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I'm Termott and I'm trying to live a memeingful life. :^)

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I would like to reserve the Dragon zodiac please! :3c
I'm curious about pokemon who evolve via stone? Like could we buy the stones or just find them in nature or whatever?
Interested! :3c
is it too early to say rip to this roleplay?

@Lugiamaybe you could post to get your group going? Maybe some zombies could bring everyone back together and fight.


I'm supposed to be Hipster!Toriel and we managed to find some our children lmao. Mind you I made the cosplay the like the night before and heard about the con after I dyed my hair. XD
@Haru Nyan
Otakupalooza, just a free anime little anime con in my town. I went as Toriel and my friend was Asgore. Super fun!
Sorry guys, I pretty much slept for two days, cons are tiring, finally got a post out.

@Eklispe Feel free to join up my group if you want, gonna fight some zombies. :3c
Atlas didn't know what she expected when it came to helping a group of strangers do some heavy lifting. It was slow, and generally pretty terrible. Not to mention the awkwardness that she is when it came to coming up with small talk. Although she wasn't much of a conversationalist to begin with, especially when doing hard labor. All and all, it sucked, but the money was definitely worth it.

Glad for that whole ordeal to be over with, Atlas and Rykiar were back in their room at the inn, both relaxing in their beds. From what she could tell, her Neth friend was asleep, and she did manage to get a nap in, she couldn't fall back into dreamland. It did feel nice to do a good deed, but it wasn't like they had all the time in the world. Now they had to rest up and get a moving on to their next lead. For all they knew, if they didn't interact with that group and that darn wurm, they could have found what they were looking for.

The cow got out of bed, though her muscles protested at the action. She headed downstairs, tjinking of grabbing a bite to eat with their excess money and to perhaps get some intel. Atlas sat down at the bar, ordering a meal and drink. As she waited for her food, sipping at a glass of mead, she couldn't help but listen in strangers like she had earlier. It was a bit later so a new crowd found their way inside the inn. A particular patron that caught the Tothum's interest was an elderly Lah'na lady who was rather upset.

"I had gone to the cemetery earlier to visit my dear husband, Catticus," She paused to sniffle into a handkerchief, "Only to find him standing over his own grave!"

"How could that be possible?" Ask the older woman's friend, who had shared Atlas' confusion. Perhaps he faked his own death?

"No! It was terrible! It was one of those heathens!" She hissed in absolute disgust. "It was a dastardly Necromancer! There were tons of them, rising up quicker than my kittens when it was breakfast time!"

"Is that Necromancer still there, Mrs. Whiskers? How'd you get out without him sending his undead after you?" Asked her friend in almost disbelief.

"Why I hightailed it out of there as quick as my old bones could take me! Last I hear, he's run out anyone and everyone who try to visit their loved ones. Truly despicable I tell you what."

And that was it, that's all Atlas needed to hear. Ironically good news for her. She quickly at her meal, paid the innkeeper, and headed upstairs in record time. She shoved Rykiar roughly, waking him in the process.

"Rude. Can't a get sleep? We did a lot work today."

"C'mon, we both know I did all the work today. Anyway, a lady downstairs mentioned a necromancer over in a nearby cemetery," Atlas explained rather rushed, most likely wanting to catch the suspected dead riser before he left and did whatever those in the dark arts do. Probably slaughter a village.

"It could be the guy, who knows where the hell he could be. Alright, let's go."
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