The man glances over. "Hey there." He has a light Korean accent. "Would you like to order?" He ignores the fact that he's bleeding and just scared off about 13 people by doing... something.
He looks down to their wound where they are bleeding, squinting his eyes, "Not at the moment, if that's allowed. You know you are bleeding, do you want help with that?" He asks, putting his cigar away.
He looks at the knife wounds across his arm and torso. "I'd like that, thank you. We only have bandaids, and I can't cook while bleeding."
The man glances over. "Hey there." He has a light Korean accent. "Would you like to order?" He ignores the fact that he's bleeding and just scared off about 13 people by doing... something.
He looks down to their wound where they are bleeding, squinting his eyes, "Not at the moment, if that's allowed. You know you are bleeding, do you want help with that?" He asks, putting his cigar away.
He looks at the knife wounds across his arm and torso. "I'd like that, thank you. We only have bandaids, and I can't cook while bleeding."
He tears off a bit of his shirt, putting pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding while he wraps up both injuries, "Mind explaining how you got these?"
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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.'
*Goooooooood morning, laddies, lasses, and lassos! How doth thee fare today?*
Omori is continuing her study of the druidic arts, getting ever closer to casting her first 2nd-level spell. She occasionally consults the notes she took from her time in the star fields, using the guidance within to gradually improve her technique.
The Architect is continuing her experiments with the blight flower serum, hoping to find some way to safely incorporate another powerful magical substance into the smorgasbord of eldritch influences she's made herself into. The nearby nightmare child, who I am deciding shall be named Luna, is playfully tearing a piece of cloth into tiny shreds with their teeth and claws.
Mavis has finished creating her monster-scale mail, and has decided to test it. She has set off to hunt another beast in the forest, wearing her somewhat-imposing looking armor as she prepares her weapons.
*Hello, if I didn't already have three rps, I would rp with you, I apologize, and Luna is an amazing name, an homage to Moon, who doesn't have the interest to write anymore.*
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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 will be fine. I have cast many spells of healing, even those of remove curse.. I have made amends with what is happening to me." she sighs.
He begins to crawl out of the water. Where once was a human man is now a creature that is a mix of crocodile, serpent, and even aboleth.
"I know I cannot heal you any more than what has been tried, but I could help to make your life easier at least. If you are ever in need of anything, please ask."
He takes some more deep breath, less worried about their appearance than before, "I thought you were with Val and the rest... sorry."
She sighs and rubs her temples "You are not going to let this go hm?"
"I am not with or working for anyone.." he grumbles.
"If I did, I wouldn't be who I am." He chuckles with a smile, "Will you allow me to help you?"
He nods again, "Well, I saw you with them, I shouldn't have assumed."
She stares at him before shaking her head.
He huffs and begins to dry off. The more he becomes dry, the more he takes back on his human shape.
Sam walks into the diner, a curious expression on his face that makes him look akin to a dog or otter. He quickly fixes his shaggy mohawk, brushing it back. His eyes meet the cook's as he waves and smiles brightly. "Oi there! Ye open?"
He nods. "Yup. Anything you're interested in? We've recently started offering salads, but in cups to make them portable." He pulls a needle and thread from his pocket and begins to stitch his wounds.
Sam hisses, wincing at the display "Oi! That can't be good now can it. Here, let me try." he grins and walks up to them.
*Goooooooood morning, laddies, lasses, and lassos! How doth thee fare today?*
Omori is continuing her study of the druidic arts, getting ever closer to casting her first 2nd-level spell. She occasionally consults the notes she took from her time in the star fields, using the guidance within to gradually improve her technique.
The Architect is continuing her experiments with the blight flower serum, hoping to find some way to safely incorporate another powerful magical substance into the smorgasbord of eldritch influences she's made herself into. The nearby nightmare child, who I am deciding shall be named Luna, is playfully tearing a piece of cloth into tiny shreds with their teeth and claws.
Mavis has finished creating her monster-scale mail, and has decided to test it. She has set off to hunt another beast in the forest, wearing her somewhat-imposing looking armor as she prepares her weapons.
*Hello, if I didn't already have three rps, I would rp with you, I apologize, and Luna is an amazing name, an homage to Moon, who doesn't have the interest to write anymore.*
*That's alright- hopefully we can find the time later. The name is both a homage to Moon, and a slight homage to Bloodborne's Moon Presence.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
“That’s all I’ve been doing since I found out. But there’s no results yet. I’m not a medical expert, after all.”
He shrugs. “…yeah. You’re already married to her after all. I would’ve thought that that would be a step you’d take before getting hitched.”
"Hmm, well, luckily, your student is." She sits down at her desk, "What are the symptoms you know of?"
"Eh, she doesn't much like her parents, and they don't seem to have much fondness for them. The only reason I get to meet them is because of our daughter and son." He shrugs, "Want some veges?"
“Nothing has really emerged yet… but most likely similar to lymphoma. It’s magical in nature but presumably follows at least a few rules of ordinary afflictions.”
”Sure, if you don’t need them, but I wouldn’t wanna take them from you. Do you know why they’re estranged?”
"Hmm, a magical disease." She opens her notebook and begins writing "We have the date of fatality down to a range of years, and nothing has emerged from what we know."
"I know practically nothing about them, other than one is a god, and the other isn't." He begins plucking greens from the garden.
“Mhm.” Thirteen still looks fretful. “Putting it down in writing isn’t going to help that much though.”
Mauric stoops beside you. “You know, I feel like this gods stuff is everywhere I go, and I’m no closer to wrapping my head around it. How are you guys all so casual about knowing that there’s an afterlife and a god and all of these things that people where I’m from are so tormented by? Like, how can people live evil lives when your average archmage can bring a damned soul back to this world for observation by anyone??”
Mauric stoops beside you. “You know, I feel like this gods stuff is everywhere I go, and I’m no closer to wrapping my head around it. How are you guys all so casual about knowing that there’s an afterlife and a god and all of these things that people where I’m from are so tormented by? Like, how can people live evil lives when your average archmage can bring a damned soul back to this world for observation by anyone??”
She taps her chin with her pencil, "Have you contacted other medical experts? Or other magic experts?"
"Oh I'm not used to it at all, I died less than a year ago. If it wasn't for Xavier I would've permanently been dead. I'm just numb to it all at this point, I just pretend it makes sense and move on with my life." He shrugs, passing them a rather large tomato, "This place is just so insane that I ignore what doesn't make sense, justify it to myself so I don't go any crazier."
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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.'
Mauric stoops beside you. “You know, I feel like this gods stuff is everywhere I go, and I’m no closer to wrapping my head around it. How are you guys all so casual about knowing that there’s an afterlife and a god and all of these things that people where I’m from are so tormented by? Like, how can people live evil lives when your average archmage can bring a damned soul back to this world for observation by anyone??”
She taps her chin with her pencil, "Have you contacted other medical experts? Or other magic experts?"
"Oh I'm not used to it at all, I died less than a year ago. If it wasn't for Xavier I would've permanently been dead. I'm just numb to it all at this point, I just pretend it makes sense and move on with my life." He shrugs, passing them a rather large tomato, "This place is just so insane that I ignore what doesn't make sense, justify it to myself so I don't go any crazier."
“Not really.”
“…sounds good.” He takes the tomato ruefully.
