The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Merabelle and Rag are also watching the beatdown, Merabelle being held back by Rag to keep them from joining in on the fight themselves. They both shout their cheers among the rest of the workers, Rag shouting out martial arts move that would be even more devastating than the punches the man is already taking.
*Anybody here? If there are, do they want to roleplay for a little bit?*
*certainly, anyone you’d prefer to use today?*
*Maybe some of my DD characters, but anyone is on the table.*
*John and Heriot*
*Of course.*
John has somehow got caused up in an arm wrestling contest at the Inn. He didn’t want the participate, but now that he is, he’s beating everyone.
Heriot is getting herself something to eat, which means she in the forest hunting for something small, but a good amount of meat on it.
Malafasa is watching.
Riotan is putting the finishing touches on his reptilian vrock.
He sees them watching, and waves as he beats another person, crushing them with little effort.
Heriot runs into them, “Oh, hello again.” She says, seeing nothing nearby, and standing up.
She glowers at him. “Real nice. But I bet you can’t beat someone with four arms, can you?” She raises her wings slightly, revealing her second pair of limbs.
“Hiya!” Riotan grins at her.
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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.
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
Isaac sits down at the table next to his. Taking several lenses and assorted metal parts out of his back, he pulls out a journal with pages sticking out every which way and begins flipping through it
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Merabelle and Rag are also watching the beatdown, Merabelle being held back by Rag to keep them from joining in on the fight themselves. They both shout their cheers among the rest of the workers, Rag shouting out martial arts move that would be even more devastating than the punches the man is already taking.
"TAKE A BLOODY PICTURE OF MY FACE AGAIN YOU ARSE AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS! I WILL SEND YOUR SOUL HELL YOU MEWLING RAT TURD AND TURN YOU INTO ONE OF MY LEGIONS!" He snarls, standing up and kicking the man hard in the side.
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
Isaac sits down at the table next to his. Taking several lenses and assorted metal parts out of his back, he pulls out a journal with pages sticking out every which way and begins flipping through it
"Artificer?" The man asks, not looking up from his work or even looking I er at them.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Merabelle and Rag are also watching the beatdown, Merabelle being held back by Rag to keep them from joining in on the fight themselves. They both shout their cheers among the rest of the workers, Rag shouting out martial arts move that would be even more devastating than the punches the man is already taking.
"TAKE A BLOODY PICTURE OF MY FACE AGAIN YOU ARSE AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS! I WILL SEND YOUR SOUL HELL YOU MEWLING RAT TURD AND TURN YOU INTO ONE OF MY LEGIONS!" He snarls, standing up and kicking the man hard in the side.
Merabelle cackles, shouting “[GP] WITH THE BOSS YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!” As she tries to dive into the fight, claws and all, Rag catching her by the leg and pulling her back into the crowd, though he’s just as enthusiastic, but has more self control.
*Oh yeah, also replied on the pm if you want to finish that.*
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
Thirteen is close by, writing contemplatively, Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan comes over, a bit confused but always down for violence.
Suhou scampers over, very interested in the food.
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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.
*Anybody here? If there are, do they want to roleplay for a little bit?*
*certainly, anyone you’d prefer to use today?*
*Maybe some of my DD characters, but anyone is on the table.*
*John and Heriot*
*Of course.*
John has somehow got caused up in an arm wrestling contest at the Inn. He didn’t want the participate, but now that he is, he’s beating everyone.
Heriot is getting herself something to eat, which means she in the forest hunting for something small, but a good amount of meat on it.
Malafasa is watching.
Riotan is putting the finishing touches on his reptilian vrock.
He sees them watching, and waves as he beats another person, crushing them with little effort.
Heriot runs into them, “Oh, hello again.” She says, seeing nothing nearby, and standing up.
She glowers at him. “Real nice. But I bet you can’t beat someone with four arms, can you?” She raises her wings slightly, revealing her second pair of limbs.
“Hiya!” Riotan grins at her.
“I doubt that I can, but that won’t stop me from trying. If you want to challenge me too, let’s go.” He clears everyone else from the table, giving them enough room to arm wrestle with all four arms.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Merabelle and Rag are also watching the beatdown, Merabelle being held back by Rag to keep them from joining in on the fight themselves. They both shout their cheers among the rest of the workers, Rag shouting out martial arts move that would be even more devastating than the punches the man is already taking.
"TAKE A BLOODY PICTURE OF MY FACE AGAIN YOU ARSE AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS! I WILL SEND YOUR SOUL HELL YOU MEWLING RAT TURD AND TURN YOU INTO ONE OF MY LEGIONS!" He snarls, standing up and kicking the man hard in the side.
Merabelle cackles, shouting “[GP] WITH THE BOSS YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!” As she tries to dive into the fight, claws and all, Rag catching her by the leg and pulling her back into the crowd, though he’s just as enthusiastic, but has more self control.
*Oh yeah, also replied on the pm if you want to finish that.*
*Yep!*
Samaritan backs off to let them beat the every living (GP) out of the man. He snatches the cameras, quick to shatter it and the memory card.
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
Thirteen is close by, writing contemplatively, Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan comes over, a bit confused but always down for violence.
Suhou scampers over, very interested in the food.
"Wizard?" The man asks, not looking up from his paperwork or even turning to Thirteen.
"TAKE MY FRIGGIN PICTURE AGAIN YOU STUPID ARSE GOBSHITE!" Samaritan snarls and kicks the man hard. He snatches the camera and shatters it and the memory card.
Kelipso raises a brow and hands them a slice "Hey there."
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Merabelle and Rag are also watching the beatdown, Merabelle being held back by Rag to keep them from joining in on the fight themselves. They both shout their cheers among the rest of the workers, Rag shouting out martial arts move that would be even more devastating than the punches the man is already taking.
"TAKE A BLOODY PICTURE OF MY FACE AGAIN YOU ARSE AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS! I WILL SEND YOUR SOUL HELL YOU MEWLING RAT TURD AND TURN YOU INTO ONE OF MY LEGIONS!" He snarls, standing up and kicking the man hard in the side.
Merabelle cackles, shouting “[GP] WITH THE BOSS YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!” As she tries to dive into the fight, claws and all, Rag catching her by the leg and pulling her back into the crowd, though he’s just as enthusiastic, but has more self control.
*Oh yeah, also replied on the pm if you want to finish that.*
*Yep!*
Samaritan backs off to let them beat the every living (GP) out of the man. He snatches the cameras, quick to shatter it and the memory card.
Merabelle jumps at the opportunity, clawing and punching and stabbing with the blade of her tail into them with violent fury. Rag shakes his head and walks over to Samaritan “I trust that they earned what they are getting.” He seems slightly disappointed.
*Well, characters for the day. Also started playing the Last of Us. Might have to make a character inspired from there*
Theren is walking home from the shops, a bag of toys for his kids in hand.
Leo is working on Festus. he looks to be on the verge of passing out.
Isaac walks over "anything I can do to help out?"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Well, characters for the day. Also started playing the Last of Us. Might have to make a character inspired from there*
Theren is walking home from the shops, a bag of toys for his kids in hand.
*Sounds fun.*
They bump into Merabelle, who’s giving out food for those who can’t make any themselves. They smile down at Theren “Well hey there pardner.”
"Morning Merabelle." he says with a kind smile
She gives him a warm smile back, raising up her arm to reveal a still healing wound “Look at this, this one ain’t heal yet, I’ll have ta get ya back fer that.” She says in a friendly tone “Have ya had breakfast yet?”
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
Isaac sits down at the table next to his. Taking several lenses and assorted metal parts out of his back, he pulls out a journal with pages sticking out every which way and begins flipping through it
"Artificer?" The man asks, not looking up from his work or even looking I er at them.
"yep. got a client that i'm doing work for at the moment"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Well, characters for the day. Also started playing the Last of Us. Might have to make a character inspired from there*
Theren is walking home from the shops, a bag of toys for his kids in hand.
*Sounds fun.*
They bump into Merabelle, who’s giving out food for those who can’t make any themselves. They smile down at Theren “Well hey there pardner.”
"Morning Merabelle." he says with a kind smile
She gives him a warm smile back, raising up her arm to reveal a still healing wound “Look at this, this one ain’t heal yet, I’ll have ta get ya back fer that.” She says in a friendly tone “Have ya had breakfast yet?”
Theren smiles still. "yeah, already ate an' everythin."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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Merabelle and Rag are also watching the beatdown, Merabelle being held back by Rag to keep them from joining in on the fight themselves. They both shout their cheers among the rest of the workers, Rag shouting out martial arts move that would be even more devastating than the punches the man is already taking.
She glowers at him. “Real nice. But I bet you can’t beat someone with four arms, can you?” She raises her wings slightly, revealing her second pair of limbs.
“Hiya!” Riotan grins at her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Isaac sits down at the table next to his. Taking several lenses and assorted metal parts out of his back, he pulls out a journal with pages sticking out every which way and begins flipping through it
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Well, characters for the day. Also started playing the Last of Us. Might have to make a character inspired from there*
Theren is walking home from the shops, a bag of toys for his kids in hand.
Leo is working on Festus. he looks to be on the verge of passing out.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*hi!*
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 A BLOODY PICTURE OF MY FACE AGAIN YOU ARSE AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS! I WILL SEND YOUR SOUL HELL YOU MEWLING RAT TURD AND TURN YOU INTO ONE OF MY LEGIONS!" He snarls, standing up and kicking the man hard in the side.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Artificer?" The man asks, not looking up from his work or even looking I er at them.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Merabelle cackles, shouting “[GP] WITH THE BOSS YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS!” As she tries to dive into the fight, claws and all, Rag catching her by the leg and pulling her back into the crowd, though he’s just as enthusiastic, but has more self control.
*Oh yeah, also replied on the pm if you want to finish that.*
Thirteen is close by, writing contemplatively, Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan comes over, a bit confused but always down for violence.
Suhou scampers over, very interested in the food.
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 doubt that I can, but that won’t stop me from trying. If you want to challenge me too, let’s go.” He clears everyone else from the table, giving them enough room to arm wrestle with all four arms.
She smiles back at them “What are you doing?”
*Yep!*
Samaritan backs off to let them beat the every living (GP) out of the man. He snatches the cameras, quick to shatter it and the memory card.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Sounds fun.*
They bump into Merabelle, who’s giving out food for those who can’t make any themselves. They smile down at Theren “Well hey there pardner.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Morning Merabelle." he says with a kind smile
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Wizard?" The man asks, not looking up from his paperwork or even turning to Thirteen.
"TAKE MY FRIGGIN PICTURE AGAIN YOU STUPID ARSE GOBSHITE!" Samaritan snarls and kicks the man hard. He snatches the camera and shatters it and the memory card.
Kelipso raises a brow and hands them a slice "Hey there."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Merabelle jumps at the opportunity, clawing and punching and stabbing with the blade of her tail into them with violent fury. Rag shakes his head and walks over to Samaritan “I trust that they earned what they are getting.” He seems slightly disappointed.
Isaac walks over "anything I can do to help out?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
She gives him a warm smile back, raising up her arm to reveal a still healing wound “Look at this, this one ain’t heal yet, I’ll have ta get ya back fer that.” She says in a friendly tone “Have ya had breakfast yet?”
"yep. got a client that i'm doing work for at the moment"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Theren smiles still. "yeah, already ate an' everythin."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.