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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
He hums softly, just being a happy lad
Scott pats his back gently and sits down on the couch with him in his lap.
"What do you plan to use them for?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Oh hey Salem, want to continue? Also, that would be fun.*
*Sure, i'll excavate it.*
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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"
"Storm sorcerer" he guesses
He sighs “I don’t blame you.” He takes another drink, his grins bursting into flames.
He shrugs “Maybe, I just know whenever I get mad, lightning happens.”
*I warned y'all. I'm back tho* He mewls softly, looking away and huffing. "Yeah..."
She takes their hand in her paw, smiling, revealing perfect, blackened and shiny teeth. "What's your name, Schan?"
She sits down at the bar, still dragging Antonio and ordering a scotch.
"Thirdsies?" She asks, filling the plate again, ready to eat it if not. She sighs again. "Okay, it'll be fine... I had my slump, you're having your slump... it'll be okay soon, right?..."
He picks them up and begins walking, slapping his wet shirt over his other shoulder “Well we should start getting you moved in.”
If steam could come out of her eyes it would as she stumbles over her words, eventually able to say “Marionette.” Shivering at her touch.
He looks at the scotch, and back to Domino a few times, not knowing what to do, just waiting for her to do something.
He takes the third plate, finishing it off quite quickly as well, before stopping “Yeah… everything will be okay… it always ends up that way.” He gets up, cleaning the finished plate.
*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.
The wooden is splintering, cracking under the weight and force of the punches and kicks he delivers. "And! That! Is! For! Leaving! Me!" He snarls at it, like it did him wrong.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He chuckles, his horns heating up to light the blunt, leaning against the same tree.
“You are destined to achieve your goals with time, I believe you are someone capable of doing great things, but I don’t know you. So maybe I’m wrong.”
He turns red, and goes out of his thunder god form, unable to keep it up without focusing.
He sits down, grabbing his utensils and smiling “I love you so much.” He begins eating, his old charismatic smile back on his face.
"So, when can I move my stuff in? I need to know, it takes ages to move a suitcase, y'know?"
Her tail flicks about lazily, and she smiles. "Maybe I don't need to waterbend, maybe I've got all I need in this town. So, where're you from?"
"Totally fair~" She says, landing on her hinds, downshifting.
"I love you too, sweetie..." she sighs, sitting down and watching him eat.
He sighs “You want to move in with me? Whenever you want to I’ll be happy to help with that. You can take the bed I’ll take the couch.”
“I never stayed anywhere long enough, that’s why I lack a faith I can hold to.”
He sighs, his arms going slack at his sides, a bit of his school uniform shifting. (Okarun style)
He quickly finishes the food, cleaning the plate to the point of everything being gone on it.
"Oh no, mister. You're warm, and cuddle-able. You're sleepin' on the bed with me."
"Sometimes, you don't need faith, just something you can hold on to..." She says, shifting closer to them.
(Love that dynamic.) "Alright, you little weirdo who I love so much. lets go get a drink, somethin' stiff."
"You've been fasting again, huh?" She says, sighing.
He raises an eyebrow “Cuddleable? Do you see these horns? The sword maybe?” He says, shaking his head.
After her skin turned back to a normal color she turns beet red again, shifting in place, her hands tightly clasped together.
He nods “But aren’t we too young to drink?” He says, getting next to her, holding her hand as he looks to his feet.
He looks at her, guilty as charged “Would you believe me if I said no?”
"You're not fooling anyone." Zeph smiles, leaning into them.
"But you're probably too pious for that, aren't you?"
"You are, momma's agin' like a weed." She grabs his arm, dragging him to the bar.
"Not when I saw you wolf down that meal." She grabs the plate, giving him a second helping.
He smiles, kissing them softly on the forehead “I suppose I’m not.”
One of her hands reaches out towards them, though she continues to look away, getting only redder and redder.
He comes willingly, looking up to the woman he somehow ended up with, surprising himself.
He takes the second helping, moving through that one quickly too before looking back up “Sorry baby, I’ll be better, I promise not to starve myself.”
*I warned y'all. I'm back tho* He mewls softly, looking away and huffing. "Yeah..."
She takes their hand in her paw, smiling, revealing perfect, blackened and shiny teeth. "What's your name, Schan?"
She sits down at the bar, still dragging Antonio and ordering a scotch.
"Thirdsies?" She asks, filling the plate again, ready to eat it if not. She sighs again. "Okay, it'll be fine... I had my slump, you're having your slump... it'll be okay soon, right?..."
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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"
"Storm sorcerer" he guesses
He sighs “I don’t blame you.” He takes another drink, his grins bursting into flames.
He shrugs “Maybe, I just know whenever I get mad, lightning happens.”
Tycho watches with partial curiosity
"Yep, thats a storm sorcerer. I met one back home when i was young, lovely person beyond the whole 'electrocute people when startled' part"
*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.
The wooden is splintering, cracking under the weight and force of the punches and kicks he delivers. "And! That! Is! For! Leaving! Me!" He snarls at it, like it did him wrong.
He snickers uncontrollably before saying “You let some wood leave you?” He’s obviously just teasing them “There’s no point in just hitting something that can’t talk back, it isn’t really as cathartic as you would want.”
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"
"Storm sorcerer" he guesses
He sighs “I don’t blame you.” He takes another drink, his grins bursting into flames.
He shrugs “Maybe, I just know whenever I get mad, lightning happens.”
Tycho watches with partial curiosity
"Yep, thats a storm sorcerer. I met one back home when i was young, lovely person beyond the whole 'electrocute people when startled' part"
The flames travel up to his horns, burning top his head like a crown.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his head “That sounds just like me. I don’t mean to do it, it just ends up happening.”
*Working on compiling the slideshow into a doc rn, btw.*
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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"
"Storm sorcerer" he guesses
He sighs “I don’t blame you.” He takes another drink, his grins bursting into flames.
He shrugs “Maybe, I just know whenever I get mad, lightning happens.”
Tycho watches with partial curiosity
"Yep, thats a storm sorcerer. I met one back home when i was young, lovely person beyond the whole 'electrocute people when startled' part"
The flames travel up to his horns, burning top his head like a crown.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his head “That sounds just like me. I don’t mean to do it, it just ends up happening.”
Tycho whistles, pulling out a cigar and trying to light it with his flaming head
"Yes, i've found that certain forms of sorcerer have these types of habits," he chuckles
*Yes, you absolutely do.*
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Scott pats his back gently and sits down on the couch with him in his lap.
"What do you plan to use them for?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sure, i'll excavate it.*
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He sighs “I don’t blame you.” He takes another drink, his grins bursting into flames.
He shrugs “Maybe, I just know whenever I get mad, lightning happens.”
*Nah I got it, don’t worry about it.*
The wooden is splintering, cracking under the weight and force of the punches and kicks he delivers. "And! That! Is! For! Leaving! Me!" He snarls at it, like it did him wrong.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Please cut that Wendi, Alaric.*
* 👉🏻👈🏻 There is like five of them..*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I can't unfortunately. My mobile phone likes to lose its mind when I try.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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Tycho stays curled up on his lap like an upset kitten
"Dunno. Or do you mean the other things i've created?"
Tycho watches with partial curiosity
"Yep, thats a storm sorcerer. I met one back home when i was young, lovely person beyond the whole 'electrocute people when startled' part"
He snickers uncontrollably before saying “You let some wood leave you?” He’s obviously just teasing them “There’s no point in just hitting something that can’t talk back, it isn’t really as cathartic as you would want.”
*sorry about the delay*
She slithers through the dark over towards him, quite literally emerging from the shadows to greet him. "Hello again!"
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)
The flames travel up to his horns, burning top his head like a crown.
He chuckles, rubbing the back of his head “That sounds just like me. I don’t mean to do it, it just ends up happening.”
Scott just snuggles him, keeping him close.
"Mhm." She nods
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Go for it, I need to play more women*
*Working on compiling the slideshow into a doc rn, btw.*
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Tycho whistles, pulling out a cigar and trying to light it with his flaming head
"Yes, i've found that certain forms of sorcerer have these types of habits," he chuckles
*Dont worry about it.*
He looks down to them, smiling as soon as they notice them “Hello there Omori, it’s good to see you again.” He leans down to them.