*Baalze, no need to tell me happy birthday, you didn’t even tell me when your birthday was, and I’ve been here a year so it had to have happened.*
*Oh, it was back in January. I kind of assumed no one would care.*
*My mental health has improved since then.*
*Oh when it January? It might be close to my dad’s birthday.*
*I’m happy to hear you’re doing better, love you bud.*
*20th, I think. It might be any day between 19 and 21, so 20 is the safest bet. When it gets around that time next year, if everyone is still here and Chris Cocks doesn't shut down the forums or something like that, I'll tell y'all about my birthday.*
*And when it comes I’ll wish you a happy birthday. Wanna rp or something while I’ve still got the time?*
*Sure! Desire anything in particular, or should we play it by ear?*
*Baalze, no need to tell me happy birthday, you didn’t even tell me when your birthday was, and I’ve been here a year so it had to have happened.*
*Oh, it was back in January. I kind of assumed no one would care.*
*My mental health has improved since then.*
*Oh when it January? It might be close to my dad’s birthday.*
*I’m happy to hear you’re doing better, love you bud.*
*20th, I think. It might be any day between 19 and 21, so 20 is the safest bet. When it gets around that time next year, if everyone is still here and Chris Cocks doesn't shut down the forums or something like that, I'll tell y'all about my birthday.*
*And when it comes I’ll wish you a happy birthday. Wanna rp or something while I’ve still got the time?*
*Sure! Desire anything in particular, or should we play it by ear?*
*Doesnt matter who I get, no preference, just the will to play. You want anybody though?*
*Sure! Desire anything in particular, or should we play it by ear?*
*Doesnt matter who I get, no preference, just the will to play. You want anybody though?*
*Nope! Go for whatever!*
Felix is setting up an inflatable pool, a slip-n-slide, and one of those sprinkler things with the wiggly tubes in his front yard. Like a mini water park.
Atticus is sitting at the bar, not wearing make-up for once. Without it, it's clear that he has burn scars on his face, especially near his missing eye. He looks tired and possibly hungover.
*Sure! Desire anything in particular, or should we play it by ear?*
*Doesnt matter who I get, no preference, just the will to play. You want anybody though?*
*Nope! Go for whatever!*
Felix is setting up an inflatable pool, a slip-n-slide, and one of those sprinkler things with the wiggly tubes in his front yard. Like a mini water park.
Atticus is sitting at the bar, not wearing make-up for once. Without it, it's clear that he has burn scars on his face, especially near his missing eye. He looks tired and possibly hungover.
Someone watches from nearby, the smell of good food mixing with cigar smoke in the air as Loo watches his fellow Stugel, or at least, fellow wouldn’t be the right word for a half breed.
Gin sits down next to them, patting them on the back and casting Greater Restoration. He says nothing, his eye concealed by his hair, putting down a cup of water, looking at Atticus with, probably concern.
Someone watches from nearby, the smell of good food mixing with cigar smoke in the air as Loo watches his fellow Stugel, or at least, fellow wouldn’t be the right word for a half breed.
Gin sits down next to them, patting them on the back and casting Greater Restoration. He says nothing, his eye concealed by his hair, putting down a cup of water, looking at Atticus with, probably concern.
Felix looks up... and up... and up. "Wow. You're a big one." He reaches into the big cooler he brought out and removes a home-made popsicle. He waddles over and offers it to Loo.
*Could I have a description? If I've met Gin before, I don't think I caught his name. Or maybe I just forgot.* Nothing of note happens, but he seems slightly less disgruntled now. He leans over, resting his cheek against Gin's arm and closing his remaining eye.
Someone watches from nearby, the smell of good food mixing with cigar smoke in the air as Loo watches his fellow Stugel, or at least, fellow wouldn’t be the right word for a half breed.
Gin sits down next to them, patting them on the back and casting Greater Restoration. He says nothing, his eye concealed by his hair, putting down a cup of water, looking at Atticus with, probably concern.
