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.
"Y-yeah. I'm ok..." he hesitates. "Do you know what your sickness is called?"
"T-thanks..." he mumbles, hanging up some tools
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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.
A purple haired girl is browsing the fiction section
Isaac's bird lands in front of him
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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
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.
"Y-yeah. I'm ok..." he hesitates. "Do you know what your sickness is called?"
"T-thanks..." he mumbles, hanging up some tools
She shakes her head, looking up at them "Are you lying? You don't look okay, you promised me you'd be okay. I wanna help."
"Least I could do, I am staying here after all." She puts up everything she can with their direction.
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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 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.
"Y-yeah. I'm ok..." he hesitates. "Do you know what your sickness is called?"
"T-thanks..." he mumbles, hanging up some tools
She shakes her head, looking up at them "Are you lying? You don't look okay, you promised me you'd be okay. I wanna help."
"Least I could do, I am staying here after all." She puts up everything she can with their direction.
"I'm not kiddo, promise."
After the workshop is cleaned up, Leo starts to make some breakfast
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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.
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.
*How are you today, friend?*
She walks up to beside him, looking up at the trees to watch the birds as well, the mannequin shambling over a few seconds after. She takes his hand, gesturing to the general direction of the Rippling Court's entrance with another. "Shall we?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Omori is sitting outside the Inn, whittling a large branch from a maple tree using her dagger.
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.
She feels Isaac's bird watching her work
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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
"None of your business honey." She said, narrowing her eyes.
"Not good.. Lost a lot.." he sighs.
"Hmm, really? And why's that?" He turns his chair, leaning back in it.
"Do ya need any help? I can money ta spare, Omori an' Oliver'll be fine, I can work the difference."
"Because how do I know you ain't gonna do something bad to 'im?" She snarls, baring her fangs.
"No, I have money and income from the restaurant. Still have my 'apartment' and my dogs. Still have my legions and weaponry. Still have my title. But he took everything else."
"Y-yeah. I'm ok..." he hesitates. "Do you know what your sickness is called?"
"T-thanks..." he mumbles, hanging up some tools
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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 shrugs "Who wants to know huh?"
"Good to see you as well." He smiles under his mask.
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
*his best friend aside from his husband died*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
She shakes her head, looking up at them "Are you lying? You don't look okay, you promised me you'd be okay. I wanna help."
"Least I could do, I am staying here after all." She puts up everything she can with their direction.
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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*Oh really, I can't believe that happened. How terrible.*
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.)
"I'm not kiddo, promise."
After the workshop is cleaned up, Leo starts to make some breakfast
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"One of his older brothers. I'll take that as a yes. How do you know him?"
"How'd the whole... thingy go?" She asks, smiling back at them.
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 squints for a moment, before nodding "Okay."
She decides to help, trying not to get in their way "Do you have any eggs?"
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.)
"None of your business honey." She said, narrowing her eyes.
"Not good.. Lost a lot.." he sighs.
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
"How about you go play? I gotta go handle something."
"Yeah, in the fridge," he says, carmelizing some onions.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hmm, really? And why's that?" He turns his chair, leaning back in it.
"Do ya need any help? I can money ta spare, Omori an' Oliver'll be fine, I can work the difference."
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.)
*YOU WERE THE ONE WHO DID IT*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
She slowly nods, going outside to go play while they handle something. Though she does try to see what they are doing first. Stealth:13
She grabs some eggs, beginning to cook them up "How do you like them?"
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.)
*How are you today, friend?*
She walks up to beside him, looking up at the trees to watch the birds as well, the mannequin shambling over a few seconds after. She takes his hand, gesturing to the general direction of the Rippling Court's entrance with another. "Shall we?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Oh? Did I? How unfortunate indeed. I wonder how he will be mourned, or if he's immediately revived.*
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 feels Isaac's bird watching her work
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
"Because how do I know you ain't gonna do something bad to 'im?" She snarls, baring her fangs.
"No, I have money and income from the restaurant. Still have my 'apartment' and my dogs. Still have my legions and weaponry. Still have my title. But he took everything else."
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
He sees her following and frowns. He kneels in front of her. "Tresa...go play..."
"Whatever you like, I don't really care." he says with a shrug
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.