"Well, it was an alias of sorts, so that was partly the point." She lets out a sort of half-laugh. "Helped with the whole exacting revenge thing."
She chuckles "I bet it did, hard to hurt someone without their real name huh? Made it easier for you ta get close an' all that." She picks one of the flowers, a black rose, and puts it in her own hair "Do ya want one?"
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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.'
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
She whips around "WATCH!!" she throws it to the ground with a solid thump. It suddenly begins to sink, extremely heavy and causing the ground to get smooshed under it.
*Also, hi, how've you been?*
"That's one dense sphere." he says, poking it with a stick
*Tired. Cold. eeeeee.*
"If you let me throw it at you, can I pay you?" She asks.
*Me too. Also, question.*
Leo cracks a crazy smile. "How much?"
*Shore wassup.*
"Five hundred gold coins or my enchanted artificer's tools" she offers.
*Could I perchance abduct you to help me test out a tavern in PM's?*
"The tools and that's a deal!"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Omori is on the roof of the Inn, looking through a large old-looking tome.
Isaac sits down next to her
She doesn't immediately notice Issac, deep in her reading material.
He taps her shoulder "hello"
She flinches, looking around a moment before realizing it's just him. "Hi, Isaac! How's it been?"
"It has been alright. what are you reading"
She turns the book to show Isaac its cover, which reads "A Beginner's Guide to Magic and Wizardy" in faded text. "Wanted to practice magic, so I figured I'd learn a bit about it."
He nods "I practice magic but in a different way"
"Interesting. How so?"
"I use tools to cast or make spells instead of casting them innately or from a book"
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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
The Herald's eyes look up from the annoyance that is a human being, watching them walk over to the bar. He exhales smoke from the eyehole and stands up.
"Hey?!" The man says, looking confused. Herald tilts his head and shrugs "Sorry, more interesting things walked in." he says and walks over to Victor, sliding up beside him "Mind if I pay?"
She whips around, grinning "WATCH THIS!!!". She throws the ball to the ground and giggles madly. It begins to sink into the dirt slowly, heavier than the weight of anything.
He shrugs, the bones in his neck visibly realigning themselves as he turns his head to them "I won't tell you not to, a free drink is a free drink, and you don't seem stupid enough to try and poison me."
His eyes widen in surprise for a moment, before making a wide genuine grin "YER DOIN' GREAT, HONEY!" He says, amazed by the things she is capable of doing.
"Don't test me. It would be a good laugh for me." he chuckles and orders a round of shots for both of them.
She cackles madly, hugging him before going back to work.
"Try it if you want, if you hadn't noticed, killing me is pretty difficult." He takes the round of shots, downing his half in quick order.
He hugs her back, walking over for a closer look, not understanding much, but here for her.
"Unfortunately. However, torture might be an option. But the keyword there is 'might'." He drinks the shots by pouring them into the eyeholes.
"I am gonna try and create a tiny planet." She explains "But it needs the right density to have its own gravity"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Dracula walks over, picking up a book on the ground "What are you doing? If you don't mind my asking?"
He nods respectfully "Of course sir, you are quite competent yourself." He walks over to the refrigerator "What are you making exactly, sir?"
"Homework." he grumbles.
"Red velvet bundt cake." he says, his British accent breaking through
"Do you want any help? I'm pretty decent in any subject."
He raises an eyebrow, grabbing everything he needs to have out "British? Hmm, you seem like a soldier, British Secret Service myself. Supernatural division."
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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.'
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
She whips around "WATCH!!" she throws it to the ground with a solid thump. It suddenly begins to sink, extremely heavy and causing the ground to get smooshed under it.
*Also, hi, how've you been?*
"That's one dense sphere." he says, poking it with a stick
*Tired. Cold. eeeeee.*
"If you let me throw it at you, can I pay you?" She asks.
*Me too. Also, question.*
Leo cracks a crazy smile. "How much?"
*Shore wassup.*
"Five hundred gold coins or my enchanted artificer's tools" she offers.
*Could I perchance abduct you to help me test out a tavern in PM's?*
"The tools and that's a deal!"
*I would do it but I unfortunately know nothing of the Jurrasic park stuff.*
She grins and picks up the ball before it can break a layer of bedrock.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Well, it was an alias of sorts, so that was partly the point." She lets out a sort of half-laugh. "Helped with the whole exacting revenge thing."
She chuckles "I bet it did, hard to hurt someone without their real name huh? Made it easier for you ta get close an' all that." She picks one of the flowers, a black rose, and puts it in her own hair "Do ya want one?"
"Sure!" She replies, grinning.
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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)
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
She whips around "WATCH!!" she throws it to the ground with a solid thump. It suddenly begins to sink, extremely heavy and causing the ground to get smooshed under it.
*Also, hi, how've you been?*
"That's one dense sphere." he says, poking it with a stick
*Tired. Cold. eeeeee.*
"If you let me throw it at you, can I pay you?" She asks.
*Me too. Also, question.*
Leo cracks a crazy smile. "How much?"
*Shore wassup.*
"Five hundred gold coins or my enchanted artificer's tools" she offers.
