Felix watches, tilting his fuzzy head. "I don't really understand power, but you're not scared of me. I don't think, anyway. I do have fear somewhere in my heart, and I do have a limited understanding of nature."
“Oh I’m scared of you too. Just not all that much. Thanks for the breakfast!”
"That's not the response I was hoping for, but I'm glad I could earn your pseudo-respect. If you ever need more food, I can supply. I'm afraid suffering isn't usually on my menu, though."
“I can get it myself, don’t worry. And it’ll often come as a byproduct of your processes, I’d say.”
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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.
*I'm trying to develop Hyacinthe (my oni guy) through RP, so does anyone wanna play with him?*
*I totally will, I just picked Felix because I love him more, do you want anyone in particular? Literally anyone?*
*Everyone loves Felix for some reason.*
*I think... Hmm... I went with Rag last time, and Damien is occupied... huh, I actually don't know that many of your characters, honestly. So maybe Sparrow, if he's open.*
Hyacinthe is building some equipment for preparing skins and cooking meat. He's using only natural materials that he was able to gather for himself since he lacks any money whatsoever at the moment.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I'm trying to develop Hyacinthe (my oni guy) through RP, so does anyone wanna play with him?*
*I totally will, I just picked Felix because I love him more, do you want anyone in particular? Literally anyone?*
*Everyone loves Felix for some reason.*
*I think... Hmm... I went with Rag last time, and Damien is occupied... huh, I actually don't know that many of your characters, honestly. So maybe Sparrow, if he's open.*
Hyacinthe is building some equipment for preparing skins and cooking meat. He's using only natural materials that he was able to gather for himself since he lacks any money whatsoever at the moment.
*You know about the DD crew, Thane, The Valentine sisters, Merabelle, and a few more. I do love playing Sparrow though.*
Sparrow watches them, light a smoke for himself as he does so, a slight smile on his face “What ya got there pardner? If you don’t mind my askin.”
Felix smiles. "Do you have any hobbies? I like to cook."
“I- I like to m-make pottery.” They try to smile back, the plastic warping slightly, throbbing flesh underneath.
"That's awesome. Do you think I could see sometime? A well-made vase or plate can really change the whole atmosphere of a place. It can make it feel sophisticated, homey, outre, whatever you need." He sounds genuinely interested.
"That's not the response I was hoping for, but I'm glad I could earn your pseudo-respect. If you ever need more food, I can supply. I'm afraid suffering isn't usually on my menu, though."
“I can get it myself, don’t worry. And it’ll often come as a byproduct of your processes, I’d say.”
"That's kind of sad. I don't mean to hurt people. Most of the time, anyway." He sits, looking miserable. "I... well, you probably heard about William."
Felix smiles. "Do you have any hobbies? I like to cook."
“I- I like to m-make pottery.” They try to smile back, the plastic warping slightly, throbbing flesh underneath.
"That's awesome. Do you think I could see sometime? A well-made vase or plate can really change the whole atmosphere of a place. It can make it feel sophisticated, homey, outre, whatever you need." He sounds genuinely interested.
They seem genuinely overwhelmed by the amount of words coming from them, but shake it off “T-thank you. I’ll try.” Once they are out of fish they pet the cats one last time.
*I think... Hmm... I went with Rag last time, and Damien is occupied... huh, I actually don't know that many of your characters, honestly. So maybe Sparrow, if he's open.*
Hyacinthe is building some equipment for preparing skins and cooking meat. He's using only natural materials that he was able to gather for himself since he lacks any money whatsoever at the moment.
*You know about the DD crew, Thane, The Valentine sisters, Merabelle, and a few more. I do love playing Sparrow though.*
Sparrow watches them, light a smoke for himself as he does so, a slight smile on his face “What ya got there pardner? If you don’t mind my askin.”
*But most of them would probably do some pretty bad things to Mr. Level One Demonspawn here.*
He gently smiles back. "Oh, I'm just preparing to go hunting. There are all sorts of horrors in these woods, and a nice place to sell the furs, meat, ivory, and whatever else I can scrounge." He stands up from the ground. His hair is pulled back and styled into something resembling a French nobleman's tie wig, and, now that it's been cleaned, it's a bright white too. It's been styled specifically to cover his elegant, powerful horns as well, which is an interesting choice.
"That's awesome. Do you think I could see sometime? A well-made vase or plate can really change the whole atmosphere of a place. It can make it feel sophisticated, homey, outre, whatever you need." He sounds genuinely interested.
They seem genuinely overwhelmed by the amount of words coming from them, but shake it off “T-thank you. I’ll try.” Once they are out of fish they pet the cats one last time.
Felix seems slightly ashamed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I just... that's really cool."
*I think... Hmm... I went with Rag last time, and Damien is occupied... huh, I actually don't know that many of your characters, honestly. So maybe Sparrow, if he's open.*
Hyacinthe is building some equipment for preparing skins and cooking meat. He's using only natural materials that he was able to gather for himself since he lacks any money whatsoever at the moment.
*You know about the DD crew, Thane, The Valentine sisters, Merabelle, and a few more. I do love playing Sparrow though.*
Sparrow watches them, light a smoke for himself as he does so, a slight smile on his face “What ya got there pardner? If you don’t mind my askin.”
*But most of them would probably do some pretty bad things to Mr. Level One Demonspawn here.*
He gently smiles back. "Oh, I'm just preparing to go hunting. There are all sorts of horrors in these woods, and a nice place to sell the furs, meat, ivory, and whatever else I can scrounge." He stands up from the ground. His hair is pulled back and styled into something resembling a French nobleman's tie wig, and, now that it's been cleaned, it's a bright white too. It's been styled specifically to cover his elegant, powerful horns as well, which is an interesting choice.
*Fair enough, the Abomination probably wouldn’t, the Leper might, and Merabelle is a coin flip. Honestly, lots of them aren’t great for this dude.*
He chuckles, spinning Rosemary in one hand “You willin’ to take another with ya, I haven’t had much time to scavenge fer anythin’ as of recent. Oh yeah, nice to meet ya, Sparrow Valentine.”
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"That's awesome. Do you think I could see sometime? A well-made vase or plate can really change the whole atmosphere of a place. It can make it feel sophisticated, homey, outre, whatever you need." He sounds genuinely interested.
They seem genuinely overwhelmed by the amount of words coming from them, but shake it off “T-thank you. I’ll try.” Once they are out of fish they pet the cats one last time.
Felix seems slightly ashamed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I just... that's really cool."
They shake their head, looking to Felix “N-no, you’re f-fine. I… I… sorry I made you feel sorry.” They look like they want to try but don’t want to either.
*Oh cool, Buckshot Roulette. Anyway, anybody else want to role play, Jobah possibly, if anyone’s up for it.*
*sure. wanna continue the Trial Arc?*
*If you do I’m totally down with that. I have some ideas planned.*
*sure cool*
Damian has been spending as many hours as he could figuring out information on how the trail is going to do, currently sitting in a tavern in the heavenly city. He figured out most things relating to the situation, and has waited patiently for Mauric.
A beheaded, blue-skinned humanoid body in a fabulous tuxedo with gold trim strides by you, exuding confidence.
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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.
"That's not the response I was hoping for, but I'm glad I could earn your pseudo-respect. If you ever need more food, I can supply. I'm afraid suffering isn't usually on my menu, though."
“I can get it myself, don’t worry. And it’ll often come as a byproduct of your processes, I’d say.”
"That's kind of sad. I don't mean to hurt people. Most of the time, anyway." He sits, looking miserable. "I... well, you probably heard about William."
“I just meant plant and animal pain. That counts too. And what happened to him?”
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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.
*Oh cool, Buckshot Roulette. Anyway, anybody else want to role play, Jobah possibly, if anyone’s up for it.*
*sure. wanna continue the Trial Arc?*
*If you do I’m totally down with that. I have some ideas planned.*
*sure cool*
Damian has been spending as many hours as he could figuring out information on how the trail is going to do, currently sitting in a tavern in the heavenly city. He figured out most things relating to the situation, and has waited patiently for Mauric.
A beheaded, blue-skinned humanoid body in a fabulous tuxedo with gold trim strides by you, exuding confidence.
In the time between now and the day before Damian has somehow gotten a second collar on him, this one with Glyph of Warding set up with Counterspell, to keep him casting spells. He turns to them “Hi, who are you?”
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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Felix smiles. "Do you have any hobbies? I like to cook."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I- I like to m-make pottery.” They try to smile back, the plastic warping slightly, throbbing flesh underneath.
“I can get it myself, don’t worry. And it’ll often come as a byproduct of your processes, I’d say.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Everyone loves Felix for some reason.*
*I think... Hmm... I went with Rag last time, and Damien is occupied... huh, I actually don't know that many of your characters, honestly. So maybe Sparrow, if he's open.*
Hyacinthe is building some equipment for preparing skins and cooking meat. He's using only natural materials that he was able to gather for himself since he lacks any money whatsoever at the moment.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hello*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Tearthorn is standing outside, staring into space.
Krail is looking uncharacteristically grumpy. He's at the bar
Kharn is... somewhere.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*You know about the DD crew, Thane, The Valentine sisters, Merabelle, and a few more. I do love playing Sparrow though.*
Sparrow watches them, light a smoke for himself as he does so, a slight smile on his face “What ya got there pardner? If you don’t mind my askin.”
"That's awesome. Do you think I could see sometime? A well-made vase or plate can really change the whole atmosphere of a place. It can make it feel sophisticated, homey, outre, whatever you need." He sounds genuinely interested.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That's kind of sad. I don't mean to hurt people. Most of the time, anyway." He sits, looking miserable. "I... well, you probably heard about William."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They seem genuinely overwhelmed by the amount of words coming from them, but shake it off “T-thank you. I’ll try.” Once they are out of fish they pet the cats one last time.
*But most of them would probably do some pretty bad things to Mr. Level One Demonspawn here.*
He gently smiles back. "Oh, I'm just preparing to go hunting. There are all sorts of horrors in these woods, and a nice place to sell the furs, meat, ivory, and whatever else I can scrounge." He stands up from the ground. His hair is pulled back and styled into something resembling a French nobleman's tie wig, and, now that it's been cleaned, it's a bright white too. It's been styled specifically to cover his elegant, powerful horns as well, which is an interesting choice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Felix seems slightly ashamed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I just... that's really cool."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Fair enough, the Abomination probably wouldn’t, the Leper might, and Merabelle is a coin flip. Honestly, lots of them aren’t great for this dude.*
He chuckles, spinning Rosemary in one hand “You willin’ to take another with ya, I haven’t had much time to scavenge fer anythin’ as of recent. Oh yeah, nice to meet ya, Sparrow Valentine.”
*idk who to play man*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
They shake their head, looking to Felix “N-no, you’re f-fine. I… I… sorry I made you feel sorry.” They look like they want to try but don’t want to either.
*Thats tough, I feel that.*
A beheaded, blue-skinned humanoid body in a fabulous tuxedo with gold trim strides by you, exuding confidence.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I just meant plant and animal pain. That counts too. And what happened to him?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
In the time between now and the day before Damian has somehow gotten a second collar on him, this one with Glyph of Warding set up with Counterspell, to keep him casting spells. He turns to them “Hi, who are you?”
*yeah. :(*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)