*sure! I haven't gotten my character fully ironed out, and I'm pretty roleplay rusty, but it'll be nice*
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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)
A smallish, one-room shack made of ashen wood has been erected near the Casino. It has one window and one door directly across from each other. It smells strongly of sandalwood and sweet chili, and smoke drifts out the cracks in the walls. Above the door are the crudely scratched words: "Boogie Woogie - If you need help, step inside."
A smallish, one-room shack made of ashen wood has been erected near the Casino. It has one window and one door directly across from each other. It smells strongly of sandalwood and sweet chili, and smoke drifts out the cracks in the walls. Above the door are the crudely scratched words: "Boogie Woogie - If you need help, step inside."
*sure! I haven't gotten my character fully ironed out, and I'm pretty roleplay rusty, but it'll be nice*
A small cat is standing at the entrance of the casino
Passing by the cat is a shade with an unsteady gait, the acrid, choking scent of acid clinging to their unclear form.
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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)
A smallish, one-room shack made of ashen wood has been erected near the Casino. It has one window and one door directly across from each other. It smells strongly of sandalwood and sweet chili, and smoke drifts out the cracks in the walls. Above the door are the crudely scratched words: "Boogie Woogie - If you need help, step inside."
A small cat walks into the door
The floor is covered in pillows, plush toys, comforter blankets, and quits. The entire building is about the size of a large dining room, but is surprisingly tall to accommodate the warped filing cabinets and the single massive inhabitant: a ferret man, bigger than any soul ought to have the right to be, dressed in strange, soft business finery. In place of a desk, the being has a dining table before it. There are no chairs. The only source of light in the room is the window behind the businessferret, through which the Casino light shines between the blinds and half-drawn curtains. Incense burners hang from the ceiling, causing light smoke to drift about the room. The glowing turquoise eyes of the giant stare calmly down at the cat.
The giant leans forward and folds his paws over each other. "Well, now, what sorts of trouble might you have gotten into, my nine-times-dead friend?"
A smallish, one-room shack made of ashen wood has been erected near the Casino. It has one window and one door directly across from each other. It smells strongly of sandalwood and sweet chili, and smoke drifts out the cracks in the walls. Above the door are the crudely scratched words: "Boogie Woogie - If you need help, step inside."
A small cat walks into the door
The floor is covered in pillows, plush toys, comforter blankets, and quits. The entire building is about the size of a large dining room, but is surprisingly tall to accommodate the warped filing cabinets and the single massive inhabitant: a ferret man, bigger than any soul ought to have the right to be, dressed in strange, soft business finery. In place of a desk, the being has a dining table before it. There are no chairs. The only source of light in the room is the window behind the businessferret, through which the Casino light shines between the blinds and half-drawn curtains. Incense burners hang from the ceiling, causing light smoke to drift about the room. The glowing turquoise eyes of the giant stare calmly down at the cat.
The giant leans forward and folds his paws over each other. "Well, now, what sorts of trouble might you have gotten into, my nine-times-dead friend?"
*The funny thing is that I said that the cat walks into the door, lol*
*sure! I haven't gotten my character fully ironed out, and I'm pretty roleplay rusty, but it'll be nice*
A small cat is standing at the entrance of the casino
Passing by the cat is a shade with an unsteady gait, the acrid, choking scent of acid clinging to their unclear form.
The cat stares for a moment, and then mews
The shade's eyes, or what you think are their eyes, anyway, flick towards the cat. They stop, seemingly trying to recall something. Or maybe they just like cats. Who's to say?
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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)
The floor is covered in pillows, plush toys, comforter blankets, and quits. The entire building is about the size of a large dining room, but is surprisingly tall to accommodate the warped filing cabinets and the single massive inhabitant: a ferret man, bigger than any soul ought to have the right to be, dressed in strange, soft business finery. In place of a desk, the being has a dining table before it. There are no chairs. The only source of light in the room is the window behind the businessferret, through which the Casino light shines between the blinds and half-drawn curtains. Incense burners hang from the ceiling, causing light smoke to drift about the room. The glowing turquoise eyes of the giant stare calmly down at the cat.
The giant leans forward and folds his paws over each other. "Well, now, what sorts of trouble might you have gotten into, my nine-times-dead friend?"
*The funny thing is that I said that the cat walks into the door, lol*
The cats mews at them
*...dang. Lets say the door opened itself for them when they "knocked," then.*
He leans back on the pile of cushioning that makes up his 'chair.' "Just here to take a rest, eh? I know the feeling. Sometimes, life is exhausting, and the afterlife reflects this."
The floor is covered in pillows, plush toys, comforter blankets, and quits. The entire building is about the size of a large dining room, but is surprisingly tall to accommodate the warped filing cabinets and the single massive inhabitant: a ferret man, bigger than any soul ought to have the right to be, dressed in strange, soft business finery. In place of a desk, the being has a dining table before it. There are no chairs. The only source of light in the room is the window behind the businessferret, through which the Casino light shines between the blinds and half-drawn curtains. Incense burners hang from the ceiling, causing light smoke to drift about the room. The glowing turquoise eyes of the giant stare calmly down at the cat.
The giant leans forward and folds his paws over each other. "Well, now, what sorts of trouble might you have gotten into, my nine-times-dead friend?"
*The funny thing is that I said that the cat walks into the door, lol*
The cats mews at them
*...dang. Lets say the door opened itself for them when they "knocked," then.*
He leans back on the pile of cushioning that makes up his 'chair.' "Just here to take a rest, eh? I know the feeling. Sometimes, life is exhausting, and the afterlife reflects this."
