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9 yrs ago
Current Wow I couldn't be bothered to do anything this past weekend holy damn.
9 yrs ago
Me: "I can't afford a Nintendo Switch" Also me: "Yes I would like two of every DLC for every game I own please."
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9 yrs ago
I've somehow only watched an hour of youtube in two hours of watching youtube. Man being sick sucks.
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9 yrs ago
Hey, I made my own avatar this time!
9 yrs ago
Finally got my financial aid for college!
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Bio

Name: Burthstone || Zzyriphian

Age: 21

Schooling: 2-Year Degree

Occupation: I wish

Country: United States of America

First Language: English (USA)

Other Languages: Welsh (Introductory)

Preferred Units of Measure: Metric/SI (Imperial accepted)

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Mayt chuckled, rubbing his face. "Nah, I can sleep later." He says simply, now standing up, indicating he thinks they should go, and talk on the way. "The only set of parents I really respected were my birth parents, the rest, well, I never got along with them. The differences between them and my birth parents were too great. I went from two criminals planning their next heist in their bedroom down the hall while I was sleepless in my bed. Followed by a pair of goodie-two-shoes. Honestly, I thought staying in the "Right" all the time was a boring place to live. But I get staying somewhat within the lines. The worse the crime, the harder they try to find the person who did it. As far as the guild goes, of course something happened. What person with a normal past would go to a place filled with adventurers and people who do mercenary work?"

Mayt rolls his shoulders as he heads back to the road, keeping within earshot of Sasha, if moving a bit rushedly. "And, while I do want to rest, when really should do it later. Every minute we wait people edge closer to death right? We're their first hope, hopefully not their last, and they should be able to depend on us. And, no offence, but I'm not riding anything that was purchased or hired in a city with a epidemic running through it." He draws his sword, spinning it a couple times in one hand, then placing the flat of it against his other hand, running his thumb against the blade. He mutters something about the edge being a tad dull and re-sheathes the weapon. It's obvious the blade is very important to him.
"Sure, I don't mind staying near the place to see if it works. It'd be interesting." He yawns, and smiles at Sasha, the smile fading as she explains she isn't dyslexic. He stared up, musing for a few moments, before slowly saying. "Ah, well, too bad for him. He didn't get to hear your sweat voice reading things to him." He chuckles slightly, then frowns. Scratching his stomach, he closes his eyes. His face softens slightly, and his breathing levels out. After a few moments he jumps, half sitting up. He shakes his head, and gives Sasha a meek smile. "Sorry."

"Well, to be honest, at least you had someone who took a real interest in your life. Or, at least, a reasonable few. I was taken away from my birth parents because they were criminals, my second pair gave me up because they couldn't handle me, and my third set were completely incompetent. They quite literally adopted me because, and I quote, "to see what having a child is like, without having to go through the stress of giving birth to one". They're probably happily not having kids right now. Or, because I basically took care of myself, they could be in over their head with a five or six year old." He sighed, and stared up at the sky. "Well, when I said 'couldn't handle me' I meant 'I drew a knife on them because they wouldn't get the hell off my back'." Mayt closes his eyes again, giving Sasha time to respond to him telling her about his many parents.
Deyja wouldn't resist being put on the spider, and he'd slump down, closing his eye and grabbing the spider's short, thick fur tightly. "I don't want to leave them here Will." He'd say quietly, so only the spider really could hear him. His knees clinch the spider's body tightly, almost painfully so, but once Deyja realizes this he relaxes a little. Or at the very least, actively tries to not hurt the spider. He really doesn't weigh that much. Beyond all this, he just holds onto the spider, sobbing loudly.
Joegreenbeen said
Abilities: Being a spider, Fred can produce web, walk on walls, and has poisonous bite. The poison does not kill, it only causes someone to pass out, the amount of time varies based on height, weight, ect. but, the real killer is his actual bite, his teeth(?) being so huge that the poison is more of a blessing than curse, taking away some of the pain from the wound it's sure to cause.


Can't believe I only just noticed this, you don't have to edit it, but Spiders have Mandibles.

Yeah, a tad random, sorry.
Mayt smiles fully as he takes his sandwich, and he starts to dig in, chewing and swallowing, and loving the taste of the sandwich. Sasha seemed to have some trouble reading, and he blushed, realizing she must have dyslexia or something. He would scoot over by her to get a better look at the picture of the plant, his shoulder brushing up against hers. He read over the text about the plant, curious as to its properties. He didn't say anything as he started to work towards finishing his sandwich. Sasha can easily feel that his barrier of heat is back.

Mayt spoke again once he had finished his food, wiping his mouth and folding up the napkin, putting it in his pocket to throw away in a trash can later. "Sorry, I didn't know you had dyslexia." He says quietly, knowing she probably was sensitive about the subject. He doesn't really give her a chance to respond before he goes on to "Interesting looking plant. but I feel like it's still going to take hours to find this thing. I'm not much of a herbalist. I can't tell you a pansy from a tulip." He smiles, jokingly, and pushes against her slightly with his shoulder. Causing her to rock a little bit, but not hard. "The sandwich was nice though." He looks like he's about to say something else, then shakes his head, and Sasha might be able to see him pinching his own leg with his left hand. He leans back, looking up at the sky. He lets out a long breath, hoping to have a few more minutes before they had to head back to the road. He had spent most of the past week walking around between places, and he wasn't super keen on the hike back to the town they were in that they had to do later.

Mayt hums a soft tune as he moves so that he's lying down, his legs still folded up where he was sitting. He sets his hands on his stomach, twiddling them. "I would've preferred to actually eat a little later, so that we'll probably be done by the time we wanted to eat again. Also, if we finish the job today, will we just set up camp on the road? Or will we try to go all the way back, even if it turns to night?" He lifts his head up a little to look at Sasha.
Mayt nods, and gives Sasha a wonderful smile. "If I were to have a team in Phoenix Wing, I'd make sure you'd be a part of it." He chuckles, and squeezes her hand. "I mean, you're the only one I know right now anyway." He gives her a smile, and looks about, his stomach growling slightly. He looks at it, and shrugs, looking back up at the road. "Maybe I'll get to know other people soon, that'd be great, especially if they were nice like you." He swings their arms again, as if to indicate the physical bond they had made with their hands.

Mayt sighed at the thought of walking another hour and a half, he was already running out of non-personal subjects to talk about, and he knew if he asked about her past, she'd ask about his, and Mayt didn't particularly want to talk about how he had had six legal parents growing up. "Yeah, a break sometime soon would be nice." He'd admit, scratching the back of his head, smiling. He had been wanting to taste the sandwiches Sasha had bought a while ago, but he didn't want to ask until later in the trip.

"Do you have any idea what the herb we're looking for is? Does it say on the job listing?" He looks back at her again, hoping she would provide the answer. He was certain that if the listing had said, she'd have told him. But maybe she forgot to, and double checking is never a bad idea. "I mean, might give us a hint at least, right?" He smiled, and hoped it wasn't something he happened to be allergic to. That would be embarrassingly unfortunate.
Vech chuckles. "Alright then, but watch yourself. I may not be in the mood to fight right now, but later, I may or may not be." He gives a sinister smile to Kiri before leaving, heading to look for The Lord Death inside the building.
It's spelled Cherades, and any of those would be interesting
Mayt smiles, and nods. "There's plenty for me to learn, perhaps I could gain higher ranks with these kinds of thoughts." He says this casually, and looks about. With his free hand he fidgets with his pocket, his other hand still tied up in Sasha's. He walks along, thinking about what else she said. And he shrugs. "I'm not one for regular work, or crowds really." He stumbles a little, bit, and looks at Sasha apologetically after almost pulling her to the ground. "Small groups are better in my opinion."

He yawns again, and continues walking in silence, looking about. He lightly swings his hand that's tied with Sasha's back and forth, somehow not noticing, or not caring, that he was holding the hand of a young girl who may or may not like him and seems fairly friendly. He seems to simply just be enjoying walking around, and he gives Sasha a big smile, before indicating the road and asking, "So how far is it to the city again? Ten hours?" It's hard to tell if he's joking, or simply misheard what was said.
Vech would shrug. "Going to answer my question or am I just going to have to look myself?"
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