”I-It’s a model of a firearm, specifically the one I’m holding here. SC stands for ‘Sondheim Carbines’ a firearm company th-that my family owns. The .45 is the calibre of the gun, which is a p-pretty big bullet with moderate stopping power. I used to be a part of th-the company, but I was forced out when I came out as a femboy.”
Sonya frowns
*I’m trying not to get to advanced here but firearms are one of my passions, although I don’t know as much as most people*
“It’s o-okay. I’ve gotten past that and I’m t-trying to make a living now.”
He takes a bit of trash out of Flint’s hair and rubs his hand off on his shorts.
*I keep forgetting you are from Wales oops. I heard airsoft is popular around there, and I hope to try my hand at a game eventually. I tried it once but the area a was really steep and we had really cheap rifles*
“No, you just had a piece of something in your hair.”
He chuckles
*I meant more of the UK as a whole lol* *airsoft is like paintball, but the guns are more realistic, you don’t get paint everywhere since you shoot little plastic(?) beads and it hurts a lot less. It’s a fun hobby to research and I’ve seen some amazing arenas in the UK when I did research. It’s a pricy hobby that can cost hundreds of dollars but the money is worth it so you aren’t using a trashy gun.*
She eventually arrives at a two story caravan made of light grey wood. One side of the caravan has a curtain made of red fabric instead. There’s a window at the smaller, top story. The caravan smells of lavender, and she thinks she can see lights dancing dancing in the windows and behind the curtains. There’s a sign on the caravan that says, “the Magnificent Mori!” And another one that says, “enter!”
Angelique sniffs the air (she loves lavender), then slowly enters the caravan.
The caravan has lots of purple and pink carpets, and lanterns hang down from the ceiling. In the middle is a table with a lavender cloth on it, a crystal ball, a deck of tarot cards, and 2 teacups and a teapot. On the other side of the table there are many shelves with books, herbs, and devices used to tell the future. There is also a ladder to the second floor. The other side of the caravan, opposite to the entrance, there are lots of pillows and fluffy carpets o the ground. The table has a pillow next to it for Angelique to sit on. Sitting on the other side of the table is a shadowy figure, far enough away from all the lights so that Angelique can’t see any details. They seem to be wearing some large, extremely fluffy scarf. Their eyes glow yellow, and so does their smile.
”greetings,” Mori says. They sound like Aaravos from the dragon prince.
“Greetings,” Angelique says nervously. “I came to get a reading.”
She eventually arrives at a two story caravan made of light grey wood. One side of the caravan has a curtain made of red fabric instead. There’s a window at the smaller, top story. The caravan smells of lavender, and she thinks she can see lights dancing dancing in the windows and behind the curtains. There’s a sign on the caravan that says, “the Magnificent Mori!” And another one that says, “enter!”
Angelique sniffs the air (she loves lavender), then slowly enters the caravan.
The caravan has lots of purple and pink carpets, and lanterns hang down from the ceiling. In the middle is a table with a lavender cloth on it, a crystal ball, a deck of tarot cards, and 2 teacups and a teapot. On the other side of the table there are many shelves with books, herbs, and devices used to tell the future. There is also a ladder to the second floor. The other side of the caravan, opposite to the entrance, there are lots of pillows and fluffy carpets o the ground. The table has a pillow next to it for Angelique to sit on. Sitting on the other side of the table is a shadowy figure, far enough away from all the lights so that Angelique can’t see any details. They seem to be wearing some large, extremely fluffy scarf. Their eyes glow yellow, and so does their smile.
”greetings,” Mori says. They sound like Aaravos from the dragon prince.
“Greetings,” Angelique says nervously. “I came to get a reading.”
“Wonderful. Please, sit. What is your name?”
“I’m Angelique. I’m worried about my future.”
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I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
She eventually arrives at a two story caravan made of light grey wood. One side of the caravan has a curtain made of red fabric instead. There’s a window at the smaller, top story. The caravan smells of lavender, and she thinks she can see lights dancing dancing in the windows and behind the curtains. There’s a sign on the caravan that says, “the Magnificent Mori!” And another one that says, “enter!”
Angelique sniffs the air (she loves lavender), then slowly enters the caravan.
The caravan has lots of purple and pink carpets, and lanterns hang down from the ceiling. In the middle is a table with a lavender cloth on it, a crystal ball, a deck of tarot cards, and 2 teacups and a teapot. On the other side of the table there are many shelves with books, herbs, and devices used to tell the future. There is also a ladder to the second floor. The other side of the caravan, opposite to the entrance, there are lots of pillows and fluffy carpets o the ground. The table has a pillow next to it for Angelique to sit on. Sitting on the other side of the table is a shadowy figure, far enough away from all the lights so that Angelique can’t see any details. They seem to be wearing some large, extremely fluffy scarf. Their eyes glow yellow, and so does their smile.
”greetings,” Mori says. They sound like Aaravos from the dragon prince.
“Greetings,” Angelique says nervously. “I came to get a reading.”
“Wonderful. Please, sit. What is your name?”
“I’m Angelique. I’m worried about my future.”
“Hmm… what about it? Is there anything specific?”
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“I am now. It’s pretty affordable and the staff are nice. It’s a place where I won’t get mocked for being me.”
Sonya is wearing a T-Shirt that has the text “SC.45” on it in a industrial font. His rifle appears to have the same text engraved on the mag insert.
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'Yeah, it really is great there. Still think I'll stick to living in the sewer though. It's kinda nice'
'What's SC.45?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He looks down at his shirt and chuckles.
”I-It’s a model of a firearm, specifically the one I’m holding here. SC stands for ‘Sondheim Carbines’ a firearm company th-that my family owns. The .45 is the calibre of the gun, which is a p-pretty big bullet with moderate stopping power. I used to be a part of th-the company, but I was forced out when I came out as a femboy.”
Sonya frowns
*I’m trying not to get to advanced here but firearms are one of my passions, although I don’t know as much as most people*
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'Man, that sucks, I'm really sorry to hear that.'
*Cool! I know next to nothing as it's not a special interest of mine, and they're a lot less common in the UK*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“It’s o-okay. I’ve gotten past that and I’m t-trying to make a living now.”
He takes a bit of trash out of Flint’s hair and rubs his hand off on his shorts.
*I keep forgetting you are from Wales oops. I heard airsoft is popular around there, and I hope to try my hand at a game eventually. I tried it once but the area a was really steep and we had really cheap rifles*
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'Yeah. Ya doing great.'
'Hey, I'm not that dirty am I?' Flint laughs
*I haven't even heard of airsoft lol. Maybe it's a wales thing, I am from England but are living in Wales right now because university.*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“No, you just had a piece of something in your hair.”
He chuckles
*I meant more of the UK as a whole lol*
*airsoft is like paintball, but the guns are more realistic, you don’t get paint everywhere since you shoot little plastic(?) beads and it hurts a lot less. It’s a fun hobby to research and I’ve seen some amazing arenas in the UK when I did research. It’s a pricy hobby that can cost hundreds of dollars but the money is worth it so you aren’t using a trashy gun.*
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'Yeah, I guess that happens. Small price to pay for living in such a nice place though! Are you a humanoid mouse or a humanoid rat?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“I think I’m a mouse. I’m not s-sure to be honest. Why is there something wrong with th-that?”
(I think the pellets are foam actually)
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*brb*
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'Nah, nothing wrong with it at all! Rodents are cool! In fact, most of my friends are rodents, come to think of it...'
*makes sense*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*I may be gone up to 40 minutes sry. I know it is late there so I don’t want to keep you up all night*
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*ok!*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“Wonderful. Please, sit. What is your name?”
*I am returned here&
*hi*
*hi archfey*
“I’m Angelique. I’m worried about my future.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft and Forgotten Realms. My pronouns are she/they.
I like reading and writing too, but I’m not much of an artist.
*hru doing?*
“Hmm… what about it? Is there anything specific?”