*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.
He shrugs "It allows me to get my anger out without hurting the person I am mad at." He fixes his sunglasses.
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Such a dark place, am I trapped in here? Is this real? I cannot remember There was a manuscript, it held a key A vicious cycle I must not surrender to Echo scenes to seek out, again and again.. Until I figure it out to bring this song to its end I will bring this song to its end
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.
"Mine don't do the whole flamy bit"
"Well, i'd imagine it's due to your magic and not who you are." he says, "Like necromancers being edgy"
*Working on compiling the slideshow into a doc rn, btw.*
*Women be pretty like that (jives in Panromantic)*
*Okie dokie! Also, Jonah said he could help us with languages.*
*"He's hot, she's hot.. they're hot too! Why is everybody so hot???"*
*bet.*
*Women. Men. Nonbinary. Genderfluid. Demi's. Intersex..... They are beautiful people :)*
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Such a dark place, am I trapped in here? Is this real? I cannot remember There was a manuscript, it held a key A vicious cycle I must not surrender to Echo scenes to seek out, again and again.. Until I figure it out to bring this song to its end I will bring this song to its end
*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.
"We're not too far from my tent" He says, shrugging.
"You're adorable." She says, snickering. "Marionette... Beautiful. I'm Wenta."
"Oh, right. I forgot. you cant dwink wiffout yours sippy, can you?" She throws back the shot and slaps her knee, cackling at her own joke.
"Don't do that, I got it hun..." She tries to take the plate from him
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(I have acquired a half dozen games I know nothing about)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Every single one of you is comin' to my mind Bring 'em all together, can you stack 'em in a line? Jealousy is gonna be your failure, not mine Winnin'-in'-in' (winnin'-in'-in')
*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.
He shrugs "It allows me to get my anger out without hurting the person I am mad at." He fixes his sunglasses.
“If you want to do that, just fight someone stronger than you. It’s just that easy.” He says, obviously goading him.
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.
"Mine don't do the whole flamy bit"
"Well, i'd imagine it's due to your magic and not who you are." he says, "Like necromancers being edgy"
“I thought all of us could do that. Huh.” He takes another swing before lighting the cigar.
“Not all necromancers are edgy, most of them are just lonely nerds more than anything, or that’s what I’ve seen.”
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?"
Tycho stays curled up on his lap like an upset kitten
"Dunno. Or do you mean the other things i've created?"
Scott just snuggles him, keeping him close.
"Mhm." She nods
"Scott?" he mumbles after a few moments
"Um... playing, maybe helping me with things?"
"Mn?" He looks down at them, giving them full attention.
"Like homnculus?"
"I.... " he pauses and shakes his head, "Nevermind, I'm not being dumb again."
"What are thsoe?" he tilts his head
"No, you aren't. I want to know." He said.
"Like little guys you control."
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Such a dark place, am I trapped in here? Is this real? I cannot remember There was a manuscript, it held a key A vicious cycle I must not surrender to Echo scenes to seek out, again and again.. Until I figure it out to bring this song to its end I will bring this song to its end
*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?
*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?*
*giga-ninjaed 😔*
*I’m sucker for aliens, the creepier and more inhuman the better. One that could shapeshifter though would be terrifying. So I vote that one.*
*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.
"We're not too far from my tent" He says, shrugging.
"You're adorable." She says, snickering. "Marionette... Beautiful. I'm Wenta."
"Oh, right. I forgot. you cant dwink wiffout yours sippy, can you?" She throws back the shot and slaps her knee, cackling at her own joke.
"Don't do that, I got it hun..." She tries to take the plate from him
He raises a hand, putting them in a fireman carry, slapping their bottom “We’ll be there in a second.”
She nods “N-nice to meet you Wenta, you’re very beautiful too.” She shuffles closer to them.
He steels himself, pouring a shot before shooting it down in one gulp, immediately drunk from his lack of resistance. His eyes get heavier.
He sighs, giving the plate over to his wife reluctantly “Okay, here.” He stands next to her.
*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.
He shrugs "It allows me to get my anger out without hurting the person I am mad at." He fixes his sunglasses.
“If you want to do that, just fight someone stronger than you. It’s just that easy.” He says, obviously goading him.
"No, it doesn't feel right to beat up someone else in the name of anger.." he sighs, folding his arms.
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Such a dark place, am I trapped in here? Is this real? I cannot remember There was a manuscript, it held a key A vicious cycle I must not surrender to Echo scenes to seek out, again and again.. Until I figure it out to bring this song to its end I will bring this song to its end
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.
"Mine don't do the whole flamy bit"
"Well, i'd imagine it's due to your magic and not who you are." he says, "Like necromancers being edgy"
“I thought all of us could do that. Huh.” He takes another swing before lighting the cigar.
“Not all necromancers are edgy, most of them are just lonely nerds more than anything, or that’s what I’ve seen.”
He shakes his head, "Wrong type of tiefling i guess"
"I feel like it depends on the type. As i said, it's more of a habit than a rule,"
*Working on compiling the slideshow into a doc rn, btw.*
*Women be pretty like that (jives in Panromantic)*
*Okie dokie! Also, Jonah said he could help us with languages.*
*"He's hot, she's hot.. they're hot too! Why is everybody so hot???"*
*bet.*
*Women. Men. Nonbinary. Genderfluid. Demi's. Intersex..... They are beautiful people :)*
*Intersex though. chefs kiss*
*Here are my babies*
Lacai is coloring at a table. Is that a bite taken out of the blue crayon?...
Lilac is sunbathing on top of the tavern
Reese is cooking on a fire pit outside. the flames are hot and big.
Wenta is sat in the water, cross-legged and praying.
Alix, looking a bit bashful, walks over to Reese. He produces a tiny figurine he carved to look like her.
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Such a dark place, am I trapped in here? Is this real? I cannot remember There was a manuscript, it held a key A vicious cycle I must not surrender to Echo scenes to seek out, again and again.. Until I figure it out to bring this song to its end I will bring this song to its end
He shrugs "It allows me to get my anger out without hurting the person I am mad at." He fixes his sunglasses.
Such a dark place, am I trapped in here?
Is this real? I cannot remember
There was a manuscript, it held a key
A vicious cycle I must not surrender to
Echo scenes to seek out, again and again..
Until I figure it out to bring this song to its end
I will bring this song to its end
"Mine don't do the whole flamy bit"
"Well, i'd imagine it's due to your magic and not who you are." he says, "Like necromancers being edgy"
*Women. Men. Nonbinary. Genderfluid. Demi's. Intersex..... They are beautiful people :)*
Such a dark place, am I trapped in here?
Is this real? I cannot remember
There was a manuscript, it held a key
A vicious cycle I must not surrender to
Echo scenes to seek out, again and again..
Until I figure it out to bring this song to its end
I will bring this song to its end
"I.... " he pauses and shakes his head, "Nevermind, I'm not being dumb again."
"What are thsoe?" he tilts his head
"We're not too far from my tent" He says, shrugging.
"You're adorable." She says, snickering. "Marionette... Beautiful. I'm Wenta."
"Oh, right. I forgot. you cant dwink wiffout yours sippy, can you?" She throws back the shot and slaps her knee, cackling at her own joke.
"Don't do that, I got it hun..." She tries to take the plate from him
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S♡J
2-13-25
(I have acquired a half dozen games I know nothing about)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Every single one of you is comin' to my mind
Bring 'em all together, can you stack 'em in a line?
Jealousy is gonna be your failure, not mine
Winnin'-in'-in' (winnin'-in'-in')
“If you want to do that, just fight someone stronger than you. It’s just that easy.” He says, obviously goading him.
*Pulses are non required in the case of vampires*
*What are the games?*
“I thought all of us could do that. Huh.” He takes another swing before lighting the cigar.
“Not all necromancers are edgy, most of them are just lonely nerds more than anything, or that’s what I’ve seen.”
*Intersex though. chefs kiss*
*Here are my babies*
Lacai is coloring at a table. Is that a bite taken out of the blue crayon?...
Lilac is sunbathing on top of the tavern
Reese is cooking on a fire pit outside. the flames are hot and big.
Wenta is sat in the water, cross-legged and praying.
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S♡J
2-13-25
"No, you aren't. I want to know." He said.
"Like little guys you control."
Such a dark place, am I trapped in here?
Is this real? I cannot remember
There was a manuscript, it held a key
A vicious cycle I must not surrender to
Echo scenes to seek out, again and again..
Until I figure it out to bring this song to its end
I will bring this song to its end
*giga-ninjaed 😔*
*I’m sucker for aliens, the creepier and more inhuman the better. One that could shapeshifter though would be terrifying. So I vote that one.*
He raises a hand, putting them in a fireman carry, slapping their bottom “We’ll be there in a second.”
She nods “N-nice to meet you Wenta, you’re very beautiful too.” She shuffles closer to them.
He steels himself, pouring a shot before shooting it down in one gulp, immediately drunk from his lack of resistance. His eyes get heavier.
He sighs, giving the plate over to his wife reluctantly “Okay, here.” He stands next to her.
"No, it doesn't feel right to beat up someone else in the name of anger.." he sighs, folding his arms.
Such a dark place, am I trapped in here?
Is this real? I cannot remember
There was a manuscript, it held a key
A vicious cycle I must not surrender to
Echo scenes to seek out, again and again..
Until I figure it out to bring this song to its end
I will bring this song to its end
He shakes his head, "Wrong type of tiefling i guess"
"I feel like it depends on the type. As i said, it's more of a habit than a rule,"
"No, thoughts are bad" he huffs, "And it wouldn't go well anyways"
"Oh, then yes" he smiles warmly
Alix, looking a bit bashful, walks over to Reese. He produces a tiny figurine he carved to look like her.
Such a dark place, am I trapped in here?
Is this real? I cannot remember
There was a manuscript, it held a key
A vicious cycle I must not surrender to
Echo scenes to seek out, again and again..
Until I figure it out to bring this song to its end
I will bring this song to its end
*I'm just gonna head to bed. I need to get all this melatonin out of my system.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.