"food? Odd for you to be drawn to the food of this void forsaken place. is that all that drew you, or is it all you'll tell me?"
"Correct! Only food!"
"hmm. i see. and what is your name, traveler?"
"Names are powerful things."
"smarter than some. do you have something i can call you?"
"The one who watches, or Toww"
"you may call me the jester, a fitting name i feel. you say food brings you, what in particular?"
"Nothing, don't we need it to live?"
"we? you assume me human, though i am not, human i mean. and you may, but i dont. well not the same kind."
"Ah Tehehehe"
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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.
"food? Odd for you to be drawn to the food of this void forsaken place. is that all that drew you, or is it all you'll tell me?"
"Correct! Only food!"
"hmm. i see. and what is your name, traveler?"
"Names are powerful things."
"smarter than some. do you have something i can call you?"
"The one who watches, or Toww"
"you may call me the jester, a fitting name i feel. you say food brings you, what in particular?"
"Nothing, don't we need it to live?"
"we? you assume me human, though i am not, human i mean. and you may, but i dont. well not the same kind."
"Ah Tehehehe"
"indeed. well, i'll leave you to your meal" he seemed to disappear, reappearing at the table he was at previously
"Ah, teleporting!"
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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 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.
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Hello! You can call me Link. Here’s a bitabout 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…
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*
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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.
*Oh, how iridescent are the stars. This kinda reminds me of how I still would love to make a Teixcalaanli tavern, but I think it'd be weird and I'm the only one here who's read anything by Arkady Martine.*
A pale man stalks the streets of the Red Gut. His red, tattered hame --- a dirty poncho --- wraps around his shoulders, making it look as if a ragged maw were devouring his entire upper back. The rest of his clothes fare no better --- tattered jeans (ripped and worn long beyond fashionable) and a greenish shirt that once had a logo embracing its lower half.
He still grins, though, with a manic ferocity, the type that none except the desperate and the animals wear on their faces.
*can't really RP, don't have the time*
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Build us a door And rest here with me Lights are on But nobody's home... extended sig
*Oh, how iridescent are the stars. This kinda reminds me of how I still would love to make a Teixcalaanli tavern, but I think it'd be weird and I'm the only one here who's read anything by Arkady Martine.*
A pale man stalks the streets of the Red Gut. His red, tattered hame --- a dirty poncho --- wraps around his shoulders, making it look as if a ragged maw were devouring his entire upper back. The rest of his clothes fare no better --- tattered jeans (ripped and worn long beyond fashionable) and a greenish shirt that once had a logo embracing its lower half.
He still grins, though, with a manic ferocity, the type that none except the desperate and the animals wear on their faces.
*can't really RP, don't have the time*
He hears a voice from above him. "You're looking a bit knackered, mate." Looking up, the man would see an athletic-looking man crouching atop the low roof. He is backed by three others; 2 women and another, younger boy. The man has a heavy Cockney accent and carries a jagged knife in one hand. He wears a half-face mask with a red smile scrawled onto it, mirrored in the other three's masks also, although with slight variations.
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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.
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
The Dealer is sat next to him. "Nice prosthetic. Expensive, I take it?" He speaks fairly respectfully.
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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.
*Oh, how iridescent are the stars. This kinda reminds me of how I still would love to make a Teixcalaanli tavern, but I think it'd be weird and I'm the only one here who's read anything by Arkady Martine.*
A pale man stalks the streets of the Red Gut. His red, tattered hame --- a dirty poncho --- wraps around his shoulders, making it look as if a ragged maw were devouring his entire upper back. The rest of his clothes fare no better --- tattered jeans (ripped and worn long beyond fashionable) and a greenish shirt that once had a logo embracing its lower half.
He still grins, though, with a manic ferocity, the type that none except the desperate and the animals wear on their faces.
*can't really RP, don't have the time*
He hears a voice from above him. "You're looking a bit knackered, mate." Looking up, the man would see an athletic-looking man crouching atop the low roof. He is backed by three others; 2 women and another, younger boy. The man has a heavy Cockney accent and carries a jagged knife in one hand. He wears a half-face mask with a red smile scrawled onto it, mirrored in the other three's masks also, although with slight variations.
the jester walked (or more acuratly moved) out of the inn, now bored, to see the scene. he seemed to disappear from his spot before reappearing behind the masked three figures, towering well over them (i assume he would at 8ft tall) "what have we here?"
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
The Dealer is sat next to him. "Nice prosthetic. Expensive, I take it?" He speaks fairly respectfully.
“Yes, indeed. It cost almost half my salary, but it’s worth being able to blast pirate heads off.”
*Oh, how iridescent are the stars. This kinda reminds me of how I still would love to make a Teixcalaanli tavern, but I think it'd be weird and I'm the only one here who's read anything by Arkady Martine.*
A pale man stalks the streets of the Red Gut. His red, tattered hame --- a dirty poncho --- wraps around his shoulders, making it look as if a ragged maw were devouring his entire upper back. The rest of his clothes fare no better --- tattered jeans (ripped and worn long beyond fashionable) and a greenish shirt that once had a logo embracing its lower half.
He still grins, though, with a manic ferocity, the type that none except the desperate and the animals wear on their faces.
*can't really RP, don't have the time*
He hears a voice from above him. "You're looking a bit knackered, mate." Looking up, the man would see an athletic-looking man crouching atop the low roof. He is backed by three others; 2 women and another, younger boy. The man has a heavy Cockney accent and carries a jagged knife in one hand. He wears a half-face mask with a red smile scrawled onto it, mirrored in the other three's masks also, although with slight variations.
the jester walked (or more acuratly moved) out of the inn, now bored, to see the scene. he seemed to disappear from his spot before reappearing behind the masked three figures, towering well over them (i assume he would at 8ft tall) "what have we here?"
(hey EJO what timezone are you in?)
*British standard time*
The younger boy turns around, looking the jester up and down. "We're not looking for any aggro, mister."
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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.
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
The Dealer is sat next to him. "Nice prosthetic. Expensive, I take it?" He speaks fairly respectfully.
“Yes, indeed. It cost almost half my salary, but it’s worth being able to blast pirate heads off.”
"Sure it is. Why'd you come down here? You don't seem like the kind of person who'd stay around the Gut."
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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.
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
The Dealer is sat next to him. "Nice prosthetic. Expensive, I take it?" He speaks fairly respectfully.
“Yes, indeed. It cost almost half my salary, but it’s worth being able to blast pirate heads off.”
"Sure it is. Why'd you come down here? You don't seem like the kind of person who'd stay around the Gut."
“You’d be right about that. I’m looking for someone to join an expedition for me…an adventure of sorts. My corporation lost a valuable research vessel in uncharted territory, and the big wigs want it back.”
*Oh, how iridescent are the stars. This kinda reminds me of how I still would love to make a Teixcalaanli tavern, but I think it'd be weird and I'm the only one here who's read anything by Arkady Martine.*
A pale man stalks the streets of the Red Gut. His red, tattered hame --- a dirty poncho --- wraps around his shoulders, making it look as if a ragged maw were devouring his entire upper back. The rest of his clothes fare no better --- tattered jeans (ripped and worn long beyond fashionable) and a greenish shirt that once had a logo embracing its lower half.
He still grins, though, with a manic ferocity, the type that none except the desperate and the animals wear on their faces.
*can't really RP, don't have the time*
He hears a voice from above him. "You're looking a bit knackered, mate." Looking up, the man would see an athletic-looking man crouching atop the low roof. He is backed by three others; 2 women and another, younger boy. The man has a heavy Cockney accent and carries a jagged knife in one hand. He wears a half-face mask with a red smile scrawled onto it, mirrored in the other three's masks also, although with slight variations.
the jester walked (or more acuratly moved) out of the inn, now bored, to see the scene. he seemed to disappear from his spot before reappearing behind the masked three figures, towering well over them (i assume he would at 8ft tall) "what have we here?"
(hey EJO what timezone are you in?)
*British standard time*
The younger boy turns around, looking the jester up and down. "We're not looking for any aggro, mister."
*holy void, im in PT (aka 7 hours behind you)*
the jester looked down at him, then crouched, "never said i was either. just curious. speaking of which whats with the masks?"
"food? Odd for you to be drawn to the food of this void forsaken place. is that all that drew you, or is it all you'll tell me?"
"Correct! Only food!"
"hmm. i see. and what is your name, traveler?"
"Names are powerful things."
"smarter than some. do you have something i can call you?"
"The one who watches, or Toww"
"you may call me the jester, a fitting name i feel. you say food brings you, what in particular?"
"Nothing, don't we need it to live?"
"we? you assume me human, though i am not, human i mean. and you may, but i dont. well not the same kind."
"Ah Tehehehe"
"indeed. well, i'll leave you to your meal" he seemed to disappear, reappearing at the table he was at previously
"Ah, teleporting!"
he shook his head "not quite so interesting, my friend, im just faster than you can see im afraid."
"Is Teleporting just moving faster than the eye can see?"
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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.
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"we? you assume me human, though i am not, human i mean. and you may, but i dont. well not the same kind."
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
"Ah Tehehehe"
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.
"indeed. well, i'll leave you to your meal" he seemed to disappear, reappearing at the table he was at previously
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
"Ah, teleporting!"
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 shook his head "not quite so interesting, my friend, im just faster than you can see im afraid."
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
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.
Hello! 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…
The Dealer is speaking in hushed tones to the bartender of the Nameless Inn.
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.
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*
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.
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
He hears a voice from above him. "You're looking a bit knackered, mate." Looking up, the man would see an athletic-looking man crouching atop the low roof. He is backed by three others; 2 women and another, younger boy. The man has a heavy Cockney accent and carries a jagged knife in one hand. He wears a half-face mask with a red smile scrawled onto it, mirrored in the other three's masks also, although with slight variations.
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.
The Dealer is sat next to him. "Nice prosthetic. Expensive, I take it?" He speaks fairly respectfully.
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.
the jester walked (or more acuratly moved) out of the inn, now bored, to see the scene. he seemed to disappear from his spot before reappearing behind the masked three figures, towering well over them (i assume he would at 8ft tall) "what have we here?"
(hey EJO what timezone are you in?)
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
.
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
“Yes, indeed. It cost almost half my salary, but it’s worth being able to blast pirate heads off.”
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
*British standard time*
The younger boy turns around, looking the jester up and down. "We're not looking for any aggro, mister."
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.
"Sure it is. Why'd you come down here? You don't seem like the kind of person who'd stay around the Gut."
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.
“You’d be right about that. I’m looking for someone to join an expedition for me…an adventure of sorts. My corporation lost a valuable research vessel in uncharted territory, and the big wigs want it back.”
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
*holy void, im in PT (aka 7 hours behind you)*
the jester looked down at him, then crouched, "never said i was either. just curious. speaking of which whats with the masks?"
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
*I am making a bug bard that can fold and enclose itself into its shell to look human and also raise the dead*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Is Teleporting just moving faster than the eye can see?"
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.