If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I did see a day on the calendar. The vision was in this week.”
"That's... so cool!"
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Connie has *GASP* left the library! She is in another room, where art supplies are located, and looks like she's trying to think of something to paint.
Xander is painting something next to her. It looks like a person.
*btw you can’t get lost on what’s happening because we’re putting what has happened in the plot spoiler in the OP.*
<Yeah! I think it's great!>
She looks at what he's painting, then back at her empty canvas. Then, unabke to resist her curiosity, she asks, "Who/what are you painting?"
“My grandma. She died last year.” He says softly.
"Oh. I'm sorry... were you close?"
“No. I just wanted to honor her.”
"Uh, okay." she turns back to her own painting, then turns to him once more. "I'm really, really sorry, but if you have a mortal grandma, how did you become a Mythic, exactly?"
“My grandpa was a mythic. My mom was too.”
"Why not draw her in Mythic form, then?"
“My grandma was a human. My grandpa was a mythic.”
<Ah, shoot, I misread.>
"Oh, I'm sorry, I must've misheard you. Say, what causes a Mythic to fall in love with a mortal?"
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Connie has *GASP* left the library! She is in another room, where art supplies are located, and looks like she's trying to think of something to paint.
Xander is painting something next to her. It looks like a person.
*btw you can’t get lost on what’s happening because we’re putting what has happened in the plot spoiler in the OP.*
<Yeah! I think it's great!>
She looks at what he's painting, then back at her empty canvas. Then, unabke to resist her curiosity, she asks, "Who/what are you painting?"
“My grandma. She died last year.” He says softly.
"Oh. I'm sorry... were you close?"
“No. I just wanted to honor her.”
"Uh, okay." she turns back to her own painting, then turns to him once more. "I'm really, really sorry, but if you have a mortal grandma, how did you become a Mythic, exactly?"
“My grandpa was a mythic. My mom was too.”
"Why not draw her in Mythic form, then?"
“My grandma was a human. My grandpa was a mythic.”
<Ah, shoot, I misread.>
"Oh, I'm sorry, I must've misheard you. Say, what causes a Mythic to fall in love with a mortal?"
“We’re both humans in soul, I suppose. Mythics are only half what they could be. If they weren’t, they wouldn’t be able to shift into humans.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
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“How are you?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“A bit tired. You woke me up.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“How, I was here being quiet.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"That's... so cool!"
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
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“My ears are really good.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
<Ah, shoot, I misread.>
"Oh, I'm sorry, I must've misheard you. Say, what causes a Mythic to fall in love with a mortal?"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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"Sure. What are you studying about?"
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“Would you want to start the relationship before that day? As in now?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“We’re both humans in soul, I suppose. Mythics are only half what they could be. If they weren’t, they wouldn’t be able to shift into humans.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Oh, sorry for waking you up.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“It’s okay. How was poetry club?”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Not as many people were in attendance. It was the first meeting this year.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Oh.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Yeah.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
"That's very philosophical of you. What did you do before coming to Vinstreb?"
Roll for Initiative: [roll]1d20+7[/roll]
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MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
“I homeschooled myself, mostly.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
“Want to show me some of your art? Maybe we can critique each other.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
Erogar is giving a lecture on magical properties
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Kori adjusts his glasses.
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
“Sure.” She shares some of her poems.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.