He chuckles. "You just met me. You really care about people, don't you?" He takes the strips of the cloak and uses them as bandages. "There. You might want to rest a bit. I'd like you to use the chair, so that the crows can't sit on it. Would that be okay with you?"
"Empathy Disorder... Feel too much." Izazel said and shrugged, trying to tie a good knot. They glances at the chair and slowly moves over to it, gently touching it like it might break if they do sit on it.
"Don't worry, it's sturdy. Checked it myself. Now, how did you get here? Were you running from the guys in white?"
They sit on it and look up at Gregor "Thank you for letting me sit.." They chirped. "And yes. I had a house with Mama. Burned down with flames."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He chuckles. "You just met me. You really care about people, don't you?" He takes the strips of the cloak and uses them as bandages. "There. You might want to rest a bit. I'd like you to use the chair, so that the crows can't sit on it. Would that be okay with you?"
"Empathy Disorder... Feel too much." Izazel said and shrugged, trying to tie a good knot. They glances at the chair and slowly moves over to it, gently touching it like it might break if they do sit on it.
"Don't worry, it's sturdy. Checked it myself. Now, how did you get here? Were you running from the guys in white?"
They sit on it and look up at Gregor "Thank you for letting me sit.." They chirped. "And yes. I had a house with Mama. Burned down with flames."
"Is your Mama around here?" He asks. He seems suddenly overwhelmed.
*Does Izazel have any psionic abilities?*
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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.
*Characters :>. I have no idea if I wanna do new ones or delete old ones or-*
Bonnie is wandering around town alone, a somewhat big back pack on her back
Alec is sitting on a roof, thinking about what happened at the village
Ozzy is buying materials in the market
A short girl with a blindfold and wine-red hair walks beside her.
"Do you need help with that?"
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He chuckles. "You just met me. You really care about people, don't you?" He takes the strips of the cloak and uses them as bandages. "There. You might want to rest a bit. I'd like you to use the chair, so that the crows can't sit on it. Would that be okay with you?"
"Empathy Disorder... Feel too much." Izazel said and shrugged, trying to tie a good knot. They glances at the chair and slowly moves over to it, gently touching it like it might break if they do sit on it.
"Don't worry, it's sturdy. Checked it myself. Now, how did you get here? Were you running from the guys in white?"
They sit on it and look up at Gregor "Thank you for letting me sit.." They chirped. "And yes. I had a house with Mama. Burned down with flames."
"Is your Mama around here?" He asks. He seems suddenly overwhelmed.
*Does Izazel have any psionic abilities?*
They shake their head. "She burned up in fires." They said and fidgeted again.
*Kinda. They have Blindsight and Tremorsense of 20 feet.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Characters :>. I have no idea if I wanna do new ones or delete old ones or-*
Bonnie is wandering around town alone, a somewhat big back pack on her back
Alec is sitting on a roof, thinking about what happened at the village
Ozzy is buying materials in the market
A short girl with a blindfold and wine-red hair walks beside her.
"Do you need help with that?"
"O-oh, hello." She says, a little nervous about talking to people, "No, I'm alright, thank you though"
"Alright. Do you need some company? I sure know I do."
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He chuckles. "You just met me. You really care about people, don't you?" He takes the strips of the cloak and uses them as bandages. "There. You might want to rest a bit. I'd like you to use the chair, so that the crows can't sit on it. Would that be okay with you?"
"Empathy Disorder... Feel too much." Izazel said and shrugged, trying to tie a good knot. They glances at the chair and slowly moves over to it, gently touching it like it might break if they do sit on it.
"Don't worry, it's sturdy. Checked it myself. Now, how did you get here? Were you running from the guys in white?"
They sit on it and look up at Gregor "Thank you for letting me sit.." They chirped. "And yes. I had a house with Mama. Burned down with flames."
"Is your Mama around here?" He asks. He seems suddenly overwhelmed.
*Does Izazel have any psionic abilities?*
They shake their head. "She burned up in fires." They said and fidgeted again.
*Kinda. They have Blindsight and Tremorsense of 20 feet.*
Gregor falls to his knees, staring at the ground. Izazel feels a straw hand on their shoulder.
*If it's psionic in any capacity whatsoever, they can faintly see and hear:*
hundreds of crows flying around Gregor, demanding penance, telling him to remember something, and screaming at him to kill, kill, kill. The crows are anger and fear embodied.
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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 chuckles. "You just met me. You really care about people, don't you?" He takes the strips of the cloak and uses them as bandages. "There. You might want to rest a bit. I'd like you to use the chair, so that the crows can't sit on it. Would that be okay with you?"
"Empathy Disorder... Feel too much." Izazel said and shrugged, trying to tie a good knot. They glances at the chair and slowly moves over to it, gently touching it like it might break if they do sit on it.
"Don't worry, it's sturdy. Checked it myself. Now, how did you get here? Were you running from the guys in white?"
They sit on it and look up at Gregor "Thank you for letting me sit.." They chirped. "And yes. I had a house with Mama. Burned down with flames."
"Is your Mama around here?" He asks. He seems suddenly overwhelmed.
*Does Izazel have any psionic abilities?*
They shake their head. "She burned up in fires." They said and fidgeted again.
*Kinda. They have Blindsight and Tremorsense of 20 feet.*
Gregor falls to his knees, staring at the ground. Izazel feels a straw hand on their shoulder.
*If it's psionic in any capacity whatsoever, they can faintly see and hear:*
hundreds of crows flying around Gregor, demanding penance, telling him to remember something, and screaming at him to kill, kill, kill. The crows are anger and fear embodied.
Izazel stands up and tilts their head, trying the wave off the crows. They hug Gregor and shakes slightly, afraid of the noise.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"I DONT CARE!" he continues to rage, objects exploding
Richard grabs him by the shoulders suddenly as his skin has gained a certain shinner appearance, He forces him to the ground as his face adopts a look of seriousness. "You will stop."
*ughhhh pre-cal suckssss*
He struggles
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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.
"I DONT CARE!" he continues to rage, objects exploding
Richard grabs him by the shoulders suddenly as his skin has gained a certain shinner appearance, He forces him to the ground as his face adopts a look of seriousness. "You will stop."
*ughhhh pre-cal suckssss*
He struggles
*L o L*
Richard narrows his eyes. "Calm down."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Gregor falls to his knees, staring at the ground. Izazel feels a straw hand on their shoulder.
*If it's psionic in any capacity whatsoever, they can faintly see and hear:*
hundreds of crows flying around Gregor, demanding penance, telling him to remember something, and screaming at him to kill, kill, kill. The crows are anger and fear embodied.
Izazel stands up and tilts their head, trying the wave off the crows. They hug Gregor and shakes slightly, afraid of the noise.
Gregor hugs back, and the crows begin to settle down, landing like snow all over the floor and workbench. "The child is hurt! They hurt them! They are monsters!" Clamor the crows, still angry. The scarecrows lining the walls begin to move, shaking and thrashing. Gregor holds Izazel tightly, but not tightly enough to hurt (his strength is, funnily enough, abysmal). Izazel can feel tears falling into their feathers.
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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.
"I DONT CARE!" he continues to rage, objects exploding
Richard grabs him by the shoulders suddenly as his skin has gained a certain shinner appearance, He forces him to the ground as his face adopts a look of seriousness. "You will stop."
*ughhhh pre-cal suckssss*
He struggles
*L o L*
Richard narrows his eyes. "Calm down."
*head hurts*
"GET OFF!"
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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.
*Characters :>. I have no idea if I wanna do new ones or delete old ones or-*
Bonnie is wandering around town alone, a somewhat big back pack on her back
Alec is sitting on a roof, thinking about what happened at the village
Ozzy is buying materials in the market
A short girl with a blindfold and wine-red hair walks beside her.
"Do you need help with that?"
"O-oh, hello." She says, a little nervous about talking to people, "No, I'm alright, thank you though"
"Alright. Do you need some company? I sure know I do."
"S-sure, I've been kinda alone since my friends left for... work?"
"I get that. My mentor sent me on my own for a while. It gets awfully lonely after a while."
*btw i don't need a physical desc my character is blindfolded*
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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*WEEEE*
*Characters :>. I have no idea if I wanna do new ones or delete old ones or-*
Bonnie is wandering around town alone, a somewhat big back pack on her back
Alec is sitting on a roof, thinking about what happened at the village
Ozzy is buying materials in the market
They sit on it and look up at Gregor "Thank you for letting me sit.." They chirped. "And yes. I had a house with Mama. Burned down with flames."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*EVERYTHING.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Is your Mama around here?" He asks. He seems suddenly overwhelmed.
*Does Izazel have any psionic abilities?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I don't know what that means, but ok!*
*Also hi lawtence! [Suplex]*
A short girl with a blindfold and wine-red hair walks beside her.
"Do you need help with that?"
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
They shake their head. "She burned up in fires." They said and fidgeted again.
*Kinda. They have Blindsight and Tremorsense of 20 feet.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"O-oh, hello." She says, a little nervous about talking to people, "No, I'm alright, thank you though"
*everyone, my name is now lawtence. i refuse to go by anything else.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Alright. Do you need some company? I sure know I do."
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Gregor falls to his knees, staring at the ground. Izazel feels a straw hand on their shoulder.
*If it's psionic in any capacity whatsoever, they can faintly see and hear:*
hundreds of crows flying around Gregor, demanding penance, telling him to remember something, and screaming at him to kill, kill, kill. The crows are anger and fear embodied.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*very well my good lawtence. I have characters here and in lord's rest, wouldst thou enjoy a spot of rp?*
"S-sure, I've been kinda alone since my friends left for... work?"
Izazel stands up and tilts their head, trying the wave off the crows. They hug Gregor and shakes slightly, afraid of the noise.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*indeed i would, good sire. I have craved the connection of characters.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*ughhhh pre-cal suckssss*
He struggles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*L o L*
Richard narrows his eyes. "Calm down."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Gregor hugs back, and the crows begin to settle down, landing like snow all over the floor and workbench. "The child is hurt! They hurt them! They are monsters!" Clamor the crows, still angry. The scarecrows lining the walls begin to move, shaking and thrashing. Gregor holds Izazel tightly, but not tightly enough to hurt (his strength is, funnily enough, abysmal). Izazel can feel tears falling into their feathers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*head hurts*
"GET OFF!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I get that. My mentor sent me on my own for a while. It gets awfully lonely after a while."
*btw i don't need a physical desc my character is blindfolded*
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose