He nuzzles her "You have to stop to getting hurt. I don't like to see you hurting like that.." he said
She gasps and nods, digging around in her bag for one. She sets it next to the ants, giggling. The ants begin to crawl over it, eating bits and pieces.
They pickpocket him again and again, all bombs seeming to deactivate in their touch.
"Okay... I'll stop hunting bounties for a bit, until I get stronger." She pulls herself into his lap, hugging him.
He Snickers as he watches them crawl on it. "They have no idea..."
He turns around, growling. Teeth bared, he pokes the male in the chest. "Leave me alone, kid."
He kisses her and smiles "Thank you, truly."
"I know man, they are in for a trippppp."
"Nah man, we got to eat." He grins
She kisses him, on the lips for the first time. "I love you, Alix.."
"Think it kills em?"
"Fine." he says, tossing him a platinum.
"I love you more." He chuckles.
"Nah, just makes em trip real bad."
They snatch it up and continue after him.
"Impossible!" She hisses, chuckling as she nuzzles into his neck.
"Niiiiice."
He begins to weave through the forest, trying to lose them.
"Very much so!" He giggles.
"You ever think that.. to the gods.. we're like ants?"
Somehow, they are right on his tail.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Bounty Hunter is have a smoke behind the Inn, having taking his pitch black mask off, revealing a completely unblemished and unexpected handsome appears. He smiling a cigar and sharpening one of his hand axes.
Sanviento is working on finding a way to get to his brother and Mauric. Currently building a portal, etching runes into stone with a chisel. Not wearing his usual clothes, just in work pants and a T shirt, he’s been out here for hours, just working.
*Hmmm...*
Barbeau's form is suddenly revealed by the smoke, as though it had opened a portal to the freezing nether realm. He scoffs and grabs the cigar. "Honing a blade may make it sharper, but you need a proper whetstone to make it truly cut like a razor." He flicks his wrist, turning the cigar into a small slab of rough black rock.
Felix approaches with a bottle of cold beer and a big sandwich. "You've been working for a while."
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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 rolls his soft body until he's sitting up. "I'm okay. Not good, not bad. People have started liking me lately and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about that."
"One silver apiece. They are of decent quality, but I want the people who need them to be able to afford them in a pinch. If I sell for low, you can sell for low, and that means more people can have coats."
"Are you not usually well liked?" He says, taking a sip of tea.
"I will take 5, good sir!" he says, handing them 5 silver, and 5 copper.
"No. I'm not used to it. My family thought I was worrisome. They sent me out to quell my tendencies toward monstrous cuisine. It hasn't gone well so far."
"Please, sir, do not give me more than I ask." He hands the coats over with the coppers.
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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.
The Bounty Hunter is have a smoke behind the Inn, having taking his pitch black mask off, revealing a completely unblemished and unexpected handsome appears. He smiling a cigar and sharpening one of his hand axes.
Sanviento is working on finding a way to get to his brother and Mauric. Currently building a portal, etching runes into stone with a chisel. Not wearing his usual clothes, just in work pants and a T shirt, he’s been out here for hours, just working.
*Hmmm...*
Barbeau's form is suddenly revealed by the smoke, as though it had opened a portal to the freezing nether realm. He scoffs and grabs the cigar. "Honing a blade may make it sharper, but you need a proper whetstone to make it truly cut like a razor." He flicks his wrist, turning the cigar into a small slab of rough black rock.
Felix approaches with a bottle of cold beer and a big sandwich. "You've been working for a while."
He looks at them, tired. They stick the axe blade into the ground, “Why?” He says, his voice rumbling and tired. He pulls another cigar and lighter, lighting it before continuing to sharpen the blade “A blade swung hard enough kills all the same.”
He takes the bottle, opening it with one hand, drinking some of it down “I’ve got a brother who’s probably going to die, I don’t want that to happen. Thanks.”
Barbeau's form is suddenly revealed by the smoke, as though it had opened a portal to the freezing nether realm. He scoffs and grabs the cigar. "Honing a blade may make it sharper, but you need a proper whetstone to make it truly cut like a razor." He flicks his wrist, turning the cigar into a small slab of rough black rock.
Felix approaches with a bottle of cold beer and a big sandwich. "You've been working for a while."
He looks at them, tired. They stick the axe blade into the ground, “Why?” He says, his voice rumbling and tired. He pulls another cigar and lighter, lighting it before continuing to sharpen the blade “A blade swung hard enough kills all the same.”
He takes the bottle, opening it with one hand, drinking some of it down “I’ve got a brother who’s probably going to die, I don’t want that to happen. Thanks.”
"Because I want to hire you. And I deserve the best."
"Yeah. Mauric told me about it. Wish I could help. The best I could do is just, like, keep you safer than usual, and we both know how little that means."
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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.
"No. I'm not used to it. My family thought I was worrisome. They sent me out to quell my tendencies toward monstrous cuisine. It hasn't gone well so far."
"Please, sir, do not give me more than I ask." He hands the coats over with the coppers.
"Well, I confess I might be one of these admirers. Never have I seen a strugel in a region such as this."
"Can't say I didn't try." he says, hanging up the coats in a cabinet and stashing the coppers away.
"Yes, we rarely stray from our homelands, even with the horrible chill and giant spiders. But I shouldn't be admired for my looks alone. I suggest getting to know me better before you decide to admire me."
"You have a good heart, but unfortunately, so do I."
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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.
Barbeau's form is suddenly revealed by the smoke, as though it had opened a portal to the freezing nether realm. He scoffs and grabs the cigar. "Honing a blade may make it sharper, but you need a proper whetstone to make it truly cut like a razor." He flicks his wrist, turning the cigar into a small slab of rough black rock.
Felix approaches with a bottle of cold beer and a big sandwich. "You've been working for a while."
He looks at them, tired. They stick the axe blade into the ground, “Why?” He says, his voice rumbling and tired. He pulls another cigar and lighter, lighting it before continuing to sharpen the blade “A blade swung hard enough kills all the same.”
He takes the bottle, opening it with one hand, drinking some of it down “I’ve got a brother who’s probably going to die, I don’t want that to happen. Thanks.”
"Because I want to hire you. And I deserve the best."
"Yeah. Mauric told me about it. Wish I could help. The best I could do is just, like, keep you safer than usual, and we both know how little that means."
He blows smoke, “If you want to hire me, then you’ve already got the best. Who do you want handled?” He takes the cigar, tapping the ash off before taking another drag.
“You can keep Damian safe once he’s done something stupid. Yes I said once.” He continues tapping runes into rock, glowing golden with his power.
*How everybody, sorry for disappearin’ I’m back now. Does anyone want to role play while I am here?*
*Ah Salem? You interested?*
*here are the padfoots*
Domino is laid out in the forest, clothes torn assunder, body breaten and cut.
Saphuno is sat at the bar, humming to herself as she reads a book about arcane fire magic
Antonio is walking around the woods, whistling and humming to himself, spinning his warhammer.
Sanviento walks into the tavern, reading a book on the Celestial realms and how to access them.
"H-help.." she calls out weakly, coughing up a bit of blood.
"Hello, welcome to lord's rest inn." she says robotically, not looking up from her book.
He looks over, running to her, trying his best to help her where he can “What happened?!”
He waves, sitting down and not looking up from his “Hey sister in law.” He says, humming to himself as he conjures a drink.
"I went Mythical... I think?..." She says weakly, eyes dull and grey.
"Oh, it's you." She says, snatching up his drink "You know better!" she scoffs, making it disappear.
He sits down, raising her head up to his lap “Are you okay? What can I do? I don’t have any medical skills!” He begins to panic.
He looks up from his book “Sanviento Alterious, you married my charming idiot of a brother. I’m very happy for you.” He says calmly “I’m working on saving his life. These things take time.”
*I want to make a Stoner immortal who is trying out everything, trying every way he can to die just for the thrill of it, and has a drug tolerance so high he has to take actual instantly lethal poison to feel anything anymore. Kinda like that drug dealer Baalze made.*
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"Very much so!" He giggles.
"You ever think that.. to the gods.. we're like ants?"
Somehow, they are right on his tail.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hmmm...*
Barbeau's form is suddenly revealed by the smoke, as though it had opened a portal to the freezing nether realm. He scoffs and grabs the cigar. "Honing a blade may make it sharper, but you need a proper whetstone to make it truly cut like a razor." He flicks his wrist, turning the cigar into a small slab of rough black rock.
Felix approaches with a bottle of cold beer and a big sandwich. "You've been working for a while."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Isaac knocks on the door
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
"No. I'm not used to it. My family thought I was worrisome. They sent me out to quell my tendencies toward monstrous cuisine. It hasn't gone well so far."
"Please, sir, do not give me more than I ask." He hands the coats over with the coppers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Xan opens it and smiles "Hey there."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He looks at them, tired. They stick the axe blade into the ground, “Why?” He says, his voice rumbling and tired. He pulls another cigar and lighter, lighting it before continuing to sharpen the blade “A blade swung hard enough kills all the same.”
He takes the bottle, opening it with one hand, drinking some of it down “I’ve got a brother who’s probably going to die, I don’t want that to happen. Thanks.”
He looks over, running to her, trying his best to help her where he can “What happened?!”
He waves, sitting down and not looking up from his “Hey sister in law.” He says, humming to himself as he conjures a drink.
He smiles wearily, clearly very tired "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
"Because I want to hire you. And I deserve the best."
"Yeah. Mauric told me about it. Wish I could help. The best I could do is just, like, keep you safer than usual, and we both know how little that means."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes, we rarely stray from our homelands, even with the horrible chill and giant spiders. But I shouldn't be admired for my looks alone. I suggest getting to know me better before you decide to admire me."
"You have a good heart, but unfortunately, so do I."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He blows smoke, “If you want to hire me, then you’ve already got the best. Who do you want handled?” He takes the cigar, tapping the ash off before taking another drag.
“You can keep Damian safe once he’s done something stupid. Yes I said once.” He continues tapping runes into rock, glowing golden with his power.
*Dang. I'd like to continue these tomorrow, but I have to go for now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sits down, raising her head up to his lap “Are you okay? What can I do? I don’t have any medical skills!” He begins to panic.
He looks up from his book “Sanviento Alterious, you married my charming idiot of a brother. I’m very happy for you.” He says calmly “I’m working on saving his life. These things take time.”
*I’d be happy to continue tomorrow, have a fabulous rest, and a wonderful day tomorrow.*
*I want to make a Stoner immortal who is trying out everything, trying every way he can to die just for the thrill of it, and has a drug tolerance so high he has to take actual instantly lethal poison to feel anything anymore. Kinda like that drug dealer Baalze made.*