Tycho is drunk per his usual mood these days, wandering the town
Constant is eating lunch
Damian decides to join him on his wander, heavily drunk himself, and having been going through a depression for the past few days.
Someone sits next to them, with pitch black hair, around the same age, maybe slightly younger, with a friendly smile on his face. They are wearing a black high school uniform, slightly customized.
The tiefling eyes him for a moment, but has no care left in him to say anything
He tilts his head, "Oh, hello. Do you need something?"
The tiefling looks back to them, his eyes filled with nothing but hatred, but not for them. He raises the bottle to them.
He shakes his head “No, I just want to meet new people.” He holds out a hand “Antonio, nice to meet you.”
He gives a nod, raising his own bottle (the drunken salute?)
"Constant, pleased to make your acquaintance" he says, shaking their hand
*Exactly my friend.* He chuckles before taking a swig from his own.
“How did you get here? I’m here for a little bit of work, as my part time job.” He says with that same smile.
Tycho takes a swig of his own, leaning on a wall
"Well, a variety of methods. Sometimes i used teleportation to shorten the travel time, sometimes i went by foot, by cart, such is the way of traveling" he chuckles
Tycho is drunk per his usual mood these days, wandering the town
Georgie is reading a book on puppets
Constant is eating lunch
The young man i intro'd yesterday is buying some... odd supplies
(His intro for anyone who missed it ^)
The guards have been putting up posters for missing people a lot more lately. Theres a warning that it could be dangerous to go outside late at night at this time.
A young man stands infront of the notice board, a silent smile on his pale face as he looks at the warnings. His eyes are a deep glossy black, without any whites. He wears a pair of jeans, boots, and a hooded coat that has silvery runes inscribed upon it's black fabric. His hands are wrapped in pristine white bandages that cover up his arm and dissapear into his sleeves. His hair is messy a similar blackish color to his eye.
Scott follows Tycho around, keeping an eye on him.
Yuri is watching over Georgie.
Tycho is completely sloshed, but isn't getting into any trouble yet
Georgie hums, folding a piece of paper into a little doll
He still follows, lighting a cigarette.
"What are you making dear?"
At some point tycho slump against a wall, curling up on the floor
"Well, you know how i can make my friends move?"
He walks over, sitting down besides him.
"Mhm."
Tycho doesn't question it for once, just moving to curl up against scott
"Well, my big brother told me about how it works. So i figured, maybe i can move other types of dolls?"
Scott holds him gently.
"Huh, like how?"
He looks up at him slightly, "Thank you... for being here..."
He hums, setting the paper doll into a standing position. He raises the other hand, lightly waggling his fingers. After a second a set of soft glowing stings drop out of his fingers, connecting to the doll's 'limbs' before fading into nothing, "Ok see?" he says, making the doll wander the table
"I am always here for you." Scott murmurs.
She nods, grinning.
He nods, "I don't deserve that, but thank you..."
"So, i can do this. Though i can't move... well, anything thats not a doll usially. Or maybe it needs legs?"
"I do care for you Tycho. You are my best friend.." he says gently.
"Perhaps." She nods "all things require legs after all."
He sighs, "emotions suck, can i just get rid of them?" he asks
"True, otherwise we would be weird little lemure shaped things"
*Feeling a bit meh today. I stayed up 'till 7:00 AM and reran that session from yesterday to give my player a more satisfactory death (he felt like it was unfair that the shadow that he placed snuck up on him). Thanks to the dice gods, he made it to the second to last room, the last room being where two ghasts were awaiting him. He was eaten by the bone horse before he made it there.*
*How about you? All good on your side?*
*I'm doing okay- not great, not terrible. Sounds like that session was eventful, even if tiring. Make sure you get as much rest as you need.*
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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)
Tycho is drunk per his usual mood these days, wandering the town
Constant is eating lunch
Damian decides to join him on his wander, heavily drunk himself, and having been going through a depression for the past few days.
Someone sits next to them, with pitch black hair, around the same age, maybe slightly younger, with a friendly smile on his face. They are wearing a black high school uniform, slightly customized.
The tiefling eyes him for a moment, but has no care left in him to say anything
He tilts his head, "Oh, hello. Do you need something?"
The tiefling looks back to them, his eyes filled with nothing but hatred, but not for them. He raises the bottle to them.
He shakes his head “No, I just want to meet new people.” He holds out a hand “Antonio, nice to meet you.”
He gives a nod, raising his own bottle (the drunken salute?)
"Constant, pleased to make your acquaintance" he says, shaking their hand
*Exactly my friend.* He chuckles before taking a swig from his own.
“How did you get here? I’m here for a little bit of work, as my part time job.” He says with that same smile.
