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.
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?"
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?"
Eventually it goes so high it takes a minute for it to come back down, in which Rag catches it, stopping to see Felix's awestruck face, and smile slightly.
He returns the bow, tipping his hat to them "Sparrow Valentine, you're Barbeau right?"
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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.'
William is curled up in the alley, blood staining his white shirt. A man stands over him, a pistol in hand. William laughs madly, his green eyes flecked with red. His hands are coated with his life substance, turning crimson.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
William is curled up in the alley, blood staining his white shirt. A man stands over him, a pistol in hand. William laughs madly, his green eyes flecked with red. His hands are coated with his life substance, turning crimson.
Solo walks into the alley, his shoes tapping against the ground, staining his brown shoes in the blood. He doesn't seem much bothered by the body, having seen stuff like it before "Hey, that's not very good, is it?"
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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.'
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?"
Eventually it goes so high it takes a minute for it to come back down, in which Rag catches it, stopping to see Felix's awestruck face, and smile slightly.
He returns the bow, tipping his hat to them "Sparrow Valentine, you're Barbeau right?"
Felix catches himself staring and fills a bowl with the three soups. It's separated perfectly into each third of the bowl, yet there is nothing holding them apart, and they are clearly still liquid.
"Correct. It is nice to meet you, Mr. Valentine."
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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 curled up in the alley, blood staining his white shirt. A man stands over him, a pistol in hand. William laughs madly, his green eyes flecked with red. His hands are coated with his life substance, turning crimson.
Solo walks into the alley, his shoes tapping against the ground, staining his brown shoes in the blood. He doesn't seem much bothered by the body, having seen stuff like it before "Hey, that's not very good, is it?"
The man turns and hisses "This ain't about you!" before getting stabbed in the neck by William.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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.
“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.
Barbeau stops and taps his foot. "Really?"
He pats Riotan's cheek. "Nothing. I'm tired a lot these days. It comes with aging, though."
“Yes.” He nods slowly. “But the next week, I was starving in a crevice in a crag in the Shadowfell, surrounded by grues and the Wretched. Funny how things can change.”
“Age? Just don’t. I didn’t. And look how hot I am!”
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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.
William is curled up in the alley, blood staining his white shirt. A man stands over him, a pistol in hand. William laughs madly, his green eyes flecked with red. His hands are coated with his life substance, turning crimson.
Solo walks into the alley, his shoes tapping against the ground, staining his brown shoes in the blood. He doesn't seem much bothered by the body, having seen stuff like it before "Hey, that's not very good, is it?"
The man turns and hisses "This ain't about you!" before getting stabbed in the neck by William.
He chuckles "Now that was stupid of you, never take your eyes off your opponent idiot." He walks over to the man with a knife in his neck.
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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.'
“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?"
“Okay. Just don’t do it again until you’re for sure a free man, ‘kay?”
“What??? It was an innuendo, you moron! What did I ever do to you?!”
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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 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?"
Eventually it goes so high it takes a minute for it to come back down, in which Rag catches it, stopping to see Felix's awestruck face, and smile slightly.
He returns the bow, tipping his hat to them "Sparrow Valentine, you're Barbeau right?"
Felix catches himself staring and fills a bowl with the three soups. It's separated perfectly into each third of the bowl, yet there is nothing holding them apart, and they are clearly still liquid.
"Correct. It is nice to meet you, Mr. Valentine."
He tosses the boulder to the ground, walking over to sit in front of Felix "Hey Felix, I was just finishing my workout, what do you think, too much?"
He picks up the protein shake, "Just call me Sparrow, please, why did ya make this fer me?"
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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.'
William is curled up in the alley, blood staining his white shirt. A man stands over him, a pistol in hand. William laughs madly, his green eyes flecked with red. His hands are coated with his life substance, turning crimson.
Solo walks into the alley, his shoes tapping against the ground, staining his brown shoes in the blood. He doesn't seem much bothered by the body, having seen stuff like it before "Hey, that's not very good, is it?"
The man turns and hisses "This ain't about you!" before getting stabbed in the neck by William.
He chuckles "Now that was stupid of you, never take your eyes off your opponent idiot." He walks over to the man with a knife in his neck.
The man begins to choke on his own blood. William huffs and figs his fingers into his chest, of pulling out the bullet and dropping it on the street. "Who're you?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Okay. Just don’t do it again until you’re for sure a free man, ‘kay?”
“What??? It was an innuendo, you moron! What did I ever do to you?!”
"You know the case against me, theirs basically no chance I'd be a free man for sure."
"You know, it's easy to take apart your jokes by pretending to be an idiot. If you're going to tell me what's wrong, just tell me, and if not, I'll bother you until I can help."
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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.'
He pats Riotan's cheek. "Nothing. I'm tired a lot these days. It comes with aging, though."
“Yes.” He nods slowly. “But the next week, I was starving in a crevice in a crag in the Shadowfell, surrounded by grues and the Wretched. Funny how things can change.”
“Age? Just don’t. I didn’t. And look how hot I am!”
He stares at the snow, facing away from Thirteen. "They always do. You can't stop it. I've tried so hard, but I always failed."
"I'm not like you, though. I'll grow old an die like all mortals. It's nothing to fear, but not really something to fight off either."
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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.
“Okay. Just don’t do it again until you’re for sure a free man, ‘kay?”
“What??? It was an innuendo, you moron! What did I ever do to you?!”
"You know the case against me, theirs basically no chance I'd be a free man for sure."
"You know, it's easy to take apart your jokes by pretending to be an idiot. If you're going to tell me what's wrong, just tell me, and if not, I'll bother you until I can help."
“A life sentence plus thirty days is still worse than a regular life sentence though…”
“Nothing is wrong. I am a creature of mood and whim, and tonight I have elected to be sad.”
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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.
William is curled up in the alley, blood staining his white shirt. A man stands over him, a pistol in hand. William laughs madly, his green eyes flecked with red. His hands are coated with his life substance, turning crimson.
Solo walks into the alley, his shoes tapping against the ground, staining his brown shoes in the blood. He doesn't seem much bothered by the body, having seen stuff like it before "Hey, that's not very good, is it?"
The man turns and hisses "This ain't about you!" before getting stabbed in the neck by William.
He chuckles "Now that was stupid of you, never take your eyes off your opponent idiot." He walks over to the man with a knife in his neck.
The man begins to choke on his own blood. William huffs and figs his fingers into his chest, of pulling out the bullet and dropping it on the street. "Who're you?"
"Solo, bounty hunter, fun enthusiast." He smiles, holding out a hand to them, entirely unbothered by the blood around them and the dying man, pulling out his gun and shooting the man in the knees.
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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.'
William is curled up in the alley, blood staining his white shirt. A man stands over him, a pistol in hand. William laughs madly, his green eyes flecked with red. His hands are coated with his life substance, turning crimson.
Solo walks into the alley, his shoes tapping against the ground, staining his brown shoes in the blood. He doesn't seem much bothered by the body, having seen stuff like it before "Hey, that's not very good, is it?"
The man turns and hisses "This ain't about you!" before getting stabbed in the neck by William.
He chuckles "Now that was stupid of you, never take your eyes off your opponent idiot." He walks over to the man with a knife in his neck.
The man begins to choke on his own blood. William huffs and figs his fingers into his chest, of pulling out the bullet and dropping it on the street. "Who're you?"
"Solo, bounty hunter, fun enthusiast." He smiles, holding out a hand to them, entirely unbothered by the blood around them and the dying man, pulling out his gun and shooting the man in the knees.
The man screams amongst the blood in his throat. He dies right there between them. William watches with a neutral expression and shrugs "Cool I suppose."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Felix catches himself staring and fills a bowl with the three soups. It's separated perfectly into each third of the bowl, yet there is nothing holding them apart, and they are clearly still liquid.
"Correct. It is nice to meet you, Mr. Valentine."
He tosses the boulder to the ground, walking over to sit in front of Felix "Hey Felix, I was just finishing my workout, what do you think, too much?"
He picks up the protein shake, "Just call me Sparrow, please, why did ya make this fer me?"
He offers the oversized bowl. "If you were just showing off, a bit. But if it was to make you stronger, then as long as you don't hurt yourself I think you're good."
"Muscles need more than work to grow strong and healthy. Low body-fat may seem attractive, but if you're trying to stay actually fit you need calories, especially given current temperatures."
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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.
“Okay. Just don’t do it again until you’re for sure a free man, ‘kay?”
“What??? It was an innuendo, you moron! What did I ever do to you?!”
"You know the case against me, theirs basically no chance I'd be a free man for sure."
"You know, it's easy to take apart your jokes by pretending to be an idiot. If you're going to tell me what's wrong, just tell me, and if not, I'll bother you until I can help."
“A life sentence plus thirty days is still worse than a regular life sentence though…”
“Nothing is wrong. I am a creature of mood and whim, and tonight I have elected to be sad.”
"With how often I die, it would likely just be thirty days. Don't worry about me, I won't get caught."
He raises an eyebrow, looking into Riotan's eyes. Insight check:32
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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.'
Eventually it goes so high it takes a minute for it to come back down, in which Rag catches it, stopping to see Felix's awestruck face, and smile slightly.
He returns the bow, tipping his hat to them "Sparrow Valentine, you're Barbeau right?"
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 stops and taps his foot. "Really?"
He pats Riotan's cheek. "Nothing. I'm tired a lot these days. It comes with aging, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*me thinks I want to cause issues mwheheheh.*
William is curled up in the alley, blood staining his white shirt. A man stands over him, a pistol in hand. William laughs madly, his green eyes flecked with red. His hands are coated with his life substance, turning crimson.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Solo walks into the alley, his shoes tapping against the ground, staining his brown shoes in the blood. He doesn't seem much bothered by the body, having seen stuff like it before "Hey, that's not very good, is it?"
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.)
Felix catches himself staring and fills a bowl with the three soups. It's separated perfectly into each third of the bowl, yet there is nothing holding them apart, and they are clearly still liquid.
"Correct. It is nice to meet you, Mr. Valentine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man turns and hisses "This ain't about you!" before getting stabbed in the neck by William.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Yes.” He nods slowly. “But the next week, I was starving in a crevice in a crag in the Shadowfell, surrounded by grues and the Wretched. Funny how things can change.”
“Age? Just don’t. I didn’t. And look how hot I am!”
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 chuckles "Now that was stupid of you, never take your eyes off your opponent idiot." He walks over to the man with a knife in his neck.
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.)
“Okay. Just don’t do it again until you’re for sure a free man, ‘kay?”
“What??? It was an innuendo, you moron! What did I ever do to you?!”
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 tosses the boulder to the ground, walking over to sit in front of Felix "Hey Felix, I was just finishing my workout, what do you think, too much?"
He picks up the protein shake, "Just call me Sparrow, please, why did ya make this fer 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.)
The man begins to choke on his own blood. William huffs and figs his fingers into his chest, of pulling out the bullet and dropping it on the street. "Who're you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You know the case against me, theirs basically no chance I'd be a free man for sure."
"You know, it's easy to take apart your jokes by pretending to be an idiot. If you're going to tell me what's wrong, just tell me, and if not, I'll bother you until I can help."
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 stares at the snow, facing away from Thirteen. "They always do. You can't stop it. I've tried so hard, but I always failed."
"I'm not like you, though. I'll grow old an die like all mortals. It's nothing to fear, but not really something to fight off either."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“A life sentence plus thirty days is still worse than a regular life sentence though…”
“Nothing is wrong. I am a creature of mood and whim, and tonight I have elected to be sad.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Solo, bounty hunter, fun enthusiast." He smiles, holding out a hand to them, entirely unbothered by the blood around them and the dying man, pulling out his gun and shooting the man in the knees.
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.)
The man screams amongst the blood in his throat. He dies right there between them. William watches with a neutral expression and shrugs "Cool I suppose."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He offers the oversized bowl. "If you were just showing off, a bit. But if it was to make you stronger, then as long as you don't hurt yourself I think you're good."
"Muscles need more than work to grow strong and healthy. Low body-fat may seem attractive, but if you're trying to stay actually fit you need calories, especially given current temperatures."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"With how often I die, it would likely just be thirty days. Don't worry about me, I won't get caught."
He raises an eyebrow, looking into Riotan's eyes. Insight check:32
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.)
(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
*Goodnight, my chickens.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.