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titsi has started a new game with the following players:
titsi
those where for you
Fairram Rise
a man trapped in the body of an abomination, prisoner to others warped sense of power.
join me here
might you have a place we can chat
titsi has started a new game with the following players:
titsi
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no thought you might
Fairram Rise
taloned fingers have proven useful in more civilized tasks. sharp tips easily slice the skins from his prey a well as scrape the tallow fat from the hides. tips pierce the hides and allow his meager efforts at sewing to succeed, threading different widths of deer strips though the holes. his mind is healing day by day and his own personality allowed to surface. he is more than aware of his circumstance which makes it all the more gruesome of an existence.
looking in
well I see you drinking wine
no...got a place?
hi any planes rest of evening
placing the long stemmed glass on the counter
Fairram Rise
as the fire builds and the smoke rises he begins the satisfying task of skewing the rabbits. Y shaped limbs of green wood are placed beside the fire across from each other. the six foot skewer made from the same wood will soon rest across the open flames of the huge fire pit. his taste in food has changed dramatically as has his dress code. calf length breeches made from deer hide cover his lower extremities complimenting the deer skin vest he now wears. the breeches could be longer and the vest sleeved, but he hasn't skinned and tanned enough hides yet.
Apartment
One of them had to be calm. Okay, that's probably not true, but they're grateful at least -you- are calm.On some level, they've been expecting this. On a deeper level, they've been half expecting it for most of their life. It still manages to be shocking and devastating, somehow.
The signing pen doesn't really register, neither does the paperwork. Your hand does, judging by the way he immediately takes it, and how tightly.
"My parents." His voice remains small in the space, along with the rest of them.
No, he doesn't really have much in the way of armour to begin with. It's probably a good thing you think it is part of their appeal.
A little shake of their head, like that will dismiss the sense of stupour - it doesn't particularly work. There's also a palpable delay in registering the rest of what you'd said - eyes focusing on you a little more.
"Yeah," they're a little stunned, so you're going to need to forgive them for being a little slow in the moment. "Wait, did you say I have a place?"
A shaky breath, the veneer of calm cracking a little. "On the bright side, I don't need to worry about coming out to them, it's officially moot." A stab at humour, with a thread of a laugh, albeit not a happy one.
https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7NO18qc4TU&si=Hh2zFGzS5EU-uUD
about half and half
if i have others, it takes planning, if just me i usually wing it
She felt the anger in her grow. It was out of control. And she stalked back into the woods, pacing back and forth for a moment... Before her fist slammed into the nearest tree. The sycamore exploded in a groan and a shower of wood particles. Before the top landed on the bottom, and tilted, falling with a great crash, taking out two more lesser trees. *