*I would love to, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Nope, anything you feel you wish to use I will accommodate.*
Solo the charismatic bounty hunter, (No not Han Solo) is walking around town, spinning his gun on a finger. He's wearing a brown suit with a white shirt, the suit jacket isn't buttoned, and that was probably intentional.
Sparrow is working out back at his camp, while Grimes, who has been tied to a tree, his face beaten and bloodied, gives him workout tips that actually are pretty good. He's doing pull ups without a shirt, working his arms because he needs to.
Scott watches from afar, writing in his book.
Stroth watches him, drooling slightly at the sight.
He walks around with a casual swagger, holstering his gun. He disappears into crowd without a trace.
Grimes turns, some of his teeth missing and his nose shattered "Why don't ya two get a room already." He says, annoyed he's tied to a tree.
*For you Wendi.*
*Sorry for making you hunt for that. I'm on mobile now unfortunately 😔*
Scott raises a brow, a bit suspicious.
Stroth snaps her head around, baring sharp teeth.
*Im on mobile too, it’s good, don’t apologize.*
Scott can see Solo has gotten significantly closer once he exits the crowd, and makes eye contact with Scott.
Grimes immediately tries to run, but is still attached to that tree “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Sparrow can’t help but laugh.
Scott says nothing but returns his book, scribbling down something.
She cackles madly and stands up "Good try buddy, but unfortunately for you, you're here with us."
He waves to them, noticing the bizarre behavior. He eventually walks over, sitting near them “Hey, who’re you? You know it’s rude to stare right?”
Sparrow finish his set before walking over to them both “Stop bein’ a [gp] Grimes. Just cause you ain’t had a girlfriend in a real long time, don’t mean ya get to hate on others.” He punches him, knocking him out immediately.
He narrows his eyes "Sorry... I have an issue with paranoia.." he mutters.
Stroth giggles, it bubbling up from the back of her throat madly.
*I would love to, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Nope, anything you feel you wish to use I will accommodate.*
Solo the charismatic bounty hunter, (No not Han Solo) is walking around town, spinning his gun on a finger. He's wearing a brown suit with a white shirt, the suit jacket isn't buttoned, and that was probably intentional.
Sparrow is working out back at his camp, while Grimes, who has been tied to a tree, his face beaten and bloodied, gives him workout tips that actually are pretty good. He's doing pull ups without a shirt, working his arms because he needs to.
Scott watches from afar, writing in his book.
Stroth watches him, drooling slightly at the sight.
He walks around with a casual swagger, holstering his gun. He disappears into crowd without a trace.
Grimes turns, some of his teeth missing and his nose shattered "Why don't ya two get a room already." He says, annoyed he's tied to a tree.
*For you Wendi.*
*Sorry for making you hunt for that. I'm on mobile now unfortunately 😔*
Scott raises a brow, a bit suspicious.
Stroth snaps her head around, baring sharp teeth.
*Im on mobile too, it’s good, don’t apologize.*
Scott can see Solo has gotten significantly closer once he exits the crowd, and makes eye contact with Scott.
Grimes immediately tries to run, but is still attached to that tree “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Sparrow can’t help but laugh.
Scott says nothing but returns his book, scribbling down something.
She cackles madly and stands up "Good try buddy, but unfortunately for you, you're here with us."
He waves to them, noticing the bizarre behavior. He eventually walks over, sitting near them “Hey, who’re you? You know it’s rude to stare right?”
Sparrow finish his set before walking over to them both “Stop bein’ a [gp] Grimes. Just cause you ain’t had a girlfriend in a real long time, don’t mean ya get to hate on others.” He punches him, knocking him out immediately.
He narrows his eyes "Sorry... I have an issue with paranoia.." he mutters.
Stroth giggles, it bubbling up from the back of her throat madly.
He chuckles “Well I was after you, so it’s only fair for you to worry.” He clinks back the hammer of the gun, before lowering it “I’m joking, don’t worry.”
He walks over and kisses her, before chuckling a bit himself “Do ya remember what happened yesterday?”
*I would love to, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Nope, anything you feel you wish to use I will accommodate.*
Solo the charismatic bounty hunter, (No not Han Solo) is walking around town, spinning his gun on a finger. He's wearing a brown suit with a white shirt, the suit jacket isn't buttoned, and that was probably intentional.
Sparrow is working out back at his camp, while Grimes, who has been tied to a tree, his face beaten and bloodied, gives him workout tips that actually are pretty good. He's doing pull ups without a shirt, working his arms because he needs to.
Scott watches from afar, writing in his book.
Stroth watches him, drooling slightly at the sight.
He walks around with a casual swagger, holstering his gun. He disappears into crowd without a trace.
Grimes turns, some of his teeth missing and his nose shattered "Why don't ya two get a room already." He says, annoyed he's tied to a tree.
*For you Wendi.*
*Sorry for making you hunt for that. I'm on mobile now unfortunately 😔*
Scott raises a brow, a bit suspicious.
Stroth snaps her head around, baring sharp teeth.
*Im on mobile too, it’s good, don’t apologize.*
Scott can see Solo has gotten significantly closer once he exits the crowd, and makes eye contact with Scott.
Grimes immediately tries to run, but is still attached to that tree “Sorry, sorry, sorry.” Sparrow can’t help but laugh.
Scott says nothing but returns his book, scribbling down something.
She cackles madly and stands up "Good try buddy, but unfortunately for you, you're here with us."
He waves to them, noticing the bizarre behavior. He eventually walks over, sitting near them “Hey, who’re you? You know it’s rude to stare right?”
Sparrow finish his set before walking over to them both “Stop bein’ a [gp] Grimes. Just cause you ain’t had a girlfriend in a real long time, don’t mean ya get to hate on others.” He punches him, knocking him out immediately.
He narrows his eyes "Sorry... I have an issue with paranoia.." he mutters.
Stroth giggles, it bubbling up from the back of her throat madly.
He chuckles “Well I was after you, so it’s only fair for you to worry.” He clinks back the hammer of the gun, before lowering it “I’m joking, don’t worry.”
He walks over and kisses her, before chuckling a bit himself “Do ya remember what happened yesterday?”
He bristles, his pupils dilating to pinpricks. "Don't joke about that sort of thing please.".
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands from freezing
Barbeau enters, passing through the ancient and mighty wards without harm. "Hello, Father. I've brought some food for you and your flock."
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Father Luciano is in the temple, cleaning the dust from the window sills of the stained glass that shines colors through the halls. The priest is dressed in a black sweater, a pair of black trousers, and his white robes. The fireplace in the main room is barely keeping the old building warm so he had to turn to putting on gloves to keep his hands from freezing
Barbeau enters, passing through the ancient and mighty wards without harm. "Hello, Father. I've brought some food for you and your flock."
He looks up and smiles "Hello my son, thank you very much." He bows to him "Your act of kindness has warmed this old heart."
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Barbeau enters, passing through the ancient and mighty wards without harm. "Hello, Father. I've brought some food for you and your flock."
He looks up and smiles "Hello my son, thank you very much." He bows to him "Your act of kindness has warmed this old heart."
The disguised cambion nods. "You are welcome. I've also brought firewood. The food will have to be heated by the fire in order to be eaten, which means you need to take a break and watch it for a while." He holds out his hand for the duster. "I did not bring kindling, and if I get too close the flames will likely go out." He tugs the rope in his hand, pulling the sled behind him into view, stacked high with frozen dinners and firewood.
He narrows his eyes "Sorry... I have an issue with paranoia.." he mutters.
Stroth giggles, it bubbling up from the back of her throat madly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He sighs "Not good for you."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He chuckles “Well I was after you, so it’s only fair for you to worry.” He clinks back the hammer of the gun, before lowering it “I’m joking, don’t worry.”
He walks over and kisses her, before chuckling a bit himself “Do ya remember what happened yesterday?”
He bristles, his pupils dilating to pinpricks. "Don't joke about that sort of thing please.".
"Mhm, a ring, a statue, and how much I love you."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Yeah? like you take care of yourself mr smoker" he sticks his tongue out
Barbeau enters, passing through the ancient and mighty wards without harm. "Hello, Father. I've brought some food for you and your flock."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He holsters the gun, smiling softly "Sorry about that, I won't make those jokes again."
He rubs his chin, before remembering "That was what I had for you, it was fun."
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.)
(hi wendo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"I have been quiting okay." He shakes his head
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He looks up and smiles "Hello my son, thank you very much." He bows to him "Your act of kindness has warmed this old heart."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He nods and goes back to his book, seeming to try and ignore the man.
"It was! I am still wearing it!" She holds up her right hand.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Halo!*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Exactly. Is fine for me to drinks"
"No.. no, you are going to get hurt.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He leans on his chair, smiling all the way "So you're Scott, am I right?"
He sees the ring still there, and beams "I wasn't sure if you'd really like it, since I ain't good at makin' much."
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.)
(wanna rp)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
The disguised cambion nods. "You are welcome. I've also brought firewood. The food will have to be heated by the fire in order to be eaten, which means you need to take a break and watch it for a while." He holds out his hand for the duster. "I did not bring kindling, and if I get too close the flames will likely go out." He tugs the rope in his hand, pulling the sled behind him into view, stacked high with frozen dinners and firewood.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"How?" he huffs
He nods quietly, not looking up from his writing.
"Are you kidding!? I love it!" She hugs him tightly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