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.
"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."
"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."
"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."
"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."
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.
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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.
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"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.
*uhhh gimme sable, and Ig Edward and somebody else who might be interested in a polycule.*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
*My favorite Jobah, my husband. Hello.*
"Sure, I know just the place..." he walks off, expecting them to follow.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
*yes, please.*
she turns the stone around to rest on her back, closing her eyes as her belly absorbs his heat. "mmmm..."
"I love you too, Marie.." his eyes are green... why do they keep changing?
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
*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.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
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.
*hmm... I dunno if that would work.*
Lilac is watching them pace, concerned.
The dragonness trio is sitting on a nearby bench, reading.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
He follows
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.
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.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"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."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*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.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"How come you always sink?"
"I think it's to do with the change of the seasons.. its almost spring, but when it was winter, they were blue."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
He leads them to a library with many recliners In front of a fireplace.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
*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.
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
"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."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"Sweet. I was getting bored." He says happily, unwrapping his jaws from around the bars.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.