"Just some new designs for some armor." he says with a small smile.
The doctor clasps his hands behind his back. "As I said ma'am, they're free spirits. They need to be returned to their siblings now."
"I hope it goes well. Honey? That friend of yours, can I ask with he wanted you to do?"
She leans down, getting on one knee and looking at the kids, taking one of their hands each "Do yall wanna be 'returned' ta yer siblings?"
Leo sighs and sets down his pencil, hands shaking. "I'd rather not talk about the place he wanted me to go. Its a cursed place."
They shake their heads. The Doctor's hands twitch a bit as he snaps his fingers. "Children, come on now."
She clasps their hands in her own, looking them in the eyes "Then we won't talk about it. I've been to some places I don't... like to talk about either."
She hands the girl a small glowing rock, whispering to her "Use this, an' I'll come. Hide it, but go with 'em fer now. Okay?"
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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.'
"Just some new designs for some armor." he says with a small smile.
The doctor clasps his hands behind his back. "As I said ma'am, they're free spirits. They need to be returned to their siblings now."
"I hope it goes well. Honey? That friend of yours, can I ask with he wanted you to do?"
She leans down, getting on one knee and looking at the kids, taking one of their hands each "Do yall wanna be 'returned' ta yer siblings?"
Leo sighs and sets down his pencil, hands shaking. "I'd rather not talk about the place he wanted me to go. Its a cursed place."
They shake their heads. The Doctor's hands twitch a bit as he snaps his fingers. "Children, come on now."
She clasps their hands in her own, looking them in the eyes "Then we won't talk about it. I've been to some places I don't... like to talk about either."
She hands the girl a small glowing rock, whispering to her "Use this, an' I'll come. Hide it, but go with 'em fer now. Okay?"
He nods, looking tired.
The girl nods hiding it in a pocket of her dress. They go to The Doctor who leads them away.
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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.
In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
*If anyone wants to rp, I'm finally here. I know none of you were worried, but either way, I'm okay enough.*
*I worry every morning about each one of you guys*
*You also shouldn't worry about me, unless I'm almost die, but I haven't almost died in... over two weeks I think.*
*If you need someone to talk to about stuff, I’m here*
*I know man, and I love you for that, but I'm pretty sure I'm okay right now. Wanna rp?*
*certainly. John and Sersha?*
*Of course, here you go.*
John has taken on a new hobby, pot making. He isn't very good at it, and is currently taking the clay out of his armor, because he forgot to take it off in his first attempt, muttering to himself.
Sersha is practicing with her spear, her fighting style truly an art form, swaying like a snake in a sandstorm, untouchable, and yet, sharp. Her eyes are closed, lost in the sand's dance.
Rio shows up behind him. “Think I could help?”
Mala watches, sitting nearby, utterly entranced.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
The girl nods hiding it in a pocket of her dress. They go to The Doctor who leads them away.
"Have you had any breakfast yet?"
She goes along with her day, waiting for when they do use the sending stone, worried about them.
He shakes his head no.
Hours later a tiny voice is heard
She gets up, giving them a kiss on the cheek "We can't have that. I need my boyfriend to stay big and strong." She say with a smile, walking back over to the kitchen, beginning to make them something.
She listens closely to the small voice, beginning to walk into the woods.
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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.'
In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
A man in a white coat walks up. He has a black and white mask, like a yin and yang sign. He examines the carriage from the outside, curious
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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.
The girl nods hiding it in a pocket of her dress. They go to The Doctor who leads them away.
"Have you had any breakfast yet?"
She goes along with her day, waiting for when they do use the sending stone, worried about them.
He shakes his head no.
Hours later a tiny voice is heard
She gets up, giving them a kiss on the cheek "We can't have that. I need my boyfriend to stay big and strong." She say with a smile, walking back over to the kitchen, beginning to make them something.
She listens closely to the small voice, beginning to walk into the woods.
Leo nods and smiles, continuing to work.
"Help. Us." is repeated over and 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.
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
They are about to do something but a man in a white coat walks up. He has a black and white mask, like a yin and yang sign. "Sorry. They ran off from their group." the man says
*oh god i missed this im sorry*
“Fair enough.” He shrugs, continuing to admire the mask. “What are you reading?”
”…” Now Yod’s just confused.
*All good*
"Just folklore.."
"You look confused sir." the man says
“Oh? Of what origin?”
He shrugs again. “I don’t know. I’m just passing by.”
"Celtic."
The doctor snaps his fingers. "Come now children." he says. The kids hide behind Yod
“Ah, very nice. Did you know the Lord of the Rings was inspired by the myth of Nuada?”
Yod has no clue how he got wrapped up in this but is definitely not going to make the kids go with this dude. He takes his bow off his shoulder nonchalantly. “I don’t think they want to, sir.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me 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
In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
A man in a white coat walks up. He has a black and white mask, like a yin and yang sign. He examines the carriage from the outside, curious
There sounds like coughing coming from inside, followed by humming.
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
They are about to do something but a man in a white coat walks up. He has a black and white mask, like a yin and yang sign. "Sorry. They ran off from their group." the man says
*oh god i missed this im sorry*
“Fair enough.” He shrugs, continuing to admire the mask. “What are you reading?”
”…” Now Yod’s just confused.
*All good*
"Just folklore.."
"You look confused sir." the man says
“Oh? Of what origin?”
He shrugs again. “I don’t know. I’m just passing by.”
"Celtic."
The doctor snaps his fingers. "Come now children." he says. The kids hide behind Yod
“Ah, very nice. Did you know the Lord of the Rings was inspired by the myth of Nuada?”
Yod has no clue how he got wrapped up in this but is definitely not going to make the kids go with this dude. He takes his bow off his shoulder nonchalantly. “I don’t think they want to, sir.”
"I dont know what that is man. You know I don't do multiversal travel."
The Doctors hand twitches. "They need to come back home. Their brother and sister are missing them."
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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.
In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
A man in a white coat walks up. He has a black and white mask, like a yin and yang sign. He examines the carriage from the outside, curious
There sounds like coughing coming from inside, followed by humming.
The Doctor knocks on the door lightly
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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She clasps their hands in her own, looking them in the eyes "Then we won't talk about it. I've been to some places I don't... like to talk about either."
She hands the girl a small glowing rock, whispering to her "Use this, an' I'll come. Hide it, but go with 'em fer now. Okay?"
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.)
He nods, looking tired.
The girl nods hiding it in a pocket of her dress. They go to The Doctor who leads them away.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Have you had any breakfast yet?"
She goes along with her day, waiting for when they do use the sending stone, worried about 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.)
In the quiet embrace of night, a whimsically transformed carriage has materialized, seemingly from the realm of dreams. It stands as a charming mobile abode, drawn by a magnificent shire horse whose powerful frame looms large, contentedly nibbling from a burlap feed sack that dangles by its neck. The door of the carriage swings open, releasing a gentle plume of fragrant cannabis smoke that mingles enticingly with the savory aroma of bacon sizzling somewhere within.
The carriage itself is a vibrant spectacle, adorned in a tapestry of sunlit yellow, deep rose, and fresh grass green, each hue bursting with life. Painted depictions of joyous figures seem to dance along the exterior, their limbs outstretched in ecstatic praise of a colossal, unblinking eye that gazes down from the heavens.
From inside, the rich notes of an old tune emerge, the sound crackling faintly from a vintage gramophone, adding a nostalgic charm to the scene. The combination of lively sights and savory scents creates an enchanting atmosphere, inviting passersby to pause and step into this whimsical world.
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 shakes his head no.
Hours later a tiny voice is heard
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Rio shows up behind him. “Think I could help?”
Mala watches, sitting nearby, utterly entranced.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
She gets up, giving them a kiss on the cheek "We can't have that. I need my boyfriend to stay big and strong." She say with a smile, walking back over to the kitchen, beginning to make them something.
She listens closely to the small voice, beginning to walk into the woods.
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.)
A man in a white coat walks up. He has a black and white mask, like a yin and yang sign. He examines the carriage from the outside, curious
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leo nods and smiles, continuing to work.
"Help. Us." is repeated over and over
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He doesn't even seem startled, just tired "If you can get inbetween the plates, I'd be thankful."
With each sway of the wind she changes direction as if part of it herself, her spear cuts through the air, she twists and coils with every step.
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.)
(does anyone want to rp?)
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
Later she puts down a breakfast burrito in front of them, steaming hot.
She begins heading towards where the message is sent from, sprinting towards there.
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.)
*If you want to I'm down.*
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.)
He smiles up at her. "Thanks hon."
She arrives at a small brick building in the woods.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Ah, very nice. Did you know the Lord of the Rings was inspired by the myth of Nuada?”
Yod has no clue how he got wrapped up in this but is definitely not going to make the kids go with this dude. He takes his bow off his shoulder nonchalantly. “I don’t think they want to, sir.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
(you want to rp Theren?)
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
There sounds like coughing coming from inside, followed by humming.
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
(hi wendo)
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
"I dont know what that is man. You know I don't do multiversal travel."
The Doctors hand twitches. "They need to come back home. Their brother and sister are missing them."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The Doctor knocks on the door lightly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.