*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.
More than one thing attracts Mac to the fire, mainly the heat, secondarily Ashi. He sits down near the wood, "Need any help?..."
She looks over and smiles, shaking her head "No no, you sit right there and get warm okay?'
He nods and smiles, obliging her. "Right, of course, mo-..ma'am."
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
BB is back in town, and with him is a trail of bodies gone missing. Not just humanoid, but ones of all kinds. This can't mean anything good of course, the 4'2 Axolotl doctor most likely is making yet another abomination of suffering.
He currently sits in the tavern, a small little smile on his face as he reads about harvesting organs. A cat, though it can hardly be described as such, sits in his lap, actively rotting.
*Oh my gosh it's Chiffon*
The "cat" gets up suddenly and runs away, so afraid of something that it forgot that it was very dead. The lights dim, and the entire tavern seems to be rocking gently, the wood creaking and groaning like an old ship. No one else seems to be bothered.
BB is back in town, and with him is a trail of bodies gone missing. Not just humanoid, but ones of all kinds. This can't mean anything good of course, the 4'2 Axolotl doctor most likely is making yet another abomination of suffering.
He currently sits in the tavern, a small little smile on his face as he reads about harvesting organs. A cat, though it can hardly be described as such, sits in his lap, actively rotting.
*Oh my gosh it's Chiffon*
The "cat" gets up suddenly and runs away, so afraid of something that it forgot that it was very dead. The lights dim, and the entire tavern seems to be rocking gently, the wood creaking and groaning like an old ship. No one else seems to be bothered.
Lady Aurelia is on a balcony of the Opera House of the Rippling court, looking over paperwork and talking with a guard. She seems a small bit stressed, but is doing her best to hide it.
*Nope, other than Paracelsus, I don’t got any preferences.*
Jack has politely borrowed the kitchen, and is making some breakfast.. its worth noting that its evening.
James is still with Nine and it's owner, reading a book
Zephyr is inspecting Don's sword.
Damian wouldn’t know that it’s afternoon, nor would he know someone borrowed the kitchen, walking inside to see them, and seeming a little surprised.
Paracelsus sits down next to them on her bed, “What are you reading there?”
It seems dusted, and magical based on how it’s connected to Don himself. Don is in the kitchen, swaying its hips as he cooks.
"Oh, hey..." he says lazily, turning to look at them from the bacon. "I asked to borrow the tavern kitchen.. some guy said it was okay, Maurice or something?.."
He shows them the cover, a simple book about trains
"Hey, babe?!" he calls out, not bothering to move from his spot.
He nods “Mauric, he would do that, nice to meet you, Damian Alterious.” He says, sitting down on the counter nearby, “You can use it, I’ll wait patiently.”
“Trains? Oh you are probably on the spectrum then, how wonderful.” She says, patting their head softly.
He turns to look back at them, his hips done swaying “Yeah babe?” He walks over to them.
"Im almost done, promise.." he turns back to his cooking.
He smiles and then holds up a very enthusiastic middle finger, frowning.
"I'm gonna shove your sword up my [GP], blade first, that okay?" he asks, snickering and clearly joking.
*Replied on the pm btw.*
“Take your time, after all, this is my only source of income.” He says jokingly “Who might you be anyway?”
She gives a mad cackle, patting their head, “You learn more every day, that wasn’t an insult. I’m on the spectrum after all.”
He rolls his eyes, giving them a kiss, “… No I shouldn’t say that.” He says to himself, “Are you hungry?”
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Lady Aurelia is on a balcony of the Opera House of the Rippling court, looking over paperwork and talking with a guard. She seems a small bit stressed, but is doing her best to hide it.
A drop of blood drips onto the paperwork.
She pauses mid sentence, looking to the drop of blood. “what-…” she tries to cast a prestidigitation spell to get rid of the drop, a small bit nervous after previous experiences.
They suddenly twist and grab at his hands, digging into his fur as he suddenly feels as though he is falling despite the ground being firmly beneath him. It's as if the world is turning. He "falls" backward into a big, soft belly. He hasn't moved, but the impact nearly knocks the breath out of him.
"Well, well, well, what have we here? SANTA CLAUS? Oh, I'm really scared! Bwahahahaha!!"
He catches his breath and clutches his chest. After a moment he looks around. "Tim Burton, really?.." he looks unamused.
He landed on a big, shadowy figure in fine clothes, a soft red silk suit with a golden watchchain and embroidery. The soft creature has golden, almost flower-like masses of pupils set in its head. It looks like some sort of corrupted strugel. It grins its golden teeth and pushes him forward, making the ground level once more.
"Yeah, well, when you become the devil you get to call the shots. Besides, I needed to make sure you got the vibe."
The "cat" gets up suddenly and runs away, so afraid of something that it forgot that it was very dead. The lights dim, and the entire tavern seems to be rocking gently, the wood creaking and groaning like an old ship. No one else seems to be bothered.
*ThAtS wHo I bAsEd It On...*
They look up, head tilted to the side. "How odd."
The people begin to blur into colorful plastic as wood planks fall from the ceiling, leaving electrical wires hanging down and water dripping to the suddenly-flooded floor. Half-submerged machine parts and animatronic bits lie in piles, ruined by the damp. "Are you busy right now?" Comes a voice, crackling with radio static.
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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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“To bathe in nature is incomparable.”
“Well at least he’s alive…”
In an instant, his hand is normal again.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Who would you like? Or would you like to continue from before?*
She nods and throws another log into the pit.
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
(good morning wendo)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Anyone else? Pretty please?*
*Oh my gosh it's Chiffon*
The "cat" gets up suddenly and runs away, so afraid of something that it forgot that it was very dead. The lights dim, and the entire tavern seems to be rocking gently, the wood creaking and groaning like an old ship. No one else seems to be bothered.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ThAtS wHo I bAsEd It On...*
They look up, head tilted to the side. "How odd."
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
A drop of blood drips onto the paperwork.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Replied on the pm btw.*
“Take your time, after all, this is my only source of income.” He says jokingly “Who might you be anyway?”
She gives a mad cackle, patting their head, “You learn more every day, that wasn’t an insult. I’m on the spectrum after all.”
He rolls his eyes, giving them a kiss, “… No I shouldn’t say that.” He says to himself, “Are you hungry?”
(anyways, does anyone want to rp)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
She pauses mid sentence, looking to the drop of blood. “what-…” she tries to cast a prestidigitation spell to get rid of the drop, a small bit nervous after previous experiences.
He landed on a big, shadowy figure in fine clothes, a soft red silk suit with a golden watchchain and embroidery. The soft creature has golden, almost flower-like masses of pupils set in its head. It looks like some sort of corrupted strugel. It grins its golden teeth and pushes him forward, making the ground level once more.
"Yeah, well, when you become the devil you get to call the shots. Besides, I needed to make sure you got the vibe."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Salem.*
“Sounds like you’re someone I can get along with.” He says with a chuckle, “About how I used to act when I was younger.”
She stands back up, taking off her tool belt and mask, putting them both up, “I assume that makes a lot of sense, doesn’t it?”
He goes back to the kitchen “Good, I was going to make you something anyway.”
The people begin to blur into colorful plastic as wood planks fall from the ceiling, leaving electrical wires hanging down and water dripping to the suddenly-flooded floor. Half-submerged machine parts and animatronic bits lie in piles, ruined by the damp. "Are you busy right now?" Comes a voice, crackling with radio static.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels