He reaches into the striped coat he has on over his armor, and pulls out a lollipop. 5 seconds. He unwraps it and puts it in his mouth. 10 seconds. He walks over and sits down across from Basil. 15 seconds. He grunts and stretches, before taking off his hat and looking around inside it. 20 seconds. "I'd suggest a quieter weapon..." he speaks through the candy in his mouth. 25 seconds. He pulls out a poster of himself, taken from the local guild's board, and holds it up.
This man is NOT a hunter, and cannot collect bounties. He is a CIVILIAN and does NOT have proper licensing to enter a combat area.
"...'cause I'm just a healer."
Basil grunts and lowers his weapon, two shells fall out as he swiftly unloads it and sets it aside. "Eh you're right about that I suppose." He grumbles and sits down "What do you want?" He asked.
"Just checkin'. Saw the smoke, saw the signs. I'm surprised no one else found you yet." He puts his poster back in his hat, then pulls out a pair of homemade sodas. "Thirsty?"
"Surprised you found me in all honesty. Set up runes to explode when anyone even got a hair's length close." He snorts, laughing a bit "And naw, I got a canteen of water, two crates of hooch, and some coffee in the pot."
"Just checkin'. Saw the smoke, saw the signs. I'm surprised no one else found you yet." He puts his poster back in his hat, then pulls out a pair of homemade sodas. "Thirsty?"
"Surprised you found me in all honesty. Set up runes to explode when anyone even got a hair's length close." He snorts, laughing a bit "And naw, I got a canteen of water, two crates of hooch, and some coffee in the pot."
"The only thing there that will hydrate you is the canteen." He tosses over one of the bottles. "Caffeine and alcohol are pretty nasty on your guts anyway." He picks up a stick and begins playing with it as if it were a sword. "You're pretty scary. If I weren't wearing snailsteel I might not have kept my composure." He is obviously not proficient with swords.
"Just checkin'. Saw the smoke, saw the signs. I'm surprised no one else found you yet." He puts his poster back in his hat, then pulls out a pair of homemade sodas. "Thirsty?"
"Surprised you found me in all honesty. Set up runes to explode when anyone even got a hair's length close." He snorts, laughing a bit "And naw, I got a canteen of water, two crates of hooch, and some coffee in the pot."
"The only thing there that will hydrate you is the canteen." He tosses over one of the bottles. "Caffeine and alcohol are pretty nasty on your guts anyway." He picks up a stick and begins playing with it as if it were a sword. "You're pretty scary. If I weren't wearing snailsteel I might not have kept my composure." He is obviously not proficient with swords.
"I try not to be but folks say I got that attitude and face for being a villain." He shrugs and opens it "Sure you ain't trying to poison me? It won't end well for either of us if you are."
"Surprised you found me in all honesty. Set up runes to explode when anyone even got a hair's length close." He snorts, laughing a bit "And naw, I got a canteen of water, two crates of hooch, and some coffee in the pot."
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
"Well, ya seem good at magic"
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.
“If you want to.” She gives them another kiss.
“It is something I will never forget, especially because it’s time I spent with you.” He falls onto his back.
“Oh really? Does it now?” She tosses a knife past his head, “There’s only one of me, now come over here.”
"The only thing there that will hydrate you is the canteen." He tosses over one of the bottles. "Caffeine and alcohol are pretty nasty on your guts anyway." He picks up a stick and begins playing with it as if it were a sword. "You're pretty scary. If I weren't wearing snailsteel I might not have kept my composure." He is obviously not proficient with swords.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I try not to be but folks say I got that attitude and face for being a villain." He shrugs and opens it "Sure you ain't trying to poison me? It won't end well for either of us if you are."
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
*Sure. I got Basil, Edward, Yuri, Thorne, and Sable.*
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
"Maybe some cozy place?"
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.
*Cut for Salem. End that rp? Implied I assume?*
He chuckles, “Yep, I’d say you described me perfectly.” He picks them up, giving them a little kiss before lying them on top of him, warming back up.
She rolls her eyes at that, but grins softly at them, “I love you Jax.” She says, leaning against them and looking softly into their eyes.
*heeeeere*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*My favorite Jobah, my husband. Hello.*
*Uh, I got a silly uncontained entity of darkness who likes to eat people. He is a dramatic, charismatic, hedonistic elder evil.*
Sable is pacing around the Marrow Home, trying to do something to pass the time.
Edward is outside smoking, trying to ignore a headache that is forming.
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 hums softly, closing his own eyes and sinking into the dirt, enjoying the empty silence of the breeze, just them both, together.
“Honey, I love every part of you, but why are your eyes changing again?” She asks, more curious than concerned.
Riotan has been violently eating the bars of his cell for the past 51 hours.
Mauric is trying to help Samaritan plan.
Thirteen is almost done with his manuscript.
Loriche is putting a bull figurehead on her shield.
Eito is contemplating.
Yod is making his own arrows.
Malafasa is flying up into the mountains.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.