William is in Samartian's kitchen, sitting with an icepack wrapped around his hand. Having accidentally bumped into one of Samaritan's staff while they were carrying hot soup, he ended up with a burned appendage. He is grumbling about it, cursing himself mainly for not learning how to use healing spells.
Home is banging his head against the wall of the Guilt House, bored out of his damn mind. He has already cleaned the spotless house today and now, the tv is currently mocking him... or so he thinks as it keeps replaying the same jingle for a very old commercial over and over.
Alix is cooking what appears to be a flank of beef on a fire, sprinkling it with salt and celery seasoning. He is drooling a bit, hungry from working out this afteroon.
Yuki is in attendance to the Samaritans restaurant, waiting to be seated.
Salem begins to mess with the antenna of the TV, going slightly mad from the jingle as well, now humming it unconsciously.
Reese approaches from behind Alix, climbing up him and sitting on his shoulders. "whatcha doin, hun?"
On of the gilded skeletons bows and helps her over to a table.
Home grumbles and bangs his head again.
"Cooking something yummy!"
"Thank you." she says, smiling as she sits down, humming softly.
"God, motherf...." he scoffs, unplugging it. "I would be able to go home if you just let me help! This is turning into my personal hell!" he growls, flopping onto a couch.
"Did you hunt that?" She says, drooling slightly, swallowing. She runs a paw through his hair unconsciously.
After a bit, Samaritan comes out personally looking grumpy as all hell "I thought I smelled godly meat here.."
"Thats the point. This is hell," he grumbles.
He nods "For you!"
"Oh, how kind of you to notice, dear." she smiles, showing her perfect teeth. "You look like a sourpuss, what's on your mind?"
"Y'know what? I've never left without fulfilling an order, but i'm breaking the rules. I'm leaving, you can't be saved, so just suffer." He says, leaving the house through a portal.
"You didn't have to do that, baby... Oh, but thank you, it smells... sooooooo good." She kisses his head, lingering for a moment to take in the scent of his fur.
"Do not call me that. Your kind stood by as millions of my people were slaughtered," he grumbles.
He flips them off, curling up with his knees to his chest.
"You are welcome!" he chirps and kisses her.
"I am not an omnipresent God, I had no idea. I have the same knowledge scope as many mortals, so forgive me for not knowing about something thousands of miles away from me." She hisses, eyes flickering with a slight icy flame.
*Idk where to go with this. shrugs*
"Hey, Alix?" She says after kissing back, sticking her nose back into his hair.
He rolls his eyes "Whatever. What do you want."
"Mn?" He blinks.
"I came to try your most popular dish." She says, her nature a bit calmer now.
"Do you ever think about our future?..." She says quietly into his ear, with the air of a child telling her mother a secret.
He sighs "Sure. You want spicy or not?"
He blinks twice and nods "Of course!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose slowly, his eyes closed “Okay, so you’ve trusted a complete stranger with both of your health. What would your husband think?”
Felix is drinking an expensive espresso in the tavern.
Barbeau is at the docks, watching diligently as his chefs pick out fish.
Riotan shows up behind him, smirking. “Gonna finish that?”
Suhou is swimming in the bay.
"I was, but you can have it." He holds it out to Riotan, unfazed by the snake demon's antics.
The head chef goes inside and comes back out with two plates of shashimi. He places one on the ground near the water where the creature (I remember he was a little chimeric god-thing) swims. He sits down nearby and begins to eat from his own plate.
“Thanks! But didn’t you want to drink the coffee first?”
*They are a mixture of the features of an ocelot, otter, gharial, and brook trout*
Suhou paddles over to the dock and starts to cautiously eat.
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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.
"And not the good kind? Unfortunate. I might have a pair or six lying around." She sits down with him in the recliner.
"Worsening? Jesus christ..." Her eyes dull for a second, an effect of her heart stopping momentarily. She drops Damian, clutching her chest.
He flushes again, just holding her hand and leaning into her fur, smelling the scent and enjoying the warmth of the fire, “I’m fine though, they didn’t kill me.”
