The man puts his arm around the candle eyed woman and they sit back to watch the rest of the show.
Once the show is finishes Aang walks off stage and into the crowd as people leave, sitting in the back row. Tossing a dagger in-between his hands, on rare occasion cutting a finger slightly. He waves at the couple as he thinks of what he should do for his next show.
The couple approach you after the show. The woman smiles and speaks, "I just thought I'd stop by and let you know that there are no hard feelings. It's a part of show business."
Aang waves it off as if it were a bug "If there was an issue I would have said something, I say you helped by performance. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable in some way though." He takes off his top hat and runs his hand through his hair "It's my fault for getting too curious."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
"An alcoholic automaton?" He says with a bemused expression, twisted by scar tissue. "What is your favorite? I'll have that."
“Ah. A martini. I have ya one in a jiffy.” A few minutes later he’s pouring the drink and sliding it over “First drink’s on the house.”
His mustache shifts a bit to indicate a smile, "First and only," he says before taking a drink.
It’s good. REALLY good. Almost scary that such an amazing drink was made by a rat. An automotonical rat at that.
"Mighty fine drink you've made."
“Thank you. What is your name my scarred friend?”
"Pernette, John Pernette, maestro of the singing gators."
“Nice to meet you John. And did you say gators?” Make a con save
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
The man puts his arm around the candle eyed woman and they sit back to watch the rest of the show.
Once the show is finishes Aang walks off stage and into the crowd as people leave, sitting in the back row. Tossing a dagger in-between his hands, on rare occasion cutting a finger slightly. He waves at the couple as he thinks of what he should do for his next show.
The couple approach you after the show. The woman smiles and speaks, "I just thought I'd stop by and let you know that there are no hard feelings. It's a part of show business."
Aang waves it off as if it were a bug "If there was an issue I would have said something, I say you helped by performance. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable in some way though." He takes off his top hat and runs his hand through his hair "It's my fault for getting too curious."
"You needn't worry," she smiles, "The circus is all about curiosity."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The man puts his arm around the candle eyed woman and they sit back to watch the rest of the show.
Once the show is finishes Aang walks off stage and into the crowd as people leave, sitting in the back row. Tossing a dagger in-between his hands, on rare occasion cutting a finger slightly. He waves at the couple as he thinks of what he should do for his next show.
The couple approach you after the show. The woman smiles and speaks, "I just thought I'd stop by and let you know that there are no hard feelings. It's a part of show business."
Aang waves it off as if it were a bug "If there was an issue I would have said something, I say you helped by performance. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable in some way though." He takes off his top hat and runs his hand through his hair "It's my fault for getting too curious."
"You needn't worry," she smiles, "The circus is all about curiosity."
"Well isn't that the truth. I hope you come to visit my show again, it would be a pleasure to see you two." He smiles back.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
*no. your character could be a misfit/runaway/vagabond/etc who the ringmaster takes in*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Pernette, John Pernette, maestro of the singing gators."
“Nice to meet you John. And did you say gators?” Make a con save
"I did indeed say gators." 10
He feels dizzy for a moment before blacking out. When he comes to fedwig and a young man, about 20 are having an animated argument. Though you can only understand what the man is saying “I told you to go easy on the alcohol.” Chittering “Not everyone is you ya know.” More chittering “What do you mean you forgot? You remember everything. What did we have for breakfast 5 months ago?” Chittering “Exactly.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
The man puts his arm around the candle eyed woman and they sit back to watch the rest of the show.
Once the show is finishes Aang walks off stage and into the crowd as people leave, sitting in the back row. Tossing a dagger in-between his hands, on rare occasion cutting a finger slightly. He waves at the couple as he thinks of what he should do for his next show.
The couple approach you after the show. The woman smiles and speaks, "I just thought I'd stop by and let you know that there are no hard feelings. It's a part of show business."
Aang waves it off as if it were a bug "If there was an issue I would have said something, I say you helped by performance. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable in some way though." He takes off his top hat and runs his hand through his hair "It's my fault for getting too curious."
"You needn't worry," she smiles, "The circus is all about curiosity."
"Well isn't that the truth. I hope you come to visit my show again, it would be a pleasure to see you two." He smiles back.
"We'll make sure too. Feel free to stop by our show as well." she turns to the man, "Speaking of which, we got to get back to prepare for our next performance."
"Pernette, John Pernette, maestro of the singing gators."
“Nice to meet you John. And did you say gators?” Make a con save
"I did indeed say gators." 10
He feels dizzy for a moment before blacking out. When he comes to fedwig and a young man, about 20 are having an animated argument. Though you can only understand what the man is saying “I told you to go easy on the alcohol.” Chittering “Not everyone is you ya know.” More chittering “What do you mean you forgot? You remember everything. What did we have for breakfast 5 months ago?” Chittering “Exactly.”
He groans and sits up, rubbing his head with a hand that is missing several fingers.
The man puts his arm around the candle eyed woman and they sit back to watch the rest of the show.
Once the show is finishes Aang walks off stage and into the crowd as people leave, sitting in the back row. Tossing a dagger in-between his hands, on rare occasion cutting a finger slightly. He waves at the couple as he thinks of what he should do for his next show.
The couple approach you after the show. The woman smiles and speaks, "I just thought I'd stop by and let you know that there are no hard feelings. It's a part of show business."
Aang waves it off as if it were a bug "If there was an issue I would have said something, I say you helped by performance. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable in some way though." He takes off his top hat and runs his hand through his hair "It's my fault for getting too curious."
"You needn't worry," she smiles, "The circus is all about curiosity."
"Well isn't that the truth. I hope you come to visit my show again, it would be a pleasure to see you two." He smiles back.
"We'll make sure too. Feel free to stop by our show as well." she turns to the man, "Speaking of which, we got to get back to prepare for our next performance."
"I'll make sure to see it. I'll have to clean up here first though. By the way," He stands up "What are your names?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Pernette, John Pernette, maestro of the singing gators."
“Nice to meet you John. And did you say gators?” Make a con save
"I did indeed say gators." 10
He feels dizzy for a moment before blacking out. When he comes to fedwig and a young man, about 20 are having an animated argument. Though you can only understand what the man is saying “I told you to go easy on the alcohol.” Chittering “Not everyone is you ya know.” More chittering “What do you mean you forgot? You remember everything. What did we have for breakfast 5 months ago?” Chittering “Exactly.”
He groans and sits up, rubbing his head with a hand that is missing several fingers.
As the room comes into focus, he can see that he’s in an alchemy lab, surrounded by glasses, flasks, beakers and jugs “Hello.” The young man is almost uncomfortably close to John’s face. He wears a magician’s hat and clothes but they have various flasks attached as well as being covered in gears and clockwork. He has a pair of goggles on face, framing his bright blue eyes “Sorry about that. Fedwig sometimes adds to much alcohol for normal people to handle.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*no. your character could be a misfit/runaway/vagabond/etc who the ringmaster takes in*
*For blackcat waiting*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I should probably tell you what flint and fidwig do. Mostly they mix drinks and such but they also do a little sharpshooting. Specifically with magic. They can also supply other acts with alchemical items and such if they need it*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*greetings. Also, in DAO, would talking to and seeing ghosts be anomalous. Cuz anyone can summon ghosts, that’s been proven by plenty of idiots, so would the seeing and understanding of spirits be warranted an anomaly?*
*I should probably tell you what flint and fidwig do. Mostly they mix drinks and such but they also do a little sharpshooting. Specifically with magic. They can also supply other acts with alchemical items and such if they need it*
*greetings. Also, in DAO, would talking to and seeing ghosts be anomalous. Cuz anyone can summon ghosts, that’s been proven by plenty of idiots, so would the seeing and understanding of spirits be warranted an anomaly?*
*yes*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I should probably tell you what flint and fidwig do. Mostly they mix drinks and such but they also do a little sharpshooting. Specifically with magic. They can also supply other acts with alchemical items and such if they need it*
*greetings. Also, in DAO, would talking to and seeing ghosts be anomalous. Cuz anyone can summon ghosts, that’s been proven by plenty of idiots, so would the seeing and understanding of spirits be warranted an anomaly?*
*love the vibes of the ringmaster taking in weird kids and just making them circus preformers*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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Aang waves it off as if it were a bug "If there was an issue I would have said something, I say you helped by performance. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable in some way though." He takes off his top hat and runs his hand through his hair "It's my fault for getting too curious."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Nice to meet you John. And did you say gators?” Make a con save
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"You needn't worry," she smiles, "The circus is all about curiosity."
"I did indeed say gators." 5
*helo?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Well isn't that the truth. I hope you come to visit my show again, it would be a pleasure to see you two." He smiles back.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*no. your character could be a misfit/runaway/vagabond/etc who the ringmaster takes in*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He feels dizzy for a moment before blacking out. When he comes to fedwig and a young man, about 20 are having an animated argument. Though you can only understand what the man is saying “I told you to go easy on the alcohol.” Chittering “Not everyone is you ya know.” More chittering “What do you mean you forgot? You remember everything. What did we have for breakfast 5 months ago?” Chittering “Exactly.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"We'll make sure too. Feel free to stop by our show as well." she turns to the man, "Speaking of which, we got to get back to prepare for our next performance."
He groans and sits up, rubbing his head with a hand that is missing several fingers.
"I'll make sure to see it. I'll have to clean up here first though. By the way," He stands up "What are your names?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*helo?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Hello Fry.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
As the room comes into focus, he can see that he’s in an alchemy lab, surrounded by glasses, flasks, beakers and jugs “Hello.” The young man is almost uncomfortably close to John’s face. He wears a magician’s hat and clothes but they have various flasks attached as well as being covered in gears and clockwork. He has a pair of goggles on face, framing his bright blue eyes “Sorry about that. Fedwig sometimes adds to much alcohol for normal people to handle.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*For blackcat waiting*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I should probably tell you what flint and fidwig do. Mostly they mix drinks and such but they also do a little sharpshooting. Specifically with magic. They can also supply other acts with alchemical items and such if they need it*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*greetings. Also, in DAO, would talking to and seeing ghosts be anomalous. Cuz anyone can summon ghosts, that’s been proven by plenty of idiots, so would the seeing and understanding of spirits be warranted an anomaly?*
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*cool*
*yes*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*thank you.*
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*love the vibes of the ringmaster taking in weird kids and just making them circus preformers*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)