The Haunted Forest RPG

[Garjzla]

Amica decided to go to her den, and make a dress. She could always sell them, and store money for the future just in case she needed it.
She arrived at her den and walked inside, sitting down on a chair and getting out thread and such to make a dress.
(Open)

 

[Bantambird]

Zahir bursts out laughing. He feels rejuvenated, and ready to take on the world. " Well Ezria, there's a fresh hankie here too if ya like, an a few finishing touches I snagged laid out here at th' foot o' the bed. It ain't much but it sure is much better than a kick in the pants. Finish up, Mr Wolf. This Mr Snake has gotta get out there an find hisself a Revan an liberate from him a head from the shoulders. The hard part starts now. That'll be the findin. This is why I need you. You an me can start interrogatin' sum locals till we find a trail, an then we look for somethin he maybe left a little human stink on, an then that sniffer of yours tracks him in th' woods. We end him, then, profit! " He gestures, eager to start. He adjusts his neckerchief, ready to pull it up if he needs to. He likes the feel of this new silk one. They lucked out on the clothing score. Silly Johns deserved everything that happened to them, thinking they could have their cake and eat it too. As they say, you just can't always get what you want. Zahir smirked.

 

[PoesAccomplice]

Mirus attempted to dodge, but ended up getting hit in the knee by the tip of his sword. She swung at his neck.

Pyro got hit in his neck and winced, then attempted to kick Mirus down on the floor.

 

[Athaid]

Ezria laughs a little too but quickly stops himself. He stifles his smile and coughs. "Here, give us tha' fancy rag then." He strolls up to Zahir and plucks his handkerchief from his pocket. He begins tucking it into his own front pocket, and stops to look up at Zahir.
"Well then, where's ya hankie boy." He fakes a concerned expression and tuts to himself as he walks around to his side table and grabs his things, shoving them into the various pockets of his jacket and trousers. He looks over at Zahir. "Mr.Snake and Mr.Wolf, detective agency." He crosses his arms and fakes smoking a cigar, looking concerningly around the room.
"Well Mr.Snake it seems there was a bit of a ruckus here. Look at all these clothes just lying about." He tuts again. "No trace of them now."
He blows the imaginary smoke in Zahir's direction and smirks, tapping his cigar on the wall and waltzing towards the door. He reaches for the handle and then stops, he turns back to Zahir, suddenly quite serious. "You sure you're ready fo' this?" He raises his brow inquisitively.

 

[Bantambird]

Zahir's grin faded as Ezria reached into Zahir's pocket. "Ain't never heard o' personal space?" He muttered, raising an eyebrow. Eager to get started, he didn't let it get to him. After all, they needed to get going, and bickering only leads to time wasted. He grabbed the hankie laid out on the bed and a tinder box with a flint. He turns back to Ezria, poised and ready to go. " Yes, yes, let's get on with it then." He waves Ezria forward, a predator eager to be on the hunt.

 

[Athaid]

Ezria inhales sharply and looks away from Zahir, he turns the knob and swings the door open, pulling his collar away from his neck and rolling his shoulders. He wasn't used to being dressed in such formal attire, though he did seem to stand taller now that he was. He moves quickly to the stairs and down into the bar. The maid behind the counter is wiping down an old glass, a man is passed out on the stool in front of her - his head lying against his folded arms. It's much quieter now. She pulls her cigarette from her mouth and taps it between her fingers, setting the glass down on a shelf. She looks ezria and Zahir up and down and smiles, leaning forward onto the counter. "Stopping for breakfast are ya?" She puffs the smoke out slowly through her mouth.

 

[Athaid]

(I'm trying my best but recently I've been forgetting words, and mixing up past & present tense. I don't know why, but I also seem to struggle more with forming sentences when I speak maybe I'm just crazy, who knows.)

 

[Bantambird]

( I'm having a hard time being a meanypants. It goes against my true nature, and I wanna be nice so much, but I'm resisting. Also, you are doing just fine. We are weaving quite a narrative. And I am bouncing between work, kids and my little homestead and taking care of my sick husband)

 

[Athaid]

(I'm quite enjoying it I don't get to be this tough and mean in real life. Don't worry about replying quickly, you sound very busy. I can wait )

 

[Athaid]

(Again, I don't know how you find the time to write such long replies.)