Tycho takes a swig of his own, leaning on a wall
"Well, a variety of methods. Sometimes i used teleportation to shorten the travel time, sometimes i went by foot, by cart, such is the way of traveling" he chuckles
He stops, leaning against the same wall “Who’re you?” He says drunkenly.
He sighs, smiling at them “I meant why you’re here, but I got here on a cloud which I flew here on.”
Tycho is drunk per his usual mood these days, wandering the town
Constant is eating lunch
Damian decides to join him on his wander, heavily drunk himself, and having been going through a depression for the past few days.
Someone sits next to them, with pitch black hair, around the same age, maybe slightly younger, with a friendly smile on his face. They are wearing a black high school uniform, slightly customized.
The tiefling eyes him for a moment, but has no care left in him to say anything
He tilts his head, "Oh, hello. Do you need something?"
The tiefling looks back to them, his eyes filled with nothing but hatred, but not for them. He raises the bottle to them.
He shakes his head “No, I just want to meet new people.” He holds out a hand “Antonio, nice to meet you.”
He gives a nod, raising his own bottle (the drunken salute?)
"Constant, pleased to make your acquaintance" he says, shaking their hand
*Exactly my friend.* He chuckles before taking a swig from his own.
“How did you get here? I’m here for a little bit of work, as my part time job.” He says with that same smile.
Tycho takes a swig of his own, leaning on a wall
"Well, a variety of methods. Sometimes i used teleportation to shorten the travel time, sometimes i went by foot, by cart, such is the way of traveling" he chuckles
He stops, leaning against the same wall “Who’re you?” He says drunkenly.
He sighs, smiling at them “I meant why you’re here, but I got here on a cloud which I flew here on.”
"Do you want my answer that i'd normally give or the answer i wanna give?" he asks back
"Study, in addition to people that interest me around the town"
Tycho is drunk per his usual mood these days, wandering the town
Constant is eating lunch
Damian decides to join him on his wander, heavily drunk himself, and having been going through a depression for the past few days.
Someone sits next to them, with pitch black hair, around the same age, maybe slightly younger, with a friendly smile on his face. They are wearing a black high school uniform, slightly customized.
The tiefling eyes him for a moment, but has no care left in him to say anything
He tilts his head, "Oh, hello. Do you need something?"
The tiefling looks back to them, his eyes filled with nothing but hatred, but not for them. He raises the bottle to them.
He shakes his head “No, I just want to meet new people.” He holds out a hand “Antonio, nice to meet you.”
He gives a nod, raising his own bottle (the drunken salute?)
"Constant, pleased to make your acquaintance" he says, shaking their hand
*Exactly my friend.* He chuckles before taking a swig from his own.
“How did you get here? I’m here for a little bit of work, as my part time job.” He says with that same smile.
Tycho takes a swig of his own, leaning on a wall
"Well, a variety of methods. Sometimes i used teleportation to shorten the travel time, sometimes i went by foot, by cart, such is the way of traveling" he chuckles
He stops, leaning against the same wall “Who’re you?” He says drunkenly.
He sighs, smiling at them “I meant why you’re here, but I got here on a cloud which I flew here on.”
"Do you want my answer that i'd normally give or the answer i wanna give?" he asks back
"Study, in addition to people that interest me around the town"
“Either answer, it doesn’t matter. I don’t matter.” He says, taking another swig, drowning his sorrows.
He beams “Yeah, this town is crazy and bizarre, it’s pretty great actually.” He says, his fingers sparking with blue lightning.
Tycho is drunk per his usual mood these days, wandering the town
Georgie is reading a book on puppets
Constant is eating lunch
The young man i intro'd yesterday is buying some... odd supplies
(His intro for anyone who missed it ^)
The guards have been putting up posters for missing people a lot more lately. Theres a warning that it could be dangerous to go outside late at night at this time.
A young man stands infront of the notice board, a silent smile on his pale face as he looks at the warnings. His eyes are a deep glossy black, without any whites. He wears a pair of jeans, boots, and a hooded coat that has silvery runes inscribed upon it's black fabric. His hands are wrapped in pristine white bandages that cover up his arm and dissapear into his sleeves. His hair is messy a similar blackish color to his eye.
Scott follows Tycho around, keeping an eye on him.
Yuri is watching over Georgie.
Tycho is completely sloshed, but isn't getting into any trouble yet
Georgie hums, folding a piece of paper into a little doll
He still follows, lighting a cigarette.
"What are you making dear?"
At some point tycho slump against a wall, curling up on the floor
"Well, you know how i can make my friends move?"
He walks over, sitting down besides him.
"Mhm."
Tycho doesn't question it for once, just moving to curl up against scott
"Well, my big brother told me about how it works. So i figured, maybe i can move other types of dolls?"
Scott holds him gently.
"Huh, like how?"
He looks up at him slightly, "Thank you... for being here..."
