*I do! I made a barbarian witch doctor with a barbecue theme instead of an actual cowboy like I intended. But I think I like this better.*
*Thats an amazing, and very you sort of idea. Always something food related, I like it. Who do you want to deal with? If I may ask?*
*Sparrow and Rag, if it pleases you.*
*Sparrow and Rag, fantastic choices indeed.*
Sparrow is in the forest just outside of his camp, preparing for something, loading up Rosemary with Stroth’s special bullets, not looking paranoid, more like he knows he’s being watched rather than just thinking it. The air is indeed full of that bizarre feeling.
Rag has taken advantage of the time he’s had, finally able to live a peaceful, although a bit boring, life. He has finished his meditation for the way and is outside the tavern enjoying a simple meal he had made himself, a stew made from ingredients only people like Rag or Felix could gather.
*Okay I’m back, Baalze I am so sorry for leaving you suddenly yesterday I got super sick. So sick I can’t go to school today. So sorry, mornin’ yall.*
*I’m so sorry that you’re sick, man. I really hope you get better soon.*
*I’m fine, it’s probably just a simple cold because I can’t deal with any temperature under 70, but my dad says I’m just being too stoic. Idk, I’ll probably be okay, thanks man.*
Jeb is outside, grumbling about it being a cold morning while taking pictures of the sunrise. He is dressed in a crewneck white sweater with some sort of graphic on it depicting a monstrous bug, a pair of pajama bottoms because he didn't feel like changing out of them, and socks that resemble cat paws.
Home is listening to the walkman Tyrone brought back, jamming out to the Ramones. He is cleaning up the bathroom, humming to himself as he bounces on his heels.
Father Luciano is sweeping the floors to the temple, trying to clean up just a bit before the day breaks.
*Okay I’m back, Baalze I am so sorry for leaving you suddenly yesterday I got super sick. So sick I can’t go to school today. So sorry, mornin’ yall.*
*I’m so sorry that you’re sick, man. I really hope you get better soon.*
*I’m fine, it’s probably just a simple cold because I can’t deal with any temperature under 70, but my dad says I’m just being too stoic. Idk, I’ll probably be okay, thanks man.*
*There’s no such thing as too stoic*
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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.
*Okay I’m back, Baalze I am so sorry for leaving you suddenly yesterday I got super sick. So sick I can’t go to school today. So sorry, mornin’ yall.*
*I’m so sorry that you’re sick, man. I really hope you get better soon.*
*I’m fine, it’s probably just a simple cold because I can’t deal with any temperature under 70, but my dad says I’m just being too stoic. Idk, I’ll probably be okay, thanks man.*
*There’s no such thing as too stoic*
*Sounds like you would make a good leader on an expedition to an alien planet, just to result in finding something that might end the human race.*
Jeb is outside, grumbling about it being a cold morning while taking pictures of the sunrise. He is dressed in a crewneck white sweater with some sort of graphic on it depicting a monstrous bug, a pair of pajama bottoms because he didn't feel like changing out of them, and socks that resemble cat paws.
Home is listening to the walkman Tyrone brought back, jamming out to the Ramones. He is cleaning up the bathroom, humming to himself as he bounces on his heels.
Suhou is creeping through the fields where Jeb is, absorbing the morning frost from the grass.
Loriche is out foraging and comes across the house. “Huh… that’s new.” She murmurs.
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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.
*Okay I’m back, Baalze I am so sorry for leaving you suddenly yesterday I got super sick. So sick I can’t go to school today. So sorry, mornin’ yall.*
*I’m so sorry that you’re sick, man. I really hope you get better soon.*
*I’m fine, it’s probably just a simple cold because I can’t deal with any temperature under 70, but my dad says I’m just being too stoic. Idk, I’ll probably be okay, thanks man.*
*There’s no such thing as too stoic*
*Sounds like you would make a good leader on an expedition to an alien planet, just to result in finding something that might end the human race.*
*Can’t, I’m too scared of heights*
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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.
Jeb is outside, grumbling about it being a cold morning while taking pictures of the sunrise. He is dressed in a crewneck white sweater with some sort of graphic on it depicting a monstrous bug, a pair of pajama bottoms because he didn't feel like changing out of them, and socks that resemble cat paws.
Home is listening to the walkman Tyrone brought back, jamming out to the Ramones. He is cleaning up the bathroom, humming to himself as he bounces on his heels.
Suhou is creeping through the fields where Jeb is, absorbing the morning frost from the grass.
Loriche is out foraging and comes across the house. “Huh… that’s new.” She murmurs.
Jeb hears rustling and screeches, a bit overdramatic but he does it nonetheless.
Jeb is outside, grumbling about it being a cold morning while taking pictures of the sunrise. He is dressed in a crewneck white sweater with some sort of graphic on it depicting a monstrous bug, a pair of pajama bottoms because he didn't feel like changing out of them, and socks that resemble cat paws.
Home is listening to the walkman Tyrone brought back, jamming out to the Ramones. He is cleaning up the bathroom, humming to himself as he bounces on his heels.
Suhou is creeping through the fields where Jeb is, absorbing the morning frost from the grass.
Loriche is out foraging and comes across the house. “Huh… that’s new.” She murmurs.
Jeb hears rustling and screeches, a bit overdramatic but he does it nonetheless.
She can hear movement coming from inside.
The little god flattens themself and prepares to bolt if necessary, their halo of mist visible from the brush.
She moves forward and cautiously pushes open the door with the handle of her war pick.
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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.
Jeb is outside, grumbling about it being a cold morning while taking pictures of the sunrise. He is dressed in a crewneck white sweater with some sort of graphic on it depicting a monstrous bug, a pair of pajama bottoms because he didn't feel like changing out of them, and socks that resemble cat paws.
Home is listening to the walkman Tyrone brought back, jamming out to the Ramones. He is cleaning up the bathroom, humming to himself as he bounces on his heels.
Suhou is creeping through the fields where Jeb is, absorbing the morning frost from the grass.
Loriche is out foraging and comes across the house. “Huh… that’s new.” She murmurs.
Jeb hears rustling and screeches, a bit overdramatic but he does it nonetheless.
She can hear movement coming from inside.
The little god flattens themself and prepares to bolt if necessary, their halo of mist visible from the brush.
She moves forward and cautiously pushes open the door with the handle of her war pick.
Jeb looks around, fixing his glasses. "O-Okay whoever is out there.. Just.. shoo!" he hisses.
*Okay I’m back, Baalze I am so sorry for leaving you suddenly yesterday I got super sick. So sick I can’t go to school today. So sorry, mornin’ yall.*
*I’m so sorry that you’re sick, man. I really hope you get better soon.*
*I’m fine, it’s probably just a simple cold because I can’t deal with any temperature under 70, but my dad says I’m just being too stoic. Idk, I’ll probably be okay, thanks man.*
*There’s no such thing as too stoic*
*Sounds like you would make a good leader on an expedition to an alien planet, just to result in finding something that might end the human race.*
Jeb is outside, grumbling about it being a cold morning while taking pictures of the sunrise. He is dressed in a crewneck white sweater with some sort of graphic on it depicting a monstrous bug, a pair of pajama bottoms because he didn't feel like changing out of them, and socks that resemble cat paws.
Home is listening to the walkman Tyrone brought back, jamming out to the Ramones. He is cleaning up the bathroom, humming to himself as he bounces on his heels.
Suhou is creeping through the fields where Jeb is, absorbing the morning frost from the grass.
Loriche is out foraging and comes across the house. “Huh… that’s new.” She murmurs.
Jeb hears rustling and screeches, a bit overdramatic but he does it nonetheless.
She can hear movement coming from inside.
The little god flattens themself and prepares to bolt if necessary, their halo of mist visible from the brush.
She moves forward and cautiously pushes open the door with the handle of her war pick.
Jeb looks around, fixing his glasses. "O-Okay whoever is out there.. Just.. shoo!" he hisses.
She hears humming coming from somewhere inside.
Suhou raises their head just out of the grass to try and see the source of the voice. If Jeb sees them, he can tell that they’re not a threat at all.
Loriche follows the sound, her weapon still out. “Who’s there?” She calls to the house at large.
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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.
*Okay I’m back, Baalze I am so sorry for leaving you suddenly yesterday I got super sick. So sick I can’t go to school today. So sorry, mornin’ yall.*
*I’m so sorry that you’re sick, man. I really hope you get better soon.*
*I’m fine, it’s probably just a simple cold because I can’t deal with any temperature under 70, but my dad says I’m just being too stoic. Idk, I’ll probably be okay, thanks man.*
*There’s no such thing as too stoic*
*Sounds like you would make a good leader on an expedition to an alien planet, just to result in finding something that might end the human race.*
*Can’t, I’m too scared of heights*
*How about expeditions to the Antarctic?*
*Only if we find a giant of light and use it to make gundams*
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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.
Jeb is outside, grumbling about it being a cold morning while taking pictures of the sunrise. He is dressed in a crewneck white sweater with some sort of graphic on it depicting a monstrous bug, a pair of pajama bottoms because he didn't feel like changing out of them, and socks that resemble cat paws.
Home is listening to the walkman Tyrone brought back, jamming out to the Ramones. He is cleaning up the bathroom, humming to himself as he bounces on his heels.
Suhou is creeping through the fields where Jeb is, absorbing the morning frost from the grass.
Loriche is out foraging and comes across the house. “Huh… that’s new.” She murmurs.
Jeb hears rustling and screeches, a bit overdramatic but he does it nonetheless.
She can hear movement coming from inside.
The little god flattens themself and prepares to bolt if necessary, their halo of mist visible from the brush.
She moves forward and cautiously pushes open the door with the handle of her war pick.
Jeb looks around, fixing his glasses. "O-Okay whoever is out there.. Just.. shoo!" he hisses.
She hears humming coming from somewhere inside.
Suhou raises their head just out of the grass to try and see the source of the voice. If Jeb sees them, he can tell that they’re not a threat at all.
Loriche follows the sound, her weapon still out. “Who’s there?” She calls to the house at large.
Jeb yelps and jumps back. "Christ, don't sneak up on me like that!" He says.
The humming stops and Home peaks out "Oh hey, whats good?"
*Okay I’m back, Baalze I am so sorry for leaving you suddenly yesterday I got super sick. So sick I can’t go to school today. So sorry, mornin’ yall.*
*I’m so sorry that you’re sick, man. I really hope you get better soon.*
*I’m fine, it’s probably just a simple cold because I can’t deal with any temperature under 70, but my dad says I’m just being too stoic. Idk, I’ll probably be okay, thanks man.*
*There’s no such thing as too stoic*
*Sounds like you would make a good leader on an expedition to an alien planet, just to result in finding something that might end the human race.*
*Can’t, I’m too scared of heights*
*How about expeditions to the Antarctic?*
*Only if we find a giant of light and use it to make gundams*
*Hmm, you’re really twisting my arm here, but fine. A giant made of light can be arranged.*
Jeb is outside, grumbling about it being a cold morning while taking pictures of the sunrise. He is dressed in a crewneck white sweater with some sort of graphic on it depicting a monstrous bug, a pair of pajama bottoms because he didn't feel like changing out of them, and socks that resemble cat paws.
Home is listening to the walkman Tyrone brought back, jamming out to the Ramones. He is cleaning up the bathroom, humming to himself as he bounces on his heels.
Suhou is creeping through the fields where Jeb is, absorbing the morning frost from the grass.
Loriche is out foraging and comes across the house. “Huh… that’s new.” She murmurs.
Jeb hears rustling and screeches, a bit overdramatic but he does it nonetheless.
She can hear movement coming from inside.
The little god flattens themself and prepares to bolt if necessary, their halo of mist visible from the brush.
She moves forward and cautiously pushes open the door with the handle of her war pick.
Jeb looks around, fixing his glasses. "O-Okay whoever is out there.. Just.. shoo!" he hisses.
She hears humming coming from somewhere inside.
Suhou raises their head just out of the grass to try and see the source of the voice. If Jeb sees them, he can tell that they’re not a threat at all.
Loriche follows the sound, her weapon still out. “Who’s there?” She calls to the house at large.
Jeb yelps and jumps back. "Christ, don't sneak up on me like that!" He says.
The humming stops and Home peaks out "Oh hey, whats good?"
Suhou flinches, startled by his loud sounds, but doesn’t scamper. They tilt their head slightly, their large fishlike eyes staring at Jeb.
Loriche exhales and lowers her pick. “Uh… nothing, I guess… just hadn’t seen this place before and I was wondering what was going on. Sorry to disturb.”
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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.
*yeh*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Okay I’m back, Baalze I am so sorry for leaving you suddenly yesterday I got super sick. So sick I can’t go to school today. So sorry, mornin’ yall.*
*I’m so sorry that you’re sick, man. I really hope you get better soon.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sparrow and Rag, fantastic choices indeed.*
Sparrow is in the forest just outside of his camp, preparing for something, loading up Rosemary with Stroth’s special bullets, not looking paranoid, more like he knows he’s being watched rather than just thinking it. The air is indeed full of that bizarre feeling.
Rag has taken advantage of the time he’s had, finally able to live a peaceful, although a bit boring, life. He has finished his meditation for the way and is outside the tavern enjoying a simple meal he had made himself, a stew made from ingredients only people like Rag or Felix could gather.
*I’m fine, it’s probably just a simple cold because I can’t deal with any temperature under 70, but my dad says I’m just being too stoic. Idk, I’ll probably be okay, thanks man.*
Jeb is outside, grumbling about it being a cold morning while taking pictures of the sunrise. He is dressed in a crewneck white sweater with some sort of graphic on it depicting a monstrous bug, a pair of pajama bottoms because he didn't feel like changing out of them, and socks that resemble cat paws.
Home is listening to the walkman Tyrone brought back, jamming out to the Ramones. He is cleaning up the bathroom, humming to himself as he bounces on his heels.
Father Luciano is sweeping the floors to the temple, trying to clean up just a bit before the day breaks.
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
*There’s no such thing as too stoic*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sounds like you would make a good leader on an expedition to an alien planet, just to result in finding something that might end the human race.*
Suhou is creeping through the fields where Jeb is, absorbing the morning frost from the grass.
Loriche is out foraging and comes across the house. “Huh… that’s new.” She murmurs.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Can’t, I’m too scared of heights*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jeb hears rustling and screeches, a bit overdramatic but he does it nonetheless.
She can hear movement coming from inside.
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
The little god flattens themself and prepares to bolt if necessary, their halo of mist visible from the brush.
She moves forward and cautiously pushes open the door with the handle of her war pick.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jeb looks around, fixing his glasses. "O-Okay whoever is out there.. Just.. shoo!" he hisses.
She hears humming coming from somewhere inside.
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
*How about expeditions to the Antarctic?*
Suhou raises their head just out of the grass to try and see the source of the voice. If Jeb sees them, he can tell that they’re not a threat at all.
Loriche follows the sound, her weapon still out. “Who’s there?” She calls to the house at large.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Only if we find a giant of light and use it to make gundams*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jeb yelps and jumps back. "Christ, don't sneak up on me like that!" He says.
The humming stops and Home peaks out "Oh hey, whats good?"
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
*Hmm, you’re really twisting my arm here, but fine. A giant made of light can be arranged.*
Suhou flinches, startled by his loud sounds, but doesn’t scamper. They tilt their head slightly, their large fishlike eyes staring at Jeb.
Loriche exhales and lowers her pick. “Uh… nothing, I guess… just hadn’t seen this place before and I was wondering what was going on. Sorry to disturb.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Good morning, everyone!*
Traitor is once again sharpening her claws, occasionally muttering something to herself. She seems frustrated by something.
KK is outside, sketching a landscape with charcoal on her notepad, music faintly emanating from her.
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)