"I grew up in the carnival industry too. My dad ran the house of horrors. Never met my mom." He checks to temperature on the chicken, then turns down the heat. "See, it's browning before it's fully cooked, which means the heat is too high."
He nods, happy to learn as well as talk about something else other than where he grew up, his guilt for what he did extremely evident, though they have no clue what he did “Oh really? I’m not much of a cook, I just do magic stuff.”
He sticks with the more comfortable subject. "Well, magic and cooking aren't too different. You can even combine the two if you like. I'm not very good at that, so I usually just don't."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*no one on discord is responding to my clever memes and it's damaging my self esteem*
*I would if I was there, but I don’t have discord.*
*all good. i was just exaggerating. want anyone for the roleplaying from me?*
*I would love to rp, if you would want to, who would you like?*
*i asked you first /j*
*Sersha and John?*
*Of course, here you go.*
Sersha is meditating while considering asking Malafasa out on a date to go hunt a giant scorpion. Sans swirling around her as she considers.
John is still kind of just living life, though he does seem a bit happier than he usually does. He’s not even bothered by the wound in his side leaking blood.
Malafasa lands gently behind her, watching.
Riotan is wandering about and notices him. "You gonna drink any of that?"
She feels the gentle breeze of her landing, and opens her eyes, smiling at them.
He looks over to them, and down to his side “Probably not a lot of it, I’ve got blood to spare.”
"Hi!" Birds can't really smile, but if they could, Mala definitely would be.
"Oh that's just wasteful then."
Sersha takes a deep breath, moving to her feet, bowing as she does before asking “Would you like to go on a date… some time?”
He puts a cup to the wound, filling it half up “Here, take it.”
“Y… yes.” Her eyes widen dramatically, and she nods fervently.
“Oh sweet!” He grabs the cup and bolts it down, then hands it back. “You want me to stitch it up when it clots?”
She seems surprised by how enthusiastic they are, “O-oh! Okay… when?”
“I know somebody else that can do it, but they’d probably want to experiment on me first, so sure.” He takes the cup.
"...I don't know. You're the one who asked."
"Oh? Who?"
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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.
"I grew up in the carnival industry too. My dad ran the house of horrors. Never met my mom." He checks to temperature on the chicken, then turns down the heat. "See, it's browning before it's fully cooked, which means the heat is too high."
He nods, happy to learn as well as talk about something else other than where he grew up, his guilt for what he did extremely evident, though they have no clue what he did “Oh really? I’m not much of a cook, I just do magic stuff.”
He sticks with the more comfortable subject. "Well, magic and cooking aren't too different. You can even combine the two if you like. I'm not very good at that, so I usually just don't."
“It sounds fun, though it’s not something I can do very well, not good at magic or cooking, but I’m trying to.” He looks at the chicken, “You are probably better at both than me, or at least one of them.”
He sticks with the more comfortable subject. "Well, magic and cooking aren't too different. You can even combine the two if you like. I'm not very good at that, so I usually just don't."
“It sounds fun, though it’s not something I can do very well, not good at magic or cooking, but I’m trying to.” He looks at the chicken, “You are probably better at both than me, or at least one of them.”
"All I can do with magic is make monsters, and they're kind of... they usually don't like me. So I don't make them last very long. Cooking is easier than magic. Or at least more intuitive to mortal minds."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sticks with the more comfortable subject. "Well, magic and cooking aren't too different. You can even combine the two if you like. I'm not very good at that, so I usually just don't."
“It sounds fun, though it’s not something I can do very well, not good at magic or cooking, but I’m trying to.” He looks at the chicken, “You are probably better at both than me, or at least one of them.”
"All I can do with magic is make monsters, and they're kind of... they usually don't like me. So I don't make them last very long. Cooking is easier than magic. Or at least more intuitive to mortal minds."
“Wow… you make monsters? That’s cool… even if they don’t like you… I can barely even control my magic at all, I’m just… scared sometimes, and I accidentally hurt people.”
"All I can do with magic is make monsters, and they're kind of... they usually don't like me. So I don't make them last very long. Cooking is easier than magic. Or at least more intuitive to mortal minds."
“Wow… you make monsters? That’s cool… even if they don’t like you… I can barely even control my magic at all, I’m just… scared sometimes, and I accidentally hurt people.”
"Well, maybe you can get someone who knows how to do it better, and ask them to teach you. My magic is pretty dangerous too. There's this angel thing that really wants to meet me, and if I try to create something that takes a while it might come through."
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He eventually gets up, walking over and hugging the creature.
They open their front arms and reciprocate the hug
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"You're far faster than I. But then again, there are two of you."
"Awww, you look so cute!~"
Mala turns, having just noticed her. "Oh. 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.
“You are something truly special, in this form as any other.”
He sticks with the more comfortable subject. "Well, magic and cooking aren't too different. You can even combine the two if you like. I'm not very good at that, so I usually just don't."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"...I don't know. You're the one who asked."
"Oh? Who?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Jobah.*
She holds out a hand to them, “How about… now?”
“Friend of mine named Paracelsus. She’s absolutely insane, love her.”
"Same as you" their tail curves inwards calmly
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“It sounds fun, though it’s not something I can do very well, not good at magic or cooking, but I’m trying to.” He looks at the chicken, “You are probably better at both than me, or at least one of them.”
"Sounds good..." She takes it. "What was the plan?"
"Heh. Sounds like fun."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*people please cut you Quote chains. I'm on cellular device RN*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"All I can do with magic is make monsters, and they're kind of... they usually don't like me. So I don't make them last very long. Cooking is easier than magic. Or at least more intuitive to mortal minds."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“We are going to do something my people used to do when going on dates, and hunt a giant scorpion.” She begins leaning them somewhere.
“They are fun, how are things going for you?”
“No, I mean what I said.” He smiles up at them, “I should continue my workout.”
“Wow… you make monsters? That’s cool… even if they don’t like you… I can barely even control my magic at all, I’m just… scared sometimes, and I accidentally hurt people.”
"There are giant scorpions around here?"
"Same as usual. As you've heard every time you've asked. Have you ever met Samaritan, by the way?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut w/ Jester*
It sits and pretty much spots them
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
”There are, but they usually don’t come out around strong people.” She leads them to a cave.
“Once, and we mainly talked about you. I wouldn’t call us friends, but we certainly are far from enemies.”
He doesn’t need it too much, but is still happy to just have them there.
"Well, maybe you can get someone who knows how to do it better, and ask them to teach you. My magic is pretty dangerous too. There's this angel thing that really wants to meet me, and if I try to create something that takes a while it might come through."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.