KK is sitting on the roof of the Inn, looking back over some of her old sketches.
They hear the sound of shifting rags, if they look in the direction it comes from, they see a dark skinned human in black rags bandaged onto them, remains of what appears to be a shattered greatsword held loosely in one hand, chained to their arm. Their pupils appear red, appearing to be twinkling blood stars in their eyes.
She turns to face him, looking curiously at the greatsword for a moment. "Hi there!"
They look up, locking eyes with them, and signing "Hello." He stops shambling, bandaging up his rags tightly.
It's a tad hard for them to lock eyes with her, given how she has no eyes- no face at all, actually- but it's still clear that her attention is focused on them. "What's your name?" She inquires.
He manages well enough, more just focused on them as whole when he doesn't see their face "G-E-R-A-L-T" He says, letting his sword swing from it's change while he talks to them though signs.
She leans back a bit at one point to avoid the chained sword grazing past as it swings loosely about. "It's nice to meet you, Geralt. I'm Kiko."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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)
*Oh hey Salem, good to see ya again. I was worried about ya.*
*dont stop worrying yet, i'm still not dead*
*Fine, I'll keep worrying about you, how are you doin?*
*Im fine. cooking up a thread, worried I'm putting too much effort into it and that it'll fail like all my others.*
*Wanna rp?*
*Nah, go for it dude, thats what I did with Blood an' water, and that's still alive.*
*Always, who do you want?*
*but I'm making a new language and its hard to pick and make words...*
*Gay, lesbian, straight, Damian.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
*anybody else want on the Salem Train? It's only a few hours before it leaves the station so I can go play my concert. (It will be on Spotify afterwards, dw my children)*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
*anybody else want on the Salem Train? It's only a few hours before it leaves the station so I can go play my concert. (It will be on Spotify afterwards, dw my children)*
*Hit me with the hurritrain, baby!*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh hey Salem, good to see ya again. I was worried about ya.*
*dont stop worrying yet, i'm still not dead*
*Fine, I'll keep worrying about you, how are you doin?*
*Im fine. cooking up a thread, worried I'm putting too much effort into it and that it'll fail like all my others.*
*Wanna rp?*
*Nah, go for it dude, thats what I did with Blood an' water, and that's still alive.*
*Always, who do you want?*
*but I'm making a new language and its hard to pick and make words...*
*Gay, lesbian, straight, Damian.*
*Pig Latin.*
*I got you. Damian somehow manages to be all three.*
Donquixote has gotten back from another job, and is cleaning the blood out of his shirt in a river, the water really making him glisten.
Marionette is praying for wisdom, his silky brown hair flowing down to her shoulders.
Antonio is practicing with his hammer, slowing getting a hold of his thunder god form (I’ve decided he looks like Godspeed Killua but older when he uses that form.)
Damian is silently hating himself while sitting on a log in the woods, just looking at the ground, his hands clasped together, his foot tapping as he mutters how much he doesn’t deserve anything and never will.
*anybody else want on the Salem Train? It's only a few hours before it leaves the station so I can go play my concert. (It will be on Spotify afterwards, dw my children)*
*Hit me with the hurritrain, baby!*
Cyvus has been wandering about town for a few days. His clothes are getting to be dirty, which is unusual for him. His pristine, well groomed look has slipped away in the last 72 hours. Eventually, he sits down at a bench, looking exhausted.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
KK is sitting on the roof of the Inn, looking back over some of her old sketches.
They hear the sound of shifting rags, if they look in the direction it comes from, they see a dark skinned human in black rags bandaged onto them, remains of what appears to be a shattered greatsword held loosely in one hand, chained to their arm. Their pupils appear red, appearing to be twinkling blood stars in their eyes.
She turns to face him, looking curiously at the greatsword for a moment. "Hi there!"
They look up, locking eyes with them, and signing "Hello." He stops shambling, bandaging up his rags tightly.
It's a tad hard for them to lock eyes with her, given how she has no eyes- no face at all, actually- but it's still clear that her attention is focused on them. "What's your name?" She inquires.
He manages well enough, more just focused on them as whole when he doesn't see their face "G-E-R-A-L-T" He says, letting his sword swing from it's change while he talks to them though signs.
She leans back a bit at one point to avoid the chained sword grazing past as it swings loosely about. "It's nice to meet you, Geralt. I'm Kiko."
He grabs the broken sword, putting it in an empty sheath on his back, the chain magically extending to maintain its length “Sorry about that. Nice to meet you too Kiko.”
Cyvus has been wandering about town for a few days. His clothes are getting to be dirty, which is unusual for him. His pristine, well groomed look has slipped away in the last 72 hours. Eventually, he sits down at a bench, looking exhausted.
*desc?*
The owner of the new coffee shop walks over with a hot peppermint mocha, sitting down and offering it to Cyvus. "Hey, brother, something wrong?"
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*guys, I get to teach my group I've been running how to play The Wild Beyond Witchlight.*
(how is it going?)
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"Oh, goody!" She does a little dance. "I'm going to have some tea with the ladies soon. Care to join me? We've got some board games!"
He nods and pulls out a paper sleeve for the mug. "All good here, brother. Name?"
He looks at her, confused for a moment, but decides to nod and sign “I would be happy to join you, I have nothing else to do.”
“Walter Pennyworth.” He says, adjusting his small glasses with a soft smile on his face.
She dances a little harder. "Oh, don't worry! We'll find something for you to do! Do you have any hobbies?"
He slips the sleeve on a pure white mug and fills it with hot black coffee. He walks over and sets it on a paper coaster with the Umbrew logo on it. "Thank you for your order, Walter."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh hey Salem, good to see ya again. I was worried about ya.*
*dont stop worrying yet, i'm still not dead*
*Fine, I'll keep worrying about you, how are you doin?*
*Im fine. cooking up a thread, worried I'm putting too much effort into it and that it'll fail like all my others.*
*Wanna rp?*
*Nah, go for it dude, thats what I did with Blood an' water, and that's still alive.*
*Always, who do you want?*
*but I'm making a new language and its hard to pick and make words...*
*Gay, lesbian, straight, Damian.*
*Pig Latin.*
*I got you. Damian somehow manages to be all three.*
Donquixote has gotten back from another job, and is cleaning the blood out of his shirt in a river, the water really making him glisten.
Marionette is praying for wisdom, his silky brown hair flowing down to her shoulders.
Antonio is practicing with his hammer, slowing getting a hold of his thunder god form (I’ve decided he looks like Godspeed Killua but older when he uses that form.)
Damian is silently hating himself while sitting on a log in the woods, just looking at the ground, his hands clasped together, his foot tapping as he mutters how much he doesn’t deserve anything and never will.
He gets hit with another bag of kush as Zephyr slowly pads up to him.
*This one's gonna be long. New character and all.* From the coast of a deep and unknown jungle, come the Raigaar. They're a species of intelligent, lion-like creatures that can shapeshift from bipedal to quadrupedal. Both need no clothes, though the latter has none. It just so happens that today, one of the only known members to wander off from their homes has arrived in Lord's Point. Her fur is ashy grey, her mane is long and braided in big, wide, and fluffy ropes. She wears baggy clothing made of pelts, due only to the weather. She approaches Marionette from behind and chuckles. "Yo-weh, Schan! Prayin' for me? 'Cause i'm already here." ("Yo-weh, Schan" is Hello, beautiful)
"You're getting slow, sparky." Domino bellows out from her Mythic form, blazing bright blue.
He's picked up and slung gently over Saphuno's shoulder, and she hums softly, taking him to the Tavern.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
"Oh, goody!" She does a little dance. "I'm going to have some tea with the ladies soon. Care to join me? We've got some board games!"
He nods and pulls out a paper sleeve for the mug. "All good here, brother. Name?"
He looks at her, confused for a moment, but decides to nod and sign “I would be happy to join you, I have nothing else to do.”
“Walter Pennyworth.” He says, adjusting his small glasses with a soft smile on his face.
She dances a little harder. "Oh, don't worry! We'll find something for you to do! Do you have any hobbies?"
He slips the sleeve on a pure white mug and fills it with hot black coffee. He walks over and sets it on a paper coaster with the Umbrew logo on it. "Thank you for your order, Walter."
He nods, walking over to them “Not many, I haven’t had much time to explore my interests.”
He takes the drink, not waiting for it to cool, drinking it while it’s hot, keeping the pleasant smile on his face. Putting the empty cup down and offering them a gold “Thank you for your service, would this suffice?”
Cyvus has been wandering about town for a few days. His clothes are getting to be dirty, which is unusual for him. His pristine, well groomed look has slipped away in the last 72 hours. Eventually, he sits down at a bench, looking exhausted.
*desc?*
The owner of the new coffee shop walks over with a hot peppermint mocha, sitting down and offering it to Cyvus. "Hey, brother, something wrong?"
*6 foot 2 Old lion man, grey fur, grey and inoperable right eye. Used to be in the kings guard. You remember him, right?* *Want anybody else?*
"Oh, hello..." he grumbles something under his breathe. "Always, yes... I've always faced Adversity. But, I don't know how to handle this one."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
William is inside the tavern kitchen, using it despite not being allowed to. He is putting together what appears to be a series of cranberry and walnut muffins, listening to the radio as he does. He folds his arms, staring at them as if they will bear the burden of his frustration but they are muffins, they can't do that.
Samaritan is outside, having a smoke. He leaned against the tavern in its entirety, being a good 15 ft tall, a very large cigar in hand. He lights with a flick of his fingers and exhales a cloud of smoke.
Stroth is napping in her room, face down in a pillow with no blankets on her. The door is open just in case someone needs her for any reason.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
William is inside the tavern kitchen, using it despite not being allowed to. He is putting together what appears to be a series of cranberry and walnut muffins, listening to the radio as he does. He folds his arms, staring at them as if they will bear the burden of his frustration but they are muffins, they can't do that.
Samaritan is outside, having a smoke. He leaned against the tavern in its entirety, being a good 15 ft tall, a very large cigar in hand. He lights with a flick of his fingers and exhales a cloud of smoke.
Stroth is napping in her room, face down in a pillow with no blankets on her. The door is open just in case someone needs her for any reason.
William is met with Saphuno and Xavier. She looks quite upset, while Xavier is holding a massive spoon, seemingly unable to control his movements as he jitters around slightly. "Excuse me, who are you?"
Zephyr is leaned against a tree not too far away from him, snickering as he puffs a joint and watches the "giant" smoke.
A few small objects fall to the ground here and there, nothing breakable.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
He sighs, picking up, and pocketing the bag of kush “I’m taking this.” He takes his wet shirt out of the water.
She turns to them, looking at them as their face begins to turn red. She had been wearing more casual clothes instead of her typical nun outfit, leaving her in simple brown clothes, nothing decadent, simple.
He turns to her, before appearing by her side with an explosion of sound, “Oh baby am I?”
He seems surprise “Hey wait, hey put me down. Saphuno please, why are you doing this. Put me down, please.”
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
*Nah, go for it dude, thats what I did with Blood an' water, and that's still alive.*
*Always, who do you want?*
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.)
She leans back a bit at one point to avoid the chained sword grazing past as it swings loosely about. "It's nice to meet you, Geralt. I'm Kiko."
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)
*but I'm making a new language and its hard to pick and make words...*
*Gay, lesbian, straight, Damian.*
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"Oh, goody!" She does a little dance. "I'm going to have some tea with the ladies soon. Care to join me? We've got some board games!"
He nods and pulls out a paper sleeve for the mug. "All good here, brother. Name?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*anybody else want on the Salem Train? It's only a few hours before it leaves the station so I can go play my concert. (It will be on Spotify afterwards, dw my children)*
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Hit me with the hurritrain, baby!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Pig Latin.*
*I got you. Damian somehow manages to be all three.*
Donquixote has gotten back from another job, and is cleaning the blood out of his shirt in a river, the water really making him glisten.
Marionette is praying for wisdom, his silky brown hair flowing down to her shoulders.
Antonio is practicing with his hammer, slowing getting a hold of his thunder god form (I’ve decided he looks like Godspeed Killua but older when he uses that form.)
Damian is silently hating himself while sitting on a log in the woods, just looking at the ground, his hands clasped together, his foot tapping as he mutters how much he doesn’t deserve anything and never will.
Cyvus has been wandering about town for a few days. His clothes are getting to be dirty, which is unusual for him. His pristine, well groomed look has slipped away in the last 72 hours. Eventually, he sits down at a bench, looking exhausted.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He looks at her, confused for a moment, but decides to nod and sign “I would be happy to join you, I have nothing else to do.”
“Walter Pennyworth.” He says, adjusting his small glasses with a soft smile on his face.
He grabs the broken sword, putting it in an empty sheath on his back, the chain magically extending to maintain its length “Sorry about that. Nice to meet you too Kiko.”
*desc?*
The owner of the new coffee shop walks over with a hot peppermint mocha, sitting down and offering it to Cyvus. "Hey, brother, something wrong?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*guys, I get to teach my group I've been running how to play The Wild Beyond Witchlight.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(how is it going?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
She dances a little harder. "Oh, don't worry! We'll find something for you to do! Do you have any hobbies?"
He slips the sleeve on a pure white mug and fills it with hot black coffee. He walks over and sets it on a paper coaster with the Umbrew logo on it. "Thank you for your order, Walter."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He gets hit with another bag of kush as Zephyr slowly pads up to him.
*This one's gonna be long. New character and all.* From the coast of a deep and unknown jungle, come the Raigaar. They're a species of intelligent, lion-like creatures that can shapeshift from bipedal to quadrupedal. Both need no clothes, though the latter has none. It just so happens that today, one of the only known members to wander off from their homes has arrived in Lord's Point. Her fur is ashy grey, her mane is long and braided in big, wide, and fluffy ropes. She wears baggy clothing made of pelts, due only to the weather. She approaches Marionette from behind and chuckles. "Yo-weh, Schan! Prayin' for me? 'Cause i'm already here." ("Yo-weh, Schan" is Hello, beautiful)
"You're getting slow, sparky." Domino bellows out from her Mythic form, blazing bright blue.
He's picked up and slung gently over Saphuno's shoulder, and she hums softly, taking him to the Tavern.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He nods, walking over to them “Not many, I haven’t had much time to explore my interests.”
He takes the drink, not waiting for it to cool, drinking it while it’s hot, keeping the pleasant smile on his face. Putting the empty cup down and offering them a gold “Thank you for your service, would this suffice?”
*6 foot 2 Old lion man, grey fur, grey and inoperable right eye. Used to be in the kings guard. You remember him, right?*
*Want anybody else?*
"Oh, hello..." he grumbles something under his breathe. "Always, yes... I've always faced Adversity. But, I don't know how to handle this one."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Anyways.*
William is inside the tavern kitchen, using it despite not being allowed to. He is putting together what appears to be a series of cranberry and walnut muffins, listening to the radio as he does. He folds his arms, staring at them as if they will bear the burden of his frustration but they are muffins, they can't do that.
Samaritan is outside, having a smoke. He leaned against the tavern in its entirety, being a good 15 ft tall, a very large cigar in hand. He lights with a flick of his fingers and exhales a cloud of smoke.
Stroth is napping in her room, face down in a pillow with no blankets on her. The door is open just in case someone needs her for any reason.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
William is met with Saphuno and Xavier. She looks quite upset, while Xavier is holding a massive spoon, seemingly unable to control his movements as he jitters around slightly. "Excuse me, who are you?"
Zephyr is leaned against a tree not too far away from him, snickering as he puffs a joint and watches the "giant" smoke.
A few small objects fall to the ground here and there, nothing breakable.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Cut for Salem.*
He sighs, picking up, and pocketing the bag of kush “I’m taking this.” He takes his wet shirt out of the water.
She turns to them, looking at them as their face begins to turn red. She had been wearing more casual clothes instead of her typical nun outfit, leaving her in simple brown clothes, nothing decadent, simple.
He turns to her, before appearing by her side with an explosion of sound, “Oh baby am I?”
He seems surprise “Hey wait, hey put me down. Saphuno please, why are you doing this. Put me down, please.”