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.
Thorne comes downstairs, the smell of brimstone filling the air as Samaritan follows behind him. Thorne gestures to Samaritan and sighs "He.. has requested to remove you from the prison and take you back to his lodgings under the agreement that we are able to monitor you." Thorne says, though his tone his agitated.
"Sweet. I was getting bored." He says happily, unwrapping his jaws from around the bars.
Samaritan walks back upstairs with Thorne, filling out some paperwork before heading outside with Riotan. He is quiet, seeming annoyed due to the amount of smoke coming off of him.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get a message out to you. This is a pretty awful way to start out my first week as your fiance..." He seems genuinely apologetic.
He sighs and picks him up, holding him "I thought something happened to you only to find out the police took you in. Got no beef with them but kinda biased to be taking you in."
Rag is overjoyed about everything that has been going on recently, things have been good, but they are only getting better. He’s currently serving up soup for people in need.
*Sure. I got Basil, Edward, Yuri, Thorne, and Sable.*
*uhhh gimme sable, and Ig Edward and somebody else who might be interested in a polycule.*
*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.
*hmm... I dunno if that would work.*
Lilac is watching them pace, concerned.
The dragonness trio is sitting on a nearby bench, reading.
*Uhhh, I don't know then really. Most of my guys are humanoid.*
Sable sighs and scratches the back of his neck, moreso scratching the bites on his neck that have been there for nearly a century.
Edward glances over at them, looking annoyed but not really underneath.
*humanoid is fine, he just sounds like a dom.*
"Are you okay?" she finally asks, approaching him
Sylvin feels his eyes and looks up, smiling.
*He's a switch lol, but leans towards top*
Sable snarls, baring his fangs "What do you want?"
He nods at them, stubbing out his cigarette.
*we might be able to work him in then, if he'd be willing to sub*
She backs up, frowning. "Just to make sure you're okay..."
She waves, going back to her book
*I got an angry halfling man who is a bottom (GP).*
"I'm not.. the voices are saying to slaughter all of them to prepare a feast but I can't." He says softly, covering his ears.
He goes back to staring into the distance.
*bellisimo*
"Well, that sounds awful.. have you tried sitting in a dark quiet room, or reading?"
In a poof of flame, she appears on the bench closest to him.
Anson (Yes, this is the dude I modeled after Chilchuck from Dungeon Meshi before it became popular) back in town, and grumpy as ever. The lockpick is sitting at the bar, looking over a map while biting his fingernails.
"Many a time, yes." He grumbles and gestures to the entire house.
Rag is overjoyed about everything that has been going on recently, things have been good, but they are only getting better. He’s currently serving up soup for people in need.
*0////0*
Sable, who is standing in the darker parts of the shade, watches him carefully.
"Poisoners don't wear armor. They're egotistical like that. They also don't carry axes or shields. They see themselves as masters of something so dangerous that no one can stop them. Like pyromancers a lot of the time. You kill enough people, you think you are a god. Normal people learn a different lesson: Man is mortal, and I should be afraid. So... very... afraid."
He plops his chubby self down by the fire again and pulls out a hot dog from his coat before stabbing it on his stick and holding it over the flames. "I'm a mystic. We study history and practical knowledge. Honkachu has a lot of history, and it has a bad habit of repeating and repeating the worst bits ever. We try and intervene, but we're not supposed to take up arms for ourselves unless our lives, or our loved ones' lives, are threatened. So we outfit heroes."
He gestures with the hot dog. "Being a hero is easy. All you have to be is dumb. You take care of problems efficiently, and that means violence. When people don't listen to reason, you throw them into a volcano. Heroes suck, but they're sure useful sometimes. They solve practical problems. All you have to do is make them think they're the good guys. Life isn't that simple, so you gotta make it simple for them. Make them see it the way you do. Biased, angry, scared. And tell them that they can solve the problem with just a couple bullets."
"Mn, you forget that they have an inflated sense of self because they believe they are the 'chosen' one or some dumb (GP)." He responds, staring at the fire "Believing they can do anything they set their minds to and believing they are powerful."
"Eh. True, but there's no need to be mean about it. You're kind of a hero, when you think about it." He offers the now-roasted hot dog. "You're just more self-aware about it."
Rag is overjoyed about everything that has been going on recently, things have been good, but they are only getting better. He’s currently serving up soup for people in need.
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.
Thorne comes downstairs, the smell of brimstone filling the air as Samaritan follows behind him. Thorne gestures to Samaritan and sighs "He.. has requested to remove you from the prison and take you back to his lodgings under the agreement that we are able to monitor you." Thorne says, though his tone his agitated.
"Sweet. I was getting bored." He says happily, unwrapping his jaws from around the bars.
Samaritan walks back upstairs with Thorne, filling out some paperwork before heading outside with Riotan. He is quiet, seeming annoyed due to the amount of smoke coming off of him.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get a message out to you. This is a pretty awful way to start out my first week as your fiance..." He seems genuinely apologetic.
He sighs and picks him up, holding him "I thought something happened to you only to find out the police took you in. Got no beef with them but kinda biased to be taking you in."
Rio is shockingly light. "Oh, I have for eons, but that's irrelevant. And this guy's not exactly a cop, I don't think..."
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rag is overjoyed about everything that has been going on recently, things have been good, but they are only getting better. He’s currently serving up soup for people in need.
Rag is overjoyed about everything that has been going on recently, things have been good, but they are only getting better. He’s currently serving up soup for people in need.
*Didn't Rag get a girlfriend recently?*
*Yep, very recently, as in yesterday, why?*
*Just curious as to why he was happy.*
*Wanna RP?*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*I got an angry halfling man who is a bottom (GP).*
"I'm not.. the voices are saying to slaughter all of them to prepare a feast but I can't." He says softly, covering his ears.
He goes back to staring into the distance.
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
*I’ll take that as a yes, who would you like?*
He sighs and picks him up, holding him "I thought something happened to you only to find out the police took you in. Got no beef with them but kinda biased to be taking you in."
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
*Meesa izza hassa rag?*
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 holds them tightly, though not enough to crush them, “It’s comforting, a bed I can fit in.”
She kisses their hand, “I believe you, stay that way.” She says with a sigh.
*A single Rag? Of course you may.*
Rag is overjoyed about everything that has been going on recently, things have been good, but they are only getting better. He’s currently serving up soup for people in need.
Anson (Yes, this is the dude I modeled after Chilchuck from Dungeon Meshi before it became popular) back in town, and grumpy as ever. The lockpick is sitting at the bar, looking over a map while biting his fingernails.
"Many a time, yes." He grumbles and gestures to the entire house.
Edward helps and jumps away, his fur puffing up.
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
*Cut for Salem.*
His burn with joy, smiling softly at the beauty inside and outside of Sam, “Thank you… you are amazing.”
She tilts her head, “He does? What worries you about him?”
*0////0*
Sable, who is standing in the darker parts of the shade, watches him carefully.
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
"Eh. True, but there's no need to be mean about it. You're kind of a hero, when you think about it." He offers the now-roasted hot dog. "You're just more self-aware about it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*im real sorry about that, this week has been real hectic. also you think i could get your new dom boi?*
"Oh?"
"Nice." He nods.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Didn't Rag get a girlfriend recently?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rio is shockingly light. "Oh, I have for eons, but that's irrelevant. And this guy's not exactly a cop, I don't think..."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Yep, very recently, as in yesterday, why?*
*Just curious as to why he was happy.*
*Wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels