He spreads his arms wide "Ah! Good to see I'm not alone in this world. I haven't seen anyone from my homeland in some time!" He smiles wider before frowning and lowering his arrms "Things aren't doing good back home?"
She thinks for a moment before saying "Something simple to eat maybe, before I continue my training."
He looks down, his eyes leaking tears of blood onto the ground, soaking it and mixing into the mud "My fault. A sinner who dared to try being a hero, saving my friends from hell, and being damned to it myself instead."
"The famines have gotten worse. Demons are making it into a new Hell. No one is helping." His smile does not falter.
Felix nods and heads to the kitchen before returning with a big, hearty sandwich made from all sorts of meat and eggs fried in beef tallow. Even the bread is made with blood.
Pod drags a finger along Thane's cheek and tastes the blood. "And yet, would you do it again? If you had to do it all over, would you leave your friends to suffer?"
He adjust his hat and sniper rifle “If it were for what I’ve got to do here, I’d be there on the front lines putting bullets in between eyes until the famine were gone.”
She takes the sandwich, smiling down at Felix, “Well thank you for this, a real good lookin’ meal. You really are a blessin’ aren’t cha.” She begins to ravenously consume the sandwich, tearing into it.
He takes another moment to think, the blood somehow seems old, like it hasn’t pumped through his veins in a long time. He gives a simple answer “No.”
"I very well might have" he says, sighing as well, cracking a smile. "They're a fireball indeed."
"No, i'm a stoner." He says, snickering
She tosses another coffee bean into her mouth, looking to them curiously "Who might that be, if you don't mind my askin'?"
He chuckles, standing up "Should be cold enough now, I'll shower, you'll shower, then you'll go home?"
"Ah. Alas, I think it best I don't. I was well regarded by His Majesty for my tight lips~" He says, chuckling and booping their nose.
"Sadly, yes." he nods
She smiles wide, a mad look into their eyes for a moment "Oh really? I wouldn't recommend that if I were you, but I ain't am I?" She says.
He walks into the shower, coming out a few minutes later in new attire, although it looks identical.
"do I detect narcissim?" he clicks his tongue. "it does not do well to dwell on one's own importance"
"Did you even shower?" he says, standing up and walking past him, into the shower.
She leans back, raising her arms to press against the chair “It does not does it? I’ll make sure to keep from doin’ that sweetheart.”
He scuffs turning to them “Yay! Hell just doesn’t have any places for laundry.” He sits down, chuckling to himself.
"Care for others, even if they like straight coffee beans" he chuckles.
He comes back, clean and wearing different clothes.
She chuckles with them “They have a crunch to them, it’s somethin’ special about em.” She stands up “I should get goin’, it’s been real fun though.” She says genuinely before walking out.
He looks baffled “Did you just have those on hand?” He says, entirely confused.
"Majic" He says, snickering
He chuckles before flipping another coin onto the ground, making a portal direction to the tent “Now that’s just cheating.”
*Works with me! I'm glad you and others like my characters.*
KK is at her studio, drawing a schematic for what looks like a radio tower.
She can detect someone walking around outside, looking through the windows. They are unarmed and dressed in tattered clothes.
She sets down her pencil, standing up and moving to the window to look for herself.
Hyacinthe smiles when he sees her, a bit surprised. "Apologies, miss. Thought this place might be abandoned, and I was checking to make sure. Didn't mean to bother you."
"Oh, hello there. Yeah, this place has been abandoned for a while, but I set up shop here a few weeks ago... wow, it's only been a few weeks since I... ah, never mind that. Why were you checking?"
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I very well might have" he says, sighing as well, cracking a smile. "They're a fireball indeed."
"No, i'm a stoner." He says, snickering
She tosses another coffee bean into her mouth, looking to them curiously "Who might that be, if you don't mind my askin'?"
He chuckles, standing up "Should be cold enough now, I'll shower, you'll shower, then you'll go home?"
"Ah. Alas, I think it best I don't. I was well regarded by His Majesty for my tight lips~" He says, chuckling and booping their nose.
"Sadly, yes." he nods
She smiles wide, a mad look into their eyes for a moment "Oh really? I wouldn't recommend that if I were you, but I ain't am I?" She says.
He walks into the shower, coming out a few minutes later in new attire, although it looks identical.
"do I detect narcissim?" he clicks his tongue. "it does not do well to dwell on one's own importance"
"Did you even shower?" he says, standing up and walking past him, into the shower.
She leans back, raising her arms to press against the chair “It does not does it? I’ll make sure to keep from doin’ that sweetheart.”
He scuffs turning to them “Yay! Hell just doesn’t have any places for laundry.” He sits down, chuckling to himself.
"Care for others, even if they like straight coffee beans" he chuckles.
He comes back, clean and wearing different clothes.
She chuckles with them “They have a crunch to them, it’s somethin’ special about em.” She stands up “I should get goin’, it’s been real fun though.” She says genuinely before walking out.
He looks baffled “Did you just have those on hand?” He says, entirely confused.
"Majic" He says, snickering
He chuckles before flipping another coin onto the ground, making a portal direction to the tent “Now that’s just cheating.”
"Demiplanes count!" he says, sighing as he kisses their cheek. "so... see ya later?..."
He smiles “I wouldn’t doubt it. We’ll see each other again.” He waits for them to go before closing the portal.
"The famines have gotten worse. Demons are making it into a new Hell. No one is helping." His smile does not falter.
Felix nods and heads to the kitchen before returning with a big, hearty sandwich made from all sorts of meat and eggs fried in beef tallow. Even the bread is made with blood.
Pod drags a finger along Thane's cheek and tastes the blood. "And yet, would you do it again? If you had to do it all over, would you leave your friends to suffer?"
He adjust his hat and sniper rifle “If it were for what I’ve got to do here, I’d be there on the front lines putting bullets in between eyes until the famine were gone.”
She takes the sandwich, smiling down at Felix, “Well thank you for this, a real good lookin’ meal. You really are a blessin’ aren’t cha.” She begins to ravenously consume the sandwich, tearing into it.
He takes another moment to think, the blood somehow seems old, like it hasn’t pumped through his veins in a long time. He gives a simple answer “No.”
"That is an awful approach to population control, but I see your point. People are going to suffer and die no matter what. What little harvest we have left after the blight is being eaten by demons or the British." He seems perfectly calm with these facts. "I thought by now they would have been willing to help. But they don't think it's their problem so long as they keep getting their potatoes. And of course, they get first pick."
It's a lot of beef, but there's pork, chicken, and even some seafood in there. "A lot of people seem to think that."
"And they are here now? Maybe not healthy and happy, but they aren't in Hell, right?"
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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.
*Now, does anyone else want to role play? If so, you don’t need to pick characters anymore, though it would be slightly appreciated, still not fully comfortable picking my own just yet.*
Hyacinthe smiles when he sees her, a bit surprised. "Apologies, miss. Thought this place might be abandoned, and I was checking to make sure. Didn't mean to bother you."
"Oh, hello there. Yeah, this place has been abandoned for a while, but I set up shop here a few weeks ago... wow, it's only been a few weeks since I... ah, never mind that. Why were you checking?"
"I am hoping to re-establish the demon hunter guild I was once a part of, founded on the principles of respect and temperance. Nowadays, hunters take what they want and don't care about collateral damage. It saddens my heart. The reason I was scouting was to find a place for a temporary guild hall. That way I would have a place to gather recruits." He looks past her. "Did you make all that? It's 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.
"In a sense, it's both. It's sort of an alias as well. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Donn." She gives a sort of half-bow half-curtsy back.
"Where did you come from hon? I, personally, was born in the Feywild to the Archfey of Darkness and I now hold his title."
"I'm actually not sure about where. What I do know is that I was 'created' by an Elder Evil, though I don't work for her anymore."
"Hm, may I ask what caused the break from her service?" he asks.
"Essentially, I realized what her intentions really were, and didn't want to help her anymore."
"Ah, interesting. Forgive me, I am a nosy old father of forty-five and I enjoy details to situations."
"No, it's fine. I'm planning on getting revenge on her, and I've already started- hence the name."
"I like it, no person alive or dead should be held down from their true calling."
