He smiles even more at them “Rich you say? I must admit, you are good looking, though I’d argue less than I am. No need to argue about that though. Have you met any pirates before?”
“Oh I’ve met quite a few. Some Im quite good friends with. For others, I am the reason they’ll never walk again. Or breathe again.”
“You must be a rather formidable foe then.” His hand moves away from his knife, though his eyes show that he wasn’t going to do anything around people.
“Yes, rather formidable indeed.” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
He matches the smile with his own, “How about I buy you a drink, if you have the time.”
“I’ve got a few hours before I have anything to do. I’d love a drink.”
“Come on, first round’s on me, or I guess more on the people I stole from.” He begins heading towards the bar he knows.
He smiles even more at them “Rich you say? I must admit, you are good looking, though I’d argue less than I am. No need to argue about that though. Have you met any pirates before?”
“Oh I’ve met quite a few. Some Im quite good friends with. For others, I am the reason they’ll never walk again. Or breathe again.”
“You must be a rather formidable foe then.” His hand moves away from his knife, though his eyes show that he wasn’t going to do anything around people.
“Yes, rather formidable indeed.” He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
He matches the smile with his own, “How about I buy you a drink, if you have the time.”
“I’ve got a few hours before I have anything to do. I’d love a drink.”
“Come on, first round’s on me, or I guess more on the people I stole from.” He begins heading towards the bar he knows.
He follows after him, still chatting to people as he walks
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
*The funny thing is, no one here would know what a dollar is. The Spanish Dollar were still normally called Peso at the time, so dollar was yet to be a word*
[I did think that, but it’ll make more sense when I fully reveal his Stand power i.e. write up and explanation lol]
After their heist, Harry takes Wynter and Flynn into a nearby town to sell the goods at just a general store. You wouldn't think he could do such a thing with how suspicious it looks, but sure enough he comes out in no time with several wedges of cash, distributing them to his partners in the equal shares they agreed upon. He then smiles and says 'I appreciate your assistance on this occasion; for now I'm heading further north to the capital, and will be operating from there. If you need me, I have a lodging on Ogre Street, so you should be able to call in there. Oh, and maybe pass up on visiting that particular shopkeep for now. The thief and their hound really did scare the daylights out of him.'
Meanwhile, in London, Willanth has arrived, and stabled his horses. He's now just enjoying the sights, marvelling at the levels of architecture and historical grandeur.
After their heist, Harry takes Wynter and Flynn into a nearby town to sell the goods at just a general store. You wouldn't think he could do such a thing with how suspicious it looks, but sure enough he comes out in no time with several wedges of cash, distributing them to his partners in the equal shares they agreed upon. He then smiles and says 'I appreciate your assistance on this occasion; for now I'm heading further north to the capital, and will be operating from there. If you need me, I have a lodging on Ogre Street, so you should be able to call in there. Oh, and maybe pass up on visiting that particular shopkeep for now. The thief and their hound really did scare the daylights out of him.'
He takes the money he can get with a smile on his face, putting it away along with the silver coin. He feels around his teeth with his tongue, seeming satisfied after a moment before saying "Ogre Street? I haven't heard that name in ages, I'll make sure to see you around." He rolls his shoulders "And if you ever want to come to the docks, I'll introduce the rest of the crew."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
After their heist, Harry takes Wynter and Flynn into a nearby town to sell the goods at just a general store. You wouldn't think he could do such a thing with how suspicious it looks, but sure enough he comes out in no time with several wedges of cash, distributing them to his partners in the equal shares they agreed upon. He then smiles and says 'I appreciate your assistance on this occasion; for now I'm heading further north to the capital, and will be operating from there. If you need me, I have a lodging on Ogre Street, so you should be able to call in there. Oh, and maybe pass up on visiting that particular shopkeep for now. The thief and their hound really did scare the daylights out of him.'
He takes the money he can get with a smile on his face, putting it away along with the silver coin. He feels around his teeth with his tongue, seeming satisfied after a moment before saying "Ogre Street? I haven't heard that name in ages, I'll make sure to see you around." He rolls his shoulders "And if you ever want to come to the docks, I'll introduce the rest of the crew."
Harry turns and smiles, responding ‘Ah! So you’re familiar with the area! Excellent! Well I’ll be seeing you too then! And I’m sure I’d love to meet your crew at somepoint as well!’
[Wanna rp with some other characters? I think I’ve said but I’m probably going to end up introducing a tonne and then seeing which ones stick]
After their heist, Harry takes Wynter and Flynn into a nearby town to sell the goods at just a general store. You wouldn't think he could do such a thing with how suspicious it looks, but sure enough he comes out in no time with several wedges of cash, distributing them to his partners in the equal shares they agreed upon. He then smiles and says 'I appreciate your assistance on this occasion; for now I'm heading further north to the capital, and will be operating from there. If you need me, I have a lodging on Ogre Street, so you should be able to call in there. Oh, and maybe pass up on visiting that particular shopkeep for now. The thief and their hound really did scare the daylights out of him.'
He takes the money he can get with a smile on his face, putting it away along with the silver coin. He feels around his teeth with his tongue, seeming satisfied after a moment before saying "Ogre Street? I haven't heard that name in ages, I'll make sure to see you around." He rolls his shoulders "And if you ever want to come to the docks, I'll introduce the rest of the crew."
Harry turns and smiles, responding ‘Ah! So you’re familiar with the area! Excellent! Well I’ll be seeing you too then! And I’m sure I’d love to meet your crew at somepoint as well!’
[Wanna rp with some other characters? I think I’ve said but I’m probably going to end up introducing a tonne and then seeing which ones stick]
(Unfortunately, I cannot, I apologize, as I am a little busy and don't have any other characters yet. Very sorry.)
He walks off towards said docks, leaving them behind.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
In a quiet inn a girl sits in at a round corner table, her long dark blue hair hung down onto the sheet music she's desperately trying to fill out, but keeps seemingly getting it wrong, and scrunches up the parchment with a weep, her pale face now streaked with tears. Unseen to her, a Stand looms a few feet behind her, appearing like a coiled blue alien tree, with a single branch spread out towards her, ending in a glowing lamp shape that hangs above her head, casting a ghostly spotlight on her.
In a quiet inn a girl sits in at a round corner table, her long dark blue hair hung down onto the sheet music she's desperately trying to fill out, but keeps seemingly getting it wrong, and scrunches up the parchment with a weep, her pale face now streaked with tears. Unseen to her, a Stand looms a few feet behind her, appearing like a coiled blue alien tree, with a single branch spread out towards her, ending in a glowing lamp shape that hangs above her head, casting a ghostly spotlight on her.
A young man, maybe in his 20s or so approaches her. He sits down next to her, and takes a look at the music “Are you alright young lady?”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
In a quiet inn a girl sits in at a round corner table, her long dark blue hair hung down onto the sheet music she's desperately trying to fill out, but keeps seemingly getting it wrong, and scrunches up the parchment with a weep, her pale face now streaked with tears. Unseen to her, a Stand looms a few feet behind her, appearing like a coiled blue alien tree, with a single branch spread out towards her, ending in a glowing lamp shape that hangs above her head, casting a ghostly spotlight on her.
A young man, maybe in his 20s or so approaches her. He sits down next to her, and takes a look at the music “Are you alright young lady?”
She barely looks up from her rapid scrivening and says 'Do I look it? Sorry, I'm a bit shaky at the minute, it's just last night I had the most incredible dream about a beautiful, otherworldly song, and I can't record it for the life of me!' She gives an exasperated shout as she reaches another line and has her mind go completely blank, causing her to ball up yet another sheet to start over and cry even more tears. The flying saucer shaped lamp above her head, extended from the thin gnarled tree, grows slightly brighter.
In a quiet inn a girl sits in at a round corner table, her long dark blue hair hung down onto the sheet music she's desperately trying to fill out, but keeps seemingly getting it wrong, and scrunches up the parchment with a weep, her pale face now streaked with tears. Unseen to her, a Stand looms a few feet behind her, appearing like a coiled blue alien tree, with a single branch spread out towards her, ending in a glowing lamp shape that hangs above her head, casting a ghostly spotlight on her.
