*Gonna intro another char now, I’ve had a lot of inspiration these days.*
Someone has made their way to that house on the hill that has burned twice over, sitting in the center, kneeling as white ornate gloved hands sift through the ashes left behind by both the fires, sniffing at the air and running their hands against what it left of the wall before looking at what remains of Nathanial’s skeleton. They shake their head, before walking over to the water at the edge of the cliff and staring out into the ocean.
They look human, or at least mostly so other than their head being a flower bud, yet to bloom as a trilling voice speaks in soft, tired tones, though optimistic “Loo’s handiwork, looks like the good ol’ gang’s set up shop somewhere nearby.” They say to no one in particular, their head changing, becoming entirely human in appearance as he lights a cigarette for themselves, turning into a human male, handsome enough to be noticed for it, sitting the cigarette on their lips and listening to the water. They are dressed in simple attire, a detective’s common uniform, brown shoes, spotless despite just walking through ash. He’s lanky, but not especially tall, more of a subtle height you don’t notice until up close, as well as a white button up, untucked, flapping gently in the wind as he taps a foot, thinking and blowing smoke.
*Atticus needs some love. Besides, I wanna play a wizard.*
Atticus is in the tavern sitting in front of a strange box, watching a muffin tin slowly rotate inside of it while it makes a loud MMMMMM noise.
*Did you give Atticus a microwave?*
The detective sits nearby, tapping his finger on the table, watching the strange device with eyes of constantly shifting colors, though it doesn’t seem to be a conscious shift.
*Atticus needs some love. Besides, I wanna play a wizard.*
Atticus is in the tavern sitting in front of a strange box, watching a muffin tin slowly rotate inside of it while it makes a loud MMMMMM noise.
*Did you give Atticus a microwave?*
The detective sits nearby, tapping his finger on the table, watching the strange device with eyes of constantly shifting colors, though it doesn’t seem to be a conscious shift.
*Atticus needs some love. Besides, I wanna play a wizard.*
Atticus is in the tavern sitting in front of a strange box, watching a muffin tin slowly rotate inside of it while it makes a loud MMMMMM noise.
*Did you give Atticus a microwave?*
The detective sits nearby, tapping his finger on the table, watching the strange device with eyes of constantly shifting colors, though it doesn’t seem to be a conscious shift.
*He's an archmage, after all.*
Atticus looks up at him. "You're new."
He smirks, teeth have an eeriness to them, like there is something wrong with them “Am I? You must have been here quite some time to say that. A pleasure.”
He smirks, teeth have an eeriness to them, like there is something wrong with them “Am I? You must have been here quite some time to say that. A pleasure.”
"Atticus Gorta. Don't smile at me." The microwave beeps very loudly and he pulls out the muffins. He does the toothpick test, then begins to frost them. The frosting somehow does not melt off.
He smirks, teeth have an eeriness to them, like there is something wrong with them “Am I? You must have been here quite some time to say that. A pleasure.”
"Atticus Gorta. Don't smile at me." The microwave beeps very loudly and he pulls out the muffins. He does the toothpick test, then begins to frost them. The frosting somehow does not melt off.
He tilts his head, and his lips curl back over his teeth, he doesn’t seem human, more closely something trying to mimic or copy a person, “Why don’t you want me to smile at you, Mr. Gorta?” He walks over, sitting down across from them.
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He sneaks payment on their person. "thanks."
he holds onto her, nuzzling her.
He walks in, uninvited, but expected, and sits down at a table.
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He slides the drink they wanted over to them, sipping his own “It’s nothing… really.”
She leads them back to the Campfire, walking inside.
Marie follows, sitting down near to Moonshine, looking at each other with a silent aggression.
"Are you certain of that? It was very kind."
"Drinking again?"
"Morgan, Moonshine." he cracks his neck
"As i've told you before, I kill bad people, no different than you."
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
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S♡J
2-13-25
“You want to be friends, it’s the least I could do in exchange.”
“No, no.” She sits them down at the bar and walks into the kitchen.
Marie looks to River, letting Jax handle this for now.
Moonshine glares at the both of them, crossing her legs. She sits her revolver in her lap, clear to see.
"Well, check your pockets."
He watches, intrigued.
"You don't even claim the bounties! And, where do the bodies go, dude?"
"I take what they have on them, and that is enough. To the Dark, of course."
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YES NO
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S♡J
2-13-25
He does check his pockets, finding the money within.
She closes the door, beginning to work on making them something.
Marie takes out one of her knives, the tip frosted over as snowflakes fall.
Moonshine nods “It ain’t yer business anyway, bad people are gettin’ gone, that’s all ya need ta know.”
There's a little more. "Told you I don't take handouts." he laughs
He lays his head down on the bar, playing with his collar as he waits
"Away, please." he says to Marie. "If you're gonna kill, at least register with a hunter's guild."
"No, my family is a guild in it's own right."
Jax sighs. "fine. whatever."
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S♡J
2-13-25
He laughs a little bit with them, “I can’t take this… you should have it back, I don’t take handouts either.”
After a while, she comes back out with a steaming meal and a small dessert for them.
She puts the knife away, taking her time as she watches them with slanted eyes.
“Why’re we even entertainin’ these two, we don’t need ta justify ourselves ta yall. River an’ I do what yall seem to not be able ta.”
*Gtg, see ya.*
*Good morning yall.*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*Mornin’ peoples, I’m here now.*
*[tucks blankets around you until you are a burrito and takes you over to the fryer.]*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*Wait! Wait! I should be pan seared first! Oil the pan! [struggles in the burrito blanket]*
*Gonna intro another char now, I’ve had a lot of inspiration these days.*
Someone has made their way to that house on the hill that has burned twice over, sitting in the center, kneeling as white ornate gloved hands sift through the ashes left behind by both the fires, sniffing at the air and running their hands against what it left of the wall before looking at what remains of Nathanial’s skeleton. They shake their head, before walking over to the water at the edge of the cliff and staring out into the ocean.
They look human, or at least mostly so other than their head being a flower bud, yet to bloom as a trilling voice speaks in soft, tired tones, though optimistic “Loo’s handiwork, looks like the good ol’ gang’s set up shop somewhere nearby.” They say to no one in particular, their head changing, becoming entirely human in appearance as he lights a cigarette for themselves, turning into a human male, handsome enough to be noticed for it, sitting the cigarette on their lips and listening to the water. They are dressed in simple attire, a detective’s common uniform, brown shoes, spotless despite just walking through ash. He’s lanky, but not especially tall, more of a subtle height you don’t notice until up close, as well as a white button up, untucked, flapping gently in the wind as he taps a foot, thinking and blowing smoke.
*Atticus needs some love. Besides, I wanna play a wizard.*
Atticus is in the tavern sitting in front of a strange box, watching a muffin tin slowly rotate inside of it while it makes a loud MMMMMM noise.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Did you give Atticus a microwave?*
The detective sits nearby, tapping his finger on the table, watching the strange device with eyes of constantly shifting colors, though it doesn’t seem to be a conscious shift.
*He's an archmage, after all.*
Atticus looks up at him. "You're new."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
He smirks, teeth have an eeriness to them, like there is something wrong with them “Am I? You must have been here quite some time to say that. A pleasure.”
"Atticus Gorta. Don't smile at me." The microwave beeps very loudly and he pulls out the muffins. He does the toothpick test, then begins to frost them. The frosting somehow does not melt off.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
He tilts his head, and his lips curl back over his teeth, he doesn’t seem human, more closely something trying to mimic or copy a person, “Why don’t you want me to smile at you, Mr. Gorta?” He walks over, sitting down across from them.