*Would anyone like to roleplay? If so, please do pick who you would like from my roster.*
*Rag and Sparrow. Pick which one for which, if you desire to do so.*
Hyacinthe is in a bombed-out building, sitting on a rickety wooden chair. He drums the fingers on his right hand on his face, the other hand on his scalp. His leg bounces and jostles. He looks up, taking a long, sharp breath.
Felix is trying to make tempura underdark mushrooms. The hardest part is making them not horrible.
Rag is walking around, his heavy steps able to be head from inside the building. Like a smaller scale version of hearing Godzilla approaching Japan, the building shaking.
Sparrow is also walking around. He walks forward, smelling the mushrooms and walking over, looking like he's smelled them before "Yer doin' that all wrong pardner." He leans down to the food, huffing the smell.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Felix waddles over. "You know, I don't think Sparrow would approve of you turning everyone into zombies again. He wouldn't be mad, I'm sure, but I doubt he would approve."
Hyacinthe stumbles through the woods in his tattered buckskin clothes. He sees Donn to his side about ten feet off, and thinks for a moment. "Looks good, big lad!"
She snaps her head around "Oh, you again, can't stay away can you?" She chuckles "He knows I strive to become the best creature I can be and that includes my scientific knowledge."
Donn looks up "Oh hello, thank you." He smiles and bows his head.
"Killing and enslaving everyone in that order isn't science. You know it's going to work. You know it's going to cause massive damage. Sparrow has friends here."
He bows and strides over gracefully. "Where did you find such colorful yarn? It looks incredible!"
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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. "You know, I don't think Sparrow would approve of you turning everyone into zombies again. He wouldn't be mad, I'm sure, but I doubt he would approve."
Hyacinthe stumbles through the woods in his tattered buckskin clothes. He sees Donn to his side about ten feet off, and thinks for a moment. "Looks good, big lad!"
She snaps her head around "Oh, you again, can't stay away can you?" She chuckles "He knows I strive to become the best creature I can be and that includes my scientific knowledge."
Donn looks up "Oh hello, thank you." He smiles and bows his head.
"Killing and enslaving everyone in that order isn't science. You know it's going to work. You know it's going to cause massive damage. Sparrow has friends here."
He bows and strides over gracefully. "Where did you find such colorful yarn? It looks incredible!"
"I don't care about his friends. I don't care about anyone else besides him. This is the first time since my last body I have felt this deep for someone." She bares her sharp teeth "Maybe you should take a lesson from my book."
"I bought it at a night market years ago. Thought about making a sweater by my Hag daughter lives in the cold areas of the ice planes so I thought she would like this."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He turns his head to look at her. He's smiling, per the norm. "Aye, stranger! Have you heard the history of this place? It's over 100 years old. Only I've had the time to commit its crimes to memory."
"Since when did you get clairvocalization?" He asks out loud.
“No but that sounds interesting.”
“Since I paid a guy. Now I need your help. Right now I’m in Heaven, and Damian might get sentenced to death.”
"It really isn't. It's horrible, and I had the grave misfortune to have a starring role in the tragedy. It's a shame so many monster hunters took my failure as an example. I've set a truly foul trend, and left a legacy of carnage that I cannot hope to undo." He hasn't stopped smiling, but he doesn't sound happy.
"I... I don't know how I could possibly help with that. Do you know anything I could do?" He sounds stressed, an occurrence that has grown steadily more common lately.
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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.
*Rag and Sparrow. Pick which one for which, if you desire to do so.*
Hyacinthe is in a bombed-out building, sitting on a rickety wooden chair. He drums the fingers on his right hand on his face, the other hand on his scalp. His leg bounces and jostles. He looks up, taking a long, sharp breath.
Felix is trying to make tempura underdark mushrooms. The hardest part is making them not horrible.
Rag is walking around, his heavy steps able to be head from inside the building. Like a smaller scale version of hearing Godzilla approaching Japan, the building shaking.
Sparrow is also walking around. He walks forward, smelling the mushrooms and walking over, looking like he's smelled them before "Yer doin' that all wrong pardner." He leans down to the food, huffing the smell.
Hyacinthe looks down to the treeline. "Him again..." He mutters. "What a miserable place to meet a friend."
It smells quite good, actually. Felix looks up. "Oh. I never cooked these before, but I really wanted to try tempura mushrooms. They don't handle high heat very well... but you seem to have an idea. Could you help?"
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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.
Rio nods and turns to Samaritan. “Fancy meeting you here!”
Samaritan folds his arms "Mn, yes. This is my protege, trained him with every bit of knowledge."
“I personally wouldn’t trust anyone with ALL my knowledge, but then again I’ve never really trusted anybody to begin with. So you’re like a culinary devil?”
"Something of the sort. I would like to think of myself of the best chef of all time and space but my husband might have to take that title." He huffs.
Rio looks disappointed again for some reason. “So you’re a chef? Then name every food.”
"I'll start with your head boiled in a pot. Actually I should just show you." Samaritan stands up and brandishes his knife.
“Calm down! I can’t be that appetizing, can I?”
"I can make you with a couple of spices and some vegetables." He grumbles.
“Yeah.” He admits. “But still pretty stringy either way.”
"You would make good burger meat however." He chuckles.
“I would never allow such a disgrace of my body.”
"Hmph, still." He shrugs and William laughs a bit.
“Say, can I play a tune on that there piano?” Rio inquires.
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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.
"Killing and enslaving everyone in that order isn't science. You know it's going to work. You know it's going to cause massive damage. Sparrow has friends here."
He bows and strides over gracefully. "Where did you find such colorful yarn? It looks incredible!"
"I don't care about his friends. I don't care about anyone else besides him. This is the first time since my last body I have felt this deep for someone." She bares her sharp teeth "Maybe you should take a lesson from my book."
"I bought it at a night market years ago. Thought about making a sweater by my Hag daughter lives in the cold areas of the ice planes so I thought she would like this."
"But he cares about his friends. He might get upset if you, I don't know, kill them all. The last people who did that he still hasn't stopped being mad at." He sits down and begins to write in a journal. "And I really don't think you have anything you could possibly teach me."
"It's going to be an utterly chilling winter this year if my instincts are correct. She might be able to come on down." He looks at the autumn leaves. His smile looks strained.
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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.
*Rag and Sparrow. Pick which one for which, if you desire to do so.*
Hyacinthe is in a bombed-out building, sitting on a rickety wooden chair. He drums the fingers on his right hand on his face, the other hand on his scalp. His leg bounces and jostles. He looks up, taking a long, sharp breath.
Felix is trying to make tempura underdark mushrooms. The hardest part is making them not horrible.
Rag is walking around, his heavy steps able to be head from inside the building. Like a smaller scale version of hearing Godzilla approaching Japan, the building shaking.
Sparrow is also walking around. He walks forward, smelling the mushrooms and walking over, looking like he's smelled them before "Yer doin' that all wrong pardner." He leans down to the food, huffing the smell.
Hyacinthe looks down to the treeline. "Him again..." He mutters. "What a miserable place to meet a friend."
It smells quite good, actually. Felix looks up. "Oh. I never cooked these before, but I really wanted to try tempura mushrooms. They don't handle high heat very well... but you seem to have an idea. Could you help?"
He turns, stopping upon hearing Hyacinthe, putting his head down to look inside and see them, "Your home is finished."
He huffs it again, thinking for a moment as he rubs his chin "I ain't had this befer, but I have had somethin' that smell similar in the Gnarly. It's bout havin' the heat reduced. I'll do what I can to help, but I ain't a cook, so mine will be limited."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He turns his head to look at her. He's smiling, per the norm. "Aye, stranger! Have you heard the history of this place? It's over 100 years old. Only I've had the time to commit its crimes to memory."
"Since when did you get clairvocalization?" He asks out loud.
“No but that sounds interesting.”
“Since I paid a guy. Now I need your help. Right now I’m in Heaven, and Damian might get sentenced to death.”