*Could I perchance abduct you to help me test out a tavern in PM's?*
"The tools and that's a deal!"
*I would do it but I unfortunately know nothing of the Jurrasic park stuff.*
She grins and picks up the ball before it can break a layer of bedrock.
*Ah. Its basically just dinosaurs loose on an island. Eating people. Stuff like that*
"HIT ME!" he shouts, arms open
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
She whips around "WATCH!!" she throws it to the ground with a solid thump. It suddenly begins to sink, extremely heavy and causing the ground to get smooshed under it.
*Also, hi, how've you been?*
"That's one dense sphere." he says, poking it with a stick
*Tired. Cold. eeeeee.*
"If you let me throw it at you, can I pay you?" She asks.
*Me too. Also, question.*
Leo cracks a crazy smile. "How much?"
*Shore wassup.*
"Five hundred gold coins or my enchanted artificer's tools" she offers.
*Could I perchance abduct you to help me test out a tavern in PM's?*
"The tools and that's a deal!"
*I would do it but I unfortunately know nothing of the Jurrasic park stuff.*
She grins and picks up the ball before it can break a layer of bedrock.
*Ah. Its basically just dinosaurs loose on an island. Eating people. Stuff like that*
"HIT ME!" he shouts, arms open
*Huh. Interesting. I shall try but I know nothing :]*
She throws it but, because its so dense, it falls not even a few centimeters from her. She makes a soft, sad 'awwwww' noise.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
She whips around "WATCH!!" she throws it to the ground with a solid thump. It suddenly begins to sink, extremely heavy and causing the ground to get smooshed under it.
*Also, hi, how've you been?*
"That's one dense sphere." he says, poking it with a stick
*Tired. Cold. eeeeee.*
"If you let me throw it at you, can I pay you?" She asks.
*Me too. Also, question.*
Leo cracks a crazy smile. "How much?"
*Shore wassup.*
"Five hundred gold coins or my enchanted artificer's tools" she offers.
*Could I perchance abduct you to help me test out a tavern in PM's?*
"The tools and that's a deal!"
*I would do it but I unfortunately know nothing of the Jurrasic park stuff.*
She grins and picks up the ball before it can break a layer of bedrock.
*Ah. Its basically just dinosaurs loose on an island. Eating people. Stuff like that*
"HIT ME!" he shouts, arms open
*Huh. Interesting. I shall try but I know nothing :]*
She throws it but, because its so dense, it falls not even a few centimeters from her. She makes a soft, sad 'awwwww' noise.
*Okie dokie. Thank you buddy :]*
Leo frowns, getting closer. "Try again!"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Broly is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Thirteen is nearby, reading and listening.
Loriche hears the cackling and heads over with interest, excited by the prospect of forging.
The Herald, turning his head lightly in Thirteen's direction. The tendrils of fabric writhe about.
Stroth grins "HIIIIIIII"
“Yes?” He asks politely.
“Oh hey!” She waves at Stroth cheerfully. “Whatcha making?”
"Rude to listen in y'know." He says, chuckling.
"Really dense ball. Gonna see if I can make a tiny planet."
“Sorry.” He refocuses on his scrolls.
“…I don’t think that’s how that works.”
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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.
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
She whips around "WATCH!!" she throws it to the ground with a solid thump. It suddenly begins to sink, extremely heavy and causing the ground to get smooshed under it.
*Also, hi, how've you been?*
"That's one dense sphere." he says, poking it with a stick
*Tired. Cold. eeeeee.*
"If you let me throw it at you, can I pay you?" She asks.
*Me too. Also, question.*
Leo cracks a crazy smile. "How much?"
*Shore wassup.*
"Five hundred gold coins or my enchanted artificer's tools" she offers.
*Could I perchance abduct you to help me test out a tavern in PM's?*
"The tools and that's a deal!"
*I would do it but I unfortunately know nothing of the Jurrasic park stuff.*
She grins and picks up the ball before it can break a layer of bedrock.
*Ah. Its basically just dinosaurs loose on an island. Eating people. Stuff like that*
"HIT ME!" he shouts, arms open
*Huh. Interesting. I shall try but I know nothing :]*
She throws it but, because its so dense, it falls not even a few centimeters from her. She makes a soft, sad 'awwwww' noise.
*Okie dokie. Thank you buddy :]*
Leo frowns, getting closer. "Try again!"
"Thats the issue, its reallt dense. It might not even be able to be thrown.." She huffs,
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Unfortunately. However, torture might be an option. But the keyword there is 'might'." He drinks the shots by pouring them into the eyeholes.
"I am gonna try and create a tiny planet." She explains "But it needs the right density to have its own gravity"
He looks to them, confused for a moment before continuing to drink, he's seen weirder "What were you doing with that kid over there."
His eyes widen again, before he laughs "Yer gonna make a [gp]in' planet? I can't do anythin' to deserve ya." He rubs his chin, thinking of something he could do to 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.'
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Brody is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Leo walks by, holding a bronze sphere. When he sees her pure silver ball he walks over. "What's that?"
She whips around "WATCH!!" she throws it to the ground with a solid thump. It suddenly begins to sink, extremely heavy and causing the ground to get smooshed under it.
*Also, hi, how've you been?*
"That's one dense sphere." he says, poking it with a stick
*Tired. Cold. eeeeee.*
"If you let me throw it at you, can I pay you?" She asks.
*Me too. Also, question.*
Leo cracks a crazy smile. "How much?"
*Shore wassup.*
"Five hundred gold coins or my enchanted artificer's tools" she offers.
*Could I perchance abduct you to help me test out a tavern in PM's?*
"The tools and that's a deal!"
*I would do it but I unfortunately know nothing of the Jurrasic park stuff.*
She grins and picks up the ball before it can break a layer of bedrock.
*Ah. Its basically just dinosaurs loose on an island. Eating people. Stuff like that*
"HIT ME!" he shouts, arms open
*Huh. Interesting. I shall try but I know nothing :]*
She throws it but, because its so dense, it falls not even a few centimeters from her. She makes a soft, sad 'awwwww' noise.
*Okie dokie. Thank you buddy :]*
Leo frowns, getting closer. "Try again!"
"Thats the issue, its reallt dense. It might not even be able to be thrown.." She huffs,
"hmmm. what if you drop it on me!"
*its up :]*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Herald is in the tavern, talking to the young man who is employing his services. He lights a roll, placing it in the eyehole of his mask and smoking it while he listens to the man complain about prices. He taps his fingers against the wood of the table, getting annoyed.
Stroth is being goofy, making some sort of metal object in her forge that resembles a ball of pure silver. She giggles madly, cackling like a mad scientist who is bringing a creature to life.
Broly is sitting by the fireplace, staring at the flames. He hates the cold weather, enable to feel his fingers at the moment so the fire was his first go to regain feeling in them.
Thirteen is nearby, reading and listening.
Loriche hears the cackling and heads over with interest, excited by the prospect of forging.
The Herald, turning his head lightly in Thirteen's direction. The tendrils of fabric writhe about.
Stroth grins "HIIIIIIII"
“Yes?” He asks politely.
“Oh hey!” She waves at Stroth cheerfully. “Whatcha making?”
"Rude to listen in y'know." He says, chuckling.
"Really dense ball. Gonna see if I can make a tiny planet."
“Sorry.” He refocuses on his scrolls.
“…I don’t think that’s how that works.”
He snorts, laughing a bit. He stands up, much to the protests of the man who was talking to him and walks over. He slides up to Thirteen's side.
"What if it gets its own gravity?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Well, it was an alias of sorts, so that was partly the point." She lets out a sort of half-laugh. "Helped with the whole exacting revenge thing."
She chuckles "I bet it did, hard to hurt someone without their real name huh? Made it easier for you ta get close an' all that." She picks one of the flowers, a black rose, and puts it in her own hair "Do ya want one?"
"Sure!" She replies, grinning.
She picks another one, a stark white lilly, putting it in her hair gingerly.
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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.'
She chuckles "I bet it did, hard to hurt someone without their real name huh? Made it easier for you ta get close an' all that." She picks one of the flowers, a black rose, and puts it in her own hair "Do ya want one?"
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.)
*Could I perchance abduct you to help me test out a tavern in PM's?*
"The tools and that's a deal!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I use tools to cast or make spells instead of casting them innately or from a book"
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
"Unfortunately. However, torture might be an option. But the keyword there is 'might'." He drinks the shots by pouring them into the eyeholes.
"I am gonna try and create a tiny planet." She explains "But it needs the right density to have its own gravity"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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 would do it but I unfortunately know nothing of the Jurrasic park stuff.*
She grins and picks up the ball before it can break a layer of bedrock.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Sure!" She replies, grinning.
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)
*Ah. Its basically just dinosaurs loose on an island. Eating people. Stuff like that*
"HIT ME!" he shouts, arms open
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Huh. Interesting. I shall try but I know nothing :]*
She throws it but, because its so dense, it falls not even a few centimeters from her. She makes a soft, sad 'awwwww' noise.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Yvonne, Jester. Would you guys be interested. Its fine if not*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sure, sounds like it'd be fun!*
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)
*Okie dokie. Thank you buddy :]*
Leo frowns, getting closer. "Try again!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Sorry.” He refocuses on his scrolls.
“…I don’t think that’s how that works.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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)
"Thats the issue, its reallt dense. It might not even be able to be thrown.." She huffs,
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He looks to them, confused for a moment before continuing to drink, he's seen weirder "What were you doing with that kid over there."
His eyes widen again, before he laughs "Yer gonna make a [gp]in' planet? I can't do anythin' to deserve ya." He rubs his chin, thinking of something he could do to 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.)
"hmmm. what if you drop it on me!"
*its up :]*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He snorts, laughing a bit. He stands up, much to the protests of the man who was talking to him and walks over. He slides up to Thirteen's side.
"What if it gets its own gravity?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I mean, I totally would be down to, I like dinos and you make cool threads.*
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 picks another one, a stark white lilly, putting it in her hair gingerly.
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.)