The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of town is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. He rides into town, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
*For some reason, I read over this and my first thought was Valorant.*
Kinko, who is opening her restaurant for the morning, watches quietly. She places her paws under her robes, large red eyes blinking.
The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of town is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. He rides into town, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
*For some reason, I read over this and my first thought was Valorant.*
Kinko, who is opening her restaurant for the morning, watches quietly. She places her paws under her robes, large red eyes blinking.
*Hmm, I should make a Valorant character.*
After a while the horse passes the restaurant. She can see that it is a strong stead, ridden by a man who appears to be strong as well. He hops off the horse, his feet bare against the pavement, his eyes not visible. He is quite tall, surprisingly so. He lets the horse wander, whispering to it before letting it go, walking inside with his hands in his pockets.
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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.'
*Anyone else's DDB just shut down for a small amount of time?*
*Yeah. It’s Maintenance Day.*
*fuuuuun.*
*You know, I wonder what the technicians who keep these forums up think about our little taverns and threads. It would be hilarious if there’s a bunch of WOTC employees who view Adohand’s Kitchen as their own little soap opera of online nerds. Maybe they even have posters of the pfps of their favorite taverngoers and debate about our characters or something.*
*Like gods watching over people.*
*yeah. kind of grim if you think too hard about it, since they can just erase threads with no trace left behind whenever they want*
*nihilismcore*
*Wanna rp to escape the issues of reality?*
*you know it*
*I got Kinko, Ichigo, Yuri, Morgana, Scott, Alix, Allison, and The Fey King.*
The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of town is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. He rides into town, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
*For some reason, I read over this and my first thought was Valorant.*
Kinko, who is opening her restaurant for the morning, watches quietly. She places her paws under her robes, large red eyes blinking.
*Hmm, I should make a Valorant character.*
After a while the horse passes the restaurant. She can see that it is a strong stead, ridden by a man who appears to be strong as well. He hops off the horse, his feet bare against the pavement, his eyes not visible. He is quite tall, surprisingly so. He lets the horse wander, whispering to it before letting it go, walking inside with his hands in his pockets.
She narrows her eyes, disappearing into the wind and reappearing in the tavern.
*I should probably stop freestyling intros and at least plan them ahead a little bit. I can't keep just forgetting to add how his horse looks, or that he doesn't wear shoes and that his feet are covered in sand, underneath the sand his skin being a light Ebony color.*
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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 world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of town is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. He rides into town, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
*For some reason, I read over this and my first thought was Valorant.*
Kinko, who is opening her restaurant for the morning, watches quietly. She places her paws under her robes, large red eyes blinking.
*Hmm, I should make a Valorant character.*
After a while the horse passes the restaurant. She can see that it is a strong stead, ridden by a man who appears to be strong as well. He hops off the horse, his feet bare against the pavement, his eyes not visible. He is quite tall, surprisingly so. He lets the horse wander, whispering to it before letting it go, walking inside with his hands in his pockets.
She narrows her eyes, disappearing into the wind and reappearing in the tavern.
He sniffs the wind audibly, revealing a clogged nose as he coughs into his elbow. He shakes off the cough and heads into the restaurant, grabbing his coin pouch alone the way, looking almost entirely empty.
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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.'
*Sleep is for the weak and fear is caused by the gay*
*In other words, yes*
*It's good to see ya dude, things have gotten a lot colder around here, so I might not survive the winter. I can't handle anything below 50 without four covers, I'm doomed.*
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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.'
*I should probably stop freestyling intros and at least plan them ahead a little bit. I can't keep just forgetting to add how his horse looks, or that he doesn't wear shoes and that his feet are covered in sand, underneath the sand his skin being a light Ebony color.*
The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of town is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. He rides into town, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.
*For some reason, I read over this and my first thought was Valorant.*
Kinko, who is opening her restaurant for the morning, watches quietly. She places her paws under her robes, large red eyes blinking.
*Hmm, I should make a Valorant character.*
After a while the horse passes the restaurant. She can see that it is a strong stead, ridden by a man who appears to be strong as well. He hops off the horse, his feet bare against the pavement, his eyes not visible. He is quite tall, surprisingly so. He lets the horse wander, whispering to it before letting it go, walking inside with his hands in his pockets.
She narrows her eyes, disappearing into the wind and reappearing in the tavern.
He sniffs the wind audibly, revealing a clogged nose as he coughs into his elbow. He shakes off the cough and heads into the restaurant, grabbing his coin pouch alone the way, looking almost entirely empty.
He smells the faint scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and coffee as she appears behind him, an eyebrow raised.
*Sleep is for the weak and fear is caused by the gay*
*In other words, yes*
*It's good to see ya dude, things have gotten a lot colder around here, so I might not survive the winter. I can't handle anything below 50 without four covers, I'm doomed.*
*Anyone else's DDB just shut down for a small amount of time?*
*Yeah. It’s Maintenance Day.*
*fuuuuun.*
*You know, I wonder what the technicians who keep these forums up think about our little taverns and threads. It would be hilarious if there’s a bunch of WOTC employees who view Adohand’s Kitchen as their own little soap opera of online nerds. Maybe they even have posters of the pfps of their favorite taverngoers and debate about our characters or something.*
*Like gods watching over people.*
*yeah. kind of grim if you think too hard about it, since they can just erase threads with no trace left behind whenever they want*
*nihilismcore*
*Wanna rp to escape the issues of reality?*
*you know it*
*I got Kinko, Ichigo, Yuri, Morgana, Scott, Alix, Allison, and The Fey King.*
*Fey King and Morgana?*
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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.
*Anyone else's DDB just shut down for a small amount of time?*
*Yeah. It’s Maintenance Day.*
*fuuuuun.*
*You know, I wonder what the technicians who keep these forums up think about our little taverns and threads. It would be hilarious if there’s a bunch of WOTC employees who view Adohand’s Kitchen as their own little soap opera of online nerds. Maybe they even have posters of the pfps of their favorite taverngoers and debate about our characters or something.*
*Like gods watching over people.*
*yeah. kind of grim if you think too hard about it, since they can just erase threads with no trace left behind whenever they want*
*nihilismcore*
*Wanna rp to escape the issues of reality?*
*you know it*
*I got Kinko, Ichigo, Yuri, Morgana, Scott, Alix, Allison, and The Fey King.*
*Fey King and Morgana?*
Morgana is sharpening her spear, sitting on the roof of the tavern.
The Fey King is devouring a bit of the forest, hungry.
*Anyone else's DDB just shut down for a small amount of time?*
*Yeah. It’s Maintenance Day.*
*fuuuuun.*
*You know, I wonder what the technicians who keep these forums up think about our little taverns and threads. It would be hilarious if there’s a bunch of WOTC employees who view Adohand’s Kitchen as their own little soap opera of online nerds. Maybe they even have posters of the pfps of their favorite taverngoers and debate about our characters or something.*
*Like gods watching over people.*
*yeah. kind of grim if you think too hard about it, since they can just erase threads with no trace left behind whenever they want*
*nihilismcore*
*Wanna rp to escape the issues of reality?*
*you know it*
*I got Kinko, Ichigo, Yuri, Morgana, Scott, Alix, Allison, and The Fey King.*
*Fey King and Morgana?*
Morgana is sharpening her spear, sitting on the roof of the tavern.
The Fey King is devouring a bit of the forest, hungry.
Mauric is taking down all of his potted plants from the roof.
Suhou watches this with fear from a small distance away.
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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.
*Anyone else's DDB just shut down for a small amount of time?*
*Yeah. It’s Maintenance Day.*
*fuuuuun.*
*You know, I wonder what the technicians who keep these forums up think about our little taverns and threads. It would be hilarious if there’s a bunch of WOTC employees who view Adohand’s Kitchen as their own little soap opera of online nerds. Maybe they even have posters of the pfps of their favorite taverngoers and debate about our characters or something.*
*Like gods watching over people.*
*yeah. kind of grim if you think too hard about it, since they can just erase threads with no trace left behind whenever they want*
*nihilismcore*
*Wanna rp to escape the issues of reality?*
*you know it*
*I got Kinko, Ichigo, Yuri, Morgana, Scott, Alix, Allison, and The Fey King.*
*Fey King and Morgana?*
Morgana is sharpening her spear, sitting on the roof of the tavern.
The Fey King is devouring a bit of the forest, hungry.
Mauric is taking down all of his potted plants from the roof.
Suhou watches this with fear from a small distance away.
Morgana raises a brow "And what are you doing dear?"
He wipes his grinning mouth, his crescent head rising.
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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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*For some reason, I read over this and my first thought was Valorant.*
Kinko, who is opening her restaurant for the morning, watches quietly. She places her paws under her robes, large red eyes blinking.
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
*MY DBD RETURNS*
*Hmm, I should make a Valorant character.*
After a while the horse passes the restaurant. She can see that it is a strong stead, ridden by a man who appears to be strong as well. He hops off the horse, his feet bare against the pavement, his eyes not visible. He is quite tall, surprisingly so. He lets the horse wander, whispering to it before letting it go, walking inside with his hands in his pockets.
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.)
*Hello Alaric, we missed you.*
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 got Kinko, Ichigo, Yuri, Morgana, Scott, Alix, Allison, and The Fey King.*
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
*Hello silly child, how goes it?*
She narrows her eyes, disappearing into the wind and reappearing in the tavern.
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
*I should probably stop freestyling intros and at least plan them ahead a little bit. I can't keep just forgetting to add how his horse looks, or that he doesn't wear shoes and that his feet are covered in sand, underneath the sand his skin being a light Ebony color.*
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.)
*It goes and it just won't stop, who about you?*
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.)
*Sleep is for the weak and fear is caused by the gay*
*In other words, yes*
He sniffs the wind audibly, revealing a clogged nose as he coughs into his elbow. He shakes off the cough and heads into the restaurant, grabbing his coin pouch alone the way, looking almost entirely empty.
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.)
*It's good to see ya dude, things have gotten a lot colder around here, so I might not survive the winter. I can't handle anything below 50 without four covers, I'm doomed.*
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.)
*personally, i likedit.*
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
*Stuffs for peeps*
Jason is in an alley, shoving a body into a dumpster. His mask is hanging off his belt, mouth soaked in blood
Georgie is eating a sandwhich in the forest
Tycho is sat on the roof of the tavern, outside the window of one of the rooms
Kal is cleaning his sword with a cloth, the blade dull and silver
He smells the faint scent of vanilla, cinnamon, and coffee as she appears behind him, an eyebrow raised.
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
*I believe in you, steal someones warmth*
*Fey King and Morgana?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Morgana is sharpening her spear, sitting on the roof of the tavern.
The Fey King is devouring a bit of the forest, hungry.
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
Mauric is taking down all of his potted plants from the roof.
Suhou watches this with fear from a small distance away.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Morgana raises a brow "And what are you doing dear?"
He wipes his grinning mouth, his crescent head rising.
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