"It really isn't. It's horrible, and I had the grave misfortune to have a starring role in the tragedy. It's a shame so many monster hunters took my failure as an example. I've set a truly foul trend, and left a legacy of carnage that I cannot hope to undo." He hasn't stopped smiling, but he doesn't sound happy.
"I... I don't know how I could possibly help with that. Do you know anything I could do?" He sounds stressed, an occurrence that has grown steadily more common lately.
“…well that sounds awful.”
“Okay listen. I need you to take a note that I left on the table to my husband. And I need you to keep Nick safe if I don’t come back. And please… please… PLEASE. For my sake… make amends with William.”
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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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“What’s your order and from where?”
“No no no no no. But you’re joining my cult then?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rag is walking around, his heavy steps able to be head from inside the building. Like a smaller scale version of hearing Godzilla approaching Japan, the building shaking.
Sparrow is also walking around. He walks forward, smelling the mushrooms and walking over, looking like he's smelled them before "Yer doin' that all wrong pardner." He leans down to the food, huffing the smell.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He nods "hey"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"Triple cappuccino, the cafe down the street. Thank you. Oh, and no cream please."
He shakes his head "N-no. Cult. Joinin' your gang. You're the boss."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Killing and enslaving everyone in that order isn't science. You know it's going to work. You know it's going to cause massive damage. Sparrow has friends here."
He bows and strides over gracefully. "Where did you find such colorful yarn? It looks incredible!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You okay?" He asked.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Got it sir!” He salutes and scampers off to get it.
“Oh. Same difference, I guess.”
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 don't care about his friends. I don't care about anyone else besides him. This is the first time since my last body I have felt this deep for someone." She bares her sharp teeth "Maybe you should take a lesson from my book."
"I bought it at a night market years ago. Thought about making a sweater by my Hag daughter lives in the cold areas of the ice planes so I thought she would like this."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It really isn't. It's horrible, and I had the grave misfortune to have a starring role in the tragedy. It's a shame so many monster hunters took my failure as an example. I've set a truly foul trend, and left a legacy of carnage that I cannot hope to undo." He hasn't stopped smiling, but he doesn't sound happy.
"I... I don't know how I could possibly help with that. Do you know anything I could do?" He sounds stressed, an occurrence that has grown steadily more common lately.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Isaac shakes his head
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
At the cafe down the street is an identically tired looking Aasimar serving drinks.
"N-not the same." Blood continues leaking from his face, though he doesn't seem to much mind it.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Wendigo? Want to rp too?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Hyacinthe looks down to the treeline. "Him again..." He mutters. "What a miserable place to meet a friend."
It smells quite good, actually. Felix looks up. "Oh. I never cooked these before, but I really wanted to try tempura mushrooms. They don't handle high heat very well... but you seem to have an idea. Could you help?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Say, can I play a tune on that there piano?” Rio inquires.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"But he cares about his friends. He might get upset if you, I don't know, kill them all. The last people who did that he still hasn't stopped being mad at." He sits down and begins to write in a journal. "And I really don't think you have anything you could possibly teach me."
"It's going to be an utterly chilling winter this year if my instincts are correct. She might be able to come on down." He looks at the autumn leaves. His smile looks strained.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He orders the drink, pays, and returns to the telepathy office.
“Well anyway, when they get here I’ll horribly kill them and then we can all go back to our mutual torment that is life.”
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, stopping upon hearing Hyacinthe, putting his head down to look inside and see them, "Your home is finished."
He huffs it again, thinking for a moment as he rubs his chin "I ain't had this befer, but I have had somethin' that smell similar in the Gnarly. It's bout havin' the heat reduced. I'll do what I can to help, but I ain't a cook, so mine will be limited."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I'm gonna have to go in 10 minutes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes the drink once he gets back, drinking it down, before tapping some things on the computer "You're patched in."
He shakes his head, "Life ain't torture. I know torture. They aren't coming here, n-not yet." He snuffs up some of the blood.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“…well that sounds awful.”
“Okay listen. I need you to take a note that I left on the table to my husband. And I need you to keep Nick safe if I don’t come back. And please… please… PLEASE. For my sake… make amends with William.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.