The figure seems unconscious. "Oh, sorry. I gave them something to knock them out and reduce the pain. I'm Dmitri, Dmitri Rowan. Oh!" he realizes something, ruffling his hair. "I guess now you can call me Dr. Dmitri! Wow. It's so surreal"
"alright Doctor. nice to meet you!" he picks up the body bridal style and walks toward town, the chicken following him. "'s there a real hospital in town? no offense, but I think Jordan Doe here needs more than healing word"
Sage grumbles under her breath. "See if I ever do anything nice again." Once everyone is out of sight, she shapeshifts into a bloodhound to try and track the scent of the blood on the tooth.
it leads to a huge carcass, wolflike but terrible and large. the skull is smashed by some sort of blunt force trauma and its tawny fur is matted with blood. it looks like it bled out here
Sage shifts back to her normal normal form and looks at the carcass for a bit, jotting something down in her book. She then heads back to town, hoping that the body woke up so she can ask them questions.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
Atlas is pretty sure he doesn’t have to work at the moment, and is currently doing his side job, telling futures of the people who want to know them on a street corner, just having fun giving people a chance to se their fate.
Jason is still working in his shop, though smoke comes out from the slightly cracked more as he can be heard experimenting on making something greater than most of the things he has made.
*Dang, I did? Man, I guess I’ll just not have to miss it next time. Wanna rp? How’re you?*
*feelin under the weather. You missed a mangled body in the woods*
*Dang, you know I love a good mangled body in the woods. Hope you feel better soon.*
*aaaannnnd... the body is a character you've encountered*
*Well crap, they aren’t dead dead right? Or is it the person who wasn’t surprised by the prediction?*
*you've gotta figure that out, detective*
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
buff returns to the forest to ask the animals if they saw anything, and to find his sunflowers
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Race: Not Human. that's for sure
Class: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde/leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns/holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor
Alignment: Lawful Evil
fun fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The Archmage of I CAST...!Run From The Big Bad Wolf Here
buff returns to the forest to ask the animals if they saw anything, and to find his sunflowers
Your sunflowers are unharmed
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
*Dang, I did? Man, I guess I’ll just not have to miss it next time. Wanna rp? How’re you?*
*feelin under the weather. You missed a mangled body in the woods*
*Dang, you know I love a good mangled body in the woods. Hope you feel better soon.*
*aaaannnnd... the body is a character you've encountered*
*Well crap, they aren’t dead dead right? Or is it the person who wasn’t surprised by the prediction?*
*you've gotta figure that out, detective*
*It was elementary my dear Watson, elementary indeed.*
You ain’t done any figurin yet
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
The figure seems unconscious. "Oh, sorry. I gave them something to knock them out and reduce the pain. I'm Dmitri, Dmitri Rowan. Oh!" he realizes something, ruffling his hair. "I guess now you can call me Dr. Dmitri! Wow. It's so surreal"
"alright Doctor. nice to meet you!" he picks up the body bridal style and walks toward town, the chicken following him. "'s there a real hospital in town? no offense, but I think Jordan Doe here needs more than healing word"
Sage grumbles under her breath. "See if I ever do anything nice again." Once everyone is out of sight, she shapeshifts into a bloodhound to try and track the scent of the blood on the tooth.
it leads to a huge carcass, wolflike but terrible and large. the skull is smashed by some sort of blunt force trauma and its tawny fur is matted with blood. it looks like it bled out here
Sage shifts back to her normal normal form and looks at the carcass for a bit, jotting something down in her book. She then heads back to town, hoping that the body woke up so she can ask them questions.
Some asking around turns up that they’re in the hospital, apparently a buff dude and a medical resident brought them there last night.
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
Atlas is pretty sure he doesn’t have to work at the moment, and is currently doing his side job, telling futures of the people who want to know them on a street corner, just having fun giving people a chance to se their fate.
Jason is still working in his shop, though smoke comes out from the slightly cracked more as he can be heard experimenting on making something greater than most of the things he has made.
Jason is still working in his shop, though smoke comes out from the slightly cracked more as he can be heard experimenting on making something greater than most of the things he has made.
At some point you look up to see the man-faced dog Ratch sitting quietly in the corner of your shop, watching you work.
Nicnevin, now seeming about 45 years older than she was but a few days ago, is at her garden, harvesting mandrakes and aconite. Her now mostly gray hair is a tangled mess, her hands are gnarled claws, and she’s hunched over, which makes her about a foot shorter. (8 ft.) she mumbles something underneath her breath, a poem or a spell. The clouds part in the sky above her garden, revealing a waning crescent moon.
Jason is still working in his shop, though smoke comes out from the slightly cracked more as he can be heard experimenting on making something greater than most of the things he has made.
At some point you look up to see the man-faced dog Ratch sitting quietly in the corner of your shop, watching you work.
Jason looks up and waves to Ratch with a smile, though his goggles and face are nearly completely covered in soot “Hey when did ya get here mate?”
Jason is still working in his shop, though smoke comes out from the slightly cracked more as he can be heard experimenting on making something greater than most of the things he has made.
At some point you look up to see the man-faced dog Ratch sitting quietly in the corner of your shop, watching you work.
Jason looks up and waves to Ratch with a smile, though his goggles and face are nearly completely covered in soot “Hey when did ya get here mate?”
