Viande is sleeping on one of the couches, snuggling a big blanket that he certainly doesn't need to keep himself warm.
A tap on his back. Then, another; another. "Hello?" comes a high-pitched voice. "Are you the owner here?"
Without opening his eyes, he attempts to throw the blanket over the person speaking and reel them in as if he were using a net. If they are of proper size, he holds them against his impossibly soft body. "Yes." He murmurs.
"The Wing King Festival, no?" the creature asks. "I can tell you that I'm not very excited..." It inclines its head once more and sniffs, holding its nose high and haughty.
"About which part? the mess, the food, or the people?" he grins "cause for me? all those mean free meals"
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call me Chara (more known), or gaster, or anything else, (im not super picky)
"The Wing King Festival, no?" the creature asks. "I can tell you that I'm not very excited..." It inclines its head once more and sniffs, holding its nose high and haughty.
"About which part? the mess, the food, or the people?" he grins "cause for me? all those mean free meals"
"The uncleanliness of it all. The dirty, sticky sauces that get all over your hands. The meatI don't eat meat."
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Build us a door And rest here with me Lights are on But nobody's home... extended sig
Viande is sleeping on one of the couches, snuggling a big blanket that he certainly doesn't need to keep himself warm.
A tap on his back. Then, another; another. "Hello?" comes a high-pitched voice. "Are you the owner here?"
Without opening his eyes, he attempts to throw the blanket over the person speaking and reel them in as if he were using a net. If they are of proper size, he holds them against his impossibly soft body. "Yes." He murmurs.
"Um...erm...well, we were wondering if you could give us some information about this 'wing' festival." A scuffle can be heard for a second, one voice squeaking "We? This was all you!I" The first coughs once more, and then asks, "You...can do that tomorrow, if you want. Sorry."
Without opening his eyes, he attempts to throw the blanket over the person speaking and reel them in as if he were using a net. If they are of proper size, he holds them against his impossibly soft body. "Yes." He murmurs.
"Um...erm...well, we were wondering if you could give us some information about this 'wing' festival." A scuffle can be heard for a second, one voice squeaking "We? This was all you!I" The first coughs once more, and then asks, "You...can do that tomorrow, if you want. Sorry."
He yawns big and nods. "The Wing King Festival is a citywide competition and celebration of cuisine. Whoever has the best..." (He licks his chops here) "...Razorbeast wings wins glory for their district and an unknown prize provided by the city government. I've gotten three 'anonymous tips' about what this year's prize is gonna be, and each one is different and probably wrong. Anyway, I'm in it to win it this year, though I'll probably donate the prize. I've got what I need."
"The Wing King Festival, no?" the creature asks. "I can tell you that I'm not very excited..." It inclines its head once more and sniffs, holding its nose high and haughty.
"About which part? the mess, the food, or the people?" he grins "cause for me? all those mean free meals"
"The uncleanliness of it all. The dirty, sticky sauces that get all over your hands. The meatI don't eat meat."
He shrugs "to each their own. ive heard rumors of an eating competition, but i have no idea if its true. if so" he grins wider and chuckles, "I'm likely to win."
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call me Chara (more known), or gaster, or anything else, (im not super picky)
A small hooded figure is standing near the entrance of a tavern
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
A small hooded figure is standing near the entrance of a tavern
Viande sleepily lumbers over. "Howdy."
The figure turns away, and says "Holle" in a voice that appears to be simply different, like the language has changed since they learned how to speak
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"The Wing King Festival, no?" the creature asks. "I can tell you that I'm not very excited..." It inclines its head once more and sniffs, holding its nose high and haughty.
"About which part? the mess, the food, or the people?" he grins "cause for me? all those mean free meals"
"The uncleanliness of it all. The dirty, sticky sauces that get all over your hands. The meatI don't eat meat."
He shrugs "to each their own. ive heard rumors of an eating competition, but i have no idea if its true. if so" he grins wider and chuckles, "I'm likely to win."
"so whats your buisness here then? its kinda hard to just 'pass by' this place, with all the paths around are faster"
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call me Chara (more known), or gaster, or anything else, (im not super picky)
The figure turns away, and says "Holle" in a voice that appears to be simply different, like the language has changed since they learned how to speak
Viande picks them up and brings them inside, setting them on a bean bag chair.
The figure literally disappears from Viande's hands, and appears a foot away from them
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Viande picks them up and brings them inside, setting them on a bean bag chair.
