*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Spidey lands near them and tries to help them up. "You alright?"
They shake slightly, and from the feel of their arm, haven't eaten in a while, "I-I'm sorry"
"hey, dont worry about it." he says, propping them up
Now able to get a proper look at her, the hooded figure is a young girl, human, with dim blue eyes and short brown hair,
His masks eyes widen a bit. "Are yall being followed by anything thats tryna hurt you guys?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Spidey lands near them and tries to help them up. "You alright?"
They shake slightly, and from the feel of their arm, haven't eaten in a while, "I-I'm sorry"
"hey, dont worry about it." he says, propping them up
Now able to get a proper look at her, the hooded figure is a young girl, human, with dim blue eyes and short brown hair,
His masks eyes widen a bit. "Are yall being followed by anything thats tryna hurt you guys?"
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Spidey lands near them and tries to help them up. "You alright?"
They shake slightly, and from the feel of their arm, haven't eaten in a while, "I-I'm sorry"
"hey, dont worry about it." he says, propping them up
Now able to get a proper look at her, the hooded figure is a young girl, human, with dim blue eyes and short brown hair,
His masks eyes widen a bit. "Are yall being followed by anything thats tryna hurt you guys?"
She shakes her head softly, "I d-don't think so"
"You sure? No evil beings or mercenaries?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Anasta looks over and tilts her head. "Now what is this all about?"
The short figure, likely a kid, curls up on the ground, coughing into their arm as the group leaves then behind, more focused on getting someplace safe
Shambler is sitting on the ground outside, enjoying the warm sunlight.
Nothic is happy.
'Hey, ya new here or something?'
“Funny that you should say that. I don’t feel like I’m new here. But I’ve never seen you before, or anyone else here. How’s your day been?”
'Pretty good, made some decent finds in the sewers. How about you?'
“Good. Took me a while to get here. Sort of lost track of time, I suppose. What was that about Orange Juice?”
'Makes sense. I think that guy over there was offering some to his friend. They do serve it here'
“Excellent. I, ah, may just have to partake.”
If a bush could act guilty, this one wears the guiltiest smile you’ve ever seen.
'Everything ok? Liking orange juice isn't a crime. Unless you're an orange shrub. Please tell me you're not an orange shrub'
“Not to worry. I’m a perfectly ordinary shrub. Someone told me that drinking too much Orange Juice could be detrimental to my health. That’s not true, right? I sure hope it isn’t. I’ve drunk a lot of Orange Juice in the past.”
Shambler is sitting on the ground outside, enjoying the warm sunlight.
Nothic is happy.
'Hey, ya new here or something?'
“Funny that you should say that. I don’t feel like I’m new here. But I’ve never seen you before, or anyone else here. How’s your day been?”
'Pretty good, made some decent finds in the sewers. How about you?'
“Good. Took me a while to get here. Sort of lost track of time, I suppose. What was that about Orange Juice?”
'Makes sense. I think that guy over there was offering some to his friend. They do serve it here'
“Excellent. I, ah, may just have to partake.”
If a bush could act guilty, this one wears the guiltiest smile you’ve ever seen.
'Everything ok? Liking orange juice isn't a crime. Unless you're an orange shrub. Please tell me you're not an orange shrub'
“Not to worry. I’m a perfectly ordinary shrub. Someone told me that drinking too much Orange Juice could be detrimental to my health. That’s not true, right? I sure hope it isn’t. I’ve drunk a lot of Orange Juice in the past.”
'I don't think it sounds like a problem. Then again, I'm not much of a health expert, I literally live in one of the most health hazardous locations in the city'
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*welp, finished up their character sheet, so lets do this >:]*
A smaller group of people, seeming refugees, come into town, looking worse for wear than ever. As they wall through town, one of the members towards the back of the group stumbles over their foot, tripping and smacking into the dirt road, weakly attempting to get up before their arms give out. They're dressed in tattered rags, a hood pulled up over their head made of something similar to a burlap sack
Spidey lands near them and tries to help them up. "You alright?"
They shake slightly, and from the feel of their arm, haven't eaten in a while, "I-I'm sorry"
"hey, dont worry about it." he says, propping them up
Now able to get a proper look at her, the hooded figure is a young girl, human, with dim blue eyes and short brown hair,
His masks eyes widen a bit. "Are yall being followed by anything thats tryna hurt you guys?"
She shakes her head softly, "I d-don't think so"
"You sure? No evil beings or mercenaries?"
She lets out a small squeak, "M-maybe the second? I'm not sure..."
'That's good. You're a good kid'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
His masks eyes widen a bit. "Are yall being followed by anything thats tryna hurt you guys?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'm like 25 dude."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Excellent. I, ah, may just have to partake.”
If a bush could act guilty, this one wears the guiltiest smile you’ve ever seen.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
'And I'm 42, dude'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
he shrugs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'Everything ok? Liking orange juice isn't a crime. Unless you're an orange shrub. Please tell me you're not an orange shrub'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She shakes her head softly, "I d-don't think so"
"You sure? No evil beings or mercenaries?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'So, what brought you here?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"relaxation."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'I can see that. It's a peaceful place'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
psychopath ^-^
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
'What's it like, being a demigod?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Stressful."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Not to worry. I’m a perfectly ordinary shrub. Someone told me that drinking too much Orange Juice could be detrimental to my health. That’s not true, right? I sure hope it isn’t. I’ve drunk a lot of Orange Juice in the past.”
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
'I don't think it sounds like a problem. Then again, I'm not much of a health expert, I literally live in one of the most health hazardous locations in the city'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She lets out a small squeak, "M-maybe the second? I'm not sure..."
'Lots of god responsibilities then?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.