"Impressive. It would be rude of me to decline such a gracious offer." He bows, looping his shopping basket under his arm. "My name is Baegoji. I've never met a State Alchemist in person before. Very glad to make such a change."
He smiles at them, before tapping his ear and his throat, suggesting that he can hear them but can’t speak, and so he signs “Think nothing of it, the least I could do for a strange. I’m F-L-Y-N-N ARM-STRONG.” He says, giving a silent chuckle before taking the coin back.
"Now I'm glad I learned sign all those years ago. It's great to make your acquaintance, Flynn, and I'm happy to see that the Law of Hospitality is still respected, especially in places where it isn't enforced. Feels good to see the best in humanity sometimes, you know?" He chuckles back. "So, what you looking for?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut for Salem. That sounds absolutely fantastic.*
“Expert? No, I’m okay. What do you do? You’ve got do something amazing, like modeling or something.”
He kisses them back, lying back on the couch, “That won’t stop me, I love you.”
Nine meows, before hopping away, minutes later, Paracelsus is leaning against the monkey bars nearby.
"I'm too big for most cameras now, so I mainly cook and invite friends over to hang out. For money, I try and run a massage clinic wherever I am"
"Love you too." she lays on the ground next to the couch, yawning
"Doctor?" he asks, looking around. "A little help?"
“A massage clinic? That sounds… really nice the more I think about.” She says, looking into the distance as she wraps some of the fur and fluff around herself, “You seem… really nice and stuff.”
He puts his arms behind his head, closing his eyes, “Do you want to do anything today? If not I might just take a nap.”
She looks up at them, her hands on her hips as she tilts her head, “How did you get up there, handsome?” She gives them a villainous grin.
(Gtg on a bike ride, won’t take too long though)
"I gotta get my license to practice here and stuff, but soon enough i'll be up and running."
"I was planning on flying today, just for fun."
"I don't remember.." he says, pouting
“That sounds really nice… letting the fear be pushed out of my body by strong hands.” She fantasizes for a moment.
“If you want me to come along I will. If that’s okay.”
“Do you want me to get your medicine or help you down?” She asks.
"It'd be just my fingers." he chuckles
"That'd be wonderful, my love." she smiles
"Get me down, please.."
“Fingers are practically the same as hands when you’re that big.” She says, fiddling with her lantern.
He pushes himself to a sitting position on the couch, taking some time to process their words.
She climbs up the monkey bars, before pouring some acid around their legs, freeing them to drop down.
"Impressive. It would be rude of me to decline such a gracious offer." He bows, looping his shopping basket under his arm. "My name is Baegoji. I've never met a State Alchemist in person before. Very glad to make such a change."
He smiles at them, before tapping his ear and his throat, suggesting that he can hear them but can’t speak, and so he signs “Think nothing of it, the least I could do for a strange. I’m F-L-Y-N-N ARM-STRONG.” He says, giving a silent chuckle before taking the coin back.
"Now I'm glad I learned sign all those years ago. It's great to make your acquaintance, Flynn, and I'm happy to see that the Law of Hospitality is still respected, especially in places where it isn't enforced. Feels good to see the best in humanity sometimes, you know?" He chuckles back. "So, what you looking for?"
He thinks for a moment before signing, seeming proud in himself a least a bit from all of their words “Maybe just some alchemical supplies, you know, little things. What are you gathering all of this stuff for?” He offers to carry the things for them, holding out his arms.
The 4'5 'Human' walks over, smiling. "Nice sword. I've got some too, but they're all wooden." He places a bottle of baekseju on the table in front of him. "You must be excited to show up this early. As you should be. I've developed these marinades through decades of trial and error, and I'm certain you'll enjoy at least half of the bulgogi I've prepared. The rice is cooking right now, and Oris is watching over the banchan." He gestures to the cat-serpent at the outdoor kitchen he set up.
He puts his pams together, jutting out his pointer and middle fingers and nodding respectfully. "You are a gracious host. It has been many a moon since I've had food cooked by someone who gets close to my people's cuisine, and so I am very excited." he smiles, looking at Oris as they're gestured to
The creature chirps as it makes eye contact (picture in spoiler). The host laughs. "I thought I recognized your armor style. So, Samurai, Ronin, or simply an enjoyer of such styles?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cut for Salem. That sounds absolutely fantastic.*
“Expert? No, I’m okay. What do you do? You’ve got do something amazing, like modeling or something.”
He kisses them back, lying back on the couch, “That won’t stop me, I love you.”
Nine meows, before hopping away, minutes later, Paracelsus is leaning against the monkey bars nearby.
"I'm too big for most cameras now, so I mainly cook and invite friends over to hang out. For money, I try and run a massage clinic wherever I am"
"Love you too." she lays on the ground next to the couch, yawning
"Doctor?" he asks, looking around. "A little help?"
“A massage clinic? That sounds… really nice the more I think about.” She says, looking into the distance as she wraps some of the fur and fluff around herself, “You seem… really nice and stuff.”
He puts his arms behind his head, closing his eyes, “Do you want to do anything today? If not I might just take a nap.”
She looks up at them, her hands on her hips as she tilts her head, “How did you get up there, handsome?” She gives them a villainous grin.
(Gtg on a bike ride, won’t take too long though)
"I gotta get my license to practice here and stuff, but soon enough i'll be up and running."
"I was planning on flying today, just for fun."
"I don't remember.." he says, pouting
“That sounds really nice… letting the fear be pushed out of my body by strong hands.” She fantasizes for a moment.
“If you want me to come along I will. If that’s okay.”
“Do you want me to get your medicine or help you down?” She asks.
"It'd be just my fingers." he chuckles
"That'd be wonderful, my love." she smiles
"Get me down, please.."
