His eyes stare into the soggy puddle of sugary syrup but his face is still directed to you. He pops a blueberry into his mouth and mashes it with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I don't see why we can't be." Then his eyes leave the soupy sponge of pastry and stare straight into you. "Like I said, some folks seem to think of this... hunt as a sort of game." He smirks, "And betrayal from a friend always hurts more, if you really are trying to make me suffer."
When they look back up they see him standing in front of them, holding a cup of tea, "This is just a job, and 'Boba boy' has already decided once the game is done, you're dead. I'd rather not be friends with you if I'm going to be part of your death." He sips the coffee, sitting down next to them, "But if you want that to be the case, sure." He smirks back at them, steam pouring out of his mouth from the hot tea.
He cuts a monstrous chunk of gooey waffle out of the stack and stuffs it into his mouth. “Ah, I’m just a job to be taken care of so that you can receive a fat paycheck. Alright then. You’ll let others suffer, but you don’t want to suffer yourself.” He swallows another dripping fork full before he stands up to leave.
His eyes stare into the soggy puddle of sugary syrup but his face is still directed to you. He pops a blueberry into his mouth and mashes it with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I don't see why we can't be." Then his eyes leave the soupy sponge of pastry and stare straight into you. "Like I said, some folks seem to think of this... hunt as a sort of game." He smirks, "And betrayal from a friend always hurts more, if you really are trying to make me suffer."
When they look back up they see him standing in front of them, holding a cup of tea, "This is just a job, and 'Boba boy' has already decided once the game is done, you're dead. I'd rather not be friends with you if I'm going to be part of your death." He sips the coffee, sitting down next to them, "But if you want that to be the case, sure." He smirks back at them, steam pouring out of his mouth from the hot tea.
He cuts a monstrous chunk of gooey waffle out of the stack and stuffs it into his mouth. “Ah, I’m just a job to be taken care of so that you can receive a fat paycheck. Alright then. You’ll let others suffer, but you don’t want to suffer yourself.” He swallows another dripping fork full before he stands up to leave.
*I’ve got to go. Thanks for the roleplay!*
*It was fun! See you around friend!*
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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.'
'Ah, hello there. How's it going, Charlie? Iago is walking through the field towards him
"It's going." Charlie sits cross-legged in the dry grass. A white globed dandelion is clutched in his fingers and he seems to be staring at it intently. Then he puffs up his cheeks and blasts the dander off the stem with a gust of breath. The white fluffy seeds drift through the air in your general direction. "What do you think I wished for?" He says looking back up at you, still holding the now bald flower stem.
'Ah, hello there. How's it going, Charlie? Iago is walking through the field towards him
"It's going." Charlie sits cross-legged in the dry grass. A white globed dandelion is clutched in his fingers and he seems to be staring at it intently. Then he puffs up his cheeks and blasts the dander off the stem with a gust of breath. The white fluffy seeds drift through the air in your general direction. "What do you think I wished for?" He says looking back up at you, still holding the now bald flower stem.
'Ah, hello there. How's it going, Charlie? Iago is walking through the field towards him
"It's going." Charlie sits cross-legged in the dry grass. A white globed dandelion is clutched in his fingers and he seems to be staring at it intently. Then he puffs up his cheeks and blasts the dander off the stem with a gust of breath. The white fluffy seeds drift through the air in your general direction. "What do you think I wished for?" He says looking back up at you, still holding the now bald flower stem.
'Rebellion?'
"Ha! That's a silly thing to wish for. That's a thing to do. Guess again." He bends the stem under his thumb and presses it until some greenish sap oozes out onto his finger.
'Ah, hello there. How's it going, Charlie? Iago is walking through the field towards him
"It's going." Charlie sits cross-legged in the dry grass. A white globed dandelion is clutched in his fingers and he seems to be staring at it intently. Then he puffs up his cheeks and blasts the dander off the stem with a gust of breath. The white fluffy seeds drift through the air in your general direction. "What do you think I wished for?" He says looking back up at you, still holding the now bald flower stem.
'Rebellion?'
"Ha! That's a silly thing to wish for. That's a thing to do. Guess again." He bends the stem under his thumb and presses it until some greenish sap oozes out onto his finger.
'Death? Talking of which, I killed a man, the other day. Now, we have a house to call our own, if you so want. Would be better than having to hide wherever'
The Architect is wandering through Balios, silently skittering across rooftops and through alleyways with her many, many legs (arms? arm-legs?), her movements both jarringly disturbing and strangely graceful. She keeps a few eyes out for anyone she recognizes- especially one of her targets.
