Stroth sits in the bustling tavern, her fingers deftly tracing intricate sigils onto the surfaces of nearby objects. With each delicate stroke, she imbues them with hidden power, transforming mundane items into formidable weapons ready for battle. The glow of the tavern's flickering candles reflects off her concentrated face, illuminating the bizarre symbols that swirl together, hinting at secrets waiting to be unleashed.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine, and if so, anyone in particular?*
*Anyone is good :D*
*Oh the fear of choice,*
Sparrow walks into the scene, sitting down near where she is, patiently waiting for her to finish what she started. Cleaning the blood of the deers of his gloves, seeing all of the battle she’s preparing for, and happily waiting for her to explain the situation. He orders them both drinks for the table and lights a smoke, blowing into the air.
She giggles and leans her head back into his lap "Hi handsome!"
He looks down at her, sliding her drink over “If I was a soldier I’d think yer preparin’ for some kind of war, what’s happenin’ beautiful?”
Stroth sits in the bustling tavern, her fingers deftly tracing intricate sigils onto the surfaces of nearby objects. With each delicate stroke, she imbues them with hidden power, transforming mundane items into formidable weapons ready for battle. The glow of the tavern's flickering candles reflects off her concentrated face, illuminating the bizarre symbols that swirl together, hinting at secrets waiting to be unleashed.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine, and if so, anyone in particular?*
*Anyone is good :D*
*Oh the fear of choice,*
Sparrow walks into the scene, sitting down near where she is, patiently waiting for her to finish what she started. Cleaning the blood of the deers of his gloves, seeing all of the battle she’s preparing for, and happily waiting for her to explain the situation. He orders them both drinks for the table and lights a smoke, blowing into the air.
She giggles and leans her head back into his lap "Hi handsome!"
He looks down at her, sliding her drink over “If I was a soldier I’d think yer preparin’ for some kind of war, what’s happenin’ beautiful?”
"Well the Valentine Sisters paid me a visit so I am preparing to tear them limb from limb!" She chirps, taking it "How are you?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth sits in the bustling tavern, her fingers deftly tracing intricate sigils onto the surfaces of nearby objects. With each delicate stroke, she imbues them with hidden power, transforming mundane items into formidable weapons ready for battle. The glow of the tavern's flickering candles reflects off her concentrated face, illuminating the bizarre symbols that swirl together, hinting at secrets waiting to be unleashed.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine, and if so, anyone in particular?*
*Anyone is good :D*
*Oh the fear of choice,*
Sparrow walks into the scene, sitting down near where she is, patiently waiting for her to finish what she started. Cleaning the blood of the deers of his gloves, seeing all of the battle she’s preparing for, and happily waiting for her to explain the situation. He orders them both drinks for the table and lights a smoke, blowing into the air.
She giggles and leans her head back into his lap "Hi handsome!"
He looks down at her, sliding her drink over “If I was a soldier I’d think yer preparin’ for some kind of war, what’s happenin’ beautiful?”
"Well the Valentine Sisters paid me a visit so I am preparing to tear them limb from limb!" She chirps, taking it "How are you?"
He blows smoke from his nose, “Really? I don’t doubt you could, you’re likely stronger than I am.” He downs his, “I’m doin’ good, havin’ you has made life worth livin’.”
Samaritan storms through the bustling kitchen, his voice booming as he reprimands the staff to quicken their pace. The clatter of pots and the sizzling of ingredients fill the air, but his authoritative presence demands immediate compliance. Meanwhile, in his office, he meticulously tallies the restaurant's earnings, a thick cigar firmly gripped between the teeth of his middle head, smoke curling lazily around him as he assesses the day's success.
Stroth sits in the bustling tavern, her fingers deftly tracing intricate sigils onto the surfaces of nearby objects. With each delicate stroke, she imbues them with hidden power, transforming mundane items into formidable weapons ready for battle. The glow of the tavern's flickering candles reflects off her concentrated face, illuminating the bizarre symbols that swirl together, hinting at secrets waiting to be unleashed.
Home is beating the absolute living [GP] out of a body writhing in the body bag, his face cold and neutral despite the body's scream for help.
Felix waddles over. "Hey, Stroth. I get the feeling you already got the news about the Valentines."
Tyrone is suddenly standing over the two, pouring a pitcher of oil over the body. He then pulls out a matchbook.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Stroth sits in the bustling tavern, her fingers deftly tracing intricate sigils onto the surfaces of nearby objects. With each delicate stroke, she imbues them with hidden power, transforming mundane items into formidable weapons ready for battle. The glow of the tavern's flickering candles reflects off her concentrated face, illuminating the bizarre symbols that swirl together, hinting at secrets waiting to be unleashed.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine, and if so, anyone in particular?*
*Anyone is good :D*
*Oh the fear of choice,*
Sparrow walks into the scene, sitting down near where she is, patiently waiting for her to finish what she started. Cleaning the blood of the deers of his gloves, seeing all of the battle she’s preparing for, and happily waiting for her to explain the situation. He orders them both drinks for the table and lights a smoke, blowing into the air.
She giggles and leans her head back into his lap "Hi handsome!"
He looks down at her, sliding her drink over “If I was a soldier I’d think yer preparin’ for some kind of war, what’s happenin’ beautiful?”
"Well the Valentine Sisters paid me a visit so I am preparing to tear them limb from limb!" She chirps, taking it "How are you?"
He blows smoke from his nose, “Really? I don’t doubt you could, you’re likely stronger than I am.” He downs his, “I’m doin’ good, havin’ you has made life worth livin’.”
She snuggles up to him, giggling happily "I love you Sparrow, you make my existence better."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth sits in the bustling tavern, her fingers deftly tracing intricate sigils onto the surfaces of nearby objects. With each delicate stroke, she imbues them with hidden power, transforming mundane items into formidable weapons ready for battle. The glow of the tavern's flickering candles reflects off her concentrated face, illuminating the bizarre symbols that swirl together, hinting at secrets waiting to be unleashed.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine, and if so, anyone in particular?*
*Anyone is good :D*
*Oh the fear of choice,*
Sparrow walks into the scene, sitting down near where she is, patiently waiting for her to finish what she started. Cleaning the blood of the deers of his gloves, seeing all of the battle she’s preparing for, and happily waiting for her to explain the situation. He orders them both drinks for the table and lights a smoke, blowing into the air.
She giggles and leans her head back into his lap "Hi handsome!"
He looks down at her, sliding her drink over “If I was a soldier I’d think yer preparin’ for some kind of war, what’s happenin’ beautiful?”
"Well the Valentine Sisters paid me a visit so I am preparing to tear them limb from limb!" She chirps, taking it "How are you?"
He blows smoke from his nose, “Really? I don’t doubt you could, you’re likely stronger than I am.” He downs his, “I’m doin’ good, havin’ you has made life worth livin’.”
She snuggles up to him, giggling happily "I love you Sparrow, you make my existence better."
He wraps an arm around her after wiping off the blood “Love you more. Infinitely more.” He kisses her, “Do ya got to kill em, what happened when they payed ya a visit?”
He watches from a safe distance, considering that maybe he shouldn't be here.
She cracks her neck and knuckles, both making thunderous sound before putting the stones down, shifting the wall back to being fine with magical prowess.
He turns on his heel to walk away, then turns back, cursing himself near-silently. He struts up to her, which looks kind of awkward with his long limbs and serfly garb. "Hello, madam." He bows. "I do believe I recognize something about you. Something familiar. Pardon my question, but do you have a preference for, shall we say, flesh?" He doesn't seem nervous at all, his usual smile plastered on his face.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Samaritan storms through the bustling kitchen, his voice booming as he reprimands the staff to quicken their pace. The clatter of pots and the sizzling of ingredients fill the air, but his authoritative presence demands immediate compliance. Meanwhile, in his office, he meticulously tallies the restaurant's earnings, a thick cigar firmly gripped between the teeth of his middle head, smoke curling lazily around him as he assesses the day's success.