“Fingers are practically the same as hands when you’re that big.” She says, fiddling with her lantern.
He pushes himself to a sitting position on the couch, taking some time to process their words.
She climbs up the monkey bars, before pouring some acid around their legs, freeing them to drop down.
"Shhhh, don't think about the logistics. Whatcha doin'?"
She climbs up onto the couch, leaning into him
He drops to his back with a thud and a groan, as well as a cough. "[GP].."
“Just… working on my lantern, it’s kind of my way of doing everything I do.” She giggles from their words, getting more comfortable by the moment.
He lets them lean, analyzing her with a smile, “Whenever you want to go.”
She hops down from the spot she was at, landing next to them and pouring an altered healing potion into their mouth.
"Now I'm glad I learned sign all those years ago. It's great to make your acquaintance, Flynn, and I'm happy to see that the Law of Hospitality is still respected, especially in places where it isn't enforced. Feels good to see the best in humanity sometimes, you know?" He chuckles back. "So, what you looking for?"
He thinks for a moment before signing, seeming proud in himself a least a bit from all of their words “Maybe just some alchemical supplies, you know, little things. What are you gathering all of this stuff for?” He offers to carry the things for them, holding out his arms.
He shakes his head at the offer, grinning. "I'm preparing for a barbecue. Everyone will be allowed to cook their own meat, and that means at least someone will get burned. Surely you've seen them? Poor, innocent civilians. This is a teaching moment for them, but I need to put up at least some guardrails. If they get hurt, that's on them, but I'll still try and keep them safe and happy even when that happens."
"Now I'm glad I learned sign all those years ago. It's great to make your acquaintance, Flynn, and I'm happy to see that the Law of Hospitality is still respected, especially in places where it isn't enforced. Feels good to see the best in humanity sometimes, you know?" He chuckles back. "So, what you looking for?"
He thinks for a moment before signing, seeming proud in himself a least a bit from all of their words “Maybe just some alchemical supplies, you know, little things. What are you gathering all of this stuff for?” He offers to carry the things for them, holding out his arms.
He shakes his head at the offer, grinning. "I'm preparing for a barbecue. Everyone will be allowed to cook their own meat, and that means at least someone will get burned. Surely you've seen them? Poor, innocent civilians. This is a teaching moment for them, but I need to put up at least some guardrails. If they get hurt, that's on them, but I'll still try and keep them safe and happy even when that happens."
He nods along with their words, crossing his arms in understanding and agreement before signing “The best way to learn is experience, after all, I wouldn’t be where I am now without some experience of my own.” He unwraps the bandages in his arms a little to show them some horrific burn scars that cover them in their entirety, leaving the skin looking awful.
The creature chirps as it makes eye contact (picture in spoiler). The host laughs. "I thought I recognized your armor style. So, Samurai, Ronin, or simply an enjoyer of such styles?"
(if not friend, why friend shaped?)
"I suppose a Ronin, though only because I am the last of my people. My name is Aokiji Tatakashi" he says, pulling his jingasa out of his face.
"Sounds like a crying shame. I'm Beagoji. I'm glad to meet you, Aokiji." He pulls out a little book. "Hm. What were your people called? I might have met them before. I am very old, and have travelled very far."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hello to you too Wendi, good to see you.*
"Now I'm glad I learned sign all those years ago. It's great to make your acquaintance, Flynn, and I'm happy to see that the Law of Hospitality is still respected, especially in places where it isn't enforced. Feels good to see the best in humanity sometimes, you know?" He chuckles back. "So, what you looking for?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hello, Wendigo*
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.
“Fingers are practically the same as hands when you’re that big.” She says, fiddling with her lantern.
He pushes himself to a sitting position on the couch, taking some time to process their words.
She climbs up the monkey bars, before pouring some acid around their legs, freeing them to drop down.
*Good morning frens, i am alive after so many days away*
He thinks for a moment before signing, seeming proud in himself a least a bit from all of their words “Maybe just some alchemical supplies, you know, little things. What are you gathering all of this stuff for?” He offers to carry the things for them, holding out his arms.
The creature chirps as it makes eye contact (picture in spoiler). The host laughs. "I thought I recognized your armor style. So, Samurai, Ronin, or simply an enjoyer of such styles?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Just… working on my lantern, it’s kind of my way of doing everything I do.” She giggles from their words, getting more comfortable by the moment.
He lets them lean, analyzing her with a smile, “Whenever you want to go.”
She hops down from the spot she was at, landing next to them and pouring an altered healing potion into their mouth.
*GTG*
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.
He shakes his head at the offer, grinning. "I'm preparing for a barbecue. Everyone will be allowed to cook their own meat, and that means at least someone will get burned. Surely you've seen them? Poor, innocent civilians. This is a teaching moment for them, but I need to put up at least some guardrails. If they get hurt, that's on them, but I'll still try and keep them safe and happy even when that happens."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She blows something through the lantern, making a mist that seems to cover the environment, soothing and yet invigorating.
He pushes himself up from the couch, taking a moment to decide on his mop or his broom, deciding on his mop, which flies to his hand, “Why not?”
She helps them up, before turning to Nine, “You told me he was trapped in a well, you need to kick that lying habit, Nine.”
He nods along with their words, crossing his arms in understanding and agreement before signing “The best way to learn is experience, after all, I wouldn’t be where I am now without some experience of my own.” He unwraps the bandages in his arms a little to show them some horrific burn scars that cover them in their entirety, leaving the skin looking awful.
"Sounds like a crying shame. I'm Beagoji. I'm glad to meet you, Aokiji." He pulls out a little book. "Hm. What were your people called? I might have met them before. I am very old, and have travelled very far."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I AM ON TOP OF THE WORLD*