*Mornin. Forgive me if my tying is off today. I had a bad night and am exhausted*
Oliver is sitting outside staring off into space. His eye is still cloudy from yesterday's incident.
Henry is foraging for some food near his encampment in the woods. He holds some blackberries in his hands, examining them.
Merabelle is sitting nearby, still feeling terrible for not being able to protect them from being hurt like that.
He happened to build his encampment near to where Sparrow used to have his own, which leads to them seeing Henry while going for a walk “Oh, well hey there pardner.”
*Mornin. Forgive me if my tying is off today. I had a bad night and am exhausted*
Oliver is sitting outside staring off into space. His eye is still cloudy from yesterday's incident.
Henry is foraging for some food near his encampment in the woods. He holds some blackberries in his hands, examining them.
Merabelle is sitting nearby, still feeling terrible for not being able to protect them from being hurt like that.
He happened to build his encampment near to where Sparrow used to have his own, which leads to them seeing Henry while going for a walk “Oh, well hey there pardner.”
Oliver hums to himself, rocking a bit.
Henry looks up, putting the blackberries in a tin.
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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.
*Mornin. Forgive me if my tying is off today. I had a bad night and am exhausted*
Oliver is sitting outside staring off into space. His eye is still cloudy from yesterday's incident.
Henry is foraging for some food near his encampment in the woods. He holds some blackberries in his hands, examining them.
Merabelle is sitting nearby, still feeling terrible for not being able to protect them from being hurt like that.
He happened to build his encampment near to where Sparrow used to have his own, which leads to them seeing Henry while going for a walk “Oh, well hey there pardner.”
Oliver hums to himself, rocking a bit.
Henry looks up, putting the blackberries in a tin.
Merabelle sits next to them, passing them another sweater they’ve made for them, about the seventh now.
Sparrow walks over “Oh yeah those ‘re real poisonous. Learned that one the hard way. Yer the guy that was shootin’ at me a lil bit ago right?”
*Mornin. Forgive me if my tying is off today. I had a bad night and am exhausted*
Oliver is sitting outside staring off into space. His eye is still cloudy from yesterday's incident.
Henry is foraging for some food near his encampment in the woods. He holds some blackberries in his hands, examining them.
Merabelle is sitting nearby, still feeling terrible for not being able to protect them from being hurt like that.
He happened to build his encampment near to where Sparrow used to have his own, which leads to them seeing Henry while going for a walk “Oh, well hey there pardner.”
Oliver hums to himself, rocking a bit.
Henry looks up, putting the blackberries in a tin.
Merabelle sits next to them, passing them another sweater they’ve made for them, about the seventh now.
Sparrow walks over “Oh yeah those ‘re real poisonous. Learned that one the hard way. Yer the guy that was shootin’ at me a lil bit ago right?”
He idly takes it, putting it on.
"They wont be once I cook them down. And yeah, so what of it?"
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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.
*Mornin. Forgive me if my tying is off today. I had a bad night and am exhausted*
Oliver is sitting outside staring off into space. His eye is still cloudy from yesterday's incident.
Henry is foraging for some food near his encampment in the woods. He holds some blackberries in his hands, examining them.
Merabelle is sitting nearby, still feeling terrible for not being able to protect them from being hurt like that.
He happened to build his encampment near to where Sparrow used to have his own, which leads to them seeing Henry while going for a walk “Oh, well hey there pardner.”
Oliver hums to himself, rocking a bit.
Henry looks up, putting the blackberries in a tin.
Merabelle sits next to them, passing them another sweater they’ve made for them, about the seventh now.
Sparrow walks over “Oh yeah those ‘re real poisonous. Learned that one the hard way. Yer the guy that was shootin’ at me a lil bit ago right?”
He idly takes it, putting it on.
"They wont be once I cook them down. And yeah, so what of it?"
“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect ya Oliver.”
“Ah it ain’t nothin’, we’re square. Don’t think I got the chance ta shake yer hand befer.” He holds out a hand “Sparrow Valentine.”
*Mornin. Forgive me if my tying is off today. I had a bad night and am exhausted*
Oliver is sitting outside staring off into space. His eye is still cloudy from yesterday's incident.
Henry is foraging for some food near his encampment in the woods. He holds some blackberries in his hands, examining them.
Merabelle is sitting nearby, still feeling terrible for not being able to protect them from being hurt like that.
He happened to build his encampment near to where Sparrow used to have his own, which leads to them seeing Henry while going for a walk “Oh, well hey there pardner.”
Oliver hums to himself, rocking a bit.
Henry looks up, putting the blackberries in a tin.
Merabelle sits next to them, passing them another sweater they’ve made for them, about the seventh now.
Sparrow walks over “Oh yeah those ‘re real poisonous. Learned that one the hard way. Yer the guy that was shootin’ at me a lil bit ago right?”
He idly takes it, putting it on.
"They wont be once I cook them down. And yeah, so what of it?"
“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect ya Oliver.”
“Ah it ain’t nothin’, we’re square. Don’t think I got the chance ta shake yer hand befer.” He holds out a hand “Sparrow Valentine.”
"It's okay momma." he mumbles, still rocking back and forth.
"Henry Applegate." he says, shaking his hand
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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.
She looks where he’s looking “What’re ya tryin’ ta see out there Oliver?”
He smiles at them “Nice ta meet ya Henry.” He pats their shoulder.
"Nothing.."
He bristles when he gets pat on the shoulder.
She stops, looking back to them only more concerned, but trusting Oliver “Okay… I’m gonna make ya some breakfast, okay?”
He picks one of the berries from the bush “Do ya think these would go good with a cake ‘er some pancakes?”
He nods, rocking back and forth still.
"Dunno. Was gonna make a jam peserve."
She leaves, coming back a few minutes later with some eggs and jerky, placing the plate on their lap.
“How ‘bout you try that, I’ll try ‘em in some pancakes, an’ I get a buddy ta try an’ make some cake with them, an’ I get back on ya with how it goes?” He begins picking berries.
She looks where he’s looking “What’re ya tryin’ ta see out there Oliver?”
He smiles at them “Nice ta meet ya Henry.” He pats their shoulder.
"Nothing.."
He bristles when he gets pat on the shoulder.
She stops, looking back to them only more concerned, but trusting Oliver “Okay… I’m gonna make ya some breakfast, okay?”
He picks one of the berries from the bush “Do ya think these would go good with a cake ‘er some pancakes?”
He nods, rocking back and forth still.
"Dunno. Was gonna make a jam peserve."
She leaves, coming back a few minutes later with some eggs and jerky, placing the plate on their lap.
“How ‘bout you try that, I’ll try ‘em in some pancakes, an’ I get a buddy ta try an’ make some cake with them, an’ I get back on ya with how it goes?” He begins picking berries.
He is unresponsive, not even taking the plate. He stares into the distance, still rocking.
"Sounds good. Where ya from kid?"
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Tortured poet and writer
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*Good morning all of you, is anyone here? I may be dying, but I’ll probably not.*
*Mornin. Forgive me if my tying is off today. I had a bad night and am exhausted*
Theren is unhappily studying in the library. Piles of rune books surround him.
Helios is sitting inside the Inn with Toast, his rabbit. He is holding him close to try and stem his anxiety.
Oliver is sitting outside staring off into space. His eye is still cloudy from yesterday's incident.
Phoenix is making a scrapbook for his husband. Photos surround him with so many memories held in them.
Henry is foraging for some food near his encampment in the woods. He holds some blackberries in his hands, examining them.
Leo is putting his finishing touches on Festus, praying that this will work out this time.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Merabelle is sitting nearby, still feeling terrible for not being able to protect them from being hurt like that.
He happened to build his encampment near to where Sparrow used to have his own, which leads to them seeing Henry while going for a walk “Oh, well hey there pardner.”
*Guess what, out of all of us on here, you have been on the longest. I'm in second and Alaric is in third.*
isaac walks over "good morning"
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I'm aware of the madness
That has stained our air
So I paint all the darkness
And the wounds we must face
Oliver hums to himself, rocking a bit.
Henry looks up, putting the blackberries in a tin.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(been over 5 years since I made my account lol)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I'm aware of the madness
That has stained our air
So I paint all the darkness
And the wounds we must face
Merabelle sits next to them, passing them another sweater they’ve made for them, about the seventh now.
Sparrow walks over “Oh yeah those ‘re real poisonous. Learned that one the hard way. Yer the guy that was shootin’ at me a lil bit ago right?”
He idly takes it, putting it on.
"They wont be once I cook them down. And yeah, so what of it?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect ya Oliver.”
“Ah it ain’t nothin’, we’re square. Don’t think I got the chance ta shake yer hand befer.” He holds out a hand “Sparrow Valentine.”
"It's okay momma." he mumbles, still rocking back and forth.
"Henry Applegate." he says, shaking his hand
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cut for Theren.*
She looks where he’s looking “What’re ya tryin’ ta see out there Oliver?”
He smiles at them “Nice ta meet ya Henry.” He pats their shoulder.
"Nothing.."
He bristles when he gets pat on the shoulder.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(does anyone want to rp)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I'm aware of the madness
That has stained our air
So I paint all the darkness
And the wounds we must face
She stops, looking back to them only more concerned, but trusting Oliver “Okay… I’m gonna make ya some breakfast, okay?”
He picks one of the berries from the bush “Do ya think these would go good with a cake ‘er some pancakes?”
He nods, rocking back and forth still.
"Dunno. Was gonna make a jam peserve."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*you’re all good. glad to see you.*
Thirteen enters the library, holding quite a few mineral samples in his arms. “Are you quite well?”
Yod is nearby, building a tiny model of Toronto.
Loriche walks up behind him, looking excited. “I think you’ve got it this time!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She leaves, coming back a few minutes later with some eggs and jerky, placing the plate on their lap.
“How ‘bout you try that, I’ll try ‘em in some pancakes, an’ I get a buddy ta try an’ make some cake with them, an’ I get back on ya with how it goes?” He begins picking berries.
"I hate runes." he grumbles.
Phoenix looks up from his scrapbook and smiles a bit.
Leo nods, a manic look in his eyes. "Yes yes yes I think I do!!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He is unresponsive, not even taking the plate. He stares into the distance, still rocking.
"Sounds good. Where ya from kid?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.