Stroth sits in the bustling tavern, her fingers deftly tracing intricate sigils onto the surfaces of nearby objects. With each delicate stroke, she imbues them with hidden power, transforming mundane items into formidable weapons ready for battle. The glow of the tavern's flickering candles reflects off her concentrated face, illuminating the bizarre symbols that swirl together, hinting at secrets waiting to be unleashed.
Home is beating the absolute living [GP] out of a body writhing in the body bag, his face cold and neutral despite the body's scream for help.
Felix waddles over. "Hey, Stroth. I get the feeling you already got the news about the Valentines."
Tyrone is suddenly standing over the two, pouring a pitcher of oil over the body. He then pulls out a matchbook.
She snaps her head around, grinning madly "Oh hi, you're the guy who trapped me here. I did."
Home moves away, the body still writhing below both of them. He gives it a solid kick and takes a heaving breathe, his hands shaking a bit.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He watches from a safe distance, considering that maybe he shouldn't be here.
She cracks her neck and knuckles, both making thunderous sound before putting the stones down, shifting the wall back to being fine with magical prowess.
He turns on his heel to walk away, then turns back, cursing himself near-silently. He struts up to her, which looks kind of awkward with his long limbs and serfly garb. "Hello, madam." He bows. "I do believe I recognize something about you. Something familiar. Pardon my question, but do you have a preference for, shall we say, flesh?" He doesn't seem nervous at all, his usual smile plastered on his face.
She looks to them, smiling with the sharp fangs spread across her mouth, curtsying politely to them “Hello there kind sir, I would say I do. Cursed to consume flesh endlessly, an I have started to stop mindin’ it. Nice to meet ya, Merabelle the Black Blood, you are?”
Stroth sits in the bustling tavern, her fingers deftly tracing intricate sigils onto the surfaces of nearby objects. With each delicate stroke, she imbues them with hidden power, transforming mundane items into formidable weapons ready for battle. The glow of the tavern's flickering candles reflects off her concentrated face, illuminating the bizarre symbols that swirl together, hinting at secrets waiting to be unleashed.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine, and if so, anyone in particular?*
*Anyone is good :D*
*Oh the fear of choice,*
Sparrow walks into the scene, sitting down near where she is, patiently waiting for her to finish what she started. Cleaning the blood of the deers of his gloves, seeing all of the battle she’s preparing for, and happily waiting for her to explain the situation. He orders them both drinks for the table and lights a smoke, blowing into the air.
She giggles and leans her head back into his lap "Hi handsome!"
He looks down at her, sliding her drink over “If I was a soldier I’d think yer preparin’ for some kind of war, what’s happenin’ beautiful?”
"Well the Valentine Sisters paid me a visit so I am preparing to tear them limb from limb!" She chirps, taking it "How are you?"
He blows smoke from his nose, “Really? I don’t doubt you could, you’re likely stronger than I am.” He downs his, “I’m doin’ good, havin’ you has made life worth livin’.”
She snuggles up to him, giggling happily "I love you Sparrow, you make my existence better."
He wraps an arm around her after wiping off the blood “Love you more. Infinitely more.” He kisses her, “Do ya got to kill em, what happened when they payed ya a visit?”
"I don't have to but I am possessive by nature and anyone who wants to harm you in anyway I feel as though I have to." She kisses him back "They simply told me not to try anything because I would fail."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The lanky oni hears this and grabs up the little bag of silver he got for the fine venison. He strides over to Lacai, smiling in his usual tight-lipped way as he bows. "Hello, friend. I am finally affluent enough to make a purchase... depending on what it is I happen to need."
"Hello!" he says, smiling. "I have plenty of wares, so browse at your pleasure, but I warn you, I built this cart with Fey wood."
He seems impressed, giving a golf clap. "Oh my! A fearsome material indeed! I've only encountered it in its natural state, though, and I know that fey materials change dramatically when worked. Could you tell me the properties of this cart? I fear the potential consequences of what I might purchase."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Felix waddles over. "Hey, Stroth. I get the feeling you already got the news about the Valentines."
Tyrone is suddenly standing over the two, pouring a pitcher of oil over the body. He then pulls out a matchbook.
She snaps her head around, grinning madly "Oh hi, you're the guy who trapped me here. I did."
Home moves away, the body still writhing below both of them. He gives it a solid kick and takes a heaving breathe, his hands shaking a bit.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Uh, the Sisters want to sabotage your relationship with Sparrow so he kind of... gives up and lets them kill him. I want to prevent that from happening. I don't like those two."
"Stop coming back." It lights a match and drops it on the corpse.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, no, you don't get off that easy" She says, grabbing his shirt and pulling him backwards.
"Awww, that was fun.." She says, reverting to a bipedal state.
He is easily pulls back, turning around, his cheeks beet red, chuckling nervously, a cracked bit of a smile on his face.
He gives them another kiss “Next time I turn into a cat I’ll make sure to come to you.”
She grabs his face and gives him a longer, actually good kiss, pulling away and smiling. "Thank you for bugging me, I'd probably be hunting deer by now if it weren't for you~" She says, booping his nose.
"You nibbled my fingers, very gently... it was so cute~" She hugs him softly.
His entire face turns red, though he had leaned into the kiss, he tries to speak but nothing comes out, he just makes a small sound before walking upstairs to his room. The sound of soft cheering can be heard from upstairs.
He hugs her back, “I didn’t know what to do, I just did what a cat would do, so I started loving you how I could~”
Thane is sitting, his knees to his chest, watching the sun set. His red scales shining in the sunlight, making him look radiant. His Bowler hat straight on his head, his axe on his side, the runes on his body slightly faded. His strong, muscular body just sitting on the porch.
She chuckles, heading to her own room as well.
"Well, it was very nice." She breaks away, shifting back to her four legged form and laying out in the sun, sighing as she gets comfy.
"Trinkets, Cups, and the like! Fresh from the Boramir region!" Calls out Lacai as he walks down the street. He wheels his cart up to Thane, smiling. "Hello, sir, how are you?"
*you're my guinea pig for my new character. I might even let you name him*
Sitting in the tavern, taking up half of the bench at one booth, is an aged and grey, battleworn tabaxi. He is quite clearly of the lion variety, and has a calming nature about him. He is towering and muscular, and has decided to forgoe his armor forever more. His mane is luxurious and grey, as is most of the rest of him, including his right eye, which bears no color and a diagonal scar over it.
He lays back in the sun as well, curling around her and soaking up the sun. Sighing deeply, closing their eyes.
Thane looks to them, his milky white eyes looking, burrowing into theirs, his neck moving making the sound of crunching bone. His voice rumbling, kind but deep “In endless pain.”
An equally aged man in full plate armor walks into the tavern. He has grey hair, an eyepatch, a broad shield, and a spiked nice at his side. He looks to the remains of the counter, grumbling something about it before doing what he can to help. Once that’s done he sits at one of the booths. *Love being a guinea.*
"You got smaller.." She points out, purring deeply.
"Nothing a trinket can't fix!" He pulls out a Gameboy, presenting it to them "2 gold pieces, and you can play games on it!" he beams
Cyvus watches the man carefully, a smile on his old face.
He chuckles “I can grow bigger too.” He says, joining the purring before slowly falling asleep.
He looks down to the gaming system, before turning back to look at them, his eyes somehow judgmental despite lacking veins or pupils “I… don’t have any money.”
He smiles back at them, beginning to play cards by himself, old and practiced movements.
He shakes his head “Those two have always been manipulative, an it usually works, but you aren’t like anyone I’ve ever met, you’re strong beyond belief, and radiantly beautiful to match.”
Felix waddles over. "Hey, Stroth. I get the feeling you already got the news about the Valentines."
Tyrone is suddenly standing over the two, pouring a pitcher of oil over the body. He then pulls out a matchbook.
She snaps her head around, grinning madly "Oh hi, you're the guy who trapped me here. I did."
Home moves away, the body still writhing below both of them. He gives it a solid kick and takes a heaving breathe, his hands shaking a bit.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Uh, the Sisters want to sabotage your relationship with Sparrow so he kind of... gives up and lets them kill him. I want to prevent that from happening. I don't like those two."
"Stop coming back." It lights a match and drops it on the corpse.
"Understandable, I want to maul them to death and back and then use their corpses as new clothes but Sparrow would be upset with me which is why I won't do that. However, you know me, easily provoked and angry and (GP) like that." She shrugs.
The body screams as it is suddenly lit ablaze. The plastic around it begins to melt and inside is a boy who looks like Home, screaming and crying in fear and pain. Home watches it with a detached look of neutrality.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He looks down at her, sliding her drink over “If I was a soldier I’d think yer preparin’ for some kind of war, what’s happenin’ beautiful?”
"Well the Valentine Sisters paid me a visit so I am preparing to tear them limb from limb!" She chirps, taking it "How are you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He blows smoke from his nose, “Really? I don’t doubt you could, you’re likely stronger than I am.” He downs his, “I’m doin’ good, havin’ you has made life worth livin’.”
Felix waddles over. "Hey, Stroth. I get the feeling you already got the news about the Valentines."
Tyrone is suddenly standing over the two, pouring a pitcher of oil over the body. He then pulls out a matchbook.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She snuggles up to him, giggling happily "I love you Sparrow, you make my existence better."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He wraps an arm around her after wiping off the blood “Love you more. Infinitely more.” He kisses her, “Do ya got to kill em, what happened when they payed ya a visit?”
He turns on his heel to walk away, then turns back, cursing himself near-silently. He struts up to her, which looks kind of awkward with his long limbs and serfly garb. "Hello, madam." He bows. "I do believe I recognize something about you. Something familiar. Pardon my question, but do you have a preference for, shall we say, flesh?" He doesn't seem nervous at all, his usual smile plastered on his face.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She snaps her head around, grinning madly "Oh hi, you're the guy who trapped me here. I did."
Home moves away, the body still writhing below both of them. He gives it a solid kick and takes a heaving breathe, his hands shaking a bit.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She looks to them, smiling with the sharp fangs spread across her mouth, curtsying politely to them “Hello there kind sir, I would say I do. Cursed to consume flesh endlessly, an I have started to stop mindin’ it. Nice to meet ya, Merabelle the Black Blood, you are?”
"I don't have to but I am possessive by nature and anyone who wants to harm you in anyway I feel as though I have to." She kisses him back "They simply told me not to try anything because I would fail."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He seems impressed, giving a golf clap. "Oh my! A fearsome material indeed! I've only encountered it in its natural state, though, and I know that fey materials change dramatically when worked. Could you tell me the properties of this cart? I fear the potential consequences of what I might purchase."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yeah, sorry about that. Uh, the Sisters want to sabotage your relationship with Sparrow so he kind of... gives up and lets them kill him. I want to prevent that from happening. I don't like those two."
"Stop coming back." It lights a match and drops it on the corpse.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He chuckles “I can grow bigger too.” He says, joining the purring before slowly falling asleep.
He looks down to the gaming system, before turning back to look at them, his eyes somehow judgmental despite lacking veins or pupils “I… don’t have any money.”
He smiles back at them, beginning to play cards by himself, old and practiced movements.
*Cut for Wendi*
He shakes his head “Those two have always been manipulative, an it usually works, but you aren’t like anyone I’ve ever met, you’re strong beyond belief, and radiantly beautiful to match.”
"Understandable, I want to maul them to death and back and then use their corpses as new clothes but Sparrow would be upset with me which is why I won't do that. However, you know me, easily provoked and angry and (GP) like that." She shrugs.
The body screams as it is suddenly lit ablaze. The plastic around it begins to melt and inside is a boy who looks like Home, screaming and crying in fear and pain. Home watches it with a detached look of neutrality.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]