A young man, maybe in his 20s or so approaches her. He sits down next to her, and takes a look at the music “Are you alright young lady?”
She barely looks up from her rapid scrivening and says 'Do I look it? Sorry, I'm a bit shaky at the minute, it's just last night I had the most incredible dream about a beautiful, otherworldly song, and I can't record it for the life of me!' She gives an exasperated shout as she reaches another line and has her mind go completely blank, causing her to ball up yet another sheet to start over and cry even more tears. The flying saucer shaped lamp above her head, extended from the thin gnarled tree, grows slightly brighter.
“Hmm. Well I can’t help you there, as I have no idea what the song is like, but may be able to cheer you up. Clear your head. Then you can come back to this with fresh eyes and a fresh mind.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
In a quiet inn a girl sits in at a round corner table, her long dark blue hair hung down onto the sheet music she's desperately trying to fill out, but keeps seemingly getting it wrong, and scrunches up the parchment with a weep, her pale face now streaked with tears. Unseen to her, a Stand looms a few feet behind her, appearing like a coiled blue alien tree, with a single branch spread out towards her, ending in a glowing lamp shape that hangs above her head, casting a ghostly spotlight on her.
A young man, maybe in his 20s or so approaches her. He sits down next to her, and takes a look at the music “Are you alright young lady?”
She barely looks up from her rapid scrivening and says 'Do I look it? Sorry, I'm a bit shaky at the minute, it's just last night I had the most incredible dream about a beautiful, otherworldly song, and I can't record it for the life of me!' She gives an exasperated shout as she reaches another line and has her mind go completely blank, causing her to ball up yet another sheet to start over and cry even more tears. The flying saucer shaped lamp above her head, extended from the thin gnarled tree, grows slightly brighter.
“Hmm. Well I can’t help you there, as I have no idea what the song is like, but may be able to cheer you up. Clear your head. Then you can come back to this with fresh eyes and a fresh mind.”
She continues to scratch her quill against the page, but tilts her head up just enough to meet his gaze, although it periodically darts back down to the paper. ‘Umm…yes please…I think that would be lovely…but I’ll keep at this whilst you go, just in case it comes back midway through…I’d hate to miss it again…I can just feel that I’ll get it soon!’
In a quiet inn a girl sits in at a round corner table, her long dark blue hair hung down onto the sheet music she's desperately trying to fill out, but keeps seemingly getting it wrong, and scrunches up the parchment with a weep, her pale face now streaked with tears. Unseen to her, a Stand looms a few feet behind her, appearing like a coiled blue alien tree, with a single branch spread out towards her, ending in a glowing lamp shape that hangs above her head, casting a ghostly spotlight on her.
A young man, maybe in his 20s or so approaches her. He sits down next to her, and takes a look at the music “Are you alright young lady?”
She barely looks up from her rapid scrivening and says 'Do I look it? Sorry, I'm a bit shaky at the minute, it's just last night I had the most incredible dream about a beautiful, otherworldly song, and I can't record it for the life of me!' She gives an exasperated shout as she reaches another line and has her mind go completely blank, causing her to ball up yet another sheet to start over and cry even more tears. The flying saucer shaped lamp above her head, extended from the thin gnarled tree, grows slightly brighter.
“Hmm. Well I can’t help you there, as I have no idea what the song is like, but may be able to cheer you up. Clear your head. Then you can come back to this with fresh eyes and a fresh mind.”
She continues to scratch her quill against the page, but tilts her head up just enough to meet his gaze, although it periodically darts back down to the paper. ‘Umm…yes please…I think that would be lovely…but I’ll keep at this whilst you go, just in case it comes back midway through…I’d hate to miss it again…I can just feel that I’ll get it soon!’
“Perfect! So.” He rubs his hands together “What do you do for fun? Other than writing music of course.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
In a quiet inn a girl sits in at a round corner table, her long dark blue hair hung down onto the sheet music she's desperately trying to fill out, but keeps seemingly getting it wrong, and scrunches up the parchment with a weep, her pale face now streaked with tears. Unseen to her, a Stand looms a few feet behind her, appearing like a coiled blue alien tree, with a single branch spread out towards her, ending in a glowing lamp shape that hangs above her head, casting a ghostly spotlight on her.