*I love the way you put the knocked in quotation signs*
A smallish, one-room shack made of ashen wood has been erected near the Casino. It has one window and one door directly across from each other. It smells strongly of sandalwood and sweet chili, and smoke drifts out the cracks in the walls. Above the door are the crudely scratched words: "Boogie Woogie - If you need help, step inside."
A plume of smoke squeezes into the shack through the crack under the door, solidifying into the vague shape of a shade. With the shade comes the overwhelming, unmistakable stench of acid-burnt flesh.
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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)
Alastair is sitting at the bar in the Casino, his assistants milling around him.
David slips into the seat next to him, smiling (as best as a deer skull can). "Hello, Alastair," he says, motioning for a drink. "Nice to see you around. I...thought we might have gotten started on the wrong foot, and I just wanted to say that I'm sorry."
"No, not at all," Al replies with his trademark grin.
One of the assistants, the one with the frowning mask, sits on the counter, swinging her legs playfully. The rest seem more shy.
'So, do they have names?" David asked. "Or are they just 'helpers'?"
"They do, although I can't say I remember most of them. This one," He gestures to the brazen assistant with the frowning mask, "Is Camie. We have a Joseph here somewhere, I think, and two Alex's." Three assistants raise their hands. Al nods. "There we go. The rest are blank pages to me."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*...dang. Lets say the door opened itself for them when they "knocked," then.*
He leans back on the pile of cushioning that makes up his 'chair.' "Just here to take a rest, eh? I know the feeling. Sometimes, life is exhausting, and the afterlife reflects this."
*I love the way you put the knocked in quotation signs*
The cat purrs, clearly happy with that reaction
The beast grins, revealing his sharp teeth. "Come, sit with me. I've plenty of nothing to do and plenty of time to do it."
*...dang. Lets say the door opened itself for them when they "knocked," then.*
He leans back on the pile of cushioning that makes up his 'chair.' "Just here to take a rest, eh? I know the feeling. Sometimes, life is exhausting, and the afterlife reflects this."
*I love the way you put the knocked in quotation signs*
The cat purrs, clearly happy with that reaction
The beast grins, revealing his sharp teeth. "Come, sit with me. I've plenty of nothing to do and plenty of time to do it."
A smallish, one-room shack made of ashen wood has been erected near the Casino. It has one window and one door directly across from each other. It smells strongly of sandalwood and sweet chili, and smoke drifts out the cracks in the walls. Above the door are the crudely scratched words: "Boogie Woogie - If you need help, step inside."
A plume of smoke squeezes into the shack through the crack under the door, solidifying into the vague shape of a shade. With the shade comes the overwhelming, unmistakable stench of acid-burnt flesh.
The enormous businessferret within grins, his irises glowing brightly. "Hm... I'm guessing you're missing something... a soul, perhaps?"
*sure! I haven't gotten my character fully ironed out, and I'm pretty roleplay rusty, but it'll be nice*
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)
A small cat is standing at the entrance of the casino
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
A smallish, one-room shack made of ashen wood has been erected near the Casino. It has one window and one door directly across from each other. It smells strongly of sandalwood and sweet chili, and smoke drifts out the cracks in the walls. Above the door are the crudely scratched words: "Boogie Woogie - If you need help, step inside."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A small cat walks into the door
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
Passing by the cat is a shade with an unsteady gait, the acrid, choking scent of acid clinging to their unclear form.
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 floor is covered in pillows, plush toys, comforter blankets, and quits. The entire building is about the size of a large dining room, but is surprisingly tall to accommodate the warped filing cabinets and the single massive inhabitant: a ferret man, bigger than any soul ought to have the right to be, dressed in strange, soft business finery. In place of a desk, the being has a dining table before it. There are no chairs. The only source of light in the room is the window behind the businessferret, through which the Casino light shines between the blinds and half-drawn curtains. Incense burners hang from the ceiling, causing light smoke to drift about the room. The glowing turquoise eyes of the giant stare calmly down at the cat.
The giant leans forward and folds his paws over each other. "Well, now, what sorts of trouble might you have gotten into, my nine-times-dead friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*The funny thing is that I said that the cat walks into the door, lol*
The cats mews at them
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
The cat stares for a moment, and then mews
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
The shade's eyes, or what you think are their eyes, anyway, flick towards the cat. They stop, seemingly trying to recall something. Or maybe they just like cats. Who's to say?
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)
*...dang. Lets say the door opened itself for them when they "knocked," then.*
He leans back on the pile of cushioning that makes up his 'chair.' "Just here to take a rest, eh? I know the feeling. Sometimes, life is exhausting, and the afterlife reflects this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I love the way you put the knocked in quotation signs*
The cat purrs, clearly happy with that reaction
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
A plume of smoke squeezes into the shack through the crack under the door, solidifying into the vague shape of a shade. With the shade comes the overwhelming, unmistakable stench of acid-burnt flesh.
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)
"They do, although I can't say I remember most of them. This one," He gestures to the brazen assistant with the frowning mask, "Is Camie. We have a Joseph here somewhere, I think, and two Alex's." Three assistants raise their hands. Al nods. "There we go. The rest are blank pages to me."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*hey people! I can RP for a bit.*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Ka!*
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
The beast grins, revealing his sharp teeth. "Come, sit with me. I've plenty of nothing to do and plenty of time to do it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The cat sits near the person, and mews
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.
The enormous businessferret within grins, his irises glowing brightly. "Hm... I'm guessing you're missing something... a soul, perhaps?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He begins to pet it gently. "If you're looking to take my soul, I'm afraid I've already loaned it away. Either way, you can stay as long as you like."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The cats purrs at the pets
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.