*Heyooooo, I'm still living, and I'mma try to be here for an hour or so, possibly a bit more to try and rp.*
*No way hi Overkill*
There's a depressed looking death knight staring at a cup of coffee at the bar.
Caiman's hellhound is sniffing around for food.
Maki is using her chainsaw like a ladder. Somehow.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Crest is also reading. There’s some kind of lantern next to him, burning with a white flame.
Caiman glares daggers at them both. *Do you need a description?*
*Yes.* The flame in the lantern moves, as if it’s looking at Caiman.
*His intro: A dimension door, glowing with red light, opens up in the center of the tavern, ontop of one of the tables. Out steps a large, two headed hell hound pitbull covered in Infernal plated armor. Its eyes glow red and it scans the room. Atop its back is a teenage boy, around the age of 15, with orangish-red skin and two pairs of black horns, similar to that of a red dragon's. One eye is a pale blue, the other a stormy gray, and his hair is undercut and overgrown at the top (picture standard white boy tiktok fluffy hair). The front part of it is dyed a bright red, while the rest is brown. He wears thick plated armor, matching that of his mount, and carries a glaive strapped to his back, the blade glowing with fiery power.*
He glared back at it. "You lookin at somethin? Huh?"
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Heyooooo, I'm still living, and I'mma try to be here for an hour or so, possibly a bit more to try and rp.*
*-VIOLENT HUGS-*
*-strained voice- My..... ribs.....*
*Overkill 😳 I love your pfp*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Death knight guy is inside, trying to stay as far away from everyone as possible.
Caiman is stabbing things for fun.
Ghost is on the roof, practicing his sharpshooting.
Cold is avoiding people outside. He is sharpening his axes.
Bee is messing with a hunting knife.
Lawrence is remaking a character who is from a apocalyptic world.
*Nice*
Ghost fires off a shot by Cold to test his aim.
Cold blinks, looks at the the streamline of the bullet, before turning to ghost, narrowing his eyes
(I also updated my text above.to include Bee)
Ghost waves cheekily. He fires one by Bee to show he's not targeting just him.
Bee snarls and makes an obscene gesture at him.
Cold sighs and covers his head with his hood.
"Somethin the matter?" He spins his revolvers.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Crest is also reading. There’s some kind of lantern next to him, burning with a white flame.
Caiman glares daggers at them both. *Do you need a description?*
*Yes.* The flame in the lantern moves, as if it’s looking at Caiman.
*His intro: A dimension door, glowing with red light, opens up in the center of the tavern, ontop of one of the tables. Out steps a large, two headed hell hound pitbull covered in Infernal plated armor. Its eyes glow red and it scans the room. Atop its back is a teenage boy, around the age of 15, with orangish-red skin and two pairs of black horns, similar to that of a red dragon's. One eye is a pale blue, the other a stormy gray, and his hair is undercut and overgrown at the top (picture standard white boy tiktok fluffy hair). The front part of it is dyed a bright red, while the rest is brown. He wears thick plated armor, matching that of his mount, and carries a glaive strapped to his back, the blade glowing with fiery power.*
He glared back at it. "You lookin at somethin? Huh?"
The lantern flame flickers back and forth for a moment, as if deciding something, before the catch where normally more oil would be added flips itself open. The flame pours out, taking the shape of a humanoid figure also dressed in black plate. A round shield about 75cm across with a giantlike rune is across their back, as well as a longsword with a brilliant crimson blade. The figure is lit as if directly underneath a harsh white spotlight, despite the light of the tavern. Their entires body is covered by the armour, even their face. “Your dog.”
The lantern flame flickers back and forth for a moment, as if deciding something, before the catch where normally more oil would be added flips itself open. The flame pours out, taking the shape of a humanoid figure also dressed in black plate. A round shield about 75cm across with a giantlike rune is across their back, as well as a longsword with a brilliant crimson blade. The figure is lit as if directly underneath a harsh white spotlight, despite the light of the tavern. Their entires body is covered by the armour, even their face. “Your dog.”
"What about him?" He scowls. "And what the hells are you?"
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"But I didn't!" He shoots past them both again to demonstrate. One whizzes by Bee and the other hits the ground by Cold's foot.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The lantern flame flickers back and forth for a moment, as if deciding something, before the catch where normally more oil would be added flips itself open. The flame pours out, taking the shape of a humanoid figure also dressed in black plate. A round shield about 75cm across with a giantlike rune is across their back, as well as a longsword with a brilliant crimson blade. The figure is lit as if directly underneath a harsh white spotlight, despite the light of the tavern. Their entires body is covered by the armour, even their face. “Your dog.”
"What about him?" He scowls. "And what the hells are you?"
*Heyooooo, I'm still living, and I'mma try to be here for an hour or so, possibly a bit more to try and rp.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Yes.* The flame in the lantern moves, as if it’s looking at Caiman.
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*No way hi Overkill*
There's a depressed looking death knight staring at a cup of coffee at the bar.
Caiman's hellhound is sniffing around for food.
Maki is using her chainsaw like a ladder. Somehow.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*His intro: A dimension door, glowing with red light, opens up in the center of the tavern, ontop of one of the tables. Out steps a large, two headed hell hound pitbull covered in Infernal plated armor. Its eyes glow red and it scans the room. Atop its back is a teenage boy, around the age of 15, with orangish-red skin and two pairs of black horns, similar to that of a red dragon's. One eye is a pale blue, the other a stormy gray, and his hair is undercut and overgrown at the top (picture standard white boy tiktok fluffy hair). The front part of it is dyed a bright red, while the rest is brown. He wears thick plated armor, matching that of his mount, and carries a glaive strapped to his back, the blade glowing with fiery power.*
He glared back at it. "You lookin at somethin? Huh?"
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*-VIOLENT HUGS-*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*-strained voice- My..... ribs.....*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Bee snarls and makes an obscene gesture at him.
Cold sighs and covers his head with his hood.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*No let me have this, I'm happy to see ya*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Overkill 😳 I love your pfp*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*It's not like I'm gonna die as soon as you let me go!*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Somethin the matter?" He spins his revolvers.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The lantern flame flickers back and forth for a moment, as if deciding something, before the catch where normally more oil would be added flips itself open. The flame pours out, taking the shape of a humanoid figure also dressed in black plate. A round shield about 75cm across with a giantlike rune is across their back, as well as a longsword with a brilliant crimson blade. The figure is lit as if directly underneath a harsh white spotlight, despite the light of the tavern. Their entires body is covered by the armour, even their face. “Your dog.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"What about him?" He scowls. "And what the hells are you?"
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*YOU NEVER KNOW, THANOS MIGHT SNAP YOU OUTTA EXISTENCE*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"You almost shot me!" Both of them yell at him.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*-dissolves into dust-*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*-SCREAMS-*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"But I didn't!" He shoots past them both again to demonstrate. One whizzes by Bee and the other hits the ground by Cold's foot.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“I’m me. Your dog has two heads.”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*[covers ears]*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.