A young man, maybe in his 20s or so approaches her. He sits down next to her, and takes a look at the music “Are you alright young lady?”
She barely looks up from her rapid scrivening and says 'Do I look it? Sorry, I'm a bit shaky at the minute, it's just last night I had the most incredible dream about a beautiful, otherworldly song, and I can't record it for the life of me!' She gives an exasperated shout as she reaches another line and has her mind go completely blank, causing her to ball up yet another sheet to start over and cry even more tears. The flying saucer shaped lamp above her head, extended from the thin gnarled tree, grows slightly brighter.
“Hmm. Well I can’t help you there, as I have no idea what the song is like, but may be able to cheer you up. Clear your head. Then you can come back to this with fresh eyes and a fresh mind.”
She continues to scratch her quill against the page, but tilts her head up just enough to meet his gaze, although it periodically darts back down to the paper. ‘Umm…yes please…I think that would be lovely…but I’ll keep at this whilst you go, just in case it comes back midway through…I’d hate to miss it again…I can just feel that I’ll get it soon!’
“Perfect! So.” He rubs his hands together “What do you do for fun? Other than writing music of course.”
‘Ummm…’ she puts the pen to her lips and thinks, then says ‘I can’t really remember…well, I know I’ve done things in the past I’ve enjoyed, but nothing has ever come as close to being as engrossing as this…it’s weird because it’s driving me mad but the constant closeness, it’s…it’s intoxicating.’ The lamp above her head has now grown even brighter [Speaking of, can he actually see it?]
In a quiet inn a girl sits in at a round corner table, her long dark blue hair hung down onto the sheet music she's desperately trying to fill out, but keeps seemingly getting it wrong, and scrunches up the parchment with a weep, her pale face now streaked with tears. Unseen to her, a Stand looms a few feet behind her, appearing like a coiled blue alien tree, with a single branch spread out towards her, ending in a glowing lamp shape that hangs above her head, casting a ghostly spotlight on her.
A young man, maybe in his 20s or so approaches her. He sits down next to her, and takes a look at the music “Are you alright young lady?”
She barely looks up from her rapid scrivening and says 'Do I look it? Sorry, I'm a bit shaky at the minute, it's just last night I had the most incredible dream about a beautiful, otherworldly song, and I can't record it for the life of me!' She gives an exasperated shout as she reaches another line and has her mind go completely blank, causing her to ball up yet another sheet to start over and cry even more tears. The flying saucer shaped lamp above her head, extended from the thin gnarled tree, grows slightly brighter.
“Hmm. Well I can’t help you there, as I have no idea what the song is like, but may be able to cheer you up. Clear your head. Then you can come back to this with fresh eyes and a fresh mind.”
She continues to scratch her quill against the page, but tilts her head up just enough to meet his gaze, although it periodically darts back down to the paper. ‘Umm…yes please…I think that would be lovely…but I’ll keep at this whilst you go, just in case it comes back midway through…I’d hate to miss it again…I can just feel that I’ll get it soon!’
“Perfect! So.” He rubs his hands together “What do you do for fun? Other than writing music of course.”
‘Ummm…’ she puts the pen to her lips and thinks, then says ‘I can’t really remember…well, I know I’ve done things in the past I’ve enjoyed, but nothing has ever come as close to being as engrossing as this…it’s weird because it’s driving me mad but the constant closeness, it’s…it’s intoxicating.’ The lamp above her head has now grown even brighter [Speaking of, can he actually see it?]
*If it’s a stand, yes. He sees these things but chooses to politely ignore it*
The man looks deep in thought “How very strange. It’s like it’s consuming your entire life and mind. Quite peculiar.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
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“Come on, first round’s on me, or I guess more on the people I stole from.” He begins heading towards the bar he knows.
He follows after him, still chatting to people as he walks
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
*Cut for Himy*
They open the door, sitting back down and ordering them a round for the entire bar.