Cassandra is at the Masquerade Fair, looking around and taking notes of anything strange she senses or sees. Her cough seems to be getting worse while she's here- after all, it's the middle of a Nightmare Lord's domain- but she is not deterred in the least.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'Ah, hello there. How's it going, Charlie? Iago is walking through the field towards him
"It's going." Charlie sits cross-legged in the dry grass. A white globed dandelion is clutched in his fingers and he seems to be staring at it intently. Then he puffs up his cheeks and blasts the dander off the stem with a gust of breath. The white fluffy seeds drift through the air in your general direction. "What do you think I wished for?" He says looking back up at you, still holding the now bald flower stem.
'Rebellion?'
"Ha! That's a silly thing to wish for. That's a thing to do. Guess again." He bends the stem under his thumb and presses it until some greenish sap oozes out onto his finger.
'Death? Talking of which, I killed a man, the other day. Now, we have a house to call our own, if you so want. Would be better than having to hide wherever'
"Wrong answer." He raises an eyebrow and grinds the stalk between his forefinger and thumb until the tips of his fingers are smeared in glistening moisture. "Killed a man? That's a little loud. Where is this new clubhouse? I haven't exactly been trying to hide but it might be nice to have a spot to put up my feet."
'Ah, hello there. How's it going, Charlie? Iago is walking through the field towards him
"It's going." Charlie sits cross-legged in the dry grass. A white globed dandelion is clutched in his fingers and he seems to be staring at it intently. Then he puffs up his cheeks and blasts the dander off the stem with a gust of breath. The white fluffy seeds drift through the air in your general direction. "What do you think I wished for?" He says looking back up at you, still holding the now bald flower stem.
'Rebellion?'
"Ha! That's a silly thing to wish for. That's a thing to do. Guess again." He bends the stem under his thumb and presses it until some greenish sap oozes out onto his finger.
'Death? Talking of which, I killed a man, the other day. Now, we have a house to call our own, if you so want. Would be better than having to hide wherever'
"Wrong answer." He raises an eyebrow and grinds the stalk between his forefinger and thumb until the tips of his fingers are smeared in glistening moisture. "Killed a man? That's a little loud. Where is this new clubhouse? I haven't exactly been trying to hide but it might be nice to have a spot to put up my feet."
'To be free of the bounty? Is that what you'd wish for? The clubhouse is house number 66, on 5th Street. If you don't mind, we have another ally staying there. A little kooky, but he won't harm you, I'll make sure of that'
*did you see the murder Iago committed to get the house?*
The Architect is wandering through Balios, silently skittering across rooftops and through alleyways with her many, many legs (arms? arm-legs?), her movements both jarringly disturbing and strangely graceful. She keeps a few eyes out for anyone she recognizes- especially one of her targets.
A familiar shock of bleached blonde hair can be seen moving through the window of a convenience store. A red impala with a black heart painted onto the hood is parked out front.
"Wrong answer." He raises an eyebrow and grinds the stalk between his forefinger and thumb until the tips of his fingers are smeared in glistening moisture. "Killed a man? That's a little loud. Where is this new clubhouse? I haven't exactly been trying to hide but it might be nice to have a spot to put up my feet."
'To be free of the bounty? Is that what you'd wish for? The clubhouse is house number 66, on 5th Street. If you don't mind, we have another ally staying there. A little kooky, but he won't harm you, I'll make sure of that'
*did you see the murder Iago committed to get the house?*
"Nope. Would you believe me if I said I spent it on world peace?" He says with a smile. "Who on earth would ally themselves with us when we got a bounty hovering over our heads?"
The Architect is wandering through Balios, silently skittering across rooftops and through alleyways with her many, many legs (arms? arm-legs?), her movements both jarringly disturbing and strangely graceful. She keeps a few eyes out for anyone she recognizes- especially one of her targets.
A familiar shock of bleached blonde hair can be seen moving through the window of a convenience store. A red impala with a black heart painted onto the hood is parked out front.
She smiles to herself, jumping down from the rooftop and violently contorting herself back into her human disguise as she walks over to the store. She walks through the automatic doors, ambling over to the small shelf of snack foods, keeping Charlie in her field of vision the whole time.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Wrong answer." He raises an eyebrow and grinds the stalk between his forefinger and thumb until the tips of his fingers are smeared in glistening moisture. "Killed a man? That's a little loud. Where is this new clubhouse? I haven't exactly been trying to hide but it might be nice to have a spot to put up my feet."
'To be free of the bounty? Is that what you'd wish for? The clubhouse is house number 66, on 5th Street. If you don't mind, we have another ally staying there. A little kooky, but he won't harm you, I'll make sure of that'
*did you see the murder Iago committed to get the house?*
"Nope. Would you believe me if I said I spent it on world peace?" He says with a smile. "Who on earth would ally themselves with us when we got a bounty hovering over our heads?"
*No but I can go back and read it.*
'I'm not sure if I would believe that. I can see a certain version of world peace being something to wish for, I'll give it that, though. And as for who is with us, they're not exactly Mr Popular themselves, but they got a few neat abilities. They're a shapeshifter.'
*The body of a man was found in the town square, hung from a flagpole. Underneath it was daubed the message 'Here hangs a child murderer, no worse than you'*
A familiar shock of bleached blonde hair can be seen moving through the window of a convenience store. A red impala with a black heart painted onto the hood is parked out front.
She smiles to herself, jumping down from the rooftop and violently contorting herself back into her human disguise as she walks over to the store. She walks through the automatic doors, ambling over to the small shelf of snack foods, keeping Charlie in her field of vision the whole time.
It is most definitely Charlie right there. He has opened a large red lollipop and is sucking on it while examining a baseball card that came in the package. It doesn't look like he has paid for it yet, but the cashier is busy sorting postcards on a revolving display stand. A pop star sings about her high school crush quietly over the store's speakers.
He cuts a monstrous chunk of gooey waffle out of the stack and stuffs it into his mouth. “Ah, I’m just a job to be taken care of so that you can receive a fat paycheck. Alright then. You’ll let others suffer, but you don’t want to suffer yourself.” He swallows another dripping fork full before he stands up to leave.
*I’ve got to go. Thanks for the roleplay!*
*It was fun! See you around friend!*
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.'
Roadkill Charlie's red car lies dormant on the side of the road like a slumbering predatory cat. Charlie himself is out in a nearby field of grass.
*anyone on?*
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*this thread had better not die*
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*Oh it better not.*
Roadkill Charlie's red car lies dormant on the side of the road like a slumbering predatory cat. Charlie himself is out in a nearby field of grass.
'Ah, hello there. How's it going, Charlie? Iago is walking through the field towards him
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"It's going." Charlie sits cross-legged in the dry grass. A white globed dandelion is clutched in his fingers and he seems to be staring at it intently. Then he puffs up his cheeks and blasts the dander off the stem with a gust of breath. The white fluffy seeds drift through the air in your general direction. "What do you think I wished for?" He says looking back up at you, still holding the now bald flower stem.
'Rebellion?'
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"Ha! That's a silly thing to wish for. That's a thing to do. Guess again." He bends the stem under his thumb and presses it until some greenish sap oozes out onto his finger.
'Death? Talking of which, I killed a man, the other day. Now, we have a house to call our own, if you so want. Would be better than having to hide wherever'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
The Architect is wandering through Balios, silently skittering across rooftops and through alleyways with her many, many legs (arms? arm-legs?), her movements both jarringly disturbing and strangely graceful. She keeps a few eyes out for anyone she recognizes- especially one of her targets.
Cassandra is at the Masquerade Fair, looking around and taking notes of anything strange she senses or sees. Her cough seems to be getting worse while she's here- after all, it's the middle of a Nightmare Lord's domain- but she is not deterred in the least.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*"Remember! Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, bye!"*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread and Mechanicus thread
Around but not too active
"Wrong answer." He raises an eyebrow and grinds the stalk between his forefinger and thumb until the tips of his fingers are smeared in glistening moisture. "Killed a man? That's a little loud. Where is this new clubhouse? I haven't exactly been trying to hide but it might be nice to have a spot to put up my feet."
'To be free of the bounty? Is that what you'd wish for? The clubhouse is house number 66, on 5th Street. If you don't mind, we have another ally staying there. A little kooky, but he won't harm you, I'll make sure of that'
*did you see the murder Iago committed to get the house?*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
A familiar shock of bleached blonde hair can be seen moving through the window of a convenience store. A red impala with a black heart painted onto the hood is parked out front.
"Nope. Would you believe me if I said I spent it on world peace?" He says with a smile. "Who on earth would ally themselves with us when we got a bounty hovering over our heads?"
*No but I can go back and read it.*
She smiles to herself, jumping down from the rooftop and violently contorting herself back into her human disguise as she walks over to the store. She walks through the automatic doors, ambling over to the small shelf of snack foods, keeping Charlie in her field of vision the whole time.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
'I'm not sure if I would believe that. I can see a certain version of world peace being something to wish for, I'll give it that, though. And as for who is with us, they're not exactly Mr Popular themselves, but they got a few neat abilities. They're a shapeshifter.'
*The body of a man was found in the town square, hung from a flagpole. Underneath it was daubed the message 'Here hangs a child murderer, no worse than you'*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
It is most definitely Charlie right there. He has opened a large red lollipop and is sucking on it while examining a baseball card that came in the package. It doesn't look like he has paid for it yet, but the cashier is busy sorting postcards on a revolving display stand. A pop star sings about her high school crush quietly over the store's speakers.