He hums, setting the paper doll into a standing position. He raises the other hand, lightly waggling his fingers. After a second a set of soft glowing stings drop out of his fingers, connecting to the doll's 'limbs' before fading into nothing, "Ok see?" he says, making the doll wander the table
"I am always here for you." Scott murmurs.
She nods, grinning.
He nods, "I don't deserve that, but thank you..."
"So, i can do this. Though i can't move... well, anything thats not a doll usially. Or maybe it needs legs?"
"I do care for you Tycho. You are my best friend.." he says gently.
"Perhaps." She nods "all things require legs after all."
He sighs, "emotions suck, can i just get rid of them?" he asks
"True, otherwise we would be weird little lemure shaped things"
"Unfortunately.. that's just how it is to be humanoid.." he chuckles.
"Yep, swinging from place to place."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Feeling a bit meh today. I stayed up 'till 7:00 AM and reran that session from yesterday to give my player a more satisfactory death (he felt like it was unfair that the shadow that he placed snuck up on him). Thanks to the dice gods, he made it to the second to last room, the last room being where two ghasts were awaiting him. He was eaten by the bone horse before he made it there.*
*How about you? All good on your side?*
*I'm doing okay- not great, not terrible. Sounds like that session was eventful, even if tiring. Make sure you get as much rest as you need.*
*Thank you, I'll do my best.*
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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.
Tycho is drunk per his usual mood these days, wandering the town
Constant is eating lunch
Damian decides to join him on his wander, heavily drunk himself, and having been going through a depression for the past few days.
Someone sits next to them, with pitch black hair, around the same age, maybe slightly younger, with a friendly smile on his face. They are wearing a black high school uniform, slightly customized.
The tiefling eyes him for a moment, but has no care left in him to say anything
He tilts his head, "Oh, hello. Do you need something?"
The tiefling looks back to them, his eyes filled with nothing but hatred, but not for them. He raises the bottle to them.
He shakes his head “No, I just want to meet new people.” He holds out a hand “Antonio, nice to meet you.”
He gives a nod, raising his own bottle (the drunken salute?)
"Constant, pleased to make your acquaintance" he says, shaking their hand
*Exactly my friend.* He chuckles before taking a swig from his own.
“How did you get here? I’m here for a little bit of work, as my part time job.” He says with that same smile.
Tycho takes a swig of his own, leaning on a wall
"Well, a variety of methods. Sometimes i used teleportation to shorten the travel time, sometimes i went by foot, by cart, such is the way of traveling" he chuckles
He stops, leaning against the same wall “Who’re you?” He says drunkenly.
He sighs, smiling at them “I meant why you’re here, but I got here on a cloud which I flew here on.”
"Do you want my answer that i'd normally give or the answer i wanna give?" he asks back
"Study, in addition to people that interest me around the town"
“Either answer, it doesn’t matter. I don’t matter.” He says, taking another swig, drowning his sorrows.
He beams “Yeah, this town is crazy and bizarre, it’s pretty great actually.” He says, his fingers sparking with blue lightning.
He chuckles, "Alright, i'm none of your business pal"
Tycho is drunk per his usual mood these days, wandering the town
Georgie is reading a book on puppets
Constant is eating lunch
The young man i intro'd yesterday is buying some... odd supplies
(His intro for anyone who missed it ^)
The guards have been putting up posters for missing people a lot more lately. Theres a warning that it could be dangerous to go outside late at night at this time.
A young man stands infront of the notice board, a silent smile on his pale face as he looks at the warnings. His eyes are a deep glossy black, without any whites. He wears a pair of jeans, boots, and a hooded coat that has silvery runes inscribed upon it's black fabric. His hands are wrapped in pristine white bandages that cover up his arm and dissapear into his sleeves. His hair is messy a similar blackish color to his eye.
Scott follows Tycho around, keeping an eye on him.
Yuri is watching over Georgie.
Tycho is completely sloshed, but isn't getting into any trouble yet
Georgie hums, folding a piece of paper into a little doll
He still follows, lighting a cigarette.
"What are you making dear?"
At some point tycho slump against a wall, curling up on the floor
"Well, you know how i can make my friends move?"
He walks over, sitting down besides him.
"Mhm."
Tycho doesn't question it for once, just moving to curl up against scott
"Well, my big brother told me about how it works. So i figured, maybe i can move other types of dolls?"
Scott holds him gently.
"Huh, like how?"
He looks up at him slightly, "Thank you... for being here..."
He hums, setting the paper doll into a standing position. He raises the other hand, lightly waggling his fingers. After a second a set of soft glowing stings drop out of his fingers, connecting to the doll's 'limbs' before fading into nothing, "Ok see?" he says, making the doll wander the table
"I am always here for you." Scott murmurs.
She nods, grinning.
He nods, "I don't deserve that, but thank you..."
"So, i can do this. Though i can't move... well, anything thats not a doll usially. Or maybe it needs legs?"
"I do care for you Tycho. You are my best friend.." he says gently.
"Perhaps." She nods "all things require legs after all."
He sighs, "emotions suck, can i just get rid of them?" he asks
"True, otherwise we would be weird little lemure shaped things"
"Unfortunately.. that's just how it is to be humanoid.." he chuckles.
"Yep, swinging from place to place."
"That.... i hate it. I can't use them, they make me feel like this" he hiccups
"I don't have the arm strength for that" he giggles
Tycho is drunk per his usual mood these days, wandering the town
Georgie is reading a book on puppets
Constant is eating lunch
The young man i intro'd yesterday is buying some... odd supplies
(His intro for anyone who missed it ^)
The guards have been putting up posters for missing people a lot more lately. Theres a warning that it could be dangerous to go outside late at night at this time.
A young man stands infront of the notice board, a silent smile on his pale face as he looks at the warnings. His eyes are a deep glossy black, without any whites. He wears a pair of jeans, boots, and a hooded coat that has silvery runes inscribed upon it's black fabric. His hands are wrapped in pristine white bandages that cover up his arm and dissapear into his sleeves. His hair is messy a similar blackish color to his eye.
Scott follows Tycho around, keeping an eye on him.
Yuri is watching over Georgie.
Tycho is completely sloshed, but isn't getting into any trouble yet
Georgie hums, folding a piece of paper into a little doll
He still follows, lighting a cigarette.
"What are you making dear?"
At some point tycho slump against a wall, curling up on the floor
"Well, you know how i can make my friends move?"
He walks over, sitting down besides him.
"Mhm."
Tycho doesn't question it for once, just moving to curl up against scott
"Well, my big brother told me about how it works. So i figured, maybe i can move other types of dolls?"
Scott holds him gently.
"Huh, like how?"
He looks up at him slightly, "Thank you... for being here..."
He hums, setting the paper doll into a standing position. He raises the other hand, lightly waggling his fingers. After a second a set of soft glowing stings drop out of his fingers, connecting to the doll's 'limbs' before fading into nothing, "Ok see?" he says, making the doll wander the table
"I am always here for you." Scott murmurs.
She nods, grinning.
He nods, "I don't deserve that, but thank you..."
"So, i can do this. Though i can't move... well, anything thats not a doll usially. Or maybe it needs legs?"
"I do care for you Tycho. You are my best friend.." he says gently.
"Perhaps." She nods "all things require legs after all."
He sighs, "emotions suck, can i just get rid of them?" he asks
"True, otherwise we would be weird little lemure shaped things"
"Unfortunately.. that's just how it is to be humanoid.." he chuckles.
"Yep, swinging from place to place."
"That.... i hate it. I can't use them, they make me feel like this" he hiccups
"I don't have the arm strength for that" he giggles
"People can't control their emotions unfortunately, I wish I could but... That's not how we work."
"I know." She laughs a bit.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Wanna RP?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Tycho takes a swig of his own, leaning on a wall
"Well, a variety of methods. Sometimes i used teleportation to shorten the travel time, sometimes i went by foot, by cart, such is the way of traveling" he chuckles
He sighs, "emotions suck, can i just get rid of them?" he asks
"True, otherwise we would be weird little lemure shaped things"
*The best I can say right now is I Can Certainly Try.*
*But if we're going purely by desire, yes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm doing okay- not great, not terrible. Sounds like that session was eventful, even if tiring. Make sure you get as much rest as you need.*
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 stops, leaning against the same wall “Who’re you?” He says drunkenly.
He sighs, smiling at them “I meant why you’re here, but I got here on a cloud which I flew here on.”
"Do you want my answer that i'd normally give or the answer i wanna give?" he asks back
"Study, in addition to people that interest me around the town"
“Either answer, it doesn’t matter. I don’t matter.” He says, taking another swig, drowning his sorrows.
He beams “Yeah, this town is crazy and bizarre, it’s pretty great actually.” He says, his fingers sparking with blue lightning.
"Unfortunately.. that's just how it is to be humanoid.." he chuckles.
"Yep, swinging from place to place."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Do you want me to go pick or would you rather pick?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Anyone? Please? Anybody at all?*
*Sure. I kinda want to use my movie star boi.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Thank you, I'll do my best.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He chuckles, "Alright, i'm none of your business pal"
He tilts his head, "Curious"
"That.... i hate it. I can't use them, they make me feel like this" he hiccups
"I don't have the arm strength for that" he giggles
*Sure!*
Omori is wandering outside the Inn, moving between shadows as she does.
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'm having a hard time picking characters. All I can think of is Felix, no matter how long I spend trying to write intros. Could you do it?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"People can't control their emotions unfortunately, I wish I could but... That's not how we work."
"I know." She laughs a bit.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sure thing, who do you want them to deal with?*