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.”
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
*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 snaps around, caught off guard. A small burst of radiant energy accidentally forms but disappears as fast as it appears. "Makes me feel better if that makes sense."
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
He sees them, and slaps away the cigar “Do that on your own horns.” He says, sighing.
“Looks like a follow the pattern then, no matter what I try to do.” He smiles before ordering himself something small to eat.
*gah, alright, I've introed 2 of my characters, now I need to get one more in. Should I go with rouge AI, stranded eliksni (from Destiny), or shapeshifting alien?
*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 snaps around, caught off guard. A small burst of radiant energy accidentally forms but disappears as fast as it appears. "Makes me feel better if that makes sense."
“And does it make sense to punch wood when you’re mad at what I assume would be a person?” He says, not afraid by the radiant energy, and actually rather interested by it.
*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.
*gah, alright, I've introed 2 of my characters, now I need to get one more in. Should I go with rouge AI, stranded eliksni (from Destiny), or shapeshifting alien?
*any suggestions?*
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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
*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.
"Scott?" he mumbles after a few moments
"Um... playing, maybe helping me with things?"
He snaps around, caught off guard. A small burst of radiant energy accidentally forms but disappears as fast as it appears. "Makes me feel better if that makes sense."
*Women be pretty like that (jives in Panromantic)*
*Okie dokie! Also, Jonah said he could help us with languages.*
He sees them, and slaps away the cigar “Do that on your own horns.” He says, sighing.
“Looks like a follow the pattern then, no matter what I try to do.” He smiles before ordering himself something small to eat.
*gah, alright, I've introed 2 of my characters, now I need to get one more in. Should I go with rouge AI, stranded eliksni (from Destiny), or shapeshifting alien?
"Mn?" He looks down at them, giving them full attention.
"Like homnculus?"
“And does it make sense to punch wood when you’re mad at what I assume would be a person?” He says, not afraid by the radiant energy, and actually rather interested by it.
*"He's hot, she's hot.. they're hot too! Why is everybody so hot???"*
*bet.*
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*any suggestions?*