Thirteen is on the stone with one of his parallel selves.
Mauric is burning a phase spider nest in the basement with his Inn-issued blowtorch.
Loriche is scrounging up old metal scraps from around town to melt back down.
Riotan is digging a hole behind the tavern, burying his emotions.
Vitroze is fishing books out of their neck at a table in the back.
Luciano looks upon Mauric's arson with a sad face.
Samaritan appears behind him, having a smoke "What are you doing?"
Mauric turns around, looking surprised, once he’s gotten rid of the strange, n-dimensional web sacs. “Whoa! What are you doing down here, reverend?”
“Makin’ portals.” He looks up promptly. “But I can stop.”
"Watching you kill creatures." He folds his arms.
"Portals to where?" He grumbles
“Aw, they’re pests. And when they grow up they can get taller than the ceiling in here, so we gotta burn ‘em early. They keep phasing in, and I gotta keep the place clean.”
“My little ol’ layer. Every time I come out of a portal to there, it closes, so I gotta dig a new one every night when I want to go back to my own burrow.”
"Still a creature just like a cat or dog, would you burn one of those?" He asks, his tone gentle.
Loriche is scrounging up old metal scraps from around town to melt back down.
Geralt is walking through the town, the sound of his chained greatsword and rags filling the air, his body leaking an unnatural heat.
*he’s just Jon Witcher from the hit series The Witcher?*
She looks up and waves enthusiastically, holding a splintered 4mm-thick sheet of aluminum. “Hi!!”
*Luckily not, trying to keep up with original characters.*
The deeply tanned man waves back at them, revealing the chain grafted to their arm and connected to the sword, signing “Hello.”
“Cool arm thing! Both of us have most of our body attached to cool stuff too!”
He looks to his arm and them back to them, smiling softly, signing “I suppose we both do, though yours does seem cooler than mine.”
She nods. “Most of it’s for show, aside from the lighting.”
He unsheaths the blade, revealing most of it is broken, though the parts that are still there are sharp and seem to radiate that same unnatural heat “Mine is mostly broken.” He chuckles.
Riotan scrambles out of his hole and gets to his feet, brushing off his sari. “Hey, I like my OWN foggy dirt patch when I get tired. What’s your excuse?”
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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.
Loriche is scrounging up old metal scraps from around town to melt back down.
Geralt is walking through the town, the sound of his chained greatsword and rags filling the air, his body leaking an unnatural heat.
*he’s just Jon Witcher from the hit series The Witcher?*
She looks up and waves enthusiastically, holding a splintered 4mm-thick sheet of aluminum. “Hi!!”
*Luckily not, trying to keep up with original characters.*
The deeply tanned man waves back at them, revealing the chain grafted to their arm and connected to the sword, signing “Hello.”
“Cool arm thing! Both of us have most of our body attached to cool stuff too!”
He looks to his arm and them back to them, smiling softly, signing “I suppose we both do, though yours does seem cooler than mine.”
She nods. “Most of it’s for show, aside from the lighting.”
He unsheaths the blade, revealing most of it is broken, though the parts that are still there are sharp and seem to radiate that same unnatural heat “Mine is mostly broken.” He chuckles.
“Hey, I bet I could fix it for you.” She offers, examining it closely.
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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.
Loriche is scrounging up old metal scraps from around town to melt back down.
Geralt is walking through the town, the sound of his chained greatsword and rags filling the air, his body leaking an unnatural heat.
*he’s just Jon Witcher from the hit series The Witcher?*
She looks up and waves enthusiastically, holding a splintered 4mm-thick sheet of aluminum. “Hi!!”
*Luckily not, trying to keep up with original characters.*
The deeply tanned man waves back at them, revealing the chain grafted to their arm and connected to the sword, signing “Hello.”
“Cool arm thing! Both of us have most of our body attached to cool stuff too!”
He looks to his arm and them back to them, smiling softly, signing “I suppose we both do, though yours does seem cooler than mine.”
She nods. “Most of it’s for show, aside from the lighting.”
He unsheaths the blade, revealing most of it is broken, though the parts that are still there are sharp and seem to radiate that same unnatural heat “Mine is mostly broken.” He chuckles.
“Hey, I bet I could fix it for you.” She offers, examining it closely.
The blade, from what can seen in the remains, was truly something special, an extraordinary piece of craftsmanship, blazing with heat unparalleled.
Riotan scrambles out of his hole and gets to his feet, brushing off his sari. “Hey, I like my OWN foggy dirt patch when I get tired. What’s your excuse?”
He chuckles "Then maybe ask why if it is okay to kill these creatures compared to those creatures?"
"Weird as in good, not weird as in bad." He nods, chuckling.
Loriche is scrounging up old metal scraps from around town to melt back down.
Geralt is walking through the town, the sound of his chained greatsword and rags filling the air, his body leaking an unnatural heat.
*he’s just Jon Witcher from the hit series The Witcher?*
She looks up and waves enthusiastically, holding a splintered 4mm-thick sheet of aluminum. “Hi!!”
*Luckily not, trying to keep up with original characters.*
The deeply tanned man waves back at them, revealing the chain grafted to their arm and connected to the sword, signing “Hello.”
“Cool arm thing! Both of us have most of our body attached to cool stuff too!”
He looks to his arm and them back to them, smiling softly, signing “I suppose we both do, though yours does seem cooler than mine.”
She nods. “Most of it’s for show, aside from the lighting.”
He unsheaths the blade, revealing most of it is broken, though the parts that are still there are sharp and seem to radiate that same unnatural heat “Mine is mostly broken.” He chuckles.
