PerfectThought

Username Origins

My parents wanted to give it to their kid if they had a daughter. They had a daughter.

I considered a lot of other usernames, but overthought everything and just ended up settled with my actual name.

@Hannah

Who would've guessed!

Sleepless Nights\\ Iron Cages

apologies if my latest post made 0 fucking sense. utterly delirious rn, and only posting cus im too wired to sleep.

Life in Gloomminster

apologies if my latest post made 0 fucking sense. utterly delirious rn, and only posting cus im too wired to sleep.

Life in Gloomminster

Bonnie the large bay windows adorning the front of the shop, catching sight of a slight girl in a yellow mac. Another entrant to the shop it would seem Bonnie thought, as she entered the premises, setting off the little bell affixed to the top of the door.

She responded to Min's greeting in turn, half-bowing and taking her hand in between both of hers, shaking them enthusiastically. "Pleasure to meet you, Min. Please, call me Bonnie." She gazed up at Abbott and Costello greeting them as well, "Hello, lovelies. Aren't you both impressive?" She grinned fascinated by the pair, and was interested as they showed off their capabilities. Clearly, they had some degree of personality. Evidently, she was conversing with an impressive artificer.

She turned to the harpy, as the subject of conversation turned to his magnificent wings. "Pleasure to meet you. Lovely to have another local about to show the newcomers' 'round town." She chuckled, smiling at him warmly. She finished the conversation with, "Let me just help this lovely girl and I'll get you two settled in."

She turned gently to the timid seeming girl that had just come in, lugging around two cases of her own. She greeted her with, "I presume you're also a tenant. Name's Bonnie, a pleasure to meet you." She stuck out her right hand in a friendly manner. "Presuming my beliefs are correct, shall I help you with your luggage? And why don't I show you lot around?"

@LostDestiny@Expendable@scrawls

Sleepless Nights\\ Iron Cages

Niid

Niid found the ride arduous, sitting in the backseat of the van twitching. He almost vibrated as the group passed through the district. At first, as they wove through the bustling streets his knee bounced rhythmically as he occupied himself looking at the surroundings. He'd seen it all a hundred times, but he never knew if it would be his last time seeing it. And thus he savoured the saline grunge almost as much as he had when he had first seen it. He had the fortunate privilege of his perspective being that of an outsider, an interloper in the 10th district. And though he may be more comfortable in the benthos at the bottom of the city than parasol girl, he was equally a foreigner. Just an accustomed one.

He drew his firearm, polishing it and checking over it neurotically as the increasingly empty streets sped past. The tension in the back of the van was mounting as they neared their location. It was always tense attending a job, you had no idea what it would be like. But this anxiety was visible in none more than Niid. His actions radiated an itching nervousness, readiness, and the precursor to adrenaline as he fidgeted.

Finally, they reached their location. Littown was a desolate, melancholy place. The emptiness echoed throughout Niid, sending off an eery alarm in his head. He wanted to be here slightly less now. And that feeling continued as he stepped into the lobby. The music sent shivers down his spine as the group strolled through the bare building. He stood, still, but still full of energy. Like a compressed spring. Listening, even to the parasol girl's words.

He drew his machete, a heavy object. Unusually simple for a blessed weapon. It was adorned with a mere sigil. But that was all Niid needed. He was no magician, not like most cleaners. Instead of fighting fire with fire, he would fight it with a head full of stimulants and some weighty steel.

He tapped a small screen on the inside of his wrist, letting out a grunt as a clear ampoule filled with an unknown yellow liquid plunged down into a port in the nape of his neck. Instantly his face, behind the heavy metal mask adorning it, relaxed. His lips returned to their normal position. His pupils: pinpricks. A shudder went through his body, entirely relaxing as it spread throughout him. He let out an awful grin and raised his blade, gesturing toward the heavy set of doors opposite them, marching at them without a second thought.

The Frontier ( An anthro space western roleplay)

Ahhhh okay. I thought we were still in orbit and was confused on that order sorry.

@BigPapaBelial

Yeah same tbh haha.

In that case, gonna get a Luck post up ASAP.

Life in Gloomminster

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Yeah, They were going to go later in the day. I don't know if you want me to edit my first post or make a new one continuing them getting to the store, cause I just thought I'd make it when the first day starts.

@AriiBird

Yeah, that's not an issue. Just double-checking because I think it might've confused me and Conscripts a bit. I just wasn't sure if you were writing that she had already moved in early, or just another chicanery. But what you're doing is fine. B)))

Life in Gloomminster

Bonnie looked up at the gaunt man facing her. She greeted him with a smile, "Hello, sir! How can I help you today?" Her eyes twinkled with genuine friendliness, not just a plastered on customer service smile. She genuinely loved her job and enjoyed helping people find the texts they required.

He retorted in a quiet voice, with a polite smile stretching his lips slightly. "Morn'n miss. You can ackshully. It's my daughter's birthday, she's 13. An aspiring necromancer. Very good actually. Do you have anything like that I could get her?" His slight small transformed into a beam of fatherly pride as he recounted his offspring's talents.

Bonnie grinned back, getting to her feet as she tapped her lip with her index finger.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.

"Think I have just the scroll, love. It's a classic and a good price!" She bounced on her feet as she spoke. She began rifling through a cabinet on her desk. She was like that long enough for a girl accompanied by her entourage of statues to enter the shop. And also long enough for her to stumble over a huge stack of books.

The crashing brought her out of the deep concentration she was in. She looked up, gazing upon the poor young woman coming crashing down. She rushed over, trying to help her up as yet another being walked in and began helping her. 5 entities and herself now occupied the small shop, it was beginning to get busy! And she'd only been open a couple of minutes.

She busied herself picking the books back up as she sang out, "Are you alright my lovely? I am so sorry about that dear. It's alright, really. Happens to the best of us." The three quickly finished stacking the towering pile of books and an ornate scroll case caught her eye, just behind the offending pile. "Be right with you." She uttered to the new entries into the shop as she snatched the case off the shelf and rushed back to the desk.

She handed the man the decorated case. He felt it, switching it between his palms, taking the ream of paper out of the leather tube. The papyrus was thin and yellowed, the calligraphy a rich dark brown, almost black. The atmosphere of ancient knowledge almost radiated off of the text. He looked back up at her, "Yeahh, I this'll do jus' right. She'll be well pleased. 'Ow much?"

Bonnie beamed back, "Hmm, normally I'd ask 70 silvers, but I'm one to support aspiring magicians. You can have it for 50. Cash or card?" The man happily pulled out his wallet, pulling out 5 notes. She processed them through the vintage till the ding sounded throughout the shop as the cash draw shot out. The tall man returned the scroll to its case and left the shop with a jaunty step out into the pleasant afternoon.

She turned round to the quartet of new entries to the shop. Looking at the luggage in the pair of goliaths' great hands she looked at the small girl and brightly began, "Hello! I'm guessing you're one of my new tenants! I'm Bonnie. Cunningham. I'll show you round the place in just a moment. The ground floor is the shop. This shop." Lastly she looked at the other being, a harpy from what she could tell, "Are you a tenant as well, or looking to buy something?"
@LostDestiny@scrawls

Username Origins

Tell me why your username is what it is. Curious about your tales.

Life in Gloomminster

The edits are up there. Just forgot to remove the WIP, my bad.

@redraider1

I see. I'm afraid Saen isn't quite what I'm looking for, I'm sorry. Not quite enough detail, and I can't really see how they what is motivating them.