"Not too long ago. Thought I'd show myself in. See if you needed anything." He pauses to scratch his ear viciously with his back paw. "What is it you're working on here?"
Jason is still working in his shop, though smoke comes out from the slightly cracked more as he can be heard experimenting on making something greater than most of the things he has made.
At some point you look up to see the man-faced dog Ratch sitting quietly in the corner of your shop, watching you work.
Jason looks up and waves to Ratch with a smile, though his goggles and face are nearly completely covered in soot “Hey when did ya get here mate?”
"Not too long ago. Thought I'd show myself in. See if you needed anything." He pauses to scratch his ear viciously with his back paw. "What is it you're working on here?"
He takes off his goggles, putting them on the counter “Thanks for the thought, I’m actually making something greater than Materia, which is basically an orb of pure magic, making easier to cast spells or do something like this one, which makes the user stronger!” He says happily.
Nicnevin, now seeming about 45 years older than she was but a few days ago, is at her garden, harvesting mandrakes and aconite. Her now mostly gray hair is a tangled mess, her hands are gnarled claws, and she’s hunched over, which makes her about a foot shorter. (8 ft.) she mumbles something underneath her breath, a poem or a spell. The clouds part in the sky above her garden, revealing a waning crescent moon.
You catch a hint of the acrid smell of smoke. A new cloud, much lower to the ground moves to conceal the moon. About ten feet in the air you notice the dull, orange glow of a cigar's light and under it a massive shape hidden in the shadows. Not that it is standing in much shadow, it seems to have drawn the darkness close about it to conceal its form. Then you hear a deep, gravelly voice mutter, "Yur years seem to be slippin' by ya. Ya ain't worried bout it?"
Jason is still working in his shop, though smoke comes out from the slightly cracked more as he can be heard experimenting on making something greater than most of the things he has made.
At some point you look up to see the man-faced dog Ratch sitting quietly in the corner of your shop, watching you work.
Jason looks up and waves to Ratch with a smile, though his goggles and face are nearly completely covered in soot “Hey when did ya get here mate?”
"Not too long ago. Thought I'd show myself in. See if you needed anything." He pauses to scratch his ear viciously with his back paw. "What is it you're working on here?"
He takes off his goggles, putting them on the counter “Thanks for the thought, I’m actually making something greater than Materia, which is basically an orb of pure magic, making easier to cast spells or do something like this one, which makes the user stronger!” He says happily.
"What do you plan on using this newfound power for?" He says, his face a blank slate.
Nicnevin, now seeming about 45 years older than she was but a few days ago, is at her garden, harvesting mandrakes and aconite. Her now mostly gray hair is a tangled mess, her hands are gnarled claws, and she’s hunched over, which makes her about a foot shorter. (8 ft.) she mumbles something underneath her breath, a poem or a spell. The clouds part in the sky above her garden, revealing a waning crescent moon.
Cassandra approaches with a basket
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
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*Well crap, they aren’t dead dead right? Or is it the person who wasn’t surprised by the prediction?*
Sage shifts back to her normal normal form and looks at the carcass for a bit, jotting something down in her book. She then heads back to town, hoping that the body woke up so she can ask them questions.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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*you've gotta figure that out, detective*
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
*It was elementary my dear Watson, elementary indeed.*
buff returns to the forest to ask the animals if they saw anything, and to find his sunflowers
Race: Not Human. that's for sure
Class: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes/general of the goose horde/leader of Urat on kingdoms and crowns/holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor
Alignment: Lawful Evil
fun fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The Archmage of I CAST...! Run From The Big Bad Wolf Here
Your sunflowers are unharmed
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
You ain’t done any figurin yet
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
Some asking around turns up that they’re in the hospital, apparently a buff dude and a medical resident brought them there last night.
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
*Anybody?*
At some point you look up to see the man-faced dog Ratch sitting quietly in the corner of your shop, watching you work.
Nicnevin, now seeming about 45 years older than she was but a few days ago, is at her garden, harvesting mandrakes and aconite. Her now mostly gray hair is a tangled mess, her hands are gnarled claws, and she’s hunched over, which makes her about a foot shorter. (8 ft.) she mumbles something underneath her breath, a poem or a spell. The clouds part in the sky above her garden, revealing a waning crescent moon.
Jason looks up and waves to Ratch with a smile, though his goggles and face are nearly completely covered in soot “Hey when did ya get here mate?”
"Not too long ago. Thought I'd show myself in. See if you needed anything." He pauses to scratch his ear viciously with his back paw. "What is it you're working on here?"
He takes off his goggles, putting them on the counter “Thanks for the thought, I’m actually making something greater than Materia, which is basically an orb of pure magic, making easier to cast spells or do something like this one, which makes the user stronger!” He says happily.
*How about a cursed ferret-man shadow magician/scientist with a love of bugs and monsters? He's a retired butler.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
You catch a hint of the acrid smell of smoke. A new cloud, much lower to the ground moves to conceal the moon. About ten feet in the air you notice the dull, orange glow of a cigar's light and under it a massive shape hidden in the shadows. Not that it is standing in much shadow, it seems to have drawn the darkness close about it to conceal its form. Then you hear a deep, gravelly voice mutter, "Yur years seem to be slippin' by ya. Ya ain't worried bout it?"
"What do you plan on using this newfound power for?" He says, his face a blank slate.
*That's a lot of awesome things all put in one body.*
Cassandra approaches with a basket
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose