“BLT? Bit of a tired concept, wouldn’t you think?” He critiques.
Rio yelps and flaps his arms at Ragnerious. “Let go of me! The scales are superficial and nothing’s wrong!”
"I like it, no matter how tired the concept. That's the beauty of cooking isn't it?"
Rag can't help but smile "I can't let you go, I can read you like a book, and something is wrong." He forces their arms down "And we are brothers."
“Maybe, but it’s also beautiful to push limits. Like replacing the tomato with slices of summer squash, and replacing the bacon with… owlbear poultry, I guess?”
“I keep telling absolutely everyone the same thing: I have no siblings, and if I did I would’ve eaten them!” He says angrily, struggling further.
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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.
“BLT? Bit of a tired concept, wouldn’t you think?” He critiques.
Rio yelps and flaps his arms at Ragnerious. “Let go of me! The scales are superficial and nothing’s wrong!”
"I like it, no matter how tired the concept. That's the beauty of cooking isn't it?"
Rag can't help but smile "I can't let you go, I can read you like a book, and something is wrong." He forces their arms down "And we are brothers."
“Maybe, but it’s also beautiful to push limits. Like replacing the tomato with slices of summer squash, and replacing the bacon with… owlbear poultry, I guess?”
“I keep telling absolutely everyone the same thing: I have no siblings, and if I did I would’ve eaten them!” He says angrily, struggling further.
"I agree, the classics are just as well as mixing things up, but tell me, is it bad to stick with what works?" He takes another bite "Also we should probably prepare for the trail day."
He easily keep hold of him, his strength is insane "You couldn't have eaten me if you tried, we are brothers, that's final. Now tell me what's wrong."
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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.'
“BLT? Bit of a tired concept, wouldn’t you think?” He critiques.
Rio yelps and flaps his arms at Ragnerious. “Let go of me! The scales are superficial and nothing’s wrong!”
"I like it, no matter how tired the concept. That's the beauty of cooking isn't it?"
Rag can't help but smile "I can't let you go, I can read you like a book, and something is wrong." He forces their arms down "And we are brothers."
“Maybe, but it’s also beautiful to push limits. Like replacing the tomato with slices of summer squash, and replacing the bacon with… owlbear poultry, I guess?”
“I keep telling absolutely everyone the same thing: I have no siblings, and if I did I would’ve eaten them!” He says angrily, struggling further.
"I agree, the classics are just as well as mixing things up, but tell me, is it bad to stick with what works?" He takes another bite "Also we should probably prepare for the trail day."
He easily keep hold of him, his strength is insane "You couldn't have eaten me if you tried, we are brothers, that's final. Now tell me what's wrong."
“I’ve been preparing the whole time, along with some help from Nick. Have you?”
Riotan seemingly collapses, a pile of scales falling to the barstool with nothing beneath 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.
Felix opens his eyes and yawns. "You know, I'm not really that healthy a person to be around."
Barbeau calmly stands, the ground and air freezing at his touch. He points to the ground as gravity seems to increase dramatically around Lilac, flattening the grass and crushing pebbles. He slowly walks in her direction as snow clouds swirl in the sky.
"You act as if you're the blight." He chuckles, taking his readers off and closing his book. "Afternoon, sleepyhead."
She senses a possible threat, fur bristling. She lowers herself to the ground, ears pinned.
*Sorry, missed this*
"And you act like I'm a saint." He falls from the tree and lands on him.
"Why did you do that?" He says softly, frost forming on the ground around her.
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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’ve been preparing the whole time, along with some help from Nick. Have you?”
Riotan seemingly collapses, a pile of scales falling to the barstool with nothing beneath it.
"I've gotten a lot of thinking done, now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't have stolen this sandwich."
He piles up the scales in his massive hands, and walks outside of the bar, leaving the scales outside as he cracks his knuckles.
“Aw, once it’s eaten nobody can claim it! So long as they aren’t following you now…”
The scales clatter along the ground to behind Rag, where they re-form into Riotan. “I said don’t touch me.” He sighs. “There are certain conditions that you’d need to fulfill beforehand…”
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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.
“I’ve been preparing the whole time, along with some help from Nick. Have you?”
Riotan seemingly collapses, a pile of scales falling to the barstool with nothing beneath it.
"I've gotten a lot of thinking done, now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't have stolen this sandwich."
He piles up the scales in his massive hands, and walks outside of the bar, leaving the scales outside as he cracks his knuckles.
“Aw, once it’s eaten nobody can claim it! So long as they aren’t following you now…”
The scales clatter along the ground to behind Rag, where they re-form into Riotan. “I said don’t touch me.” He sighs. “There are certain conditions that you’d need to fulfill beforehand…”
"They probably aren't following after me anymore, I was pretty good at what I did."
He nods, cracking his shoulders "I was going to punch you in the face until you told me, but that sounds better. Don't worry it wasn't going to be any real damage." He smiles, "What conditions do you want me to meet?"
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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.'
“Maybe, but it’s also beautiful to push limits. Like replacing the tomato with slices of summer squash, and replacing the bacon with… owlbear poultry, I guess?”
“I keep telling absolutely everyone the same thing: I have no siblings, and if I did I would’ve eaten them!” He says angrily, struggling further.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thirteen is causing a small blizzard for the amusement of the townsfolk.
Mauric is roaming the streets of the Celestial City peacefully.
Loriche is trying to make something cool with the X-wing parts.
Riotan is chilling in [whatever location you want], looking morose and contemplative.
Klei is at a table, eating minestrone exhaustedly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Felix is watching, not working out, but instead cooking three different soups at once.
Barbeau approaches and sets down a protein shake on a nearby stump.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I agree, the classics are just as well as mixing things up, but tell me, is it bad to stick with what works?" He takes another bite "Also we should probably prepare for the trail day."
He easily keep hold of him, his strength is insane "You couldn't have eaten me if you tried, we are brothers, that's final. Now tell me what's wrong."
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.)
At the edge of the woods, Traitor is trying to carve a fallen tree with her claws into a sort of statue.
KK is sitting on the roof of the Inn, birdwatching and thinking back to simpler times.
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 is throwing a boulder into the air and catching it, going farther and farther into the sky.
He sees Barbeau, and stops his workout. He walks over to them "Planning to join the workout chef of legend?"
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’ve been preparing the whole time, along with some help from Nick. Have you?”
Riotan seemingly collapses, a pile of scales falling to the barstool with nothing beneath 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.
*Sorry, missed this*
"And you act like I'm a saint." He falls from the tree and lands on him.
"Why did you do that?" He says softly, frost forming on the ground around her.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I've gotten a lot of thinking done, now that I think about it, I probably shouldn't have stolen this sandwich."
He piles up the scales in his massive hands, and walks outside of the bar, leaving the scales outside as he cracks his knuckles.
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 raises their head up to look him in the eyes once more "If you want me to do this for you, just ask, and be honest with yourself for me."
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.)
Barbeau bows and begins to walk back to the group.
"I have no idea. I didn't design it." He lays his head on the bar next to Rio's.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Aw, once it’s eaten nobody can claim it! So long as they aren’t following you now…”
The scales clatter along the ground to behind Rag, where they re-form into Riotan. “I said don’t touch me.” He sighs. “There are certain conditions that you’d need to fulfill beforehand…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"They probably aren't following after me anymore, I was pretty good at what I did."
He nods, cracking his shoulders "I was going to punch you in the face until you told me, but that sounds better. Don't worry it wasn't going to be any real damage." He smiles, "What conditions do you want me to meet?"
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.)
*Anyone up for an rp?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I'm up for rp if ya want, 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)
Felix watches silently, his jaw hanging open a bit.
"No. I made this for you." He bows. "You seem to know me already, but I don't know you. May I have a name?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Still alive, always happy to.*
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.)
“You know, there was a time a couple years ago when I was at a similar inn and incited a similar snowstorm. It was a good day.” He says suddenly.
“So what’s up with youuuuuuuuuu?” Rio asks, dragging his face along the surface to look at Felix.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*very much so*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.