[I did think that, but it’ll make more sense when I fully reveal his Stand power i.e. write up and explanation lol]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
After their heist, Harry takes Wynter and Flynn into a nearby town to sell the goods at just a general store. You wouldn't think he could do such a thing with how suspicious it looks, but sure enough he comes out in no time with several wedges of cash, distributing them to his partners in the equal shares they agreed upon. He then smiles and says 'I appreciate your assistance on this occasion; for now I'm heading further north to the capital, and will be operating from there. If you need me, I have a lodging on Ogre Street, so you should be able to call in there. Oh, and maybe pass up on visiting that particular shopkeep for now. The thief and their hound really did scare the daylights out of him.'
Meanwhile, in London, Willanth has arrived, and stabled his horses. He's now just enjoying the sights, marvelling at the levels of architecture and historical grandeur.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
He takes the money he can get with a smile on his face, putting it away along with the silver coin. He feels around his teeth with his tongue, seeming satisfied after a moment before saying "Ogre Street? I haven't heard that name in ages, I'll make sure to see you around." He rolls his shoulders "And if you ever want to come to the docks, I'll introduce the rest of the crew."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Harry turns and smiles, responding ‘Ah! So you’re familiar with the area! Excellent! Well I’ll be seeing you too then! And I’m sure I’d love to meet your crew at somepoint as well!’
[Wanna rp with some other characters? I think I’ve said but I’m probably going to end up introducing a tonne and then seeing which ones stick]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
(Unfortunately, I cannot, I apologize, as I am a little busy and don't have any other characters yet. Very sorry.)
He walks off towards said docks, leaving them behind.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
[No worries dude, gives me some time to come up with some new Stands too lol]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*I could rp with you if you want shiver*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
*Speaking of new stands, I made one of the Speedwagon Foundation. Best of luck dude.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
[Yeah sure thing, haven’t done any rp with you here so sounds good! I’ve got an idea for a cool character so I’ll do an intro for them in a sec!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
In a quiet inn a girl sits in at a round corner table, her long dark blue hair hung down onto the sheet music she's desperately trying to fill out, but keeps seemingly getting it wrong, and scrunches up the parchment with a weep, her pale face now streaked with tears. Unseen to her, a Stand looms a few feet behind her, appearing like a coiled blue alien tree, with a single branch spread out towards her, ending in a glowing lamp shape that hangs above her head, casting a ghostly spotlight on her.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
A young man, maybe in his 20s or so approaches her. He sits down next to her, and takes a look at the music “Are you alright young lady?”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
She barely looks up from her rapid scrivening and says 'Do I look it? Sorry, I'm a bit shaky at the minute, it's just last night I had the most incredible dream about a beautiful, otherworldly song, and I can't record it for the life of me!' She gives an exasperated shout as she reaches another line and has her mind go completely blank, causing her to ball up yet another sheet to start over and cry even more tears. The flying saucer shaped lamp above her head, extended from the thin gnarled tree, grows slightly brighter.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“Hmm. Well I can’t help you there, as I have no idea what the song is like, but may be able to cheer you up. Clear your head. Then you can come back to this with fresh eyes and a fresh mind.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
She continues to scratch her quill against the page, but tilts her head up just enough to meet his gaze, although it periodically darts back down to the paper. ‘Umm…yes please…I think that would be lovely…but I’ll keep at this whilst you go, just in case it comes back midway through…I’d hate to miss it again…I can just feel that I’ll get it soon!’
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
“Perfect! So.” He rubs his hands together “What do you do for fun? Other than writing music of course.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
‘Ummm…’ she puts the pen to her lips and thinks, then says ‘I can’t really remember…well, I know I’ve done things in the past I’ve enjoyed, but nothing has ever come as close to being as engrossing as this…it’s weird because it’s driving me mad but the constant closeness, it’s…it’s intoxicating.’ The lamp above her head has now grown even brighter [Speaking of, can he actually see it?]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*If it’s a stand, yes. He sees these things but chooses to politely ignore it*
The man looks deep in thought “How very strange. It’s like it’s consuming your entire life and mind. Quite peculiar.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones