"And what's 'outside of your permission'?" she says, crossing her arms, eyebrows raised.
"Curious... you're not human, are you, love?..." He says, sitting up, caressing her face gently.
She lets out a low rumble, small sparks shooting out of her nose as she lays her head on his chest. "Don't be jealous of names, cause yours is yours, and is unique!"
He crosses his own arms “That depends on what you do, do you plan on killing anyone? If so, they better deserve it, and you better not get caught.”
She takes his hand in her own, soft, smiling as her eyes shift into slits “Oh human is soooo boring, why not be something more?”
His chest thrums with a fire rune, soft with fur and warm from the sun, as well as the rune. “Thank.. you.” He begins to fall asleep.
"I wanna be gay, and do crimes!" She says, a fire, literally, in her eyes. "kidding... about the crimes.. I was thinking about being a bounty hunter for a bit, saving up and going off to Vanderbilt"
"I've never known anything other than being something more, dear." He smiles, kissing her gently.
She hums along to the thrumming of the rune, tail thumping in sync with his heartbeat. "You're welcome.... Nini..." she says, yawning again.
He tilts his head, putting his hands on his hips “You want to go to Vanderbilt? Don’t worry about saving up the money, I’ll pay for it. I’ll do what I need to, as for doing crime and being gay, I was a wild child too.”
She smiles softly, kissing him back as her eyes shift back to normal “Good to know.”
By the time her yawning is done he has fallen into a peaceful sleep, curled around her, holding her gently.
*Got another new character, my brain has been manufactured these at the worst time.*
"So, gay, crimes, and free magic? You're the best dad ever!" she says, hugging him tightly
"I've got a few tricks of my own, sweetie." He says, holding her face with both paws, and another, and.. another.
Not long after, she falls asleep as well, dreaming not of him, but how disappointed her master would be.
*For sure. i'm down to rp with them, tho.*
He hugs her back, holding her with fatherly love “Yeah, I’m the worst dad ever too. Love you Domino, I would do it all for you.”
She smiles, her eyes flicking back and forth occasionally “That is something absolutely fabulous, we all have tricks.” His paws fade through her as she suddenly disappears with a trace.
*I think a made the intro only a few pages back, if you want to interact I’d recommend going back.*
"So, we're in agreement not to tell mom about your gayness?..."
"I think I just fell in love with you again, Marie~" He says, attempting to sniff her out
*this? The sound of light footsteps can be heard, carried on the wind along with the brief sound of what seems to be breaking glass. In the distance comes a new arrival, a wood elf, looking like a young adult. He is strong and lean, like a professional swimmer or a martial artist. He is wearing a traditional sleeveless sky blue combat gi with black detailing, soft black parachute pants, and no shoes. His long curly brown hair covers his eyes, the color of warm hazelnut piercing through. He holds his arms behind his back, clasping them together. He has a soft smile on his face, the sound of glass repairing as he seems to walk through a gate made of pure space. He walks on mud, although his feet do not sink, as if he's walking on the very mud like it was solid ground. He takes a moment, stopping to look at his surroundings before heading into town.*
He waves a hand dismissively “What she doesn’t know won’t have the danger of hurting her, I’m a loyal husband now. I’ll tell her some time.”
He smells that she has gone back outside, sitting just outside of the tavern, cloaked for a moment is a light green mist.
*That would be it, I think it was a solid intro.*
"You dog!" she says, snickering, hitting his elbow gently.
He walks after her, leaning against the wall. "You never told me you could teleport."
As the elf makes his way through the mud, and to the tavern, demonic hands attempt to grab him at every step. Before him stands Ash, holding a shotgun sawed off at the end of the foregrip.
He chuckles and sits back down, handing her his sword, gently “Don’t cut yourself.”
“What’s the point if it isn’t a surprise, my dear? Things are just a bit more fun that way.”
He walks past the hands with little care, casually sidestepping or dodging their grips with ease, a smile on his face that looks completely genuine. He looks down to the shotgun in Ash’s hands “That’s fun. What do you plan on doing with that?” He says, his voice full of friendly charisma.
*I am now making a witch using a new class I found. It's very cool. It's based on the concept of old-school witchcraft, relying on techniques from the early days of magic when it was more psuedoscience than actual science.*
*Basically, wizards are scientists ("It's very important that we understand exactly how this works") whereas witches are engineers ("It works, I guess"). To a witch, the dark arts are still fundamentally occult and founded in natural philosophy, where it was discovered in the first place. A wizard talks to crows because he has a special spell. A witch talks to crows because she has a deep understanding of the magic of little black birds.*
He chuckles and sits back down, handing her his sword, gently “Don’t cut yourself.”
“What’s the point if it isn’t a surprise, my dear? Things are just a bit more fun that way.”
He walks past the hands with little care, casually sidestepping or dodging their grips with ease, a smile on his face that looks completely genuine. He looks down to the shotgun in Ash’s hands “That’s fun. What do you plan on doing with that?” He says, his voice full of friendly charisma.
She tilts her head, putting the sword on her gear pack "Pfffft.... I would never do that.. I dont do that, who... told you I did?.."
"Thats respectable, and enthralling."
"Sumthin's followin ya, pal. Somethin' evil... it's that damn book.. Always that damn book... I cant catch a break..." He says, opening the action. Two smoking shells fly out, though no shots have been heard as of late. He angrily stuffs two more shells in, both a different color.
“You’re like me, I can tell when I’m like me. Just try not to do anything that would disappoint your mother, she cares just as much as I do. More than I do.”
“All I am is enthralling my dear. Do you have any bounties left? I might just help you with one.”
He looks to the place he had stop, “That’s some accent you’ve got there, as for anything evil, I’m not worried about anything evil coming after me. I deal with stuff like that all the time.” He bows deeply, his arms behind his back, “Nice to meet you.”
*I am now making a witch using a new class I found. It's very cool. It's based on the concept of old-school witchcraft, relying on techniques from the early days of magic when it was more psuedoscience than actual science.*
*Basically, wizards are scientists ("It's very important that we understand exactly how this works") whereas witches are engineers ("It works, I guess"). To a witch, the dark arts are still fundamentally occult and founded in natural philosophy, where it was discovered in the first place. A wizard talks to crows because he has a special spell. A witch talks to crows because she has a deep understanding of the magic of little black birds.*
*YOOOO that’s such an awesome idea. My engineer friends would be angry with you over that but that just makes it even better.*
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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.
*I am now making a witch using a new class I found. It's very cool. It's based on the concept of old-school witchcraft, relying on techniques from the early days of magic when it was more psuedoscience than actual science.*
*Basically, wizards are scientists ("It's very important that we understand exactly how this works") whereas witches are engineers ("It works, I guess"). To a witch, the dark arts are still fundamentally occult and founded in natural philosophy, where it was discovered in the first place. A wizard talks to crows because he has a special spell. A witch talks to crows because she has a deep understanding of the magic of little black birds.*
*That sounds like such a fun idea! Characters that apply their knowledge to uncommon problems and make unconventional solutions are always fun to watch and interact with.*
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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)
Thirteen is researching ancient mages and casters from the area in his armchair by the fire.
Loriche is forging something that resembles a bull-horned idol at her camp.
Riotan is stalking down random people on the streets to harvest their arms for his next project.
Klei is refurbishing his stand.
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
*sure, how about Crusader and idk Damian*
*You don’t have to if you don’t want to man.*
The Crusader has actually taken his armor off, and has gone walking around the town, his holy blade still on his back, but everything else left in his room.
Damian is just sitting on the room of the tavern, staring into space, his eyes burning with a flame not too far from rage.
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He chuckles and sits back down, handing her his sword, gently “Don’t cut yourself.”
“What’s the point if it isn’t a surprise, my dear? Things are just a bit more fun that way.”
He walks past the hands with little care, casually sidestepping or dodging their grips with ease, a smile on his face that looks completely genuine. He looks down to the shotgun in Ash’s hands “That’s fun. What do you plan on doing with that?” He says, his voice full of friendly charisma.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*this is a good cat*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh hell yes indeed!*
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)
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Traitor is also skulking about town, though she doesn't have any plans other than wandering.
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)
*does Traitor have arms?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yes- two of them, ending in long blade-like claws on her hands.*
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)
*I am now making a witch using a new class I found. It's very cool. It's based on the concept of old-school witchcraft, relying on techniques from the early days of magic when it was more psuedoscience than actual science.*
*Basically, wizards are scientists ("It's very important that we understand exactly how this works") whereas witches are engineers ("It works, I guess"). To a witch, the dark arts are still fundamentally occult and founded in natural philosophy, where it was discovered in the first place. A wizard talks to crows because he has a special spell. A witch talks to crows because she has a deep understanding of the magic of little black birds.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“You’re like me, I can tell when I’m like me. Just try not to do anything that would disappoint your mother, she cares just as much as I do. More than I do.”
“All I am is enthralling my dear. Do you have any bounties left? I might just help you with one.”
He looks to the place he had stop, “That’s some accent you’ve got there, as for anything evil, I’m not worried about anything evil coming after me. I deal with stuff like that all the time.” He bows deeply, his arms behind his back, “Nice to meet you.”
*Do you want to deal with any of mine?*
Riotan begins to follow Traitor from a decent distance.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*YOOOO that’s such an awesome idea. My engineer friends would be angry with you over that but that just makes it even better.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After a while, Traitor stops, turning around and looking in his general direction. "You do realize I know you're there, right?"
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)
*sure, how about Crusader and idk Damian*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*That sounds like such a fun idea! Characters that apply their knowledge to uncommon problems and make unconventional solutions are always fun to watch and interact with.*
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)
He looks down at himself in mock surprise. “I’m here?! How mortifying. This is so unlike me. Typically I’m never anywhere at all!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*You don’t have to if you don’t want to man.*
The Crusader has actually taken his armor off, and has gone walking around the town, his holy blade still on his back, but everything else left in his room.
Damian is just sitting on the room of the tavern, staring into space, his eyes burning with a flame not too far from rage.