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*That's alright- hopefully we can find the time later. The name is both a homage to Moon, and a slight homage to Bloodborne's Moon Presence.*
*Of course, which makes it all the better. I really hope we find time at some point, because, you may already know, but I am leaving Dnd beyond soon.*
*I've heard the news, and I am sorry that you're being forced to leave. I know a lot of my characters on Lord's Rest have connections to your characters, so if you'd like, we can discuss in a PM ways to give them a proper farewell. Of course, these are your characters- I wouldn't want to interfere if you already have plans for them.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*That's alright- hopefully we can find the time later. The name is both a homage to Moon, and a slight homage to Bloodborne's Moon Presence.*
*Of course, which makes it all the better. I really hope we find time at some point, because, you may already know, but I am leaving Dnd beyond soon.*
*I've heard the news, and I am sorry that you're being forced to leave. I know a lot of my characters on Lord's Rest have connections to your characters, so if you'd like, we can discuss in a PM ways to give them a proper farewell. Of course, these are your characters- I wouldn't want to interfere if you already have plans for them.*
*Oh no no no, don't worry, I may be leaving, but that doesn't mean I'm going to say goodbye, I'll be back, one day or another, and my characters, or at least some of them, will be back with me. It's not like I'm going to kill them in a fiery explosion, that's only going to happen to Thorfinn.*
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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 looks at the knife wounds across his arm and torso. "I'd like that, thank you. We only have bandaids, and I can't cook while bleeding."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
He tears off a bit of his shirt, putting pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding while he wraps up both injuries, "Mind explaining how you got these?"
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.)
*Hello, if I didn't already have three rps, I would rp with you, I apologize, and Luna is an amazing name, an homage to Moon, who doesn't have the interest to write anymore.*
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.)
She stares at him before shaking her head.
He huffs and begins to dry off. The more he becomes dry, the more he takes back on his human shape.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
Sam hisses, wincing at the display "Oi! That can't be good now can it. Here, let me try." he grins and walks up to them.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
He sighs, "Then I won't help you directly." He finishes his tea, closing his eyes.
"Are you friends with them?" He asks, curious to the transformation, watching them closely.
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.)
She grumbles and tilts her head back, "Why.."
"I don't know. Im scared I might've helped you and also put a bounty on my head."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*That's alright- hopefully we can find the time later. The name is both a homage to Moon, and a slight homage to Bloodborne's Moon Presence.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He tilts his head, thinking about the answer, "It's the only thing I want to do anymore, help others, elevate them above myself."
He shakes his head, shaking still "They... probably wouldn't do that... probably. You should go before you're seen with me."
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.)
*Of course, which makes it all the better. I really hope we find time at some point, because, you may already know, but I am leaving Dnd beyond soon.*
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.)
“Mhm.” Thirteen still looks fretful. “Putting it down in writing isn’t going to help that much though.”
Mauric stoops beside you. “You know, I feel like this gods stuff is everywhere I go, and I’m no closer to wrapping my head around it. How are you guys all so casual about knowing that there’s an afterlife and a god and all of these things that people where I’m from are so tormented by? Like, how can people live evil lives when your average archmage can bring a damned soul back to this world for observation by anyone??”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
She taps her chin with her pencil, "Have you contacted other medical experts? Or other magic experts?"
"Oh I'm not used to it at all, I died less than a year ago. If it wasn't for Xavier I would've permanently been dead. I'm just numb to it all at this point, I just pretend it makes sense and move on with my life." He shrugs, passing them a rather large tomato, "This place is just so insane that I ignore what doesn't make sense, justify it to myself so I don't go any crazier."
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 everyone. Baalz isnt feeling to good right now and is taking a break.*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
(sorry to hear that)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Always had a fear of being typical
Looking at my body feeling miserable
Always hanging on to the visual
I wanna be invisible
*Well, that sucks. Hope he feels better soon, tell Baalz I love him and he better take care of himself.*
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.)
“Not really.”
“…sounds good.” He takes the tomato ruefully.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I've heard the news, and I am sorry that you're being forced to leave. I know a lot of my characters on Lord's Rest have connections to your characters, so if you'd like, we can discuss in a PM ways to give them a proper farewell. Of course, these are your characters- I wouldn't want to interfere if you already have plans for them.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Well, its best you do. We should get more help than just us, and you need rest."
"Do you want any of the leftover birthday cake?" He asks with a smile.
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.)
*Oh no no no, don't worry, I may be leaving, but that doesn't mean I'm going to say goodbye, I'll be back, one day or another, and my characters, or at least some of them, will be back with me. It's not like I'm going to kill them in a fiery explosion, that's only going to happen to Thorfinn.*
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.)
*I'm sorry to hear he's not doing well- hopefully, he gets all the time he needs for his break.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)