Felix looks up... and up... and up. "Wow. You're a big one." He reaches into the big cooler he brought out and removes a home-made popsicle. He waddles over and offers it to Loo.
*Could I have a description? If I've met Gin before, I don't think I caught his name. Or maybe I just forgot.* Nothing of note happens, but he seems slightly less disgruntled now. He leans over, resting his cheek against Gin's arm and closing his remaining eye.
*Minotaur guy, lots of hair, enough to hide most of his face other than his mouth, I think he fought Stigmata at the dome and met Prospero once.*
“Big? No, just tall. Not often is our kind my height I assume?” He takes the popsicle with a smile, “I’m only half Stugel, which is probably why the height difference is so great.” He crunches into the food.
He ‘looks’ down at them, letting them rest on him, pushing a glass of water in front of them, to that they can have something to help them feel a bit better.
Felix looks up... and up... and up. "Wow. You're a big one." He reaches into the big cooler he brought out and removes a home-made popsicle. He waddles over and offers it to Loo.
*Could I have a description? If I've met Gin before, I don't think I caught his name. Or maybe I just forgot.* Nothing of note happens, but he seems slightly less disgruntled now. He leans over, resting his cheek against Gin's arm and closing his remaining eye.
*Minotaur guy, lots of hair, enough to hide most of his face other than his mouth, I think he fought Stigmata at the dome and met Prospero once.*
“Big? No, just tall. Not often is our kind my height I assume?” He takes the popsicle with a smile, “I’m only half Stugel, which is probably why the height difference is so great.” He crunches into the food.
He ‘looks’ down at them, letting them rest on him, pushing a glass of water in front of them, to that they can have something to help them feel a bit better.
*HIM*
"Yeah, we're usually short and fat... and racist. You're kinda special on all accounts." He takes out a purple soda for himself. "So, where do you hail from?"
He opens his eye slightly and takes the glass, taking a sip. "Thank you." He says quietly. "I'm Atticus."
Felix looks up... and up... and up. "Wow. You're a big one." He reaches into the big cooler he brought out and removes a home-made popsicle. He waddles over and offers it to Loo.
*Could I have a description? If I've met Gin before, I don't think I caught his name. Or maybe I just forgot.* Nothing of note happens, but he seems slightly less disgruntled now. He leans over, resting his cheek against Gin's arm and closing his remaining eye.
*Minotaur guy, lots of hair, enough to hide most of his face other than his mouth, I think he fought Stigmata at the dome and met Prospero once.*
“Big? No, just tall. Not often is our kind my height I assume?” He takes the popsicle with a smile, “I’m only half Stugel, which is probably why the height difference is so great.” He crunches into the food.
He ‘looks’ down at them, letting them rest on him, pushing a glass of water in front of them, to that they can have something to help them feel a bit better.
*HIM*
"Yeah, we're usually short and fat... and racist. You're kinda special on all accounts." He takes out a purple soda for himself. "So, where do you hail from?"
He opens his eye slightly and takes the glass, taking a sip. "Thank you." He says quietly. "I'm Atticus."
“I’d say I’m still a bit fat.” He chuckles, “I was told stories about our people, and it seems I’m not the only one. From here, actually. I used to live in a house at a cliffside by the beach.” He tosses his cigar to the ground, crushing it.
“Gin.” He says simply, ordering himself another water, “Welcome.” He pulls back his hair, revealing his own scars.
"Yeah, we're usually short and fat... and racist. You're kinda special on all accounts." He takes out a purple soda for himself. "So, where do you hail from?"
He opens his eye slightly and takes the glass, taking a sip. "Thank you." He says quietly. "I'm Atticus."
“I’d say I’m still a bit fat.” He chuckles, “I was told stories about our people, and it seems I’m not the only one. From here, actually. I used to live in a house at a cliffside by the beach.” He tosses his cigar to the ground, crushing it.
“Gin.” He says simply, ordering himself another water, “Welcome.” He pulls back his hair, revealing his own scars.
"Oh, I grew up in Honkachu. My family leads most years." He is about to take a sip from his soda when he stops suddenly. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. You're from the house that burned down a couple days back, aren't you?"
He nods, holding his glass in both paws. "I'm... sad today. But I did everything right, I think. I'm just... sad."
*Sure, i'll give you my new autistic boy. he's like a mix of Jack and James. owt else?*
A younger adult male sits in the corner booth with his knees up to his chest, cloaked in batman pajamas and a sketchbook and crayon in paw. he's a grey wolf with blue highlights in his hair to match his eyes, and a relatively small stature.
*Probably, don't know who I want, do you mind picking?*
Loo, the stugel, sits down across from them. He looks down at them for a moment, before taking the cigar he had out of his mouth and cleaning some remaining blood off of his hands, he wouldn't want to traumatize any youths, despite not being very old himself, rather young actually.
Lacai is polishing his cart
Xavier is working on his prosthetic
Hylem looks at Loo briefly, going back to coloring.
Detective Bluebell, looking newly fixed up with the help from Atticus, walks over to the cart, looking down at little Lacai with strange eyes, almost human, but not close enough to be mistaken for one.
They feel a cold hand press against their back, and fangs slide into the ports on their neck.
He looks down with a friendly smile "What are you drawing? Or may I not know?" He speaks with respect, though just enough.
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Ahh-mmm...mmm." he tenses at first, relaxing eventually
He turns the sketchbook around. the drawing is incohesive.
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"Yeah, we're usually short and fat... and racist. You're kinda special on all accounts." He takes out a purple soda for himself. "So, where do you hail from?"
He opens his eye slightly and takes the glass, taking a sip. "Thank you." He says quietly. "I'm Atticus."
“I’d say I’m still a bit fat.” He chuckles, “I was told stories about our people, and it seems I’m not the only one. From here, actually. I used to live in a house at a cliffside by the beach.” He tosses his cigar to the ground, crushing it.
“Gin.” He says simply, ordering himself another water, “Welcome.” He pulls back his hair, revealing his own scars.
"Oh, I grew up in Honkachu. My family leads most years." He is about to take a sip from his soda when he stops suddenly. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. You're from the house that burned down a couple days back, aren't you?"
He nods, holding his glass in both paws. "I'm... sad today. But I did everything right, I think. I'm just... sad."
“Home only held so much value, I left there when my parents were murdered, don’t feel too bad.” He sits down next to them, crossing his legs, “You’re sympathy is much appreciated, you are far too kind to me.” He smiles happily.
“Everything right? What do you mean?” He asks, his gravelly voice having a bit of curiosity in it.
*Sure, i'll give you my new autistic boy. he's like a mix of Jack and James. owt else?*
A younger adult male sits in the corner booth with his knees up to his chest, cloaked in batman pajamas and a sketchbook and crayon in paw. he's a grey wolf with blue highlights in his hair to match his eyes, and a relatively small stature.
*Probably, don't know who I want, do you mind picking?*
Loo, the stugel, sits down across from them. He looks down at them for a moment, before taking the cigar he had out of his mouth and cleaning some remaining blood off of his hands, he wouldn't want to traumatize any youths, despite not being very old himself, rather young actually.
Lacai is polishing his cart
Xavier is working on his prosthetic
Hylem looks at Loo briefly, going back to coloring.
Detective Bluebell, looking newly fixed up with the help from Atticus, walks over to the cart, looking down at little Lacai with strange eyes, almost human, but not close enough to be mistaken for one.
They feel a cold hand press against their back, and fangs slide into the ports on their neck.
He looks down with a friendly smile "What are you drawing? Or may I not know?" He speaks with respect, though just enough.
"Hello, can I help you?"
"Ahh-mmm...mmm." he tenses at first, relaxing eventually
He turns the sketchbook around. the drawing is incohesive.
His eyes blink horizontally “Do you have any guides on how to act more human?”
The Duchess pulls back, kissing their cheek, “I love you, dear of mine.”
He tilts his head with a smile “Beautiful, but may I ask, what are they supposed to be?”
Night falls, and the lawn of the inn is empty. Almost. Silhouetted in the light of a small campfire is a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn. He sings an old, mournful song in a quiet, smooth baritone, as soft as a sigh, yet sad enough to make the stoic weep. His naval coat and hat are discarded beside him as he sits on the ground.
This is the song, for vibes
*yess*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
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*(looks for larger weapons) Um... (picks you up) YOU*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*(squeals, then realizes… now is my chance) Ha-Ha! (Hits you on the head with magic staff) YOU*
*Sure! Desire anything in particular, or should we play it by ear?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*(BITES you)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Doesnt matter who I get, no preference, just the will to play. You want anybody though?*
*thats it, I’m calling the tooth fairies*
*Nope! Go for whatever!*
Felix is setting up an inflatable pool, a slip-n-slide, and one of those sprinkler things with the wiggly tubes in his front yard. Like a mini water park.
Atticus is sitting at the bar, not wearing make-up for once. Without it, it's clear that he has burn scars on his face, especially near his missing eye. He looks tired and possibly hungover.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*They stopped messing with me a long time ago, friend. It's hard to eat teeth that eat you back.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Someone watches from nearby, the smell of good food mixing with cigar smoke in the air as Loo watches his fellow Stugel, or at least, fellow wouldn’t be the right word for a half breed.
Gin sits down next to them, patting them on the back and casting Greater Restoration. He says nothing, his eye concealed by his hair, putting down a cup of water, looking at Atticus with, probably concern.
*bah, I’ll need to have a talk with them later then*
*what’s the point of having a secret service of ravenous sprites if they aren’t going to brutalize my combatants for me?*
Felix looks up... and up... and up. "Wow. You're a big one." He reaches into the big cooler he brought out and removes a home-made popsicle. He waddles over and offers it to Loo.
*Could I have a description? If I've met Gin before, I don't think I caught his name. Or maybe I just forgot.* Nothing of note happens, but he seems slightly less disgruntled now. He leans over, resting his cheek against Gin's arm and closing his remaining eye.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Minotaur guy, lots of hair, enough to hide most of his face other than his mouth, I think he fought Stigmata at the dome and met Prospero once.*
“Big? No, just tall. Not often is our kind my height I assume?” He takes the popsicle with a smile, “I’m only half Stugel, which is probably why the height difference is so great.” He crunches into the food.
He ‘looks’ down at them, letting them rest on him, pushing a glass of water in front of them, to that they can have something to help them feel a bit better.
*HIM*
"Yeah, we're usually short and fat... and racist. You're kinda special on all accounts." He takes out a purple soda for himself. "So, where do you hail from?"
He opens his eye slightly and takes the glass, taking a sip. "Thank you." He says quietly. "I'm Atticus."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
“I’d say I’m still a bit fat.” He chuckles, “I was told stories about our people, and it seems I’m not the only one. From here, actually. I used to live in a house at a cliffside by the beach.” He tosses his cigar to the ground, crushing it.
“Gin.” He says simply, ordering himself another water, “Welcome.” He pulls back his hair, revealing his own scars.
"Oh, I grew up in Honkachu. My family leads most years." He is about to take a sip from his soda when he stops suddenly. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. You're from the house that burned down a couple days back, aren't you?"
He nods, holding his glass in both paws. "I'm... sad today. But I did everything right, I think. I'm just... sad."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
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YES NO
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
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“Home only held so much value, I left there when my parents were murdered, don’t feel too bad.” He sits down next to them, crossing his legs, “You’re sympathy is much appreciated, you are far too kind to me.” He smiles happily.
“Everything right? What do you mean?” He asks, his gravelly voice having a bit of curiosity in it.
His eyes blink horizontally “Do you have any guides on how to act more human?”
The Duchess pulls back, kissing their cheek, “I love you, dear of mine.”
He tilts his head with a smile “Beautiful, but may I ask, what are they supposed to be?”
"I don't keep books, unfortunately."
He holds her face, chirping. "Hello, my loves."
He shrugs, laughing.
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S♡J
2-13-25
*yess*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose