"Forgive our informality, but it's now or never. You've got something tugging at your soul, and even the Gourmet Council is daunted by it. Please, make a decision. An uncertain afterlife in the hands of whatever created the Blight, or offer assistance to travelers who have the capability to enter your lands."
"I do not care if my soul is ripped from my body or not." She says, her tone serious "You will get me Oswald Grouper and he will decide."
"We will send a spirit to summon him."
There is a distant gunshot.
"It appears we do not need to."
A hellfire engine laced with angelic steel and adamant rolls up. "The (GP) is this (GP)? I've been trying to keep it from getting to the rest of the forest, but it keeps climbing up my walls. You, little man. Put her soul back in her body already, damnit."
"She must agree to uphold her part of the deal."
Oswald growls. "...what?"
"She must-"
"You don't get to play with lives like that! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
"The Council-"
"Of Archfey? No. You're the Gourmet Council, and you know for a fact that her soul is Groupered. No one is allowed to collect or trade it."
"What?"
"She has a sliver of my soul in her."
"She what?"
"Give her soul back, or I'll burn down every damn tavern on this continent."
"We... understand. We weren't aware of this fact."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Georgie is sketching something on the back of a menu mat, eating dinner in the tavern
Tycho is on a rooftop, looking at the stars
-to be made at some point-
Isaac has set up a telescope in the clearing below
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Georgie is sketching something on the back of a menu mat, eating dinner in the tavern
Tycho is on a rooftop, looking at the stars
-to be made at some point-
*any progress made with the blight?* Fira runs up to him, concerned. "Thank the gods you're okay. You're too young to have to deal with all this" *he reminds her of her brother*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Georgie is sketching something on the back of a menu mat, eating dinner in the tavern
Tycho is on a rooftop, looking at the stars
-to be made at some point-
*any progress made with the blight?* Fira runs up to him, concerned. "Thank the gods you're okay. You're too young to have to deal with all this" *he reminds her of her brother*
*I think they free'd yuri, which might set things back, but i think the main infection still exists*
He smiles, "I'm glad to see you're alright too Miss" he says, offering a chair to her
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
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*goodnight! :3*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"We will send a spirit to summon him."
There is a distant gunshot.
"It appears we do not need to."
A hellfire engine laced with angelic steel and adamant rolls up. "The (GP) is this (GP)? I've been trying to keep it from getting to the rest of the forest, but it keeps climbing up my walls. You, little man. Put her soul back in her body already, damnit."
"She must agree to uphold her part of the deal."
Oswald growls. "...what?"
"She must-"
"You don't get to play with lives like that! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
"The Council-"
"Of Archfey? No. You're the Gourmet Council, and you know for a fact that her soul is Groupered. No one is allowed to collect or trade it."
"What?"
"She has a sliver of my soul in her."
"She what?"
"Give her soul back, or I'll burn down every damn tavern on this continent."
"We... understand. We weren't aware of this fact."
"Bull(GP). NOW."
"Yes sir."
Yuri has her soul back for free.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*gtg, goodnight!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*so long!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*aaaand now it’s just me…*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Huggles are nice*
*Night wendi, sleep well!*
*hey alaric*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*howdy howdy*
*back from hoco*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*hello*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Did ya have fun?*
*yes. Rp?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*sure, i'll post my characters in a second*
Georgie is sketching something on the back of a menu mat, eating dinner in the tavern
Tycho is on a rooftop, looking at the stars
-to be made at some point-
Isaac has set up a telescope in the clearing below
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*any progress made with the blight?*
Fira runs up to him, concerned. "Thank the gods you're okay. You're too young to have to deal with all this" *he reminds her of her brother*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I think they free'd yuri, which might set things back, but i think the main infection still exists*
He smiles, "I'm glad to see you're alright too Miss" he says, offering a chair to her
he looks down at him curiously
(morning)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover