"Nice to meet ye too mate, my name is Sam." he grins and extends a hand.
They appear to be outside, nearly coughing out a lung from the sound of it.
He takes the hand, giving them a firm enough handshake "Where did you learn how to fight?"
He walks next to them, trying to examine exactly what's up with them. Medicine:32
*Oh I got an idea! You don't have to get BG3 if it's just us playing.*
*How so?*
"Mostly from my teen years. Parents thought it would be smart to make sure I knew how to defend myself," he chuckles and scratches the back of his neck.
He can easily tell that this man has too much magical energy in his system. Its extremely rare but sometimes a person cannot handle the magical energy around them and it causes them to become sickly.
*I use Share play, we play local coop. I'm pretty sure that would work.*
"Good, you had parents to teach you, they must have been good teachers." He smiles brightly at them, "I had to learn myself, the bloody way."
He pats their shoulder, rubbing the bridge of his nose "Of course you have so much raw power it's literally killing you. I'll make you a magical siphon to get some of it out of your system. I'm Sanviento by the way."
*I do not understand I'm afraid.*
"Thats... sad." he tilts his head and watches them.
"No no, don't touch me. I'm fine." he snaps and pulls away.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Hey Jester, I'm sorry but I probably won't be on tomorrow and I have a lot of stuff to do today, so I'm going to be trying to spend as much time with you as possible to make up for it.*
*Wanna RP?*
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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.
*Hey Jester, I'm sorry but I probably won't be on tomorrow and I have a lot of stuff to do today, so I'm going to be trying to spend as much time with you as possible to make up for it.*
*Wanna RP?*
*Oh yeah, don't worry about it dude, this is my last day on anyway. So lets do the most we can, I've trying to come up with like a Shovel Knight esqe character, which is another example of positive masculinity.*
*Who would you want to have?*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Hey Jester, I'm sorry but I probably won't be on tomorrow and I have a lot of stuff to do today, so I'm going to be trying to spend as much time with you as possible to make up for it.*
*Wanna RP?*
*Oh yeah, don't worry about it dude, this is my last day on anyway. So lets do the most we can, I've trying to come up with like a Shovel Knight esqe character, which is another example of positive masculinity.*
*Who would you want to have?*
*May I have... Rag and Captain Kazuya? (Did I spell it right? I don't think I did.)*
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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.
*Hey Jester, I'm sorry but I probably won't be on tomorrow and I have a lot of stuff to do today, so I'm going to be trying to spend as much time with you as possible to make up for it.*
*Wanna RP?*
*Oh yeah, don't worry about it dude, this is my last day on anyway. So lets do the most we can, I've trying to come up with like a Shovel Knight esqe character, which is another example of positive masculinity.*
*Who would you want to have?*
*May I have... Rag and Captain Kazuya? (Did I spell it right? I don't think I did.)*
*You did spell that correctly. Here you go, buddy.*
Rag is meditating inside of the Homeless Shelter, happy for anyone to join him in that, a soothing warmth radiating off of him. Unwittingly he's kinda become a god figure to some people, which he wouldn't like if he knew.
Kazuya has taken some time off work to sit at the ocean, watching the waves as he collects sea shells on the beach. He seems to just be having a good time.
*You did spell that correctly. Here you go, buddy.*
Rag is meditating inside of the Homeless Shelter, happy for anyone to join him in that, a soothing warmth radiating off of him. Unwittingly he's kinda become a god figure to some people, which he wouldn't like if he knew.
Kazuya has taken some time off work to sit at the ocean, watching the waves as he collects sea shells on the beach. He seems to just be having a good time.
Felix waddles over and lays in Rag's lap like a very heavy cat.
The masked strugel sprints over and dumps two pawfulls of the prettiest seashells Kazuya has ever seen directly into the Captain's lap. There's also a gingerbread cookie in the mix.
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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.
