Fuyuki is out in the grounds, flinging knives at a poorly stuffed dummy with rather crude human proportions. Not that it really matters though, seeing as she misses everyone throw.
You hear a laugh behind you and a man’s voice says, “What did it ever do to you?”
Fuyuki jumps and turns around. "Oh, heh...just practicing." She goes to chuck another knife, once again, missing by a painful amount.
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Camilla is painting on a canvas. The painting is mostly yellow.
Fuyuki pops her head by Camilla, snuffing out her cigarette so that it doesn't mess up the yellow canvas. "Whatcha doing?" She asks, a slight bit of smoke still billowing from her mouth.
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Camilla is painting on a canvas. The painting is mostly yellow.
Fuyuki pops her head by Camilla, snuffing out her cigarette so that it doesn't mess up the yellow canvas. "Whatcha doing?" She asks, a slight bit of smoke still billowing from her mouth.
“Oh, just practicing. You can never be too good at painting.” She says, not looking at Fuyuki.
Fuyuki is out in the grounds, flinging knives at a poorly stuffed dummy with rather crude human proportions. Not that it really matters though, seeing as she misses everyone throw.
You hear a laugh behind you and a man’s voice says, “What did it ever do to you?”
Fuyuki jumps and turns around. "Oh, heh...just practicing." She goes to chuck another knife, once again, missing by a painful amount.
You see a man in a fedora and a pin stripe suit looking as if he just exited the building. “For what exactly? Some sort of stage act?”
Camilla is painting on a canvas. The painting is mostly yellow.
Fuyuki pops her head by Camilla, snuffing out her cigarette so that it doesn't mess up the yellow canvas. "Whatcha doing?" She asks, a slight bit of smoke still billowing from her mouth.
“Oh, just practicing. You can never be too good at painting.” She says, not looking at Fuyuki.
Fuyuki nods her head for a bit too long. "interesting...back when I was a kid, all forms of creative expression was basically forbidden. No one ever said it, but if you liked anything that wasnt practical in defeating zombies and finding a new planet, you were useless to society." She goes to take a breath from her cigarette before realizing she had already put it out. "Aw, man. This took me 15 minutes to light..."
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Camilla is painting on a canvas. The painting is mostly yellow.
Fuyuki pops her head by Camilla, snuffing out her cigarette so that it doesn't mess up the yellow canvas. "Whatcha doing?" She asks, a slight bit of smoke still billowing from her mouth.
“Oh, just practicing. You can never be too good at painting.” She says, not looking at Fuyuki.
Fuyuki nods her head for a bit too long. "interesting...back when I was a kid, all forms of creative expression was basically forbidden. No one ever said it, but if you liked anything that wasnt practical in defeating zombies and finding a new planet, you were useless to society." She goes to take a breath from her cigarette before realizing she had already put it out. "Aw, man. This took me 15 minutes to light..."
“Oh, dear. That’s truly horrible. There really is no point in living without art.” She snaps her fingers and the cigarette lights itself.
Fuyuki is out in the grounds, flinging knives at a poorly stuffed dummy with rather crude human proportions. Not that it really matters though, seeing as she misses everyone throw.
You hear a laugh behind you and a man’s voice says, “What did it ever do to you?”
Fuyuki jumps and turns around. "Oh, heh...just practicing." She goes to chuck another knife, once again, missing by a painful amount.
You see a man in a fedora and a pin stripe suit looking as if he just exited the building. “For what exactly? Some sort of stage act?”
Fuyuki rolls her eyes and sets her stance to face the man. She spreads her arms wide and gestures towards her fit. "Ya see this? Yeah, baby, this is monster hunting material." Still watching the man, Fuyuki throws another knife. There's the sound of something shattering as it hits a piece of pottery sitting 15 feet away from the dummy. Fuyuki's smile stretches into a concerned 'uh-oh' face. "Whoops..."
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Camilla is painting on a canvas. The painting is mostly yellow.
Fuyuki pops her head by Camilla, snuffing out her cigarette so that it doesn't mess up the yellow canvas. "Whatcha doing?" She asks, a slight bit of smoke still billowing from her mouth.
“Oh, just practicing. You can never be too good at painting.” She says, not looking at Fuyuki.
Fuyuki nods her head for a bit too long. "interesting...back when I was a kid, all forms of creative expression was basically forbidden. No one ever said it, but if you liked anything that wasnt practical in defeating zombies and finding a new planet, you were useless to society." She goes to take a breath from her cigarette before realizing she had already put it out. "Aw, man. This took me 15 minutes to light..."
“Oh, dear. That’s truly horrible. There really is no point in living without art.” She snaps her fingers and the cigarette lights itself.
”there you go.”
Fuyuki jumps at the sudden red glow from the tip of her cigarette. She grins at Camilla. "Thanks. 'preciate it." She takes a draft and turns away from the painting so that the smoke doesn't leave a mark.
"What's your name?" Fuyuki asks.
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Fuyuki is out in the grounds, flinging knives at a poorly stuffed dummy with rather crude human proportions. Not that it really matters though, seeing as she misses everyone throw.
You hear a laugh behind you and a man’s voice says, “What did it ever do to you?”
Fuyuki jumps and turns around. "Oh, heh...just practicing." She goes to chuck another knife, once again, missing by a painful amount.
You see a man in a fedora and a pin stripe suit looking as if he just exited the building. “For what exactly? Some sort of stage act?”
Fuyuki rolls her eyes and sets her stance to face the man. She spreads her arms wide and gestures towards her fit. "Ya see this? Yeah, baby, this is monster hunting material." Still watching the man, Fuyuki throws another knife. There's the sound of something shattering as it hits a piece of pottery sitting 15 feet away from the dummy. Fuyuki's smile stretches into a concerned 'uh-oh' face. "Whoops..."
“As long as you’re aiming at those monsters they’ll be the safest beings in the world.” He says with a sly smile. “What’s a monster hunter doing hanging around a theater?”
Camilla is painting on a canvas. The painting is mostly yellow.
Fuyuki pops her head by Camilla, snuffing out her cigarette so that it doesn't mess up the yellow canvas. "Whatcha doing?" She asks, a slight bit of smoke still billowing from her mouth.
“Oh, just practicing. You can never be too good at painting.” She says, not looking at Fuyuki.
Fuyuki nods her head for a bit too long. "interesting...back when I was a kid, all forms of creative expression was basically forbidden. No one ever said it, but if you liked anything that wasnt practical in defeating zombies and finding a new planet, you were useless to society." She goes to take a breath from her cigarette before realizing she had already put it out. "Aw, man. This took me 15 minutes to light..."
“Oh, dear. That’s truly horrible. There really is no point in living without art.” She snaps her fingers and the cigarette lights itself.
”there you go.”
Fuyuki jumps at the sudden red glow from the tip of her cigarette. She grins at Camilla. "Thanks. 'preciate it." She takes a draft and turns away from the painting so that the smoke doesn't leave a mark.
the man returns, holding a bottle of whiskey and putting signs up
"Woah woah woah woah woah woah WOAH!"
Fuyuki pops in front of the man, waving her hands about frantically to get his attention. She then leans back, grinning. "Woah, buddy. Where ya' going with that little drink of yours?" She eyes the bottle excitedly.
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Fuyuki is out in the grounds, flinging knives at a poorly stuffed dummy with rather crude human proportions. Not that it really matters though, seeing as she misses everyone throw.
You hear a laugh behind you and a man’s voice says, “What did it ever do to you?”
Fuyuki jumps and turns around. "Oh, heh...just practicing." She goes to chuck another knife, once again, missing by a painful amount.
You see a man in a fedora and a pin stripe suit looking as if he just exited the building. “For what exactly? Some sort of stage act?”
Fuyuki rolls her eyes and sets her stance to face the man. She spreads her arms wide and gestures towards her fit. "Ya see this? Yeah, baby, this is monster hunting material." Still watching the man, Fuyuki throws another knife. There's the sound of something shattering as it hits a piece of pottery sitting 15 feet away from the dummy. Fuyuki's smile stretches into a concerned 'uh-oh' face. "Whoops..."
“As long as you’re aiming at those monsters they’ll be the safest beings in the world.” He says with a sly smile. “What’s a monster hunter doing hanging around a theater?”
Fuyuki scoffs at his first comment. "Ran outta monsters to kill," she answers. "Stopped the zombie apocalypse and...well...now I'm justing waiting to find something useful to do with my life." She bends down the retrieve some of her knives. "Who are you anyways?"
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Camilla is painting on a canvas. The painting is mostly yellow.
Fuyuki pops her head by Camilla, snuffing out her cigarette so that it doesn't mess up the yellow canvas. "Whatcha doing?" She asks, a slight bit of smoke still billowing from her mouth.
“Oh, just practicing. You can never be too good at painting.” She says, not looking at Fuyuki.
Fuyuki nods her head for a bit too long. "interesting...back when I was a kid, all forms of creative expression was basically forbidden. No one ever said it, but if you liked anything that wasnt practical in defeating zombies and finding a new planet, you were useless to society." She goes to take a breath from her cigarette before realizing she had already put it out. "Aw, man. This took me 15 minutes to light..."
“Oh, dear. That’s truly horrible. There really is no point in living without art.” She snaps her fingers and the cigarette lights itself.
”there you go.”
Fuyuki jumps at the sudden red glow from the tip of her cigarette. She grins at Camilla. "Thanks. 'preciate it." She takes a draft and turns away from the painting so that the smoke doesn't leave a mark.
"What's your name?" Fuyuki asks.
“Princess Camilla of Yhitti. What’s yours?”
"Fuyuki. World famous zombie hunter." She grins, the cigarette sticking out of the side of her mouth. "Princess, eh? Now that's a fancy title. What's it like, anyways? Being a member of royalty, I mean."
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Camilla is painting on a canvas. The painting is mostly yellow.
Fuyuki pops her head by Camilla, snuffing out her cigarette so that it doesn't mess up the yellow canvas. "Whatcha doing?" She asks, a slight bit of smoke still billowing from her mouth.
“Oh, just practicing. You can never be too good at painting.” She says, not looking at Fuyuki.
Fuyuki nods her head for a bit too long. "interesting...back when I was a kid, all forms of creative expression was basically forbidden. No one ever said it, but if you liked anything that wasnt practical in defeating zombies and finding a new planet, you were useless to society." She goes to take a breath from her cigarette before realizing she had already put it out. "Aw, man. This took me 15 minutes to light..."
“Oh, dear. That’s truly horrible. There really is no point in living without art.” She snaps her fingers and the cigarette lights itself.
”there you go.”
Fuyuki jumps at the sudden red glow from the tip of her cigarette. She grins at Camilla. "Thanks. 'preciate it." She takes a draft and turns away from the painting so that the smoke doesn't leave a mark.
"What's your name?" Fuyuki asks.
“Princess Camilla of Yhitti. What’s yours?”
"Fuyuki. World famous zombie hunter." She grins, the cigarette sticking out of the side of her mouth. "Princess, eh? Now that's a fancy title. What's it like, anyways? Being a member of royalty, I mean."
“Well, it’s nice. You get most of the things you want. But when that stranger came to the palace… well I found a new purpose in life: Art.”
“Well, it’s nice. You get most of the things you want. But when that stranger came to the palace… well I found a new purpose in life: Art.”
Fuyuki tilts her head to the side. "...stranger? Aw, come on, tell me more! Don't just leave me hanging!" She gives Camilla a punch in the arm, but immediately steps back. "Ah, whoops, sorry, habit, that's all, haha..."
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I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Fuyuki is out in the grounds, flinging knives at a poorly stuffed dummy with rather crude human proportions. Not that it really matters though, seeing as she misses everyone throw.
You hear a laugh behind you and a man’s voice says, “What did it ever do to you?”
Fuyuki jumps and turns around. "Oh, heh...just practicing." She goes to chuck another knife, once again, missing by a painful amount.
You see a man in a fedora and a pin stripe suit looking as if he just exited the building. “For what exactly? Some sort of stage act?”
Fuyuki rolls her eyes and sets her stance to face the man. She spreads her arms wide and gestures towards her fit. "Ya see this? Yeah, baby, this is monster hunting material." Still watching the man, Fuyuki throws another knife. There's the sound of something shattering as it hits a piece of pottery sitting 15 feet away from the dummy. Fuyuki's smile stretches into a concerned 'uh-oh' face. "Whoops..."
“As long as you’re aiming at those monsters they’ll be the safest beings in the world.” He says with a sly smile. “What’s a monster hunter doing hanging around a theater?”
Fuyuki scoffs at his first comment. "Ran outta monsters to kill," she answers. "Stopped the zombie apocalypse and...well...now I'm justing waiting to find something useful to do with my life." She bends down the retrieve some of her knives. "Who are you anyways?"
"I'm Benji Brasswood, swinger supreme." You notice that he hasn't stopped moving the entire time you've seen him. Either his foot has been tapping, his knees bouncing, his shoulders sliding subtly, or his head bobbing as if he was listening to music you can't hear and trying not to dance to it. "Do you dance? Play any jazz?"
Fuyuki jumps and turns around. "Oh, heh...just practicing." She goes to chuck another knife, once again, missing by a painful amount.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
The Harvestman lurches over, his eyes glowing like yellow spotlights.
"What are you painting?"
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
Fuyuki pops her head by Camilla, snuffing out her cigarette so that it doesn't mess up the yellow canvas. "Whatcha doing?" She asks, a slight bit of smoke still billowing from her mouth.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“Oh, just practicing. You can never be too good at painting.” She says, not looking at Fuyuki.
You see a man in a fedora and a pin stripe suit looking as if he just exited the building. “For what exactly? Some sort of stage act?”
“It’s from this wonderful play, the design is called the Yellow sign. It’s the Symbol of the king.”
Fuyuki nods her head for a bit too long. "interesting...back when I was a kid, all forms of creative expression was basically forbidden. No one ever said it, but if you liked anything that wasnt practical in defeating zombies and finding a new planet, you were useless to society." She goes to take a breath from her cigarette before realizing she had already put it out. "Aw, man. This took me 15 minutes to light..."
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“Oh, dear. That’s truly horrible. There really is no point in living without art.” She snaps her fingers and the cigarette lights itself.
”there you go.”
Fuyuki rolls her eyes and sets her stance to face the man. She spreads her arms wide and gestures towards her fit. "Ya see this? Yeah, baby, this is monster hunting material." Still watching the man, Fuyuki throws another knife. There's the sound of something shattering as it hits a piece of pottery sitting 15 feet away from the dummy. Fuyuki's smile stretches into a concerned 'uh-oh' face. "Whoops..."
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
the man returns, holding a bottle of whiskey and putting signs up
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Fuyuki jumps at the sudden red glow from the tip of her cigarette. She grins at Camilla. "Thanks. 'preciate it." She takes a draft and turns away from the painting so that the smoke doesn't leave a mark.
"What's your name?" Fuyuki asks.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“As long as you’re aiming at those monsters they’ll be the safest beings in the world.” He says with a sly smile. “What’s a monster hunter doing hanging around a theater?”
“Princess Camilla of Yhitti. What’s yours?”
"Woah woah woah woah woah woah WOAH!"
Fuyuki pops in front of the man, waving her hands about frantically to get his attention. She then leans back, grinning. "Woah, buddy. Where ya' going with that little drink of yours?" She eyes the bottle excitedly.
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
Fuyuki scoffs at his first comment. "Ran outta monsters to kill," she answers. "Stopped the zombie apocalypse and...well...now I'm justing waiting to find something useful to do with my life." She bends down the retrieve some of her knives. "Who are you anyways?"
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
"Fuyuki. World famous zombie hunter." She grins, the cigarette sticking out of the side of her mouth. "Princess, eh? Now that's a fancy title. What's it like, anyways? Being a member of royalty, I mean."
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
“Well, it’s nice. You get most of the things you want. But when that stranger came to the palace… well I found a new purpose in life: Art.”
Fuyuki tilts her head to the side. "...stranger? Aw, come on, tell me more! Don't just leave me hanging!" She gives Camilla a punch in the arm, but immediately steps back. "Ah, whoops, sorry, habit, that's all, haha..."
(he/him)
I confess it's a shame, When you livin' in a city that's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
-"I Wish" Skee-Lo (literally the best song ever)
Nickname: Elliot the Old (IM NOT THAT OLD VITUS-)
"Does this require a special sort of sense to properly perceive?"
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"I'm Benji Brasswood, swinger supreme." You notice that he hasn't stopped moving the entire time you've seen him. Either his foot has been tapping, his knees bouncing, his shoulders sliding subtly, or his head bobbing as if he was listening to music you can't hear and trying not to dance to it. "Do you dance? Play any jazz?"