*She looked up at Umbra and chuckled embarrassed.* "Got in a fight with the old man and he said he'd send the hounds after me before I came to help you... thought that was one of 'em." *She smiled slightly.*
Untrust sat up again, removing the hat from her face. when roscoe raised his head, they could see how much fur actually covered his body. he looked like a furball when he was laying down. so instead, he sat up. this dog was hella tall too. about as tall as Ichigo, only 2 inches shorter because 5ft was his exact height. his head turned to them and he bared his teeth for a second before returning to look at his owner, grabbing her by the back of her shirt and dragging her away from them, more so in the corner
I utterly adore this place. Such a good roleplay forum to experiment with characters. All hail Trixie and her lovely bar!
A middle-aged man stumbled into the bar, sword in-hand, which he quickly sheathed. He stumbled to a stool, sitting down and resting his head against the bar, clothing and armor stained with blood.
A middle-aged man stumbled into the bar, sword in-hand, which he quickly sheathed. He stumbled to a stool, sitting down and resting his head against the bar, clothing and armor stained with blood.
The shapeshifter was in his dog form for a few good seconds before shifting to his human form, brushing hair out of his face. he was sitting beside untrust, letting her rest on the side of him. he still had somewhat animalistic features like his long shaggy tail and his ears. it was pretty clear he was a shapeshifter, and that he wanted nobody near Untrust and himself. because he didn't want untrust to get hurt, nor did he want them to get hurt by Untrust
*Ichigo stretched with a slight grin. How long ago since I was on the battlefield? She shook her head and and observed the new people for a moment and than just sort of stared off into the distance, a barely noticeable purple haze came over her mismatched eyes.*
Rose smile softly at Ichigo knowing that she was back.
*Ichigo caught a glimpse of Rose and smiled with a little wave.*
Eric notice Leiws " Exsuce me Sri, but are you okay? "
He raised his head from the table and blinked twice, before looking over to Eric and mumbling.
"... yy- yeahhh... do I.. do I know you..?"
"... yy- yeahhh... do I.. do I know you..?"
*A 7ft tall and rather lanky woman is seen stumbling her way in, pale skinned with ocean blue hair and eyes. She seems to be wearing a pair of leather boots and a lovely dress, soon grabbing onto a nearby chair to balance herself. She then takes a seat down in one of the booths, taking a journal and pen out as she starts to write down something in it.*
*A strange figure lands down in front of the bar's entrance. As he raised himself from his not-so-graceful landing, he folded his two sets of charcoal gray wings in and ran his hand over his deep nay blue hair, slicking it back. His golden feathers, randomly placed, shined in the light of the bar, as did his ice blue eyes, though up close you would black 'cracks' on the outer ring of his iris. He smiled charmingly, and walked in, ducking down to fit his large wings through.*
Wani Noodle wrote:
*A 7ft tall and rather lanky woman is seen stumbling her way in, pale skinned with ocean blue hair and eyes. She seems to be wearing a pair of leather boots and a lovely dress, soon grabbing onto a nearby chair to balance herself. She then takes a seat down in one of the booths, taking a journal and pen out as she starts to write down something in it.*
oops I accidentaly did this)
*Wani perks up a bit upon hearing someone enter the tavern, the pale skinned human quietly taking notes about his appearance and wings.*
*Jay looks around, shrugs, and plugs his earbuds into his phone and plays his music, bobbing his head slightly to the music. As he listened to his music he found a wall to prop himself up on, he than stood there, humming along to his tunes.*
*Wani soon finishes taking her notes, waving hello at the winged man from the booth shes sitting in.*
*Jay notices a slight movement and glances up to see a woman waving at him. He nods with a slight grin and wave.*
umbra began to will his energy to start repairing his armor cracks sealing themselves and entire pieces reforming he didn't have the materials to reforge it to its original state hence why it keeps breaking so easily as he sighed
At recieving no response, the middle aged man just let out an inaudible sigh and set his head back down on the table. He looks.. tired. And physically hurt. He's definitely having a time.
*Ichigo watched with interest as Umbra repaired his heavily damaged armor. Taking mental notes on this ability of his and his armor.*
" I don't believe so, my name is Eric Gwàiwù it nice to meet you " Eric said calmly and seriously with a soft smirk on his face
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