“I could teach you how, if you can believe it, I’ve had the time to learn.”
He rolls his eyes, sitting on the bed and beginning to clean his sword.
He holds her hand with both of his “I love you just as much, and I’ll pay you back for that love however I can. However I can~” He chuckles, sitting in her lap.
He stomps over, though being a nearly undead Dragonborn bound by the Nine Hells probably doesn’t make him look friendly, and the axe at his side doesn’t help.
"As funny as that sounds, I do believe you." he chuckles, smoothing the fur on the back of his head.
"Why so blue, Big Red?"
"Good. You can not die for me, please." She says, holding him to her with a pout.
Before he gets close, the dragon cranes his neck to look at him, smiling. "Hello, Thane."
He chuckles with them, “You know, I never quite asked what you do did I? What is your job exactly, if you don’t mind my asking of course.”
He chuckles “Big Red? Really? I’ve got a job, it’s nothing.”
He leans against her, his head moving back to kiss her cheek “I’ll try, as long as you live, I won’t die for sure.”
They return the smile, but tilt their head in confusion, sitting slightly away “How?”
"I travel and make a living by selling trinkets I buy." He says, simply.
"You fit the bill, don't ya? Well, I wont stay long, just wanted to see your pretty face."
"You better not, or i'll bring ya back and kill you again!" She teases, nipping his nose.
"They told us." He says simply. "Why have you come, though?"
“Oh a traveling merchant, that’s amazing, I haven’t met many of those actually. Exotic.” He says with a smirk.
“Stay as long as you like, it won’t take me too long to catch them and get them back here.” He says, flexing an arm.
He kisses her, sighing “Court date is soon, out of curiosity, do you know how to cast fly?”
“I have not met a black dragon, I… have not met many at all. I am simply awed.”
He blushes softly, looking away. "I just really like wanderin'..."
"Sweet. your bed's comfy." He says, settling in.
*wanna fill me in?* "I haven't done it for years, but... I should still be able to, yeah."
"You came to learn about me, didn't you?" He says with a smile, beckoning him closer.
“I hope you can take the time to stay here a while. I like it here, and I’d prefer if you stayed.”
He gets up, putting on a shirt, “I’ll get back in… an hour at the most.” And then walks out of the room, sheathing his sword.
*Explosions, lots of them.* “Good, I don’t want anyone to get hurt when I do something stupid.” He smiles, “Anyway, changing the subject, how is Domino doing?”
He moves slowly closer, sitting like a child in wonder, his knees to his chest “I just… not many dragons in the deserts.”
He sighs "Bud, you don't sound good." He sits beside him "What's wrong?"
"Children's books would be good. Easy to learn."
He looks down to Arthur, thankful for having such a great friend, “The… Valentines did worse than meet me.” He moves his unrepaired arm, and it sways as if there is no bone inside, the out of swishing sand following.
He nods, so nervous that he puts his hat back on and holds her hand.
*I see the Jester has finally come to enjoy the ice bees.*
*Oh look, I’m alive again. Wonderful to see you Baalze.*
*You as well. I'm still working on the characterization of my ogre boar gourmet knight machinist. I really like him, but he's a bit one-note so far.*
*Maybe all the T R A U M A he's been subjected to has been so normalized and internalized that he barely sees the point in being morose about it.*
*That sounds like it would add well, I haven’t had any particularly inspiring ideas for characters as of recent, so I’ve been sitting on what I’ve already got. You know how it is. If you want to rp, or just want to talk or something I’ll be here.*
*I see the Jester has finally come to enjoy the ice bees.*
*Oh look, I’m alive again. Wonderful to see you Baalze.*
*You as well. I'm still working on the characterization of my ogre boar gourmet knight machinist. I really like him, but he's a bit one-note so far.*
*Maybe all the T R A U M A he's been subjected to has been so normalized and internalized that he barely sees the point in being morose about it.*
*That sounds like it would add well, I haven’t had any particularly inspiring ideas for characters as of recent, so I’ve been sitting on what I’ve already got. You know how it is. If you want to rp, or just want to talk or something I’ll be here.*
*Neat. If you wanna RP, I would like Rag and Thane. Maybe Sparrow too, but I'm not entirely sure I can handle three interactions at once.*
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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 see the Jester has finally come to enjoy the ice bees.*
*Oh look, I’m alive again. Wonderful to see you Baalze.*
*You as well. I'm still working on the characterization of my ogre boar gourmet knight machinist. I really like him, but he's a bit one-note so far.*
*Maybe all the T R A U M A he's been subjected to has been so normalized and internalized that he barely sees the point in being morose about it.*
*That sounds like it would add well, I haven’t had any particularly inspiring ideas for characters as of recent, so I’ve been sitting on what I’ve already got. You know how it is. If you want to rp, or just want to talk or something I’ll be here.*
*Neat. If you wanna RP, I would like Rag and Thane. Maybe Sparrow too, but I'm not entirely sure I can handle three interactions at once.*
*Oh cool, the two big dragon bois.*
Thane is drawing something in the dirt with a claw. It seems to be a bar of some kind, though the picture is rough.
Rag is shadowboxing by himself, just practicing, his heavy fist shaking the air with every full force swing.
Thane is drawing something in the dirt with a claw. It seems to be a bar of some kind, though the picture is rough.
Rag is shadowboxing by himself, just practicing, his heavy fist shaking the air with every full force swing.
Felix flops down onto his back next to Thane. "Looks like you need some more mold, buddy."
The ogre walks steadily toward Rag, pausing for a second every time a punch is thrown in order to keep his stance, clutching his cape to keep it from being knocked off. He must be absurdly strong just to be able to stand up against the shockwaves at all. Despite the effort this must take, he seems pretty casual about it.
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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.
Thane is drawing something in the dirt with a claw. It seems to be a bar of some kind, though the picture is rough.
Rag is shadowboxing by himself, just practicing, his heavy fist shaking the air with every full force swing.
Felix flops down onto his back next to Thane. "Looks like you need some more mold, buddy."
The ogre walks steadily toward Rag, pausing for a second every time a punch is thrown in order to keep his stance, clutching his cape to keep it from being knocked off. He must be absurdly strong just to be able to stand up against the shockwaves at all. Despite the effort this must take, he seems pretty casual about it.
Thane looks down to Felix, shaking his head “I… I’m fine.” He says, smiling weakly at them, feeling more pain than he has in a while.
He stops, smiling wide at them “Sorry about that; just making sure I’ve got my technique all right. Not many people can stay standing when I throw a punch full force.” He holds out a hand to them to shake “Ragnerious, but everyone calls me Rag.”
“Go right on ahead, I ain’t gonna stop ya.” She says, smiling at him.
*I see the Jester has finally come to enjoy the ice bees.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I hope you can take the time to stay here a while. I like it here, and I’d prefer if you stayed.”
He gets up, putting on a shirt, “I’ll get back in… an hour at the most.” And then walks out of the room, sheathing his sword.
*Explosions, lots of them.* “Good, I don’t want anyone to get hurt when I do something stupid.” He smiles, “Anyway, changing the subject, how is Domino doing?”
He moves slowly closer, sitting like a child in wonder, his knees to his chest “I just… not many dragons in the deserts.”
He looks down to Arthur, thankful for having such a great friend, “The… Valentines did worse than meet me.” He moves his unrepaired arm, and it sways as if there is no bone inside, the out of swishing sand following.
He nods, so nervous that he puts his hat back on and holds her hand.
*Oh look, I’m alive again. Wonderful to see you Baalze.*
*You as well. I'm still working on the characterization of my ogre boar gourmet knight machinist. I really like him, but he's a bit one-note so far.*
*Maybe all the T R A U M A he's been subjected to has been so normalized and internalized that he barely sees the point in being morose about it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That sounds like it would add well, I haven’t had any particularly inspiring ideas for characters as of recent, so I’ve been sitting on what I’ve already got. You know how it is. If you want to rp, or just want to talk or something I’ll be here.*
*Neat. If you wanna RP, I would like Rag and Thane. Maybe Sparrow too, but I'm not entirely sure I can handle three interactions at once.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Howdy y'all.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Howdy, manager of the lers of Keebs.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh cool, the two big dragon bois.*
Thane is drawing something in the dirt with a claw. It seems to be a bar of some kind, though the picture is rough.
Rag is shadowboxing by himself, just practicing, his heavy fist shaking the air with every full force swing.
*Howdy pardner, wanna continue our rp?*
*salutations*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*(Throws Quickball)*
Felix flops down onto his back next to Thane. "Looks like you need some more mold, buddy."
The ogre walks steadily toward Rag, pausing for a second every time a punch is thrown in order to keep his stance, clutching his cape to keep it from being knocked off. He must be absurdly strong just to be able to stand up against the shockwaves at all. Despite the effort this must take, he seems pretty casual about it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Aww! It appeared to be caught!*
*JOBAH used PSYBEAM!*
*It’s super effective! A critical hit!*
*JESTER became confused!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ahhhhh! JESTER got scared and ran away!*
*on a side note, have you listened to GNX?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thane looks down to Felix, shaking his head “I… I’m fine.” He says, smiling weakly at them, feeling more pain than he has in a while.
He stops, smiling wide at them “Sorry about that; just making sure I’ve got my technique all right. Not many people can stay standing when I throw a punch full force.” He holds out a hand to them to shake “Ragnerious, but everyone calls me Rag.”
*Nope, I’ll check ‘em out though if that’s a recommendation.*