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.
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.
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.
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.
Scott sighs and picks him up, holding him close. He walks back to the tavern.
She watches, utterly in awe and proud.
*silly little goober.*
*anyone wanna rp?*
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*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.
*Ah, so thats the great flood the tome warned me of*
*[Looks over at my lesbian characters] Do I?....*
"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.
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.
*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?"
*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.
*Please cut that Wendi, Alaric.*
* 👉🏻👈🏻 There is like five of them..*
*I can't unfortunately. My mobile phone likes to lose its mind when I try.*