He sighs, taking a sip. "These things... why can't we just be happy?"
She thinks for a long while. "I don't know how much this will help, but... what do you like to do as a hobby, if anything? Happiness isn't something that can be bottled and preserved forever- but maybe finding something you enjoy will help hold onto those moments of happiness a little while longer?"
"I like to eat. And I like to make machines that cook things. But I do those all the time and I never feel happy. Maybe I just need new hobbies."
Taika is just outside the tavern, still trying to sell bug.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Thirteen is on the stone with one of his parallel selves.
Mauric is burning a phase spider nest in the basement with his Inn-issued blowtorch.
Loriche is scrounging up old metal scraps from around town to melt back down.
Riotan is digging a hole behind the tavern, burying his emotions.
Vitroze is fishing books out of their neck at a table in the back.
Luciano looks upon Mauric's arson with a sad face.
Samaritan appears behind him, having a smoke "What are you doing?"
Mauric turns around, looking surprised, once he’s gotten rid of the strange, n-dimensional web sacs. “Whoa! What are you doing down here, reverend?”
“Makin’ portals.” He looks up promptly. “But I can stop.”
"Watching you kill creatures." He folds his arms.
"Portals to where?" He grumbles
“Aw, they’re pests. And when they grow up they can get taller than the ceiling in here, so we gotta burn ‘em early. They keep phasing in, and I gotta keep the place clean.”
“My little ol’ layer. Every time I come out of a portal to there, it closes, so I gotta dig a new one every night when I want to go back to my own burrow.”
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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.
Thirteen is on the stone with one of his parallel selves.
Mauric is burning a phase spider nest in the basement with his Inn-issued blowtorch.
Loriche is scrounging up old metal scraps from around town to melt back down.
Riotan is digging a hole behind the tavern, burying his emotions.
Vitroze is fishing books out of their neck at a table in the back.
Luciano looks upon Mauric's arson with a sad face.
Samaritan appears behind him, having a smoke "What are you doing?"
Mauric turns around, looking surprised, once he’s gotten rid of the strange, n-dimensional web sacs. “Whoa! What are you doing down here, reverend?”
“Makin’ portals.” He looks up promptly. “But I can stop.”
"Watching you kill creatures." He folds his arms.
"Portals to where?" He grumbles
“Aw, they’re pests. And when they grow up they can get taller than the ceiling in here, so we gotta burn ‘em early. They keep phasing in, and I gotta keep the place clean.”
“My little ol’ layer. Every time I come out of a portal to there, it closes, so I gotta dig a new one every night when I want to go back to my own burrow.”
"Still a creature just like a cat or dog, would you burn one of those?" He asks, his tone gentle.
Loriche is scrounging up old metal scraps from around town to melt back down.
Geralt is walking through the town, the sound of his chained greatsword and rags filling the air, his body leaking an unnatural heat.
*he’s just Jon Witcher from the hit series The Witcher?*
She looks up and waves enthusiastically, holding a splintered 4mm-thick sheet of aluminum. “Hi!!”
*Luckily not, trying to keep up with original characters.*
The deeply tanned man waves back at them, revealing the chain grafted to their arm and connected to the sword, signing “Hello.”
“Cool arm thing! Both of us have most of our body attached to cool stuff too!”
He looks to his arm and them back to them, smiling softly, signing “I suppose we both do, though yours does seem cooler than mine.”
She nods. “Most of it’s for show, aside from the lighting.”
He unsheaths the blade, revealing most of it is broken, though the parts that are still there are sharp and seem to radiate that same unnatural heat “Mine is mostly broken.” He chuckles.
Riotan scrambles out of his hole and gets to his feet, brushing off his sari. “Hey, I like my OWN foggy dirt patch when I get tired. What’s your excuse?”
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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.
Loriche is scrounging up old metal scraps from around town to melt back down.
Geralt is walking through the town, the sound of his chained greatsword and rags filling the air, his body leaking an unnatural heat.
*he’s just Jon Witcher from the hit series The Witcher?*
She looks up and waves enthusiastically, holding a splintered 4mm-thick sheet of aluminum. “Hi!!”
*Luckily not, trying to keep up with original characters.*
The deeply tanned man waves back at them, revealing the chain grafted to their arm and connected to the sword, signing “Hello.”
“Cool arm thing! Both of us have most of our body attached to cool stuff too!”
He looks to his arm and them back to them, smiling softly, signing “I suppose we both do, though yours does seem cooler than mine.”
She nods. “Most of it’s for show, aside from the lighting.”
He unsheaths the blade, revealing most of it is broken, though the parts that are still there are sharp and seem to radiate that same unnatural heat “Mine is mostly broken.” He chuckles.
“Hey, I bet I could fix it for you.” She offers, examining it closely.
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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.
Loriche is scrounging up old metal scraps from around town to melt back down.
Geralt is walking through the town, the sound of his chained greatsword and rags filling the air, his body leaking an unnatural heat.
*he’s just Jon Witcher from the hit series The Witcher?*
She looks up and waves enthusiastically, holding a splintered 4mm-thick sheet of aluminum. “Hi!!”
*Luckily not, trying to keep up with original characters.*
The deeply tanned man waves back at them, revealing the chain grafted to their arm and connected to the sword, signing “Hello.”
“Cool arm thing! Both of us have most of our body attached to cool stuff too!”
He looks to his arm and them back to them, smiling softly, signing “I suppose we both do, though yours does seem cooler than mine.”
She nods. “Most of it’s for show, aside from the lighting.”
He unsheaths the blade, revealing most of it is broken, though the parts that are still there are sharp and seem to radiate that same unnatural heat “Mine is mostly broken.” He chuckles.
“Hey, I bet I could fix it for you.” She offers, examining it closely.
The blade, from what can seen in the remains, was truly something special, an extraordinary piece of craftsmanship, blazing with heat unparalleled.
Riotan scrambles out of his hole and gets to his feet, brushing off his sari. “Hey, I like my OWN foggy dirt patch when I get tired. What’s your excuse?”
He chuckles "Then maybe ask why if it is okay to kill these creatures compared to those creatures?"
"Weird as in good, not weird as in bad." He nods, chuckling.
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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
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*should I bother with an intro?*
*I mean like, why not, I interacted with yours earlier but you disappeared.*
"I like to eat. And I like to make machines that cook things. But I do those all the time and I never feel happy. Maybe I just need new hobbies."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*anyone wanna rp i only have taika rn sorry*
Taika is just outside the tavern, still trying to sell bug.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Mauric turns around, looking surprised, once he’s gotten rid of the strange, n-dimensional web sacs. “Whoa! What are you doing down here, reverend?”
“Makin’ portals.” He looks up promptly. “But I can stop.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Watching you kill creatures." He folds his arms.
"Portals to where?" He grumbles
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
“Cool arm thing! Both of us have most of our body attached to cool stuff too!”
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 looks to his arm and them back to them, smiling softly, signing “I suppose we both do, though yours does seem cooler than mine.”
Asada is out a ways from the town seeing if he can find any purple worms in the area, using his spellcasting to try and locate some.
The green dragon, in her yuan-ti abomination form, is teaching some locals how to better maintain their gardens and care for their animals.
“Aw, they’re pests. And when they grow up they can get taller than the ceiling in here, so we gotta burn ‘em early. They keep phasing in, and I gotta keep the place clean.”
“My little ol’ layer. Every time I come out of a portal to there, it closes, so I gotta dig a new one every night when I want to go back to my own burrow.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Still a creature just like a cat or dog, would you burn one of those?" He asks, his tone gentle.
"Huh weird." He shrugs, stomping out his cigar.
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
She nods. “Most of it’s for show, aside from the lighting.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Anybody else want to rp for the little bit of time I have left? About 20 minutes, maybe a little bit more.*
He unsheaths the blade, revealing most of it is broken, though the parts that are still there are sharp and seem to radiate that same unnatural heat “Mine is mostly broken.” He chuckles.
*cut*
He looks slightly awkward. “No comment.”
Riotan scrambles out of his hole and gets to his feet, brushing off his sari. “Hey, I like my OWN foggy dirt patch when I get tired. What’s your excuse?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Aight, imma try something new, 1 sec
“Hey, I bet I could fix it for you.” She offers, examining it closely.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*take your time, i’m excited to see what you’ll cook up*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The blade, from what can seen in the remains, was truly something special, an extraordinary piece of craftsmanship, blazing with heat unparalleled.
He chuckles "Then maybe ask why if it is okay to kill these creatures compared to those creatures?"
"Weird as in good, not weird as in bad." He nods, chuckling.
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