*You did spell that correctly. Here you go, buddy.*
Rag is meditating inside of the Homeless Shelter, happy for anyone to join him in that, a soothing warmth radiating off of him. Unwittingly he's kinda become a god figure to some people, which he wouldn't like if he knew.
Kazuya has taken some time off work to sit at the ocean, watching the waves as he collects sea shells on the beach. He seems to just be having a good time.
Felix waddles over and lays in Rag's lap like a very heavy cat.
The masked strugel sprints over and dumps two pawfulls of the prettiest seashells Kazuya has ever seen directly into the Captain's lap. There's also a gingerbread cookie in the mix.
He opens one of his eyes, smiling when he sees Felix lying there, "Hello, Felix. It's good to see you too."
He looks down at the seashells, holding and examining them for a moment before looking up and smiling as much as he can at the masked Strugel, "Thank you, all of this is kind of you. It is a pleasure to meet you."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Felix waddles over and lays in Rag's lap like a very heavy cat.
The masked strugel sprints over and dumps two pawfulls of the prettiest seashells Kazuya has ever seen directly into the Captain's lap. There's also a gingerbread cookie in the mix.
He opens one of his eyes, smiling when he sees Felix lying there, "Hello, Felix. It's good to see you too."
He looks down at the seashells, holding and examining them for a moment before looking up and smiling as much as he can at the masked Strugel, "Thank you, all of this is kind of you. It is a pleasure to meet you."
He nods. "Hey Rag. How's it hangin'?" He does the horns with his left paw.
The distorted mask makes the small man's heavy breathing into a melody. He eventually catches his breath after that seemingly desperate sprint. "Thank you. Can you..." he gasps for air, evidently having not completely caught his breath. "...help me... build a gingerbread house? Buncha feral kids in the woods... need food and shelter from... (deep, deep breath) the fey." He holds out a gloved paw to shake. "Also, have you ever performed a transplant in the field? I have like 30 kidneys and I don't have any idea which ones will work on one of the kids. He's really sick."
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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.
Felix waddles over and lays in Rag's lap like a very heavy cat.
The masked strugel sprints over and dumps two pawfulls of the prettiest seashells Kazuya has ever seen directly into the Captain's lap. There's also a gingerbread cookie in the mix.
He opens one of his eyes, smiling when he sees Felix lying there, "Hello, Felix. It's good to see you too."
He looks down at the seashells, holding and examining them for a moment before looking up and smiling as much as he can at the masked Strugel, "Thank you, all of this is kind of you. It is a pleasure to meet you."
He nods. "Hey Rag. How's it hangin'?" He does the horns with his left paw.
The distorted mask makes the small man's heavy breathing into a melody. He eventually catches his breath after that seemingly desperate sprint. "Thank you. Can you..." he gasps for air, evidently having not completely caught his breath. "...help me... build a gingerbread house? Buncha feral kids in the woods... need food and shelter from... (deep, deep breath) the fey." He holds out a gloved paw to shake. "Also, have you ever performed a transplant in the field? I have like 30 kidneys and I don't have any idea which ones will work on one of the kids. He's really sick."
He laughs just a bit, opening his other eyes, "Sam gave me a birthday gift yesterday, though I told her she didn't have to, so that was nice."
He takes their hand before putting the seashells a bit away from the shore so they will not simply get washed away. He pushes himself to his feet, realizing the seriousness of their needs immediately, not questioning the gingerbread house choice "I am a fire fighter, and was once a paramedic. If I cant help much with the house, I can certainly do a kidney transplant. We need to get the kid to the station, lead the way." He implores them, taking a deep breath and cracking his neck before picking them up and resting them on his shoulders so they don't have to tired themselves again.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He nods. "Hey Rag. How's it hangin'?" He does the horns with his left paw.
The distorted mask makes the small man's heavy breathing into a melody. He eventually catches his breath after that seemingly desperate sprint. "Thank you. Can you..." he gasps for air, evidently having not completely caught his breath. "...help me... build a gingerbread house? Buncha feral kids in the woods... need food and shelter from... (deep, deep breath) the fey." He holds out a gloved paw to shake. "Also, have you ever performed a transplant in the field? I have like 30 kidneys and I don't have any idea which ones will work on one of the kids. He's really sick."
He laughs just a bit, opening his other eyes, "Sam gave me a birthday gift yesterday, though I told her she didn't have to, so that was nice."
He takes their hand before putting the seashells a bit away from the shore so they will not simply get washed away. He pushes himself to his feet, realizing the seriousness of their needs immediately, not questioning the gingerbread house choice "I am a fire fighter, and was once a paramedic. If I cant help much with the house, I can certainly do a kidney transplant. We need to get the kid to the station, lead the way." He implores them, taking a deep breath and cracking his neck before picking them up and resting them on his shoulders so they don't have to tired themselves again.
"Dawww... that's cute. I should meet her someday." He begins taking some drinks out of his pack. "I didn't know it was your birthday, so please forgive me. I was saving these for the day, though."
He points the way directly into the deepest, darkest woods. They pass a house made of cookie dough on the way.
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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.
"Dawww... that's cute. I should meet her someday." He begins taking some drinks out of his pack. "I didn't know it was your birthday, so please forgive me. I was saving these for the day, though."
He points the way directly into the deepest, darkest woods. They pass a house made of cookie dough on the way.
"Don't worry, it was a few weeks ago, you don't have to do anything for me either." He smiles down at them, sighing happily "She said the same thing, I'll arrange something at some point."
He doesn't take the time to look at the house, letting the shock hit him later, he's got some kids to help. He runs through the forest, following their lead as much as he can.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Thats... sad." he tilts his head and watches them.
"No no, don't touch me. I'm fine." he snaps and pulls away.
*Okay, which part do you not understand? Or is it all of it?*
He shrugs, smiling at them, "It's not too bad, I miss them every day, but there's no getting them back. I doubt they'd want to come back."
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head "I'm not going to stop you if you want to die, but don't lie to me like I'm an idiot. You are dying, obviously."
*All of it. I'm not technically savvy.*
"Well, yeah, people like heaven. It's the big beyond mate," he chuckles.
"I am fine." he states again, his lip curling back in annoyance.
*Ah, okay, easy peezy. There is a feature for the PS4 and 5, that allows people to play other people's games without buying them, though it is a limited feature by time. Local coop is basically just like couch playing, splitscreen. Which means we basically play as if we were sitting right next to each other. If that doesn't work you do have to get the game, sorry.*
He chuckles with them, "The big beyond, I suppose you're right. Anyway, Sam, I gotta ask, why are you hiding what you really look like."
"You are lying. I'll get working on that siphon." He walks back into the library, sitting back down.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Thats... sad." he tilts his head and watches them.
"No no, don't touch me. I'm fine." he snaps and pulls away.
*Okay, which part do you not understand? Or is it all of it?*
He shrugs, smiling at them, "It's not too bad, I miss them every day, but there's no getting them back. I doubt they'd want to come back."
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head "I'm not going to stop you if you want to die, but don't lie to me like I'm an idiot. You are dying, obviously."
*All of it. I'm not technically savvy.*
"Well, yeah, people like heaven. It's the big beyond mate," he chuckles.
"I am fine." he states again, his lip curling back in annoyance.
*Ah, okay, easy peezy. There is a feature for the PS4 and 5, that allows people to play other people's games without buying them, though it is a limited feature by time. Local coop is basically just like couch playing, splitscreen. Which means we basically play as if we were sitting right next to each other. If that doesn't work you do have to get the game, sorry.*
He chuckles with them, "The big beyond, I suppose you're right. Anyway, Sam, I gotta ask, why are you hiding what you really look like."
"You are lying. I'll get working on that siphon." He walks back into the library, sitting back down.
*Ill have to figure it out when I get home. It sounds like it could work tho.*
"What do I look like?" he tilts his head, confused.
"I said no. I mean no!" he snarls.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Dawww... that's cute. I should meet her someday." He begins taking some drinks out of his pack. "I didn't know it was your birthday, so please forgive me. I was saving these for the day, though."
He points the way directly into the deepest, darkest woods. They pass a house made of cookie dough on the way.
"Don't worry, it was a few weeks ago, you don't have to do anything for me either." He smiles down at them, sighing happily "She said the same thing, I'll arrange something at some point."
He doesn't take the time to look at the house, letting the shock hit him later, he's got some kids to help. He runs through the forest, following their lead as much as he can.
He nods. "Here, I brewed this myself. It should be pretty decent." He hands over a wine bottle filled with indigo liquid.
He eventually finds a small group of huts filled with young adults and children dressed in leather and buckskin. They have many totems and talismans for protection, and are gathered around a fire pit, eating tiny birds and fairies. They panic at the sight of Kazuya, chattering in broken common and fluent Sylvan. One of them, an eight-year old, is laying on the ground and clutching their lower left side in pain, trying to crawl away. The strugel shouts something, and the ferals repeat it. This happens about three times before the ferals no longer panic and let Kazuya walk around unimpeded.
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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.
He nods. "Here, I brewed this myself. It should be pretty decent." He hands over a wine bottle filled with indigo liquid.
He eventually finds a small group of huts filled with young adults and children dressed in leather and buckskin. They have many totems and talismans for protection, and are gathered around a fire pit, eating tiny birds and fairies. They panic at the sight of Kazuya, chattering in broken common and fluent Sylvan. One of them, an eight-year old, is laying on the ground and clutching their lower left side in pain, trying to crawl away. The strugel shouts something, and the ferals repeat it. This happens about three times before the ferals no longer panic and let Kazuya walk around unimpeded.
He takes the bottle, looking inside at the liquid for a moment before popping it open with a claw, grabbing a small bowl and pouring a bit into it.
He puts the stugel down and moves over to the kid, picking them up, "We need to get him to the station, unless you have supplies here for the job without contaminating his internal organs any farther." He begins to give off a comforting heat, intended to dull the pain they feel as his own arms begin to burn, skin turned to ash flaking to the ground, "We need to move quickly." He looks down to the child, holding them close.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He nods. "Here, I brewed this myself. It should be pretty decent." He hands over a wine bottle filled with indigo liquid.
He eventually finds a small group of huts filled with young adults and children dressed in leather and buckskin. They have many totems and talismans for protection, and are gathered around a fire pit, eating tiny birds and fairies. They panic at the sight of Kazuya, chattering in broken common and fluent Sylvan. One of them, an eight-year old, is laying on the ground and clutching their lower left side in pain, trying to crawl away. The strugel shouts something, and the ferals repeat it. This happens about three times before the ferals no longer panic and let Kazuya walk around unimpeded.
He takes the bottle, looking inside at the liquid for a moment before popping it open with a claw, grabbing a small bowl and pouring a bit into it.
He puts the stugel down and moves over to the kid, picking them up, "We need to get him to the station, unless you have supplies here for the job without contaminating his internal organs any farther." He begins to give off a comforting heat, intended to dull the pain they feel as his own arms begin to burn, skin turned to ash flaking to the ground, "We need to move quickly." He looks down to the child, holding them close.
It shimmers like oil or fat, but smells like alcohol. "Looks nasty, but it's both delicious and strong, two things that usually don't go together."
"We do not. I've barely kept him alive thus far." He gives the kid a blue cookie with Druidic text written on it in frosting. "He'll last. If we run now." The masked creature pushes Kazuya a bit. "Lead the way."
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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.
He nods. "Here, I brewed this myself. It should be pretty decent." He hands over a wine bottle filled with indigo liquid.
He eventually finds a small group of huts filled with young adults and children dressed in leather and buckskin. They have many totems and talismans for protection, and are gathered around a fire pit, eating tiny birds and fairies. They panic at the sight of Kazuya, chattering in broken common and fluent Sylvan. One of them, an eight-year old, is laying on the ground and clutching their lower left side in pain, trying to crawl away. The strugel shouts something, and the ferals repeat it. This happens about three times before the ferals no longer panic and let Kazuya walk around unimpeded.
He takes the bottle, looking inside at the liquid for a moment before popping it open with a claw, grabbing a small bowl and pouring a bit into it.
He puts the stugel down and moves over to the kid, picking them up, "We need to get him to the station, unless you have supplies here for the job without contaminating his internal organs any farther." He begins to give off a comforting heat, intended to dull the pain they feel as his own arms begin to burn, skin turned to ash flaking to the ground, "We need to move quickly." He looks down to the child, holding them close.
It shimmers like oil or fat, but smells like alcohol. "Looks nasty, but it's both delicious and strong, two things that usually don't go together."
"We do not. I've barely kept him alive thus far." He gives the kid a blue cookie with Druidic text written on it in frosting. "He'll last. If we run now." The masked creature pushes Kazuya a bit. "Lead the way."
He shrugs, the smell interesting before he downs all of it in one go, all of it in the bowl anyway, pondering the flavor a moment after.
He begins sprinting as fast as he can go, leading them to the Fire Station, and once there, to the medical ward, going to one of the surgical rooms. He places them down on the bed, putting on some gloves, "We need to start, scalpel." He pinches a nerve on the kid's neck that would knock them out.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I do not understand I'm afraid.*
"Thats... sad." he tilts his head and watches them.
"No no, don't touch me. I'm fine." he snaps and pulls away.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Okay, which part do you not understand? Or is it all of it?*
He shrugs, smiling at them, "It's not too bad, I miss them every day, but there's no getting them back. I doubt they'd want to come back."
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head "I'm not going to stop you if you want to die, but don't lie to me like I'm an idiot. You are dying, obviously."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Hey Jester, I'm sorry but I probably won't be on tomorrow and I have a lot of stuff to do today, so I'm going to be trying to spend as much time with you as possible to make up for it.*
*Wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh yeah, don't worry about it dude, this is my last day on anyway. So lets do the most we can, I've trying to come up with like a Shovel Knight esqe character, which is another example of positive masculinity.*
*Who would you want to have?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*May I have... Rag and Captain Kazuya? (Did I spell it right? I don't think I did.)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*You did spell that correctly. Here you go, buddy.*
Rag is meditating inside of the Homeless Shelter, happy for anyone to join him in that, a soothing warmth radiating off of him. Unwittingly he's kinda become a god figure to some people, which he wouldn't like if he knew.
Kazuya has taken some time off work to sit at the ocean, watching the waves as he collects sea shells on the beach. He seems to just be having a good time.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Felix waddles over and lays in Rag's lap like a very heavy cat.
The masked strugel sprints over and dumps two pawfulls of the prettiest seashells Kazuya has ever seen directly into the Captain's lap. There's also a gingerbread cookie in the mix.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He opens one of his eyes, smiling when he sees Felix lying there, "Hello, Felix. It's good to see you too."
He looks down at the seashells, holding and examining them for a moment before looking up and smiling as much as he can at the masked Strugel, "Thank you, all of this is kind of you. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He nods. "Hey Rag. How's it hangin'?" He does the horns with his left paw.
The distorted mask makes the small man's heavy breathing into a melody. He eventually catches his breath after that seemingly desperate sprint. "Thank you. Can you..." he gasps for air, evidently having not completely caught his breath. "...help me... build a gingerbread house? Buncha feral kids in the woods... need food and shelter from... (deep, deep breath) the fey." He holds out a gloved paw to shake. "Also, have you ever performed a transplant in the field? I have like 30 kidneys and I don't have any idea which ones will work on one of the kids. He's really sick."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He laughs just a bit, opening his other eyes, "Sam gave me a birthday gift yesterday, though I told her she didn't have to, so that was nice."
He takes their hand before putting the seashells a bit away from the shore so they will not simply get washed away. He pushes himself to his feet, realizing the seriousness of their needs immediately, not questioning the gingerbread house choice "I am a fire fighter, and was once a paramedic. If I cant help much with the house, I can certainly do a kidney transplant. We need to get the kid to the station, lead the way." He implores them, taking a deep breath and cracking his neck before picking them up and resting them on his shoulders so they don't have to tired themselves again.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Dawww... that's cute. I should meet her someday." He begins taking some drinks out of his pack. "I didn't know it was your birthday, so please forgive me. I was saving these for the day, though."
He points the way directly into the deepest, darkest woods. They pass a house made of cookie dough on the way.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Don't worry, it was a few weeks ago, you don't have to do anything for me either." He smiles down at them, sighing happily "She said the same thing, I'll arrange something at some point."
He doesn't take the time to look at the house, letting the shock hit him later, he's got some kids to help. He runs through the forest, following their lead as much as he can.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*All of it. I'm not technically savvy.*
"Well, yeah, people like heaven. It's the big beyond mate," he chuckles.
"I am fine." he states again, his lip curling back in annoyance.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Ah, okay, easy peezy. There is a feature for the PS4 and 5, that allows people to play other people's games without buying them, though it is a limited feature by time. Local coop is basically just like couch playing, splitscreen. Which means we basically play as if we were sitting right next to each other. If that doesn't work you do have to get the game, sorry.*
He chuckles with them, "The big beyond, I suppose you're right. Anyway, Sam, I gotta ask, why are you hiding what you really look like."
"You are lying. I'll get working on that siphon." He walks back into the library, sitting back down.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Ill have to figure it out when I get home. It sounds like it could work tho.*
"What do I look like?" he tilts his head, confused.
"I said no. I mean no!" he snarls.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hope it works.*
"You're... well calling it a crocodile would be wrong. What happens when you go into the water." He gestures to the ocean.
"I'm just giving you the option. I wouldnt want to cough my lungs out." He opens another book.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He nods. "Here, I brewed this myself. It should be pretty decent." He hands over a wine bottle filled with indigo liquid.
He eventually finds a small group of huts filled with young adults and children dressed in leather and buckskin. They have many totems and talismans for protection, and are gathered around a fire pit, eating tiny birds and fairies. They panic at the sight of Kazuya, chattering in broken common and fluent Sylvan. One of them, an eight-year old, is laying on the ground and clutching their lower left side in pain, trying to crawl away. The strugel shouts something, and the ferals repeat it. This happens about three times before the ferals no longer panic and let Kazuya walk around unimpeded.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes the bottle, looking inside at the liquid for a moment before popping it open with a claw, grabbing a small bowl and pouring a bit into it.
He puts the stugel down and moves over to the kid, picking them up, "We need to get him to the station, unless you have supplies here for the job without contaminating his internal organs any farther." He begins to give off a comforting heat, intended to dull the pain they feel as his own arms begin to burn, skin turned to ash flaking to the ground, "We need to move quickly." He looks down to the child, holding them close.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
It shimmers like oil or fat, but smells like alcohol. "Looks nasty, but it's both delicious and strong, two things that usually don't go together."
"We do not. I've barely kept him alive thus far." He gives the kid a blue cookie with Druidic text written on it in frosting. "He'll last. If we run now." The masked creature pushes Kazuya a bit. "Lead the way."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He shrugs, the smell interesting before he downs all of it in one go, all of it in the bowl anyway, pondering the flavor a moment after.
He begins sprinting as fast as he can go, leading them to the Fire Station, and once there, to the medical ward, going to one of the surgical rooms. He places them down on the bed, putting on some gloves, "We need to start, scalpel." He pinches a nerve on the kid's neck that would knock them out.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)