“No one, no matter how hard they try will ever be a ‘good’ hero. The fact that you’re trying makes you good enough. Even I know that.” He says with a smile.
"Mn, I was never good. Not a good actor, not a good hero.." he sighs and stands up, rolling his neck "Which is why I have to do better."
“Ah the art of constant improvement, now that’s something I can get behind, fighting until I stand at the pinnacle of strength, leaving even the gods behind.”
"Something of the sort I suppose." He laughs "Have you been here long?"
“I’ve been here a while but I wouldn’t say a long time, how about you?”
Geralt is nearby, because he can’t be too far from it because of the chain.
“Say, that doesn’t hurt or burn or anything, does it? The chain’s dense but I’m not sure if that’d be enough exactly.”
“I don’t feel anything but the chain against my skin, and the chain just feels as cold as always. It’s strange.”
“Okay. I’m nearly done. Just need to finish the edge, but I’m sure you can whet it yourself.”
“If I remember correctly I will, thank you for this, though I lack the blade will stay intact, based on what must have broken it last time.”
“Oh by the way, what caused that?”
“I… was fighting something, something old and powerful, I can’t remember what.”
“Well if I see it, I’ll smack it up properly.” She lifts the blade up and hands it back to Geralt. “Should be good as new, hopefully…”
He takes the blade, which begins to glow red hot as the metal attaches to the broken parts truly, somehow returning to the blade it once was, and with it, memories into Geralt’s mind.
He cackles again, putting them down at their tent “That sounds like a challenge.”
She stands up, pointing to the Lord’s Rest Inn “I think that’s a tavern over there. And the food is good from what I hear.”
He mumbles at her, enjoying her presence as much as he can after drinking those, snuggle slightly.
He finishes the job “Oh, and did you know our toaster is waterproof? Says it on the back.” He puts the plates next to the sink.
"I know where all the major arteries are, don't try me." They disappear inside the tent
"But I don't have money, Schun Alta." She says, sighing. [Beautiful (Female) Human]
"I'm gonna eat you up, Tony. Lil cutie.." She says, hiccuping.
She cracks the plate she's drying, eye twitching. "Ex-f[GP]ing-scuse me? You did not."
He patiently waits outside, already having a smoke ready as he flips a hell portal coin.
“I’ve got money… if you want me to buy you something to eat.” She says, shifting in place.
He grumbles, putting his face into her fur, smiling as much as he can.
He steps back, holding up his hands “Wait, wait, don’t get mad, I regret it now. I shouldn’t have ever thought of it.”
They don't wait long, as he doesn't have much to move. "Hey." he says, walking out with one bag.
"Oh, okay. Wow, you're wiggly, like a little one, hehe." She chuckles, holding their head. "So... Now?"
"You better get into bed, man... you're trashed"
"What the hell is your problem? You have a wife, a kid, and a future son in law who all love you! I told you what would happen if you pulled something like this again. I just cant trust you anymore. I'm gonna have to get the front pack sling out, aren't I?"
He flips the coin, opening the portal “Welp we should get going.” He backflips inside.
She nods, beginning to walk towards the Lord’s Rest Inn, expecting them to follow.
“No… I can go all night… I’ve got endurance.” He says drunken, definitely not able to.
He holds his hands higher “I am so sorry, I won’t do it again, I promise, you don’t have to do anything, it won’t happen again. I swear.” He says, falling to his knees, hands together “Forgive me.”
"Geronimo..." he says weakly, walking in.
She follows alright, just at a different pace, and in a quadrupedal form.
"Right, and you're also pregnant." she sighs, picking him up.
"Not gonna work this time, Damian. I ought to put you in a padded cell, but now you're getting the backpack leash."
This time the fall seems to be longer, only by a few seconds, but longer.
She opens the door for them, ordering them something good to eat.
He looks drunkenly confused “I’m going to have a baby?!” He hugs them.
He lowers his head and hands in shame “I’m sorry, I deserve it.”
He lands with poise and a grunt. "That felt longer... New place?"
After she eats, she smiles wide, hugging Mary and handing them a shell.
"No, dummy. Let's go to bed, 'kay?..."
(Back-pack leash kid Damian is not something I imagined at the start of this) With the leash attached, he cant go more than 8 feet away from her, though its a spiritual tether to avoid tangling,
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“No one, no matter how hard they try will ever be a ‘good’ hero. The fact that you’re trying makes you good enough. Even I know that.” He says with a smile.
"Mn, I was never good. Not a good actor, not a good hero.." he sighs and stands up, rolling his neck "Which is why I have to do better."
“Ah the art of constant improvement, now that’s something I can get behind, fighting until I stand at the pinnacle of strength, leaving even the gods behind.”
