A woman is walking down the street towards the tavern. She has raven black hair, fair skin, and amber eyes, but she sports 9 gorgeous fox tails behind her in true Gumiho fashion. She’s wearing moderately fashionable clothing and is wearing a satchel. As she turns to go into the bar, a man jumps at her. Without missing a beat, she does… something? You can’t tell what, but the man collapses to the ground, unconscious. She continues walking and turns into the Nameless Tavern.
As she walks, the woman notices a somewhat humanoid robot laying against a wall. It is clearly of Auretian origin, probably a warrior. It is damaged, with sparking wires sticking out of broken armour panels. It doesn't look to have any weapons on it other than a small metal pipe.
*I can't actually RP now, but I'll be on later*
“Hello there. What happened to you?” She speaks with a clipped British accent, and looks at it curiously.
The auretian looks up. "D-n't knoww..." It groans, it's voice blank and cutting in and out. "38.345% of memory banks erased..."
“What’s the last thing you remember?” She’s looking around to see who’s watching, but she’s doing it casually so as not to draw suspicion.
"W-was decl–ed traitor. Thrown int- pod. W-ke up h–e." The Auretian says.
“Where did you work?” She’s trying to hide her curiosity.
"Aur-tia- Tech–cracy, 1st -eace-ep-r Ba-t-t-tallion, Squ-d 17." The Auretian replies, rattling it off as if it was an automated message.
“Did you work for the Terran Empire?”
The soldier pauses. "Mem-m-mory corrupted." It drones, trying to push itself up from the floor. "I am a-a-a tr–tor. I am b-b-be-ng puni-hed. That i- all I k–w."
“So what do you do now?” She’s looking like she’s either going to stab him or make a break for it… or stick around a bit longer.
The Auretian makes a noise of mild annoyance. "How do y– think I kn– tha-?" It grunts, managing to stand up. "I ha-e 36.46% memory left-t-t. I am i- a pl–e I d-n't -now."
“So, what are you doing now? You can’t be an invalid forever.”
A tall, thin person wearing a bloody and dirty maid dress is standing in the halls around The Red Gut, sweeping, sweeping, a [Ignore the blue text if certain sounds make you wanna start a new war] dirty, rough sound, like brushing a chalkboard, like dry, dry concrete, covered in dust and dirt, every so angry as her brush swept. Her jaw was incased in a metal mask, bolted shut, yet with the parts to open; her arms are on her waist, held forearm on forearm, hands on elbows, seemingly puffing out her chest and holding her waist, her hair in a ponytail, her eye compound and white, glowing, yet her rather human face still moves normal, dots of a black chitin on her.
(She has some spots more of one race and more of another, cuzzzz why can't I take my own features?)
The Dealer is at the Nameless Inn, drinking.
The Legion Gang are searching for Toww.
META is in the Nameless Inn, waiting for Toww.
The strange, gaunt Alien is around somewhere.
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.
Heyo! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
I try to keep the peace and be neutral most of the time…
*Cut them quote chains, people*
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.
*Blip*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
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Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.