"Agreed. Speaking of callings, may I ask what brings you here to this place?"
*I'm up for continuing this if you are, Wendi!*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"In a sense, it's both. It's sort of an alias as well. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Donn." She gives a sort of half-bow half-curtsy back.
"Where did you come from hon? I, personally, was born in the Feywild to the Archfey of Darkness and I now hold his title."
"I'm actually not sure about where. What I do know is that I was 'created' by an Elder Evil, though I don't work for her anymore."
"Hm, may I ask what caused the break from her service?" he asks.
"Essentially, I realized what her intentions really were, and didn't want to help her anymore."
"Ah, interesting. Forgive me, I am a nosy old father of forty-five and I enjoy details to situations."
"No, it's fine. I'm planning on getting revenge on her, and I've already started- hence the name."
"I like it, no person alive or dead should be held down from their true calling."
"Agreed. Speaking of callings, may I ask what brings you here to this place?"
*I'm up for continuing this if you are, Wendi!*
*Si!*
"Well, originally I was here with a friend. Her name is Yurishide and she has this horrible fixation on this one man named Oswald Grouper. The young thing can't stay away from him. But she is the Fey Queen of Spring, meet the lass when I was but a wee lad and we became friends because of similar ideologies to do with the Fey Court." He chuckles lightly "Then, I pretty much settled down with my husband."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Now, does anyone else want to role play? If so, you don’t need to pick characters anymore, though it would be slightly appreciated, still not fully comfortable picking my own just yet.*
*So do you want to rp or are you also asking? Either way, sure.*
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He adjust his hat and sniper rifle “If it were for what I’ve got to do here, I’d be there on the front lines putting bullets in between eyes until the famine were gone.”
She takes the sandwich, smiling down at Felix, “Well thank you for this, a real good lookin’ meal. You really are a blessin’ aren’t cha.” She begins to ravenously consume the sandwich, tearing into it.
He takes another moment to think, the blood somehow seems old, like it hasn’t pumped through his veins in a long time. He gives a simple answer “No.”
He chuckles before flipping another coin onto the ground, making a portal direction to the tent “Now that’s just cheating.”
"Oh, hello there. Yeah, this place has been abandoned for a while, but I set up shop here a few weeks ago... wow, it's only been a few weeks since I... ah, never mind that. Why were you checking?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He smiles “I wouldn’t doubt it. We’ll see each other again.” He waits for them to go before closing the portal.
*Quite sorry for disappearing, I decided to cause myself some anguish and cook dinner for my DND group.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Welcome back, good to see ya back. Sounds like you did something good, came back, and apologized. Some people are too good for this world.*
"That is an awful approach to population control, but I see your point. People are going to suffer and die no matter what. What little harvest we have left after the blight is being eaten by demons or the British." He seems perfectly calm with these facts. "I thought by now they would have been willing to help. But they don't think it's their problem so long as they keep getting their potatoes. And of course, they get first pick."
It's a lot of beef, but there's pork, chicken, and even some seafood in there. "A lot of people seem to think that."
"And they are here now? Maybe not healthy and happy, but they aren't in Hell, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Now, does anyone else want to role play? If so, you don’t need to pick characters anymore, though it would be slightly appreciated, still not fully comfortable picking my own just yet.*
*Would anyone be interested in roleplaying for a bit?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I am hoping to re-establish the demon hunter guild I was once a part of, founded on the principles of respect and temperance. Nowadays, hunters take what they want and don't care about collateral damage. It saddens my heart. The reason I was scouting was to find a place for a temporary guild hall. That way I would have a place to gather recruits." He looks past her. "Did you make all that? It's incredible."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm up for continuing this if you are, Wendi!*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Noice, I is assuming you would like da boi?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Si!*
"Well, originally I was here with a friend. Her name is Yurishide and she has this horrible fixation on this one man named Oswald Grouper. The young thing can't stay away from him. But she is the Fey Queen of Spring, meet the lass when I was but a wee lad and we became friends because of similar ideologies to do with the Fey Court." He chuckles lightly "Then, I pretty much settled down with my husband."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I would if you don’t mind it.*
*So do you want to rp or are you also asking? Either way, sure.*