"Something of the sort I suppose." He laughs "Have you been here long?"
“I’ve been here a while but I wouldn’t say a long time, how about you?”
Geralt is nearby, because he can’t be too far from it because of the chain.
“Say, that doesn’t hurt or burn or anything, does it? The chain’s dense but I’m not sure if that’d be enough exactly.”
“I don’t feel anything but the chain against my skin, and the chain just feels as cold as always. It’s strange.”
“Okay. I’m nearly done. Just need to finish the edge, but I’m sure you can whet it yourself.”
“If I remember correctly I will, thank you for this, though I lack the blade will stay intact, based on what must have broken it last time.”
“Oh by the way, what caused that?”
“I… was fighting something, something old and powerful, I can’t remember what.”
“Well if I see it, I’ll smack it up properly.” She lifts the blade up and hands it back to Geralt. “Should be good as new, hopefully…”
He takes the blade, which begins to glow red hot as the metal attaches to the broken parts truly, somehow returning to the blade it once was, and with it, memories into Geralt’s mind.
“So is it as you hoped?”
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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.
He lays down on the bed, putting his wet shirt to the side “Nope, that happens with more time going. It’ll stop eventually.”
She takes the shell, hugging them back despite her shyness.
He nods “Okay… I’ll go to bed with you.” He says, looking to them.
He doesn’t resist against the tether, rather just standing next to his wife, not willing to risk hurting her when hurting himself, clinging to her tightly “Sorry.”
Geralt is nearby, because he can’t be too far from it because of the chain.
“Say, that doesn’t hurt or burn or anything, does it? The chain’s dense but I’m not sure if that’d be enough exactly.”
“I don’t feel anything but the chain against my skin, and the chain just feels as cold as always. It’s strange.”
“Okay. I’m nearly done. Just need to finish the edge, but I’m sure you can whet it yourself.”
“If I remember correctly I will, thank you for this, though I lack the blade will stay intact, based on what must have broken it last time.”
“Oh by the way, what caused that?”
“I… was fighting something, something old and powerful, I can’t remember what.”
“Well if I see it, I’ll smack it up properly.” She lifts the blade up and hands it back to Geralt. “Should be good as new, hopefully…”
He takes the blade, which begins to glow red hot as the metal attaches to the broken parts truly, somehow returning to the blade it once was, and with it, memories into Geralt’s mind.
“So is it as you hoped?”
He puts the blade to his side, shattering the next metal with his knee “Yeah we can’t have that coming here.” He looks seriously concerned.
Thirteen isn’t anywhere around, but the door to his room is ajar and a strange silvery light shines from out of the crack.
Mauric is styling the fur on his ears and humming idly, sitting on the roof with his legs dangling.
Loriche is fixing Geralt’s blade.
Riotan is making bad decisions.
Vitroze has their first new case, a simple breaking and entering plaintiff.
Stroth appears behind Riotan, giggling madly "Sparrow says he is gonna help me find out who you liiiiiike!!!"
He puts down the peyote and turns around, sighing. “I bet he’ll help a ton, won’t he?”
"Huh?" She raises a brow but shrugs "I wanna help you get that person you like!!!"
“I want you to tell me who this friend of yours is.” He boops her nose.
"Friend?" She blinks "You?"
“No I meant the one you said who likes me.”
"Oh, right! Well, you tell me who you like and I'll tell you who likes you okay? A fair exchange. No lies, no tricks." She grins.
“Fffffffffffffffine. It’s, uh… Samaritan…” He sighs, putting up an impeccable veneer of embarrassment.
She curses, thinking for a moment "Well the gal that likes you is Merabelle. Kinda like me, part of Sparrow's crew."
“Oh come on, that’s all? I knew that already!” He giggles. “That information wasn’t worth all the trouble…”
"I'm a nosy (GP)! I have to know!!" She hisses.
“Alright alright.” He throws the cacti aside and grins. “Anyway, what’s up?”
"Bored, wanna be bored with someone else so I'm not bored alone." She grins, baring sharp teeth.
“Girl, you just put my life to words.” He chuckles.
"I want to like... Create a ton of smoke bombs and flood the streets with them so people freak out or something." She cackles "Or burn down one house and blame it on like... A really old man."
“No one, no matter how hard they try will ever be a ‘good’ hero. The fact that you’re trying makes you good enough. Even I know that.” He says with a smile.
"Mn, I was never good. Not a good actor, not a good hero.." he sighs and stands up, rolling his neck "Which is why I have to do better."
“Ah the art of constant improvement, now that’s something I can get behind, fighting until I stand at the pinnacle of strength, leaving even the gods behind.”
"Something of the sort I suppose." He laughs "Have you been here long?"
“I’ve been here a while but I wouldn’t say a long time, how about you?”
"A few weeks, like... Three at most." He thinks.
“Ah, so I think I might have been here longer than you. That’s kinda crazy.” He says with a smile, chuckling.
Geralt is nearby, because he can’t be too far from it because of the chain.
“Say, that doesn’t hurt or burn or anything, does it? The chain’s dense but I’m not sure if that’d be enough exactly.”
“I don’t feel anything but the chain against my skin, and the chain just feels as cold as always. It’s strange.”
“Okay. I’m nearly done. Just need to finish the edge, but I’m sure you can whet it yourself.”
“If I remember correctly I will, thank you for this, though I lack the blade will stay intact, based on what must have broken it last time.”
“Oh by the way, what caused that?”
“I… was fighting something, something old and powerful, I can’t remember what.”
“Well if I see it, I’ll smack it up properly.” She lifts the blade up and hands it back to Geralt. “Should be good as new, hopefully…”
He takes the blade, which begins to glow red hot as the metal attaches to the broken parts truly, somehow returning to the blade it once was, and with it, memories into Geralt’s mind.
“So is it as you hoped?”
He puts the blade to his side, shattering the next metal with his knee “Yeah we can’t have that coming here.” He looks seriously concerned.
She watches, very concerned. “Can’t be THAT bad, right…?”
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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.
“No one, no matter how hard they try will ever be a ‘good’ hero. The fact that you’re trying makes you good enough. Even I know that.” He says with a smile.
"Mn, I was never good. Not a good actor, not a good hero.." he sighs and stands up, rolling his neck "Which is why I have to do better."
“Ah the art of constant improvement, now that’s something I can get behind, fighting until I stand at the pinnacle of strength, leaving even the gods behind.”
"Something of the sort I suppose." He laughs "Have you been here long?"
“I’ve been here a while but I wouldn’t say a long time, how about you?”
"A few weeks, like... Three at most." He thinks.
“Ah, so I think I might have been here longer than you. That’s kinda crazy.” He says with a smile, chuckling.
He nods "Care to continue this conversation in the tavern where I'm not freezing to death?"
“Oh come on, that’s all? I knew that already!” He giggles. “That information wasn’t worth all the trouble…”
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’ve been here a while but I wouldn’t say a long time, how about you?”
He takes the blade, which begins to glow red hot as the metal attaches to the broken parts truly, somehow returning to the blade it once was, and with it, memories into Geralt’s mind.
*hey salem want to rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Welp, I might have to go soon.*
He lands with poise and a grunt. "That felt longer... New place?"
After she eats, she smiles wide, hugging Mary and handing them a shell.
"No, dummy. Let's go to bed, 'kay?..."
(Back-pack leash kid Damian is not something I imagined at the start of this) With the leash attached, he cant go more than 8 feet away from her, though its a spiritual tether to avoid tangling,
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Sanctuary]
"I'm a nosy (GP)! I have to know!!" She hisses.
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
"A few weeks, like... Three at most." He thinks.
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
“Alright alright.” He throws the cacti aside and grins. “Anyway, what’s 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.
"Bored, wanna be bored with someone else so I'm not bored alone." She grins, baring sharp teeth.
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
“So is it as you hoped?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hoi, am back*
*cut for wendi*
He nods, "I'm alright"
Georgie continues for a bit before he unfolds the paper dolls
“Girl, you just put my life to words.” He chuckles.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Salem.*
He lays down on the bed, putting his wet shirt to the side “Nope, that happens with more time going. It’ll stop eventually.”
She takes the shell, hugging them back despite her shyness.
He nods “Okay… I’ll go to bed with you.” He says, looking to them.
He doesn’t resist against the tether, rather just standing next to his wife, not willing to risk hurting her when hurting himself, clinging to her tightly “Sorry.”
He chuckles "You said you would tell me. I am waiting."
"Does that take away their life?" Yuri asks, genuinely curious.
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
He puts the blade to his side, shattering the next metal with his knee “Yeah we can’t have that coming here.” He looks seriously concerned.
"I want to like... Create a ton of smoke bombs and flood the streets with them so people freak out or something." She cackles "Or burn down one house and blame it on like... A really old man."
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.
“Ah, so I think I might have been here longer than you. That’s kinda crazy.” He says with a smile, chuckling.
She watches, very concerned. “Can’t be THAT bad, right…?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods "Care to continue this conversation in the tavern where I'm not freezing to death?"
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"So don't worry Tom, the sun will shine even into a heap of twigs." - Ahti.