"Give what ya get~" hinven Snickers. "Well, how about we learn together?"
He chuckles softly, putting his mop over his shoulders "I would love to, I'm not working right now anyway."
"let's go then.. maybe find someplace with alchohol." she takes their hand
He smiles and begins to lead them to the Inn, floating on his flaming mop all the way.
*I know you like her, but I want others to have a chance, too.*
"So, are you like an offbrand witch?" Hinven points to the mop
*I know, I will try my best not to take the chance for myself.*
He chuckles at that "Harsh, no. I'm a fire fighter, Captain of my division."
"We'll be careful not to cause you any extra work." Cedin reassures him.
“Not the kind that stops house fires, more the kind that stops spontaneous human internal combustion. I kill Infernals.” He says, walking inside, ordering some Sake.
*A furry Shark or snake who was kicked out of their village because they were gender conforming (They are female to male) and we're run out of town under the idea that if they didn't comform, they would be hung or shot. They grew to have a hatred for themselves but, because of some real strong empathy, they decided to pursue a degree in surgery and medicine so they could provide help to those who weren't original gender conforming. They became a practicing surgeon to allow others to access gender affirmative medication while also providing surgeries for those who wish to have top, bottom, or both surgeries.*
Sitting at the bar is a fuzzy fellow. They look to be a cross between a ferret, the patterning on their fur and coloration, and a shark, which is evident from their powerful tail that extends from their backside and sharp, triangle shaped teeth that protrude from their mouth. Their hair, which is a stark platinum blonde coloration compared to their fur, which is brown and cream colored, is long and tied back in a ponytail.
They wear a white button up dress shirt, the sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up for better arm movement, an unbuttoned brown vest with dull black buttons, a pair of brown slacks, and similar shoes. Their rounded ears flick a bit, pierced with studs made of pearl. They fidget with name badge, decorated with the stickers of the trans flag and their pronouns [HE/HIM] scrawled in the corner with a pencil. The name "Edward" is embolded on the tag in blocky print.
They set the badge aside, ordering a drink from the bartender. The bartender makes an off comment joke about how they already look hungover which earns them a glare from Edward. They set down the drink before him and scurry off to help someone else. Edward rakes the drinks and knocks it back without even sipping it. He grumbles as he sets the glass down, propping up his head on his paw, staring at the wood of the bar.
*The music i used for inspiration was Loser by Neoni.*
Sitting at the bar is a fuzzy fellow. They look to be a cross between a ferret, the patterning on their fur and coloration, and a shark, which is evident from their powerful tail that extends from their backside and sharp, triangle shaped teeth that protrude from their mouth. Their hair, which is a stark platinum blonde coloration compared to their fur, which is brown and cream colored, is long and tied back in a ponytail.
They wear a white button up dress shirt, the sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up for better arm movement, an unbuttoned brown vest with dull black buttons, a pair of brown slacks, and similar shoes. Their rounded ears flick a bit, pierced with studs made of pearl. They fidget with name badge, decorated with the stickers of the trans flag and their pronouns [HE/HIM] scrawled in the corner with a pencil. The name "Edward" is embolded on the tag in blocky print.
They set the badge aside, ordering a drink from the bartender. The bartender makes an off comment joke about how they already look hungover which earns them a glare from Edward. They set down the drink before him and scurry off to help someone else. Edward rakes the drinks and knocks it back without even sipping it. He grumbles as he sets the glass down, propping up his head on his paw, staring at the wood of the bar.
*The music i used for inspiration was Loser by Neoni.*
"Give what ya get~" hinven Snickers. "Well, how about we learn together?"
He chuckles softly, putting his mop over his shoulders "I would love to, I'm not working right now anyway."
"let's go then.. maybe find someplace with alchohol." she takes their hand
He smiles and begins to lead them to the Inn, floating on his flaming mop all the way.
*I know you like her, but I want others to have a chance, too.*
"So, are you like an offbrand witch?" Hinven points to the mop
*I know, I will try my best not to take the chance for myself.*
He chuckles at that "Harsh, no. I'm a fire fighter, Captain of my division."
"We'll be careful not to cause you any extra work." Cedin reassures him.
“Not the kind that stops house fires, more the kind that stops spontaneous human internal combustion. I kill Infernals.” He says, walking inside, ordering some Sake.
*Sorry if it seems I’m trying to be selfish.*
*A bit. you got a lot of mine, heh.*
"Oh..." All heads say in unison. "Infernals as in demons?.."
“Not demons, technically dead people.” He begins drinking, raising an eyebrow “Are you three demons?”
*It has been unintentional most of the time. Sorry.*
Sitting at the bar is a fuzzy fellow. They look to be a cross between a ferret, the patterning on their fur and coloration, and a shark, which is evident from their powerful tail that extends from their backside and sharp, triangle shaped teeth that protrude from their mouth. Their hair, which is a stark platinum blonde coloration compared to their fur, which is brown and cream colored, is long and tied back in a ponytail.
They wear a white button up dress shirt, the sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up for better arm movement, an unbuttoned brown vest with dull black buttons, a pair of brown slacks, and similar shoes. Their rounded ears flick a bit, pierced with studs made of pearl. They fidget with name badge, decorated with the stickers of the trans flag and their pronouns [HE/HIM] scrawled in the corner with a pencil. The name "Edward" is embolded on the tag in blocky print.
They set the badge aside, ordering a drink from the bartender. The bartender makes an off comment joke about how they already look hungover which earns them a glare from Edward. They set down the drink before him and scurry off to help someone else. Edward rakes the drinks and knocks it back without even sipping it. He grumbles as he sets the glass down, propping up his head on his paw, staring at the wood of the bar.
*The music i used for inspiration was Loser by Neoni.*
The purple haired person sits next to him "hello"
(got anyone else you'd like to use?)
*Uhh who do you want?*
They look up, fishing around in their vest pocket for a cigarette "Hi." He grumbles.
In the distant cloudy haze of the day, the sound of something in the sky moving can be heard from above. It grows louder and ever louder still as something parts the clouds, an absolutely massive airship, big enough to house an entire brigade, with people all over it working on little bits of futuristic machinery to keep the thing floating in the air. People can be seen as specks running around, doing whatever they can to help as well as what appears to be the remains of what must have been several monsters that compare to Tarrasques in size. On the side of this incredible vessel, written in bright golden paint, though a bit messy, are the words ‘8th Brigade’ and in smaller words, only able to be seen as the sky ship lowers are the words ‘Monster Hunters’.
Once they touch ground in an open field, some people begin to come off the ship, tying it to the ground with many ropes, working with the most effective techniques they can muster, working together. The captain begins commanding people, preparing this to be their place to stay for a while and set up a branch of the Monster Hunter’s Guild in this region.
Someone else jumps off of the ship, wearing a massive backpack, followed close behind by their Palico, who looks just as enthusiastic to be in this new location as their partner, incredibly enthusiastic. An orc of moderately large size and bulk from what can be seen through the outlines of his clothes. On the sides of the backpack are an absolute arsenal of different weapons. He looks like a bright eyed and bushy tailed recruit, but by the way the others look at him, he must be an expert of some degree. He runs into town, looking at everything he can see, his Black Palico following right behind.
Sitting at the bar is a fuzzy fellow. They look to be a cross between a ferret, the patterning on their fur and coloration, and a shark, which is evident from their powerful tail that extends from their backside and sharp, triangle shaped teeth that protrude from their mouth. Their hair, which is a stark platinum blonde coloration compared to their fur, which is brown and cream colored, is long and tied back in a ponytail.
They wear a white button up dress shirt, the sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up for better arm movement, an unbuttoned brown vest with dull black buttons, a pair of brown slacks, and similar shoes. Their rounded ears flick a bit, pierced with studs made of pearl. They fidget with name badge, decorated with the stickers of the trans flag and their pronouns [HE/HIM] scrawled in the corner with a pencil. The name "Edward" is embolded on the tag in blocky print.
They set the badge aside, ordering a drink from the bartender. The bartender makes an off comment joke about how they already look hungover which earns them a glare from Edward. They set down the drink before him and scurry off to help someone else. Edward rakes the drinks and knocks it back without even sipping it. He grumbles as he sets the glass down, propping up his head on his paw, staring at the wood of the bar.
*The music i used for inspiration was Loser by Neoni.*
The purple haired person sits next to him "hello"
(got anyone else you'd like to use?)
*Uhh who do you want?*
They look up, fishing around in their vest pocket for a cigarette "Hi." He grumbles.
In the distant cloudy haze of the day, the sound of something in the sky moving can be heard from above. It grows louder and ever louder still as something parts the clouds, an absolutely massive airship, big enough to house an entire brigade, with people all over it working on little bits of futuristic machinery to keep the thing floating in the air. People can be seen as specks running around, doing whatever they can to help as well as what appears to be the remains of what must have been several monsters that compare to Tarrasques in size. On the side of this incredible vessel, written in bright golden paint, though a bit messy, are the words ‘8th Brigade’ and in smaller words, only able to be seen as the sky ship lowers are the words ‘Monster Hunters’.
Once they touch ground in an open field, some people begin to come off the ship, tying it to the ground with many ropes, working with the most effective techniques they can muster, working together. The captain begins commanding people, preparing this to be their place to stay for a while and set up a branch of the Monster Hunter’s Guild in this region.
Someone else jumps off of the ship, wearing a massive backpack, followed close behind by their Palico, who looks just as enthusiastic to be in this new location as their partner, incredibly enthusiastic. An orc of moderately large size and bulk from what can be seen through the outlines of his clothes. On the sides of the backpack are an absolute arsenal of different weapons. He looks like a bright eyed and bushy tailed recruit, but by the way the others look at him, he must be an expert of some degree. He runs into town, looking at everything he can see, his Black Palico following right behind.
*Anyone? Please?*
*Shore. I'll use my new guy.*
Edward watches from the treeline, the lit end of his cigarette glowing as he does. He has his arms folded over his chest, a bored expression on his face.
Sitting at the bar is a fuzzy fellow. They look to be a cross between a ferret, the patterning on their fur and coloration, and a shark, which is evident from their powerful tail that extends from their backside and sharp, triangle shaped teeth that protrude from their mouth. Their hair, which is a stark platinum blonde coloration compared to their fur, which is brown and cream colored, is long and tied back in a ponytail.
They wear a white button up dress shirt, the sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up for better arm movement, an unbuttoned brown vest with dull black buttons, a pair of brown slacks, and similar shoes. Their rounded ears flick a bit, pierced with studs made of pearl. They fidget with name badge, decorated with the stickers of the trans flag and their pronouns [HE/HIM] scrawled in the corner with a pencil. The name "Edward" is embolded on the tag in blocky print.
They set the badge aside, ordering a drink from the bartender. The bartender makes an off comment joke about how they already look hungover which earns them a glare from Edward. They set down the drink before him and scurry off to help someone else. Edward rakes the drinks and knocks it back without even sipping it. He grumbles as he sets the glass down, propping up his head on his paw, staring at the wood of the bar.
*The music i used for inspiration was Loser by Neoni.*
The purple haired person sits next to him "hello"
(got anyone else you'd like to use?)
*Uhh who do you want?*
They look up, fishing around in their vest pocket for a cigarette "Hi." He grumbles.
"been a long day?"
(how about xan and the death angel?)
"Very." He sighs "So many people don't like their children getting the gender affirming surgery they desperately need."
In the distant cloudy haze of the day, the sound of something in the sky moving can be heard from above. It grows louder and ever louder still as something parts the clouds, an absolutely massive airship, big enough to house an entire brigade, with people all over it working on little bits of futuristic machinery to keep the thing floating in the air. People can be seen as specks running around, doing whatever they can to help as well as what appears to be the remains of what must have been several monsters that compare to Tarrasques in size. On the side of this incredible vessel, written in bright golden paint, though a bit messy, are the words ‘8th Brigade’ and in smaller words, only able to be seen as the sky ship lowers are the words ‘Monster Hunters’.
Once they touch ground in an open field, some people begin to come off the ship, tying it to the ground with many ropes, working with the most effective techniques they can muster, working together. The captain begins commanding people, preparing this to be their place to stay for a while and set up a branch of the Monster Hunter’s Guild in this region.
Someone else jumps off of the ship, wearing a massive backpack, followed close behind by their Palico, who looks just as enthusiastic to be in this new location as their partner, incredibly enthusiastic. An orc of moderately large size and bulk from what can be seen through the outlines of his clothes. On the sides of the backpack are an absolute arsenal of different weapons. He looks like a bright eyed and bushy tailed recruit, but by the way the others look at him, he must be an expert of some degree. He runs into town, looking at everything he can see, his Black Palico following right behind.
*Anyone? Please?*
*Shore. I'll use my new guy.*
Edward watches from the treeline, the lit end of his cigarette glowing as he does. He has his arms folded over his chest, a bored expression on his face.
*Thank you.*
The guy runs towards the trees, beginning to move through the forest at incredible speeds, until he stops, looking into the distance like a deer that heard a branch break, before turning Edward’s vague direction.
Sitting at the bar is a fuzzy fellow. They look to be a cross between a ferret, the patterning on their fur and coloration, and a shark, which is evident from their powerful tail that extends from their backside and sharp, triangle shaped teeth that protrude from their mouth. Their hair, which is a stark platinum blonde coloration compared to their fur, which is brown and cream colored, is long and tied back in a ponytail.
They wear a white button up dress shirt, the sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up for better arm movement, an unbuttoned brown vest with dull black buttons, a pair of brown slacks, and similar shoes. Their rounded ears flick a bit, pierced with studs made of pearl. They fidget with name badge, decorated with the stickers of the trans flag and their pronouns [HE/HIM] scrawled in the corner with a pencil. The name "Edward" is embolded on the tag in blocky print.
They set the badge aside, ordering a drink from the bartender. The bartender makes an off comment joke about how they already look hungover which earns them a glare from Edward. They set down the drink before him and scurry off to help someone else. Edward rakes the drinks and knocks it back without even sipping it. He grumbles as he sets the glass down, propping up his head on his paw, staring at the wood of the bar.
*The music i used for inspiration was Loser by Neoni.*
The purple haired person sits next to him "hello"
(got anyone else you'd like to use?)
*Uhh who do you want?*
They look up, fishing around in their vest pocket for a cigarette "Hi." He grumbles.
"been a long day?"
(how about xan and the death angel?)
"Very." He sighs "So many people don't like their children getting the gender affirming surgery they desperately need."
Xan is in the library, sitting in the rafter.
They nod "it's unfortunate"
Isaac walks in and pulls a book off the shelf, not seeing xan
In the distant cloudy haze of the day, the sound of something in the sky moving can be heard from above. It grows louder and ever louder still as something parts the clouds, an absolutely massive airship, big enough to house an entire brigade, with people all over it working on little bits of futuristic machinery to keep the thing floating in the air. People can be seen as specks running around, doing whatever they can to help as well as what appears to be the remains of what must have been several monsters that compare to Tarrasques in size. On the side of this incredible vessel, written in bright golden paint, though a bit messy, are the words ‘8th Brigade’ and in smaller words, only able to be seen as the sky ship lowers are the words ‘Monster Hunters’.
Once they touch ground in an open field, some people begin to come off the ship, tying it to the ground with many ropes, working with the most effective techniques they can muster, working together. The captain begins commanding people, preparing this to be their place to stay for a while and set up a branch of the Monster Hunter’s Guild in this region.
Someone else jumps off of the ship, wearing a massive backpack, followed close behind by their Palico, who looks just as enthusiastic to be in this new location as their partner, incredibly enthusiastic. An orc of moderately large size and bulk from what can be seen through the outlines of his clothes. On the sides of the backpack are an absolute arsenal of different weapons. He looks like a bright eyed and bushy tailed recruit, but by the way the others look at him, he must be an expert of some degree. He runs into town, looking at everything he can see, his Black Palico following right behind.
*Anyone? Please?*
*Shore. I'll use my new guy.*
Edward watches from the treeline, the lit end of his cigarette glowing as he does. He has his arms folded over his chest, a bored expression on his face.
*Thank you.*
The guy runs towards the trees, beginning to move through the forest at incredible speeds, until he stops, looking into the distance like a deer that heard a branch break, before turning Edward’s vague direction.
Edward narrows his eyes, his brows furrowing as he takes his cigarette from between his lips and exhales.
Sitting at the bar is a fuzzy fellow. They look to be a cross between a ferret, the patterning on their fur and coloration, and a shark, which is evident from their powerful tail that extends from their backside and sharp, triangle shaped teeth that protrude from their mouth. Their hair, which is a stark platinum blonde coloration compared to their fur, which is brown and cream colored, is long and tied back in a ponytail.
They wear a white button up dress shirt, the sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up for better arm movement, an unbuttoned brown vest with dull black buttons, a pair of brown slacks, and similar shoes. Their rounded ears flick a bit, pierced with studs made of pearl. They fidget with name badge, decorated with the stickers of the trans flag and their pronouns [HE/HIM] scrawled in the corner with a pencil. The name "Edward" is embolded on the tag in blocky print.
They set the badge aside, ordering a drink from the bartender. The bartender makes an off comment joke about how they already look hungover which earns them a glare from Edward. They set down the drink before him and scurry off to help someone else. Edward rakes the drinks and knocks it back without even sipping it. He grumbles as he sets the glass down, propping up his head on his paw, staring at the wood of the bar.
*The music i used for inspiration was Loser by Neoni.*
The purple haired person sits next to him "hello"
(got anyone else you'd like to use?)
*Uhh who do you want?*
They look up, fishing around in their vest pocket for a cigarette "Hi." He grumbles.
"been a long day?"
(how about xan and the death angel?)
"Very." He sighs "So many people don't like their children getting the gender affirming surgery they desperately need."
Xan is in the library, sitting in the rafter.
They nod "it's unfortunate"
Isaac walks in and pulls a book off the shelf, not seeing xan
"Mn, horribly so." He chuckles humorlessly.
Xan grins and drops on of his rings on to Isaac's head.
Sitting at the bar is a fuzzy fellow. They look to be a cross between a ferret, the patterning on their fur and coloration, and a shark, which is evident from their powerful tail that extends from their backside and sharp, triangle shaped teeth that protrude from their mouth. Their hair, which is a stark platinum blonde coloration compared to their fur, which is brown and cream colored, is long and tied back in a ponytail.
They wear a white button up dress shirt, the sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up for better arm movement, an unbuttoned brown vest with dull black buttons, a pair of brown slacks, and similar shoes. Their rounded ears flick a bit, pierced with studs made of pearl. They fidget with name badge, decorated with the stickers of the trans flag and their pronouns [HE/HIM] scrawled in the corner with a pencil. The name "Edward" is embolded on the tag in blocky print.
They set the badge aside, ordering a drink from the bartender. The bartender makes an off comment joke about how they already look hungover which earns them a glare from Edward. They set down the drink before him and scurry off to help someone else. Edward rakes the drinks and knocks it back without even sipping it. He grumbles as he sets the glass down, propping up his head on his paw, staring at the wood of the bar.
*The music i used for inspiration was Loser by Neoni.*
The purple haired person sits next to him "hello"
(got anyone else you'd like to use?)
*Uhh who do you want?*
They look up, fishing around in their vest pocket for a cigarette "Hi." He grumbles.
"been a long day?"
(how about xan and the death angel?)
"Very." He sighs "So many people don't like their children getting the gender affirming surgery they desperately need."
Xan is in the library, sitting in the rafter.
They nod "it's unfortunate"
Isaac walks in and pulls a book off the shelf, not seeing xan
"Mn, horribly so." He chuckles humorlessly.
Xan grins and drops on of his rings on to Isaac's head.
"at least it's not as bad here as where I came from"
Sitting at the bar is a fuzzy fellow. They look to be a cross between a ferret, the patterning on their fur and coloration, and a shark, which is evident from their powerful tail that extends from their backside and sharp, triangle shaped teeth that protrude from their mouth. Their hair, which is a stark platinum blonde coloration compared to their fur, which is brown and cream colored, is long and tied back in a ponytail.
They wear a white button up dress shirt, the sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up for better arm movement, an unbuttoned brown vest with dull black buttons, a pair of brown slacks, and similar shoes. Their rounded ears flick a bit, pierced with studs made of pearl. They fidget with name badge, decorated with the stickers of the trans flag and their pronouns [HE/HIM] scrawled in the corner with a pencil. The name "Edward" is embolded on the tag in blocky print.
They set the badge aside, ordering a drink from the bartender. The bartender makes an off comment joke about how they already look hungover which earns them a glare from Edward. They set down the drink before him and scurry off to help someone else. Edward rakes the drinks and knocks it back without even sipping it. He grumbles as he sets the glass down, propping up his head on his paw, staring at the wood of the bar.
*The music i used for inspiration was Loser by Neoni.*
The purple haired person sits next to him "hello"
(got anyone else you'd like to use?)
*Uhh who do you want?*
They look up, fishing around in their vest pocket for a cigarette "Hi." He grumbles.
"been a long day?"
(how about xan and the death angel?)
"Very." He sighs "So many people don't like their children getting the gender affirming surgery they desperately need."
Xan is in the library, sitting in the rafter.
They nod "it's unfortunate"
Isaac walks in and pulls a book off the shelf, not seeing xan
"Mn, horribly so." He chuckles humorlessly.
Xan grins and drops on of his rings on to Isaac's head.
"at least it's not as bad here as where I came from"
Isaac looks up and waves
"And how is that? We're you run out of town, threatened that if you didn't comform that your own family would shoot you or let the town hang you?" He asks.
“Not the kind that stops house fires, more the kind that stops spontaneous human internal combustion. I kill Infernals.” He says, walking inside, ordering some Sake.
*Sorry if it seems I’m trying to be selfish.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sitting at the bar is a fuzzy fellow. They look to be a cross between a ferret, the patterning on their fur and coloration, and a shark, which is evident from their powerful tail that extends from their backside and sharp, triangle shaped teeth that protrude from their mouth. Their hair, which is a stark platinum blonde coloration compared to their fur, which is brown and cream colored, is long and tied back in a ponytail.
They wear a white button up dress shirt, the sleeves unbuttoned and rolled up for better arm movement, an unbuttoned brown vest with dull black buttons, a pair of brown slacks, and similar shoes. Their rounded ears flick a bit, pierced with studs made of pearl. They fidget with name badge, decorated with the stickers of the trans flag and their pronouns [HE/HIM] scrawled in the corner with a pencil. The name "Edward" is embolded on the tag in blocky print.
They set the badge aside, ordering a drink from the bartender. The bartender makes an off comment joke about how they already look hungover which earns them a glare from Edward. They set down the drink before him and scurry off to help someone else. Edward rakes the drinks and knocks it back without even sipping it. He grumbles as he sets the glass down, propping up his head on his paw, staring at the wood of the bar.
*The music i used for inspiration was Loser by Neoni.*
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
The purple haired person sits next to him "hello"
(got anyone else you'd like to use?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
“Not demons, technically dead people.” He begins drinking, raising an eyebrow “Are you three demons?”
*It has been unintentional most of the time. Sorry.*
*Uhh who do you want?*
They look up, fishing around in their vest pocket for a cigarette "Hi." He grumbles.
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
*Anyone? Please?*
"been a long day?"
(how about xan and the death angel?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
*Shore. I'll use my new guy.*
Edward watches from the treeline, the lit end of his cigarette glowing as he does. He has his arms folded over his chest, a bored expression on his face.
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
"Very." He sighs "So many people don't like their children getting the gender affirming surgery they desperately need."
Xan is in the library, sitting in the rafter.
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
*Thank you.*
The guy runs towards the trees, beginning to move through the forest at incredible speeds, until he stops, looking into the distance like a deer that heard a branch break, before turning Edward’s vague direction.
They nod "it's unfortunate"
Isaac walks in and pulls a book off the shelf, not seeing xan
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
Edward narrows his eyes, his brows furrowing as he takes his cigarette from between his lips and exhales.
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
"Mn, horribly so." He chuckles humorlessly.
Xan grins and drops on of his rings on to Isaac's 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
"at least it's not as bad here as where I came from"
Isaac looks up and waves
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
"And how is that? We're you run out of town, threatened that if you didn't comform that your own family would shoot you or let the town hang you?" He asks.
He beams and jumps down.
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 tilts his head, "Ello? Is somebody there?" He asks, his accent heavy, his tusks giving him a little bit of a lisp.
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.)
"Who're you?" Edward says, stubbing out his cigarette against his palm, the smell of singed flesh striking the air.
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