He immediately begins holding her, casting a Power Word Heal on her, his grip tight, a fiery unwillingness to lose her “No.” He casts any healing spell he can and he’s got lots.
“I’m plenty fun!” He says indignantly, following her.
"Prove it to me, then" She says with a smirk, picking up the pace to see if he can keep up.
Riotan keeps up, his stride not changing but his body seemingly blurring as he moves. “How so?”
"Lighten up a little, maybe get a few drinks with me?"
“No shot. I can’t stomach anything tonight. And you’re kind of strange. You keep trying to hug me and now you’re trying to get alcohol in me? Strange.”
"It wasn't a hug, it was me trying to get you out of the alley before you catch cold. But, there's a strangeness to every god, isn't there?" She chuckles.
“Oh. Okay. So you- say what now?” Riotan stops suddenly.
She stops too, scoffing. "What's the problem this time?" She turns to face him, paws on her hips.
“You’re a god??!”
"One of the few fluffy ones, yeah."
“[gp]. I’m a demon prince. This couldn’t work out well could it.”
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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.
"How'd he take it?" Felix orders a mug of tea as well.
"You have no idea." Barbeau walks through a metal door to some sort of wonky, half-submerged building.
"He was not displeased with the nature of my oddity and romantic preferences, though he had hoped for my bloodline to enter into his. I was His Majesty's top ranking soldier, so I do not blame him for trying."
"Okay, Is that all? Where do these go?"
"Ah. I'm not sure I can offer any opinions on that. Pretty much no one wanted me around until I came to Lord's Point."
The workers direct him gently and slightly nervously.
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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.
William is in Samartian's kitchen, sitting with an icepack wrapped around his hand. Having accidentally bumped into one of Samaritan's staff while they were carrying hot soup, he ended up with a burned appendage. He is grumbling about it, cursing himself mainly for not learning how to use healing spells.
Home is banging his head against the wall of the Guilt House, bored out of his damn mind. He has already cleaned the spotless house today and now, the tv is currently mocking him... or so he thinks as it keeps replaying the same jingle for a very old commercial over and over.
Alix is cooking what appears to be a flank of beef on a fire, sprinkling it with salt and celery seasoning. He is drooling a bit, hungry from working out this afteroon.
Yuki is in attendance to the Samaritans restaurant, waiting to be seated.
Salem begins to mess with the antenna of the TV, going slightly mad from the jingle as well, now humming it unconsciously.
Reese approaches from behind Alix, climbing up him and sitting on his shoulders. "whatcha doin, hun?"
On of the gilded skeletons bows and helps her over to a table.
Home grumbles and bangs his head again.
"Cooking something yummy!"
"Thank you." she says, smiling as she sits down, humming softly.
"God, motherf...." he scoffs, unplugging it. "I would be able to go home if you just let me help! This is turning into my personal hell!" he growls, flopping onto a couch.
"Did you hunt that?" She says, drooling slightly, swallowing. She runs a paw through his hair unconsciously.
After a bit, Samaritan comes out personally looking grumpy as all hell "I thought I smelled godly meat here.."
"Thats the point. This is hell," he grumbles.
He nods "For you!"
"Oh, how kind of you to notice, dear." she smiles, showing her perfect teeth. "You look like a sourpuss, what's on your mind?"
"Y'know what? I've never left without fulfilling an order, but i'm breaking the rules. I'm leaving, you can't be saved, so just suffer." He says, leaving the house through a portal.
"You didn't have to do that, baby... Oh, but thank you, it smells... sooooooo good." She kisses his head, lingering for a moment to take in the scent of his fur.
"Do not call me that. Your kind stood by as millions of my people were slaughtered," he grumbles.
He flips them off, curling up with his knees to his chest.
"You are welcome!" he chirps and kisses her.
"I am not an omnipresent God, I had no idea. I have the same knowledge scope as many mortals, so forgive me for not knowing about something thousands of miles away from me." She hisses, eyes flickering with a slight icy flame.
*Idk where to go with this. shrugs*
"Hey, Alix?" She says after kissing back, sticking her nose back into his hair.
He rolls his eyes "Whatever. What do you want."
"Mn?" He blinks.
"I came to try your most popular dish." She says, her nature a bit calmer now.
"Do you ever think about our future?..." She says quietly into his ear, with the air of a child telling her mother a secret.
He sighs "Sure. You want spicy or not?"
He blinks twice and nods "Of course!"
"Not spicy, please."
"Well, when you think about it, what exactly comes to mind?..."
He nods and stomps back to the kitchen.
"You, me, children, a small log house or something cool like that."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose slowly, his eyes closed “Okay, so you’ve trusted a complete stranger with both of your health. What would your husband think?”
“I was kidding. Vitroze is very competent.”
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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.
"And not the good kind? Unfortunate. I might have a pair or six lying around." She sits down with him in the recliner.
"Worsening? Jesus christ..." Her eyes dull for a second, an effect of her heart stopping momentarily. She drops Damian, clutching her chest.
He flushes again, just holding her hand and leaning into her fur, smelling the scent and enjoying the warmth of the fire, “I’m fine though, they didn’t kill me.”
He immediately begins holding her, casting a Power Word Heal on her, his grip tight, a fiery unwillingness to lose her “No.” He casts any healing spell he can and he’s got lots.
"That's good." She hums softly, taking a sip of her drink.
Before he can get the first spell off, the color returns to her eyes. A minor incident. "You find out how to fix this, or you, figure out how to bring him back if he dies somehow!" She says, pointing to Sanviento and panicking silently.
He drinks his own, slowly, his warhammer floating through the door “Oh my hammer’s back.”
He looks up from his book, entirely calm “Already working on it.” Damian holds her, kissing her softly “Sorry.”
"I was, but you can have it." He holds it out to Riotan, unfazed by the snake demon's antics.
The head chef goes inside and comes back out with two plates of shashimi. He places one on the ground near the water where the creature (I remember he was a little chimeric god-thing) swims. He sits down nearby and begins to eat from his own plate.
“Thanks! But didn’t you want to drink the coffee first?”
*They are a mixture of the features of an ocelot, otter, gharial, and brook trout*
Suhou paddles over to the dock and starts to cautiously eat.
"Nah, it's not that good anyway."
It's dense and fatty, and quite cold. The flesh is sweet and almost creamy. Barbeau watches, but doesn't seem particularly invested.
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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.
*I am now interested in role play, who would you like to have? Also, what colors does it come in?*
He sighs "Sure. You want spicy or not?"
He blinks twice and nods "Of course!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cut for Jobah.*
He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose slowly, his eyes closed “Okay, so you’ve trusted a complete stranger with both of your health. What would your husband think?”
*Heather.*
*Stroth, William, Samaritan, Honeywhisker, Iris, Scott, Nathan.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Thanks! But didn’t you want to drink the coffee first?”
*They are a mixture of the features of an ocelot, otter, gharial, and brook trout*
Suhou paddles over to the dock and starts to cautiously eat.
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 meant who you wanted from me, but those are some interesting options.*
*Hmm I suppose Sparrow?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“[gp]. I’m a demon prince. This couldn’t work out well could it.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Ah. I'm not sure I can offer any opinions on that. Pretty much no one wanted me around until I came to Lord's Point."
The workers direct him gently and slightly nervously.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods and stomps back to the kitchen.
"You, me, children, a small log house or something cool like that."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“I was kidding. Vitroze is very competent.”
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 drinks his own, slowly, his warhammer floating through the door “Oh my hammer’s back.”
He looks up from his book, entirely calm “Already working on it.” Damian holds her, kissing her softly “Sorry.”
(you want to rp wendo)
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
"Nah, it's not that good anyway."
It's dense and fatty, and quite cold. The flesh is sweet and almost creamy. Barbeau watches, but doesn't seem particularly invested.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.