“Hey, I bet I could fix it for you.” She offers, examining it closely.
The blade, from what can seen in the remains, was truly something special, an extraordinary piece of craftsmanship, blazing with heat unparalleled.
“Yeah, looks like a flame tongue, but something pretty impressive at that. I bet I could get it right though.”
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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.
There is a person out in the field of flowers near the forest. They have long golden hair that wraps around their shoulder in a braid. They seem to be talking to someone but you cant seem to notice anyone in the immediate area. Maybe a closer look would help...
Riotan scrambles out of his hole and gets to his feet, brushing off his sari. “Hey, I like my OWN foggy dirt patch when I get tired. What’s your excuse?”
He chuckles "Then maybe ask why if it is okay to kill these creatures compared to those creatures?"
"Weird as in good, not weird as in bad." He nods, chuckling.
Mauric sighs. “Ohhhhkay, I know how this’ll go. You’re gonna lecture me on righteousness and stuff and by the time you’re done the fire’ll have spread and then I’ll be out of a job.”
“Oh cool. So…” He glances around nonchalantly, tasting Samaritan’s thoughts on the air. “…what’re you doing?”
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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.
Riotan scrambles out of his hole and gets to his feet, brushing off his sari. “Hey, I like my OWN foggy dirt patch when I get tired. What’s your excuse?”
He chuckles "Then maybe ask why if it is okay to kill these creatures compared to those creatures?"
"Weird as in good, not weird as in bad." He nods, chuckling.
Mauric sighs. “Ohhhhkay, I know how this’ll go. You’re gonna lecture me on righteousness and stuff and by the time you’re done the fire’ll have spread and then I’ll be out of a job.”
“Oh cool. So…” He glances around nonchalantly, tasting Samaritan’s thoughts on the air. “…what’re you doing?”
"No. I am not. I am simply reminding you that the creatures you kill didn't deserve it." He bows his head.
He seems calm, a bit bored. "Nothing, think about making some food."
"Well... what's he like? Strugels are supposed to be a highly comfort-oriented people. Born of the cold, they had to find warmth inside themselves. Maybe he couldn't find his own warmth among that of the others', so he thinks he doesn't have any. I dunno. Maybe I'm too focused on the analogy. I doubt I know the guy, so I'm making assumptions."
"I don't know much about him to tell ya... He's closed off, and seemingly hurt deeply. I asked around about him, Felix, and the consensus is he was." he sighs, pouring a liquid from a hip-flask into his mug. "I don't even know anymore."
"Maybe try asking him about it directly. Have you tried that? Actually, you probably have. If you really love him, I think you should try helping him. What are his strengths? I mean, what draws you to him?"
"Help him... I suppose that might be worth a shot. I know this is a vane thing to say, but I think he's cute, and truly, my own heart betrays me in the matter. I know not why I feel a pull, it might be my age and my unconscious need to find something else to protect with my life... Just a thought." he says, taking a sip straight from the flask
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"Still a creature just like a cat or dog, would you burn one of those?" He asks, his tone gentle.
"Huh weird." He shrugs, stomping out his cigar.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
She nods. “Most of it’s for show, aside from the lighting.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Anybody else want to rp for the little bit of time I have left? About 20 minutes, maybe a little bit more.*
He unsheaths the blade, revealing most of it is broken, though the parts that are still there are sharp and seem to radiate that same unnatural heat “Mine is mostly broken.” He chuckles.
*cut*
He looks slightly awkward. “No comment.”
Riotan scrambles out of his hole and gets to his feet, brushing off his sari. “Hey, I like my OWN foggy dirt patch when I get tired. What’s your excuse?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Aight, imma try something new, 1 sec
“Hey, I bet I could fix it for you.” She offers, examining it closely.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*take your time, i’m excited to see what you’ll cook up*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The blade, from what can seen in the remains, was truly something special, an extraordinary piece of craftsmanship, blazing with heat unparalleled.
He chuckles "Then maybe ask why if it is okay to kill these creatures compared to those creatures?"
"Weird as in good, not weird as in bad." He nods, chuckling.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*Take your time dawg, it’s all about making it right.*
“Yeah, looks like a flame tongue, but something pretty impressive at that. I bet I could get it right though.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
There is a person out in the field of flowers near the forest. They have long golden hair that wraps around their shoulder in a braid. They seem to be talking to someone but you cant seem to notice anyone in the immediate area. Maybe a closer look would help...
He hands them the blade, the chain extending through magic to remain connected to him yet comfortable “Be careful, don’t get burned.”
*oh crap I gtg :(*
Mauric sighs. “Ohhhhkay, I know how this’ll go. You’re gonna lecture me on righteousness and stuff and by the time you’re done the fire’ll have spread and then I’ll be out of a job.”
“Oh cool. So…” He glances around nonchalantly, tasting Samaritan’s thoughts on the air. “…what’re you doing?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"No. I am not. I am simply reminding you that the creatures you kill didn't deserve it." He bows his head.
He seems calm, a bit bored. "Nothing, think about making some food."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"Help him... I suppose that might be worth a shot. I know this is a vane thing to say, but I think he's cute, and truly, my own heart betrays me in the matter. I know not why I feel a pull, it might be my age and my unconscious need to find something else to protect with my life... Just a thought." he says, taking a sip straight from the flask
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
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S♡J
2-13-25
“It oughtn’t to. I’ll have it done as you like it very soon!” She grins. “How far can this extend by the way?”
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 was able to throw it into the shoulder of a colossus once, and used the chain to climb up, so pretty far I assume:”