Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
Someone walks into the tavern, huge, barely under 8ft tall. Muscular. A Goliath in plate armor holding a steel kite shield and matching lance, with the same green eyes and freckles as Milo, though he's a cloud Goliath rather than a Storm one. He sits at the bar, making sure to get a fitting chair.
Merabelle wanders over, smiling at them. She has been preparing for her shift when she saw them in the back, standing next to them.
She raises a brow, slightly glancing over in interest.
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Max is wandering around with a sense of direction, stumbling a bit like a zombie. His entire left arm seems to be missing, ripped off of the bone but it doesn't seem to hurt him in the slightest.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
X is sitting in the back of the library reading up on diseases.
She raises a brow, glancing over. She turns and smiles, baring her sharp fangs.
X smiles back a bit, tapping his metal foot rapidly
She turns back to her coins, setting two stacks aside.
*The Fish Hunger, otherwise known as Funger, is very strong in these moments.*
*The Funger? That sounds a lot less intimidating when you know it means Fish Hunger. You can endure it my friend.*
*I have decided that my latest chef character is just a waiter. He aspires to be a chef, but he's afraid that people will scrutinize his background and species if he does. Also there is a glass ceiling for weirdos like him. He lives in a corrupt theocracy that does not like monstrous beings like him. You know, critters born of F E A R.*
*And I hope to see them soon, I hope you like playing them as well.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*The Fish Hunger, otherwise known as Funger, is very strong in these moments.*
*The Funger? That sounds a lot less intimidating when you know it means Fish Hunger. You can endure it my friend.*
*I have decided that my latest chef character is just a waiter. He aspires to be a chef, but he's afraid that people will scrutinize his background and species if he does. Also there is a glass ceiling for weirdos like him. He lives in a corrupt theocracy that does not like monstrous beings like him. You know, critters born of F E A R.*
*And I hope to see them soon, I hope you like playing them as well.*
KK is outside the warehouse, fully prepared for the planned vacation. Everything needed for the trip is packed, and she is accompanied by a single mannequin that is carrying all the luggage.
*Good morning Yvonne.*
Henry has packed everything he's needed, all into a single suitcase. Considering he doesn't own much, it was rather easy. He was waiting outside of the warehouse for her, and now is simply watching some birds.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He shakes his head. One eye flashes red. "Sorry, need to, ah, take a call."
He nods with a goofy smile. He sets down his tools and stretches a bit. "I'd say that's enough for the day." he sighs
She nods, walking to the bed and sitting down on it, looking at her cup of water.
She gives him a boop on the nose, smiling sharply herself as she sits back on her crate "Yep, you are cute. I'm sure of it now." She goes back to painting.
She can hear him talking to someone named Q. He sounds shaken and scared.
Leo is stunned, staring a bit at her. After a minute he snaps out of it, cleaning up his workshop.
She puts her ear to the door, trying to hear what they are talking about better.
She looks up to see them staring, and cracks a wider grin. She takes out her bolts, cleaning the blood off of them.
She can only hear his side. She hears him say, "No. No way that guy is coming here. No reason for him too...what do you mean he's coming for me?"
Leo focuses on his workshop and cleaning it up
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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.
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Max is wandering around with a sense of direction, stumbling a bit like a zombie. His entire left arm seems to be missing, ripped off of the bone but it doesn't seem to hurt him in the slightest.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
X is sitting in the back of the library reading up on diseases.
She raises a brow, glancing over. She turns and smiles, baring her sharp fangs.
X smiles back a bit, tapping his metal foot rapidly
She turns back to her coins, setting two stacks aside.
"Uhm...excuse me..." X says, walking over
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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.
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
Someone walks into the tavern, huge, barely under 8ft tall. Muscular. A Goliath in plate armor holding a steel kite shield and matching lance, with the same green eyes and freckles as Milo, though he's a cloud Goliath rather than a Storm one. He sits at the bar, making sure to get a fitting chair.
Merabelle wanders over, smiling at them. She has been preparing for her shift when she saw them in the back, standing next to them.
She raises a brow, slightly glancing over in interest.
Samaritan nods to her "Merabelle, good morning."
He turns to them, raising a brow of his own before turning back to his drink.
"Mornin' Samaritan." She returns the nod, holding up a cigar of her own as if asking for a light "How ya doin'?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Max is wandering around with a sense of direction, stumbling a bit like a zombie. His entire left arm seems to be missing, ripped off of the bone but it doesn't seem to hurt him in the slightest.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
X is sitting in the back of the library reading up on diseases.
She raises a brow, glancing over. She turns and smiles, baring her sharp fangs.
X smiles back a bit, tapping his metal foot rapidly
She turns back to her coins, setting two stacks aside.
"Uhm...excuse me..." X says, walking over
She looks back up, smiling "Hi hon, what can I do for you?"
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
Someone walks into the tavern, huge, barely under 8ft tall. Muscular. A Goliath in plate armor holding a steel kite shield and matching lance, with the same green eyes and freckles as Milo, though he's a cloud Goliath rather than a Storm one. He sits at the bar, making sure to get a fitting chair.
Merabelle wanders over, smiling at them. She has been preparing for her shift when she saw them in the back, standing next to them.
She raises a brow, slightly glancing over in interest.
Samaritan nods to her "Merabelle, good morning."
He turns to them, raising a brow of his own before turning back to his drink.
"Mornin' Samaritan." She returns the nod, holding up a cigar of her own as if asking for a light "How ya doin'?"
She continues counting her coins, tapping her foot against the floor.
He flicks ope his golden lighter and lights it for her.
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Max is wandering around with a sense of direction, stumbling a bit like a zombie. His entire left arm seems to be missing, ripped off of the bone but it doesn't seem to hurt him in the slightest.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
X is sitting in the back of the library reading up on diseases.
She raises a brow, glancing over. She turns and smiles, baring her sharp fangs.
X smiles back a bit, tapping his metal foot rapidly
She turns back to her coins, setting two stacks aside.
"Uhm...excuse me..." X says, walking over
She looks back up, smiling "Hi hon, what can I do for you?"
"I have a question.."
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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.
Ashi is in the tavern, sitting in the back library. She is counting coins and putting them in neat stacks on the table while she hums to herself. She is dressed in a button-up white shirt, a denim jacket with patches sewn on, and a pair of black leggings.
Max is wandering around with a sense of direction, stumbling a bit like a zombie. His entire left arm seems to be missing, ripped off of the bone but it doesn't seem to hurt him in the slightest.
Samaritan is outside, sitting on the loading dock of his restaurant. He is taking a break, smoking while watching folks pass by.
X is sitting in the back of the library reading up on diseases.
She raises a brow, glancing over. She turns and smiles, baring her sharp fangs.
X smiles back a bit, tapping his metal foot rapidly
She turns back to her coins, setting two stacks aside.
"Uhm...excuse me..." X says, walking over
She looks back up, smiling "Hi hon, what can I do for you?"
"I have a question.."
"What can I do for ya?" She asks, tilting her head.
She can only hear his side. She hears him say, "No. No way that guy is coming here. No reason for him too...what do you mean he's coming for me?"
Leo focuses on his workshop and cleaning it up
She waits for the conversation to finish before creaking the door open, walking out, and giving them a tight hug. After a while she looks up at them "Are you gonna be okay?"
Once she's done she helps where she can, taking off her combat boots, covered in mud.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She raises a brow, slightly glancing over in interest.
Samaritan nods to her "Merabelle, good morning."
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
She turns back to her coins, setting two stacks aside.
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
*And I hope to see them soon, I hope you like playing them as well.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
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*Good morning Yvonne.*
Henry has packed everything he's needed, all into a single suitcase. Considering he doesn't own much, it was rather easy. He was waiting outside of the warehouse for her, and now is simply watching some birds.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She can only hear his side. She hears him say, "No. No way that guy is coming here. No reason for him too...what do you mean he's coming for me?"
Leo focuses on his workshop and cleaning it up
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Uhm...excuse me..." X says, walking over
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He turns to them, raising a brow of his own before turning back to his drink.
"Mornin' Samaritan." She returns the nod, holding up a cigar of her own as if asking for a light "How ya doin'?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She looks back up, smiling "Hi hon, what can I do for you?"
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
*Has anyone ever made a zombie apocalypse thread in Adohand's kitchen?*
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She continues counting her coins, tapping her foot against the floor.
He flicks ope his golden lighter and lights it for her.
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
"I have a question.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What can I do for ya?" She asks, tilting her head.
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
She waits for the conversation to finish before creaking the door open, walking out, and giving them a tight hug. After a while she looks up at them "Are you gonna be okay?"
Once she's done she helps where she can, taking off her combat boots, covered in mud.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*well, i’m finally on, and ready for mauric to be sad*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Ruh roh.*
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
After a second he turns back, looking to them "Hey... do ya know Milo?" He asks, his accent just as heavy.
She takes a puff, blowing some smoke "Good seein' ya."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Mauric is gonna be sad? Why?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"What do you know about diseases."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm not sure, I've only been on here a year, there have been apocalypse threads, but I dont think there is a zombie one.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)