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.
He huffs, leaning against him more
He nods with a smile, lightly moving the paper doll around
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He chuckles before taking”So you’re a [gp]. Good to know.” He sighs, his eyes heavy.
He looks back to them from his hand “Huh? What’s curious?”
"I am when i'm drunk. Hide it better when i'm sober" he replies, "And you? which dirty secret are you a part of"
"The lightning." he gestures to their hand
“[gp]ing with gods, like the [gp]ing idiot I am.” He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath “I can’t do anything right. Damian Alterious, nice to meet you.”
His eyes widen “Oh yeah, I can do that, I can fly too, and make storms and stuff. It’s pretty cool.”
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.
He huffs, leaning against him more
He nods with a smile, lightly moving the paper doll around
Scott sighs and picks him up, holding him close. He walks back to the tavern.
She watches, utterly in awe and proud.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I read that as "I'm about to flood these intestines."*
*silly little goober.*
*anyone wanna rp?*
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He chuckles before taking”So you’re a [gp]. Good to know.” He sighs, his eyes heavy.
He looks back to them from his hand “Huh? What’s curious?”
"I am when i'm drunk. Hide it better when i'm sober" he replies, "And you? which dirty secret are you a part of"
"The lightning." he gestures to their hand
“[gp]ing with gods, like the [gp]ing idiot I am.” He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath “I can’t do anything right. Damian Alterious, nice to meet you.”
His eyes widen “Oh yeah, I can do that, I can fly too, and make storms and stuff. It’s pretty cool.”
"Tycho. No last name because i'm too drunk to care or remember it"
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.
He huffs, leaning against him more
He nods with a smile, lightly moving the paper doll around
Scott sighs and picks him up, holding him close. He walks back to the tavern.
She watches, utterly in awe and proud.
The tiefling buries his face in scott's shoulder to muffle any crying
*Sure thing, but I’ve been subjecting you to making choices a lot, maybe I’ll pick the next few times.*
Shen has finished his workout, and is letting his sweat dry out in the sun while his meditates, his eyes closed, smiling to himself.
He hears the sound of someone beating the utter (GP) out of a wooden dummy. A simple human man wearing shades is practicing against it.
He decides to be nosey, walking over to watch them, not making any comments just yet, his staff over his shoulder as he leans against whatever he can find.
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*Cut for Alaric.*
He chuckles before taking”So you’re a [gp]. Good to know.” He sighs, his eyes heavy.
He looks back to them from his hand “Huh? What’s curious?”
Rag is walking around after another workout, visible from almost anywhere in town because he’s a giant dragon man.
*Sure, I can do that love.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He huffs, leaning against him more
He nods with a smile, lightly moving the paper doll around
*Uhhhhh I suppose shen.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I am when i'm drunk. Hide it better when i'm sober" he replies, "And you? which dirty secret are you a part of"
"The lightning." he gestures to their hand
*Sure thing, but I’ve been subjecting you to making choices a lot, maybe I’ll pick the next few times.*
Shen has finished his workout, and is letting his sweat dry out in the sun while his meditates, his eyes closed, smiling to himself.
*I'm about to flood this tavern with lesbians*
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S♡J
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“[gp]ing with gods, like the [gp]ing idiot I am.” He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath “I can’t do anything right. Damian Alterious, nice to meet you.”
His eyes widen “Oh yeah, I can do that, I can fly too, and make storms and stuff. It’s pretty cool.”
*I read that as "I'm about to flood these intestines."*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Scott sighs and picks him up, holding him close. He walks back to the tavern.
She watches, utterly in awe and proud.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*silly little goober.*
*anyone wanna rp?*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Oh hey Salem, want to continue? Also, that would be fun.*
He hears the sound of someone beating the utter (GP) out of a wooden dummy. A simple human man wearing shades is practicing against it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Ah, so thats the great flood the tome warned me of*
*[Looks over at my lesbian characters] Do I?....*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Tycho. No last name because i'm too drunk to care or remember it"
"Storm sorcerer" he guesses
*I'd like to, but my brain is eepy.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The tiefling buries his face in scott's shoulder to muffle any crying
He hums softly, just being a happy lad
He decides to be nosey, walking over to watch them, not making any comments just yet, his staff over his shoulder as he leans against whatever he can find.