WeepingWisteria

Cyra could feel steam pooling underneath his top hat. He lifted it, ever so slightly, to let the steam escape. “Hell and Earth colliding?” He shook his head. “I suppose ...

“I have no idea what the hell you’re saying.” Cyra glared at the passers-by until they flushed and stopped whispering. “Hatchets don’t fucking fly around like bloodthirsty pigeons.” They r

Cyra shook her head, exasperated. “Modified battle ax? How would you change it, make it out of diamond?” He shoved his hands deep in his pockets. “Clearly you don’t know ...

Cyra crossed all four of his arms, eyes narrowing at this person. “That can change if you prefer.” Two hatchets hung from xer hips right, tucked beneath the tails of ...

Name: Cyra Pronouns: Yes Age: 24 Appearance: Please also note the four arms. Personality: Cyra is known for being angry, violent, and generally a force of terror. Between the battle-ax ...

The android tucked a screaming Tempest Briar under his? its? arm and walked off. The employee fixed the display and sat back at the counter, smiling to themself as the ...

“That’s racist.” Tempest Briar huffed, and crossed his arms. The “android” picked Tempest Briar up by the shoulder, squeezing so hard she had to grit her teeth. “You don’t belong ...

He snickered. “You look like you can plan a workhouse over a cuppa. Absolutely smashing.” The door opened, three rather large metal beasts walked in. The employee perked. “Those two ...

“Tempest Briar. Now that’s my first name, mind you.” She tried on a very strange hat to cover the blue roots of his hair. “How do I look, Pel? Like ...

“I don’t think we’ll know he’s a morning person right off the bat.” Alex sighed. “But hopefully he isn’t. For your sanity.”

Alex shrugged. “I’m not sure. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”

“Yeah. Neither do I.” Alex nervously glanced at the door. “Neither do I.”

Alex shook xer head. “No, I don’t think so. Maybe not Emily, either. She’s so-“ They gestured vaguely. “That’s not perfect.”

Tempest Briar smiled. “We can, I assure you.” The employee took a step back. “Okay, then. Let me know if you need anything!” They walked back to the front counter. ...

Onni nodded and tugged on the rope. A large dong rang out, rustling the leaves.