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.
He locks eyes with Sable, smiling at them softly as he continues to feed those in need.
Sable nods to him and sits down in the dark of the shade, opening a book.
*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.
Edward helps and jumps away, his fur puffing up.
"You shouldn't eat those, bacon's much better..." the sleepy wolfkind says, offering them a bit of his breakfast
"Well.. maybe Talkin about it will help?"
"Did I scare you, dear?" Sylvin covers her mouth, giggling quietly.
He narrows his nearly black brown eyes at them and grunts out a 'No' before turning back to his map. He is noting down places that have mines that are yet to be cleared by adventurers.
"No. I just want to die but I can't die which is a joke within itself because I have to kill people to survive!" He throws a book at a wall in a fit of rage. He takes a few deep breathes and walks over, picking it up.
"No- yes..." He grumbles.
"Suit yerself.." he shrugs, tossing the bacon into his mouth. "What's got you stressed?"
"I... don't know how to help.." she frowns. "Do you just... want me to go? I mean, if n-not I can take you flying."
"He's adorable..But is he made of the right stuff?" Cedin and Hinven whisper quietly. "Cute.. Sorry about that."
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*That isn’t the only reason, his nephew is also visiting. Sure, who do you want?*
*Merebelle, please*
*Here you go.*
Merabelle is connecting to the forest, does some meditation, taking long deep breaths, feeling the flow of energy as she sits in the center of a Druidic circle.
"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."
"I am no hero, always hated the word because people have such a set idea about it. I steal from some rich (GP) and give it to the poor. That's still stealing ain't it?"
"You assume a hero is a good thing to be. It's a miserable existence. I don't envy you, but I sure don't pity you either." He pulls a strip of fabric out of his coat and lays it out, revealing it to be a silk bandolier of bullets made of the same black metal as his armor. "I'm just support."
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.
He locks eyes with Sable, smiling at them softly as he continues to feed those in need.
Sable nods to him and sits down in the dark of the shade, opening a book.
Once he finishes up he sits down next to them, shaking the ground as he softens his landing, “Hello Sable.”
Merabelle is connecting to the forest, does some meditation, taking long deep breaths, feeling the flow of energy as she sits in the center of a Druidic circle.
She senses a foreign elemental force. Magma. Simmering, contained. Surrounded by a thin layer of ice.
If she takes the time to look, that strugel she saw enter town a few days ago is watching her with his pale orange eyes. Not staring, but seemingly forging something with his bare hands, looking between her and the metal pieces frequently.
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.
Omi approaches, holding something behind his back
Cevin is cleaning his gun, just hanging out with them.
*it's been two days and i still don't know what's behind his back*
Eito opens their eyes, looking up at him and smiling.
"Does your gun have a name or anything?"
"Hey, I have... something for you." he says, not exactly meeting their eyes *I keep missing your reply or getting cold shouldered*
"Wyvern." he says simply, spinning the cylinder.
*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.
*Sure* Jack is eating breakfast at the bar
He holds out to them a ring covered in fabric similar to Omi's fur, getting down on his right knee. "Will... will you marry me, Eito?.."
"Your bow got a name?"
A strange fellow enters the inn. He has curly, tousled, silver-colored hair, red eyes, pointed ears, and a slightly worried expression. He seems to be wearing an overcoat made of black feathers and black dress pants, and holds an umbrella in one hand.
Eito looks absolutely shocked. "I..."
"Fail-not. It's from the legend of King Arthur."
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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.
Merabelle is connecting to the forest, does some meditation, taking long deep breaths, feeling the flow of energy as she sits in the center of a Druidic circle.
She senses a foreign elemental force. Magma. Simmering, contained. Surrounded by a thin layer of ice.
If she takes the time to look, that strugel she saw enter town a few days ago is watching her with his pale orange eyes. Not staring, but seemingly forging something with his bare hands, looking between her and the metal pieces frequently.
She does take the time to look, smiling softly when she sees the strugel. She decides to get up and out of her mediation circle, able to continue later. She gives them a broad, sharp, toothy smile and begins to walk over to them, not getting too close, “Hello, sweetheart.”
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..."
"I've looked into him, I also know his damn face." Samaritan grumbles.
"You do? From where?"
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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.
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?”
"No, thank you..." she kisses his cheek. "For being here for me."
"He recognized you from the bounty posters.. I don't want to have to kill him."
He blushes slightly, “I will always be there for you, if we are in a relationship or otherwise.”
“Honey, you don’t have to worry about me. Lilac can keep him in check, it’ll be okay.”
"I hope not otherwise.." she frowns, her concerns for the future almost as plain as her ears.
He sighs and clings to her "I hope you're right..."
“Oh…” His blush spreads as the implications fill his mind, “Really?” He asks, looking at their frown, not able to believe it yet.
“Honey, I’m always right.” She says with a chuckle, giving him a kiss.
"I really want this to work out.." she rests her head on his chest
"I wont argue with that." he kisses back, leaving four purple marks of lipstick.
He sighs, the blush slowly fading from his face, “So do I.” He starts trying to fall asleep.
She leans against them, closing her eyes, smiling softly, “Soon, we’ll be married, and have a family a little after.”
*love powerful enough to make her re-align her gender identity.. I say it works out* She tries to fall asleep as well.
He nuzzles her hair. "I'm so excited, dear. We'll have beautiful pups."
*Yep, a wonderful love story for Rag to be a part of. Beautiful. That’s a good place to end that you too, if you want to, want anyone else?*
The snakes wrap around his fingers, but don’t squeeze, resting lazily on them, “We will, I’ve always wanted to be a mother, but I haven’t found that person I wanted to be the father, until you.”
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.
Omi approaches, holding something behind his back
Cevin is cleaning his gun, just hanging out with them.
*it's been two days and i still don't know what's behind his back*
Eito opens their eyes, looking up at him and smiling.
"Does your gun have a name or anything?"
"Hey, I have... something for you." he says, not exactly meeting their eyes *I keep missing your reply or getting cold shouldered*
"Wyvern." he says simply, spinning the cylinder.
*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.
*Sure* Jack is eating breakfast at the bar
He holds out to them a ring covered in fabric similar to Omi's fur, getting down on his right knee. "Will... will you marry me, Eito?.."
"Your bow got a name?"
A strange fellow enters the inn. He has curly, tousled, silver-colored hair, red eyes, pointed ears, and a slightly worried expression. He seems to be wearing an overcoat made of black feathers and black dress pants, and holds an umbrella in one hand.
Eito looks absolutely shocked. "I..."
"Fail-not. It's from the legend of King Arthur."
"It ain't rainin' is it?..." Jack asks tiredly from behind his mop of hair, inspecting the man
"You.. you don't want to..." he grips his hair, still holding the ring "I'm sorry, I..."
"I'd say its a fitting name." he puts away Wyvern and his rag.
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Merabelle is connecting to the forest, does some meditation, taking long deep breaths, feeling the flow of energy as she sits in the center of a Druidic circle.
She senses a foreign elemental force. Magma. Simmering, contained. Surrounded by a thin layer of ice.
If she takes the time to look, that strugel she saw enter town a few days ago is watching her with his pale orange eyes. Not staring, but seemingly forging something with his bare hands, looking between her and the metal pieces frequently.
She does take the time to look, smiling softly when she sees the strugel. She decides to get up and out of her mediation circle, able to continue later. She gives them a broad, sharp, toothy smile and begins to walk over to them, not getting too close, “Hello, sweetheart.”
"Hey!" He says, smiling. He drops his apparatus and reaches up to gently grab her hand, running his paws over it. "Do you use metal tools and weapons?" He seems to be concentrating on something.
Sable nods to him and sits down in the dark of the shade, opening a book.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
“Oh…” His blush spreads as the implications fill his mind, “Really?” He asks, looking at their frown, not able to believe it yet.
“Honey, I’m always right.” She says with a chuckle, giving him a kiss.
"Suit yerself.." he shrugs, tossing the bacon into his mouth. "What's got you stressed?"
"I... don't know how to help.." she frowns. "Do you just... want me to go? I mean, if n-not I can take you flying."
"He's adorable.. But is he made of the right stuff?" Cedin and Hinven whisper quietly. "Cute.. Sorry about that."
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*Here you go.*
Merabelle is connecting to the forest, does some meditation, taking long deep breaths, feeling the flow of energy as she sits in the center of a Druidic circle.
"You assume a hero is a good thing to be. It's a miserable existence. I don't envy you, but I sure don't pity you either." He pulls a strip of fabric out of his coat and lays it out, revealing it to be a silk bandolier of bullets made of the same black metal as his armor. "I'm just support."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Once he finishes up he sits down next to them, shaking the ground as he softens his landing, “Hello Sable.”
"I really want this to work out.." she rests her head on his chest
"I wont argue with that." he kisses back, leaving four purple marks of lipstick.
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He sighs, the blush slowly fading from his face, “So do I.” He starts trying to fall asleep.
She leans against them, closing her eyes, smiling softly, “Soon, we’ll be married, and have a family a little after.”
She senses a foreign elemental force. Magma. Simmering, contained. Surrounded by a thin layer of ice.
If she takes the time to look, that strugel she saw enter town a few days ago is watching her with his pale orange eyes. Not staring, but seemingly forging something with his bare hands, looking between her and the metal pieces frequently.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
A strange fellow enters the inn. He has curly, tousled, silver-colored hair, red eyes, pointed ears, and a slightly worried expression. He seems to be wearing an overcoat made of black feathers and black dress pants, and holds an umbrella in one hand.
Eito looks absolutely shocked. "I..."
"Fail-not. It's from the legend of King Arthur."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*love powerful enough to make her re-align her gender identity.. I say it works out* She tries to fall asleep as well.
He nuzzles her hair. "I'm so excited, dear. We'll have beautiful pups."
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She does take the time to look, smiling softly when she sees the strugel. She decides to get up and out of her mediation circle, able to continue later. She gives them a broad, sharp, toothy smile and begins to walk over to them, not getting too close, “Hello, sweetheart.”
"You do? From where?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hey y'all, I'm disappearing. I need sleep.*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*Rest well, mon ami!*
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, a wonderful love story for Rag to be a part of. Beautiful. That’s a good place to end that you too, if you want to, want anyone else?*
The snakes wrap around his fingers, but don’t squeeze, resting lazily on them, “We will, I’ve always wanted to be a mother, but I haven’t found that person I wanted to be the father, until you.”
*Good night Wendi, I’ll miss you.*
"It ain't rainin' is it?..." Jack asks tiredly from behind his mop of hair, inspecting the man
"You.. you don't want to..." he grips his hair, still holding the ring "I'm sorry, I..."
"I'd say its a fitting name." he puts away Wyvern and his rag.
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"Hey!" He says, smiling. He drops his apparatus and reaches up to gently grab her hand, running his paws over it. "Do you use metal tools and weapons?" He seems to be concentrating on something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Goodnight, boyo!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.