*Just wanted to inform his greatest fan, more of a dragon lord now that I think about it. The tieflings? Here ya go.*
Damian is working on his garden, humming to himself as he works on the crops.
Pimento is back at ‘The restaurant’, going back to working without much issue.
He hears a sudden movement. When he turns to look, there is nothing there but a small pile of dirt. Multiple, actually, in varying levels of compactness, implying that they were made at different times.
*Just wanted to inform his greatest fan, more of a dragon lord now that I think about it. The tieflings? Here ya go.*
Damian is working on his garden, humming to himself as he works on the crops.
Pimento is back at ‘The restaurant’, going back to working without much issue.
He hears a sudden movement. When he turns to look, there is nothing there but a small pile of dirt. Multiple, actually, in varying levels of compactness, implying that they were made at different times.
Felix waddles inside and yawns.
He raises an eyebrow, before digging one of the piles up to see if there is anything underneath “I may be reaching mid life, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how to cast Fireball.”
Hes standing at the front, having taken on the role and changed his attire to look more fitting of it “Hello, sir.”
He hears a sudden movement. When he turns to look, there is nothing there but a small pile of dirt. Multiple, actually, in varying levels of compactness, implying that they were made at different times.
Felix waddles inside and yawns.
He raises an eyebrow, before digging one of the piles up to see if there is anything underneath “I may be reaching mid life, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how to cast Fireball.”
Hes standing at the front, having taken on the role and changed his attire to look more fitting of it “Hello, sir.”
There are the bones of several small animals in there. They look chewed. Many are charred, or have been cracked open to remove the marrow. The Squire slowly peeks out from behind a tree.
"Hey, man. This place looks nice." He sleepily bonks his head on Pimento's leg, letting it rest there for a solid three seconds before heading to a booth.
He hears a sudden movement. When he turns to look, there is nothing there but a small pile of dirt. Multiple, actually, in varying levels of compactness, implying that they were made at different times.
Felix waddles inside and yawns.
He raises an eyebrow, before digging one of the piles up to see if there is anything underneath “I may be reaching mid life, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how to cast Fireball.”
Hes standing at the front, having taken on the role and changed his attire to look more fitting of it “Hello, sir.”
There are the bones of several small animals in there. They look chewed. Many are charred, or have been cracked open to remove the marrow. The Squire slowly peeks out from behind a tree.
"Hey, man. This place looks nice." He sleepily bonks his head on Pimento's leg, letting it rest there for a solid three seconds before heading to a booth.
He shovels up the remains, and takes them to the compost pile, “I see you, you are going to stop littering, instead you’re going to put anything you kill in this compost.”
He looks down to them, concerned as he takes them to their seat, “How much sleep have you gotten, recently sir?” He asks, looking down at their eyes as they sit them down.
There are the bones of several small animals in there. They look chewed. Many are charred, or have been cracked open to remove the marrow. The Squire slowly peeks out from behind a tree.
"Hey, man. This place looks nice." He sleepily bonks his head on Pimento's leg, letting it rest there for a solid three seconds before heading to a booth.
He shovels up the remains, and takes them to the compost pile, “I see you, you are going to stop littering, instead you’re going to put anything you kill in this compost.”
He looks down to them, concerned as he takes them to their seat, “How much sleep have you gotten, recently sir?” He asks, looking down at their eyes as they sit them down.
He nods nervously, not confident enough to speak real words. He opens his mouth to try, but what comes out are faint, squeaky choking noises.
"Almost enough. I could always go for more, but the opportunity cost for sleeping 24/7 is pretty big. Also I'd starve." His eyes are big, pink spirals, but they somehow display a sort of soft gentleness to them.
*I should probably ask, does anyone else want to rp?*
*Of course. How about the Squire and Felix for now?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That sounds perfect, who might you want in exchange? Oh btw, Rag’s kinda a god now.*
*Welcome back.*
“Rex…” She taps her chin before smiling “Never heard of him, you were never the type for guys, what makes him different?”
“Stand?” He asks, looking through his book for something, “Why are you so sad?”
He cracks a small smile back at them, “Fine, you’re fluffy protector I am.”
*How about... Damien and Pimento, then?*
*Also, I had no idea.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Just wanted to inform his greatest fan, more of a dragon lord now that I think about it. The tieflings? Here ya go.*
Damian is working on his garden, humming to himself as he works on the crops.
Pimento is back at ‘The restaurant’, going back to working without much issue.
*Dont worry about it.*
“Ya always were a sucker fer somebody quick on their feet.” She smiles brightly at them, “Hope the best fer the poor fool.”
“Tried creating a spirit creation with a machine? Can I… have a look? At your soul I mean… not the machine.”
He pats their head, “If you say so, now, I’m going to secure the building.” He stands up.
He hears a sudden movement. When he turns to look, there is nothing there but a small pile of dirt. Multiple, actually, in varying levels of compactness, implying that they were made at different times.
Felix waddles inside and yawns.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He raises an eyebrow, before digging one of the piles up to see if there is anything underneath “I may be reaching mid life, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten how to cast Fireball.”
Hes standing at the front, having taken on the role and changed his attire to look more fitting of it “Hello, sir.”
She stands up with her empty plate, “I should get goin’, nice catchin’ up, Anna.”
His divine power expands, tapping into the feeling of their soul, or what’s left of it.
He walks off to go do exactly that, waving them goodbye for now.
There are the bones of several small animals in there. They look chewed. Many are charred, or have been cracked open to remove the marrow. The Squire slowly peeks out from behind a tree.
"Hey, man. This place looks nice." He sleepily bonks his head on Pimento's leg, letting it rest there for a solid three seconds before heading to a booth.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He shovels up the remains, and takes them to the compost pile, “I see you, you are going to stop littering, instead you’re going to put anything you kill in this compost.”
He looks down to them, concerned as he takes them to their seat, “How much sleep have you gotten, recently sir?” He asks, looking down at their eyes as they sit them down.
*Good end, want that mafia boss now?*
She puts the sink away, leaving them a little money on the counter before heading out.
He looks back up to them, “You have a piece of soul missing, want me to help find it?”
He nods nervously, not confident enough to speak real words. He opens his mouth to try, but what comes out are faint, squeaky choking noises.
"Almost enough. I could always go for more, but the opportunity cost for sleeping 24/7 is pretty big. Also I'd starve." His eyes are big, pink spirals, but they somehow display a sort of soft gentleness to them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels