"No. We do it where I want to be, and when I'm good and ready."
He takes off his left glove to reveal a bright red circle with ten spokes pointing outward, branded onto the back of his paw. "This is the Xanathar Guild symbol. You'll see it everywhere once you know it. Slaves, drugs, anything illegal has this damn logo on it. It'll lead ya to their hideout. When it comes to actually getting in, well, expect to meet some mind flayas and their pets. And wererats. And duergar. No derro or drow. If you see those you're off track."
He begins packing up his cart.
He takes notes, writing in a script he's forged himself for secrecy. Every word is scrutinizingly recorded and he smiles darkly. "Wonderful, thank you very much for your cooperation. I'll see to it that I protect you as best I can until I can infiltrate and destroy the group." he holds out his paw to seal the deal.
"Good." He doesn't shake his paw, just leaving with his cart.
Omi is lying on the roof of his house, soaking up the sun.
Saphuno is taking the day off, reading in front of the fire in the library
*poly boy, go* Jack has politely borrowed the kitchen, and is making some breakfast.. its worth noting that its evening.
Eito is sitting in quiet contemplation beneath and beside the house.
Thirteen has almost finished his manuscript.
Teliyan is sitting cross-legged on the counter, seemingly trying to peel a raw egg with a butter knife while whistling a King Crimson song.
Omi jumps down and sits in front of them, sighing. "I don't want anything to strain our relationship, so if you don't want this, it doesn't have to happen. I'll even destroy the rings if you want."
"Getting close, finally, huh?" she asks, looking up
Jack can't help himself to not softly sing the lyrics. "The rusted chains of prison moons.. are shattered by the sun.."
“By all means, please do not. All I want is for you to be happy. This is what matters to me.”
“Mhm. Though there’s still editing and such…” He shrugs.
“I walk a road, horizons change… the tournament’s begun…”
"Only if you're absolutely sure. I don't want to make you do anything you don't believe in"
"It's a step closer." she shrugs as well. "Find a publisher yet?"
He plates his food, "The purple piper plays his tune, the choir softly sings"
“I am sure.” They nod.
Thirteen closes the book. “Well, no… but I’ve seen what kind of tripe can be put on shelves and I doubt this is too far.”
“You’re cultured, you are.”
He takes their hand and kisses their cheek, smiling. "Then we'll do it.. whenever suits you."
"I've read worse than that." she points to the book. "it should be fine."
"Just got a lotta time on my paws. Why are you on the counter, dear?"
“Thank you.” They incline their head.
”Hopefully. How are you?”
“Flooding.” Teliyan pokes the apparently unfertilized egg, which suddenly starts to hatch.
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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.
*If anyone would like to roleplay, speak now or I am going to go in peace.*
*hiii can I have ashi and idk who else*
Ashi is outside, dressed in a black crop top, a pair of black booty shorts, fishnets, and her hair done up in a blue Afro. She is starting a bonfire of sorts.
*If anyone would like to roleplay, speak now or I am going to go in peace.*
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
*[raises hand]*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Good." He doesn't shake his paw, just leaving with his cart.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*(Launches self at you)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Thank you.” They incline their head.
”Hopefully. How are you?”
“Flooding.” Teliyan pokes the apparently unfertilized egg, which suddenly starts to hatch.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Maybe sleepy awoo might interact with Podmorski, my nightmare hotel man*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*i, for whatever reason, feel like making a character similar to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.*
*Wonderful*
*By the way, has anything happened with the Rippling Court?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Who would you like?*
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
*not much, really, yet. Why?*
*(SCREAMS)*
*Who would you like?*
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
Ashi is outside, dressed in a black crop top, a pair of black booty shorts, fishnets, and her hair done up in a blue Afro. She is starting a bonfire of sorts.
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
*It's your turn, brother.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Because Podmorski is getting agitated in his Nightmare Realm and is about to come a-knockin'.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels