Hyacinthe holds his arms to his sides as a gesture of peace, showing that he is unarmed. He slowly approaches. "Nothing to be afraid of, lad."
He gives a quick bow. "I'm on break right now, I just thought I would refill bread sticks and stuff. How are you doing?"
Pod repeats the action, sending the duck walking back. Like a sort of slow-mo game of catch.
*Back, sorry, test.*
He takes a rope he had used to climb up to climb back down. He puts down his hair, which had puffed up slightly from being startled, his voice more calm now "Howdy. Why're you here?"
She returns with a small curtsy "I am doin' wonderfully, bless yer heart. Generous beyond anythin' else aren't ya?"
For a time that is all they do, sending it back and forth before Thane truly turns to them "H-hello."
*Back!*
"Oh, I've just been thinking about this place. I used to work here. I wanna rebuild it sometime." He runs his fingers, so thin that most of their mass is callouses, along a tilted support beam.
"Generosity is a social construct." He places a full breadstick holder on her table. They are purple, garlicky, buttery, and faintly sweet. His maligned signature.
He sends the duck over along with an equally mechanical inchworm with functioning legs. "Hello. Do you mind if I ask an odd question? If it's too personal, you can choose not to answer."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Traitor is in the woods, trying to track the source of the corruption the Seer unleashed. On an unrelated note, they are also wearing a long orange scarf- the ripped seams in spots indicating she had some difficulty putting it on without cutting it to pieces.
KK sits on the roof of the Inn, sketching symbols on a notepad.
Coterie is sitting in the back of the inn, quietly absorbing surface-level memories from passersby.
*Character interactions for if anyone wants to rp!*
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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)
"You held him off while I got here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That guy hits hard, if it weren't for my Rinnegan I would have been done for."
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.)
"Yeah no kidding." he says, his sharingan slowly fading.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs, his own Rinnegan fading "Now that your mission is done, what's next?"
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.)
"Might stay here for a while." he says with a shrug
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Likely I'll stay here too. At least until something comes up. Who's this guy we saved?" He gestures to Theren.
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.)
"A really important half-elf."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Then someone should probably stop him from dying huh?"
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.)
He nods, using medical jitsu.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He pushes himself up with his Tetsubo, walking over.
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.)
*Weeeeeeeee*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Welcome back Wendi. Good to see ya.*
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.)
(hi wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*(Affectionately bites)*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Eeee Moonie!*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Ah, I see. (Implodes)*
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.)
*Back!*
"Oh, I've just been thinking about this place. I used to work here. I wanna rebuild it sometime." He runs his fingers, so thin that most of their mass is callouses, along a tilted support beam.
"Generosity is a social construct." He places a full breadstick holder on her table. They are purple, garlicky, buttery, and faintly sweet. His maligned signature.
He sends the duck over along with an equally mechanical inchworm with functioning legs. "Hello. Do you mind if I ask an odd question? If it's too personal, you can choose not to answer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Wait, nvm, I'll be a while. Sorry.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Character interactions for if anyone wants to rp!*
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 YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO MEEEEEEE*
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.)