Amphitrite is creating a few jars of healing salve. She sits outside the tavern, her long body curled around a tree that she has slightly heated up so she doesn't be like slow.
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, fidgeting with her hair as she reads a book on basic mechanics.
Home is banging his head on the wall of the living room in the Guilt House, bored out of his mind.
Riotan walks outside with a fistful of eels, yawning and moving slowly and stiffly.
Mauric is pruning his tomato plants on the gable.
Loriche knocks on the door, grinning like a madman.
She watches, eyes narrowing "What are you doing?"
Yuri looks over, raising a brow "they're crying."
He opens it, looking tired "Yes?"
“Jus’ hanging out.” He mumbles, biting the head off of an eel.
“But it’s good for them.” He responds calmly. “You gotta clear away the dead stuff so the rest can keep going.”
Loriche is holding practically every weapon imaginable that she could carry. “Wanna destroy some stuff?”
"Your tone disagrees." She rolls her eyes.
"Still." She shrugs "Just be quick because I'm getting a headache from it."
"I don't know if it'll work but sure, why not.' he nods and lets her in.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He turns to her proper. “You got a cannibal-type curse? Neat.”
She drinks another, turning to him as well “It’s annoying sometimes with the never ending hunger, but with someone to talk to it gets bearable.”
“Glad to hear I can give someone a hand then!”
She smiles “You really are a help, not having to think about my hunger.” A tear forms in her eye, or what you can assume is a tear, considering it’s made of void black bile.
“Yeah, I did. I can look like just about anyone, and I can also look like this!” He snaps his fingers again and his scales fall off once more, revealing thin air beneath it.
He panicks, looking around for the "cute guy who bought me a beer!"
Rio quickly reforms. “Calm down, calm down!”
Zephyr huffs, bapping them, leaving a note with a few choice words on it.
“I love a man with an extensive vocabulary.” He chuckles.
He sighs, leaning against them and purring deeply.
Rio leans back too, hugging him loosely.
He kisses their cheek shyly, somehow leaving another note.
All of Riotan’s runes flare a soft pink and he pulls off and examines the note.
It says something a bit explicit, but Rio doesn't get a chance to read it before Zephyr snatches it up and replaces it with another one reading "Whoops."
“You’re a strange guy, aren’t you?” He kisses Zephyr on the forehead casually and grins.
He nods softly, leaning back into them.
Riotan pats his head, hugging him from behind. “Wanna move to a booth?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Amphitrite is creating a few jars of healing salve. She sits outside the tavern, her long body curled around a tree that she has slightly heated up so she doesn't be like slow.
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, fidgeting with her hair as she reads a book on basic mechanics.
Home is banging his head on the wall of the living room in the Guilt House, bored out of his mind.
Riotan walks outside with a fistful of eels, yawning and moving slowly and stiffly.
Mauric is pruning his tomato plants on the gable.
Loriche knocks on the door, grinning like a madman.
She watches, eyes narrowing "What are you doing?"
Yuri looks over, raising a brow "they're crying."
He opens it, looking tired "Yes?"
“Jus’ hanging out.” He mumbles, biting the head off of an eel.
“But it’s good for them.” He responds calmly. “You gotta clear away the dead stuff so the rest can keep going.”
Loriche is holding practically every weapon imaginable that she could carry. “Wanna destroy some stuff?”
"Your tone disagrees." She rolls her eyes.
"Still." She shrugs "Just be quick because I'm getting a headache from it."
"I don't know if it'll work but sure, why not.' he nods and lets her in.
“Oh? And what does my tone say?”
“Don’t worry, I’m done.” Mauric rolls over and sits cross-legged on the roof, looking up into the sky.
“Well, I’m just hoping for some catharsis. Don’t want us to get bored. So where’s that basement corpse at?” She pulls out an enchanted sledgehammer with a manic grin.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Amphitrite is creating a few jars of healing salve. She sits outside the tavern, her long body curled around a tree that she has slightly heated up so she doesn't be like slow.
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, fidgeting with her hair as she reads a book on basic mechanics.
Home is banging his head on the wall of the living room in the Guilt House, bored out of his mind.
"Whatcha doin?" Yuki calls up to her as she makes her way into the tavern, stopping a few feet before the door.
The fey queen narrows her eyes, her leaf green eyes looking down "Reading." She states, her tone cold.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He turns to her proper. “You got a cannibal-type curse? Neat.”
She drinks another, turning to him as well “It’s annoying sometimes with the never ending hunger, but with someone to talk to it gets bearable.”
“Glad to hear I can give someone a hand then!”
She smiles “You really are a help, not having to think about my hunger.” A tear forms in her eye, or what you can assume is a tear, considering it’s made of void black bile.
“If you want, I could go beat someone to death and bring them here for you…” He offers.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Amphitrite is creating a few jars of healing salve. She sits outside the tavern, her long body curled around a tree that she has slightly heated up so she doesn't be like slow.
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, fidgeting with her hair as she reads a book on basic mechanics.
Home is banging his head on the wall of the living room in the Guilt House, bored out of his mind.
Riotan walks outside with a fistful of eels, yawning and moving slowly and stiffly.
Mauric is pruning his tomato plants on the gable.
Loriche knocks on the door, grinning like a madman.
She watches, eyes narrowing "What are you doing?"
Yuri looks over, raising a brow "they're crying."
He opens it, looking tired "Yes?"
“Jus’ hanging out.” He mumbles, biting the head off of an eel.
“But it’s good for them.” He responds calmly. “You gotta clear away the dead stuff so the rest can keep going.”
Loriche is holding practically every weapon imaginable that she could carry. “Wanna destroy some stuff?”
"Your tone disagrees." She rolls her eyes.
"Still." She shrugs "Just be quick because I'm getting a headache from it."
"I don't know if it'll work but sure, why not.' he nods and lets her in.
“Oh? And what does my tone say?”
“Don’t worry, I’m done.” Mauric rolls over and sits cross-legged on the roof, looking up into the sky.
“Well, I’m just hoping for some catharsis. Don’t want us to get bored. So where’s that basement corpse at?” She pulls out an enchanted sledgehammer with a manic grin.
"Tired. Cold. Done with everything." She shrugs.
"Thank you." She runs her temples.
He takes her down the stairs carefully where the bodies are stacked up in the corner like firewood.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Enough to make a profit?" he says, tilting his head.
"Sure. follow me." he says, walking towards the tavern. the pelt cart disappears.
"I can hear.." he signs, but then "I don't mind."
He rubs his pale skin, thinking to himself “Probably, that depends on how you want to get the materials.”
He follows after them, just trying to keep himself from being recognized.
He nods, smiling slightly, revealing fangs, blowing smoke, just looking at the clouds pass.
"preferably cheap." he says, sitting down next to them
They lead him to a booth and sit down, stretching and getting comfy.
Zephyr blows out a cloud that looks like a paw-print.
He nods “I could do that, it really depends, are you willing to feed a vampire for his work?”
He sits down on the other side, getting equally comfy and beginning to clean the inside of his gun.
He smirks and blows three rings of smoke, snapping his fingers as they set on fire in the air.
He blushes softly, hiding his neck with his coat. "Uhm... y-yeah..."
"Ooh, what's this?" He says, leaning over it.
Zephyr claps, blowing out a heart.
He tilts his head at the blushing “Good, I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. Count Dracula.”
He holds up the gun “My trusty pistol, keeps me safe when nothing else does.”
He smirks, taking a deep drag before blowing out a rough replica of Zephyr’s head.
"Nice to meet you... Lacai..." he says, holding out a paw for Dracula to shake.
He takes it gently. "Do you trust me?"
He snaps and points to the replica, and it appears to wink.
He shakes the hand, his cold, pale, and strong “That’s an interesting name. When do you want to let me feed?”
He holds onto it for a moment before letting him “Sure, please don’t shoot me.”
He laughs at the image, crossing his arms, smiling, signing to them “That is amazing, I haven’t seen anything that fun in a while.”
"U-uhm... S-soon?..." he says quietly, shaking a bit.
"No promises" He jests, inspecting the weapon. "Huh... neato." he says, sliding it back to them.
He walks a bit closer, touching their shoulder with his paw pads, leaving a magic sticky note shaped like a paw on their shoulder. "I'm not deaf, goober."
They nod, taking some parts out of their shadow and beginning to build another GBA “Whenever you are fine, I’ll have some.”
He takes the gun back “It’s not anything special, just a gun for a criminal.”
He chuckles, rubbing his messy hair, speaking with his gravely rough voice “Yeah, I forgot, I’ve got another mute friend that’s the same, but I didn’t want to assume you wanted the same as with him.”
He turns to her proper. “You got a cannibal-type curse? Neat.”
She drinks another, turning to him as well “It’s annoying sometimes with the never ending hunger, but with someone to talk to it gets bearable.”
“Glad to hear I can give someone a hand then!”
She smiles “You really are a help, not having to think about my hunger.” A tear forms in her eye, or what you can assume is a tear, considering it’s made of void black bile.
“If you want, I could go beat someone to death and bring them here for you…” He offers.
She taps her chin with a claw, thinking for a moment “Why thank you sweetheart, I would love to have some thin’ to eat on.”
Amphitrite is creating a few jars of healing salve. She sits outside the tavern, her long body curled around a tree that she has slightly heated up so she doesn't be like slow.
Yuri is sitting on the roof of the tavern, fidgeting with her hair as she reads a book on basic mechanics.
Home is banging his head on the wall of the living room in the Guilt House, bored out of his mind.
Riotan walks outside with a fistful of eels, yawning and moving slowly and stiffly.
Mauric is pruning his tomato plants on the gable.
Loriche knocks on the door, grinning like a madman.
She watches, eyes narrowing "What are you doing?"
Yuri looks over, raising a brow "they're crying."
He opens it, looking tired "Yes?"
“Jus’ hanging out.” He mumbles, biting the head off of an eel.
“But it’s good for them.” He responds calmly. “You gotta clear away the dead stuff so the rest can keep going.”
Loriche is holding practically every weapon imaginable that she could carry. “Wanna destroy some stuff?”
"Your tone disagrees." She rolls her eyes.
"Still." She shrugs "Just be quick because I'm getting a headache from it."
"I don't know if it'll work but sure, why not.' he nods and lets her in.
“Oh? And what does my tone say?”
“Don’t worry, I’m done.” Mauric rolls over and sits cross-legged on the roof, looking up into the sky.
“Well, I’m just hoping for some catharsis. Don’t want us to get bored. So where’s that basement corpse at?” She pulls out an enchanted sledgehammer with a manic grin.
"Tired. Cold. Done with everything." She shrugs.
"Thank you." She runs her temples.
He takes her down the stairs carefully where the bodies are stacked up in the corner like firewood.
“Well, that too. What’re you doing?” He inquires.
“No problem. So you hear them all the time?”
“Wow. That’s more than I thought.” She hands him a flame tongue and begins smashing corpses.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Yeah, I did. I can look like just about anyone, and I can also look like this!” He snaps his fingers again and his scales fall off once more, revealing thin air beneath it.
He panicks, looking around for the "cute guy who bought me a beer!"
Rio quickly reforms. “Calm down, calm down!”
Zephyr huffs, bapping them, leaving a note with a few choice words on it.
“I love a man with an extensive vocabulary.” He chuckles.
He sighs, leaning against them and purring deeply.
Rio leans back too, hugging him loosely.
He kisses their cheek shyly, somehow leaving another note.
All of Riotan’s runes flare a soft pink and he pulls off and examines the note.
It says something a bit explicit, but Rio doesn't get a chance to read it before Zephyr snatches it up and replaces it with another one reading "Whoops."
“You’re a strange guy, aren’t you?” He kisses Zephyr on the forehead casually and grins.
He nods softly, leaning back into them.
Riotan pats his head, hugging him from behind. “Wanna move to a booth?”
He nods, standing up and offering a paw to help them up.
Rio takes his paw and gets up heavily, leading him to a booth in the very back of the Inn.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He turns to her proper. “You got a cannibal-type curse? Neat.”
She drinks another, turning to him as well “It’s annoying sometimes with the never ending hunger, but with someone to talk to it gets bearable.”
“Glad to hear I can give someone a hand then!”
She smiles “You really are a help, not having to think about my hunger.” A tear forms in her eye, or what you can assume is a tear, considering it’s made of void black bile.
“If you want, I could go beat someone to death and bring them here for you…” He offers.
She taps her chin with a claw, thinking for a moment “Why thank you sweetheart, I would love to have some thin’ to eat on.”
“Cool. Gimme a sec.” He runs out of the Inn promptly.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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"Your tone disagrees." She rolls her eyes.
"Still." She shrugs "Just be quick because I'm getting a headache from it."
"I don't know if it'll work but sure, why not.' he nods and lets her in.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She smiles “You really are a help, not having to think about my hunger.” A tear forms in her eye, or what you can assume is a tear, considering it’s made of void black bile.
Riotan pats his head, hugging him from behind. “Wanna move to a booth?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looks down to the open knuckles “Oh yeah, I was practicing earlier. Don’t worry about me.”
“Oh? And what does my tone say?”
“Don’t worry, I’m done.” Mauric rolls over and sits cross-legged on the roof, looking up into the sky.
“Well, I’m just hoping for some catharsis. Don’t want us to get bored. So where’s that basement corpse at?” She pulls out an enchanted sledgehammer with a manic grin.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The fey queen narrows her eyes, her leaf green eyes looking down "Reading." She states, her tone cold.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Uh, no, man." He grabs a roll of bandage's.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“If you want, I could go beat someone to death and bring them here for you…” He offers.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Tired. Cold. Done with everything." She shrugs.
"Thank you." She runs her temples.
He takes her down the stairs carefully where the bodies are stacked up in the corner like firewood.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
They nod, taking some parts out of their shadow and beginning to build another GBA “Whenever you are fine, I’ll have some.”
He takes the gun back “It’s not anything special, just a gun for a criminal.”
He chuckles, rubbing his messy hair, speaking with his gravely rough voice “Yeah, I forgot, I’ve got another mute friend that’s the same, but I didn’t want to assume you wanted the same as with him.”
She taps her chin with a claw, thinking for a moment “Why thank you sweetheart, I would love to have some thin’ to eat on.”
He looks at the bandages, “Why? I don’t even feel them anymore, my arms blew up once.”
“Well, that too. What’re you doing?” He inquires.
“No problem. So you hear them all the time?”
“Wow. That’s more than I thought.” She hands him a flame tongue and begins smashing corpses.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rio takes his paw and gets up heavily, leading him to a booth in the very back of the Inn.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Cool. Gimme a sec.” He runs out of the Inn promptly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.