The figure literally disappears from Viande's hands, and appears a foot away from them
He doesn't seem to register this, going through the motions even without the figure
The figure has a small chuckle at that
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
He shrugs. "If you insist." He sounds faintly amused.
After a bit, she steps back.
"Not my favorite dish. Will you try it?" she asks shly, wiping her brow of very little sweat
"'Course." He walks over and ladels a little bit of the boiling oil into a shot glass. "You've certainly got a bit more tolerance than I do. Standin' over a boilin' cauldron like that and hardly bein' bothered ain't something I could do." He waits for the Tinderbite to cool.
"It's much hotter than this at home, if you can believe it." she says, sitting down, holding Sebastian's hand as he coos softly
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"That's good. I got a new sauce base. I was using mostly Tinderbite before, but that was kind of one-note since I fried the meat in the same stuff." He sighs. "Tough work."
"I was good with a blade, mind, not the kind you work with." he says softly, happily snacking on the free food.
"You do good, V."
"Ah, a vet. All unwanted things wash up in Otrembert, as they say. Been that way since the beginning." He sits down by the register. "I've always been a knife/scissors/razor kind of guy. Bit sadistic, I know, but it's what I was taught."
"You could say that." he shrugs. "Ranger trained to use every weapon, until I wasn't a ranger anymore. The training sticks. And I mean every weapon." his eyes darken momentarily before he blinks and shakes his head with a sigh
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Deacon appears *I wish to practice for this wing eating contest viande if it is not too much trouble.”
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“And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"
Deacon appears *I wish to practice for this wing eating contest viande if it is not too much trouble.”
"I think V's out right now." Thomas says from his beanbag, tail flicking behind him lazily
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
“Ah well I will be going out to do some exploring outside the tavern. I will be back soon.”
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“And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"
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A tap on his back. Then, another; another. "Hello?" comes a high-pitched voice. "Are you the owner here?"
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
Without opening his eyes, he attempts to throw the blanket over the person speaking and reel them in as if he were using a net. If they are of proper size, he holds them against his impossibly soft body. "Yes." He murmurs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"About which part? the mess, the food, or the people?" he grins "cause for me? all those mean free meals"
call me Chara (more known), or gaster, or anything else, (im not super picky)
PM me the word AVACADO
"The uncleanliness of it all. The dirty, sticky sauces that get all over your hands. The meat I don't eat meat."
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
"Um...erm...well, we were wondering if you could give us some information about this 'wing' festival." A scuffle can be heard for a second, one voice squeaking "We? This was all you!I" The first coughs once more, and then asks, "You...can do that tomorrow, if you want. Sorry."
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
He yawns big and nods. "The Wing King Festival is a citywide competition and celebration of cuisine. Whoever has the best..." (He licks his chops here) "...Razorbeast wings wins glory for their district and an unknown prize provided by the city government. I've gotten three 'anonymous tips' about what this year's prize is gonna be, and each one is different and probably wrong. Anyway, I'm in it to win it this year, though I'll probably donate the prize. I've got what I need."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He shrugs "to each their own. ive heard rumors of an eating competition, but i have no idea if its true. if so" he grins wider and chuckles, "I'm likely to win."
call me Chara (more known), or gaster, or anything else, (im not super picky)
PM me the word AVACADO
A small hooded figure is standing near the entrance of a tavern
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Viande sleepily lumbers over. "Howdy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The figure turns away, and says "Holle" in a voice that appears to be simply different, like the language has changed since they learned how to speak
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"so whats your buisness here then? its kinda hard to just 'pass by' this place, with all the paths around are faster"
call me Chara (more known), or gaster, or anything else, (im not super picky)
PM me the word AVACADO
Viande picks them up and brings them inside, setting them on a bean bag chair.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The figure literally disappears from Viande's hands, and appears a foot away from them
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
He doesn't seem to register this, going through the motions even without the figure
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The figure has a small chuckle at that
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [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]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
"It's much hotter than this at home, if you can believe it." she says, sitting down, holding Sebastian's hand as he coos softly
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"You could say that." he shrugs. "Ranger trained to use every weapon, until I wasn't a ranger anymore. The training sticks. And I mean every weapon." his eyes darken momentarily before he blinks and shakes his head with a sigh
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Deacon appears *I wish to practice for this wing eating contest viande if it is not too much trouble.”
“And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"
"I think V's out right now." Thomas says from his beanbag, tail flicking behind him lazily
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
“Ah well I will be going out to do some exploring outside the tavern. I will be back soon.”
“And the Lord spake, saying, 'First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out! Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thou foe, who being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it.'"