He looked up to the sky, falling back onto the ground in a sitting position. "I don't know. It's been nearly a thousand years since I've been able to call a fight a true battle. Our fight almost made me forget my hatred. Almost."
"Why do ya hate the world so much?"
"It's not the world I hate. It's life." He looked down at his hand. "I'll be honest. At this point, I don't even remember why my hatred is so... much, I just know I am angry at life. Life. Life." His face tenses up, veins popping, as he repeats. "Life" over and over for about 30 seconds.
"Calm down... Jeez, I wish Amula was here. I could use a Soother." The last part is muttered as she tries to calm him.
He forces his face to stop tensing up. "Apologies."
"I... hated life too, when my sister was killed. I hated myself for not being able to save her, for not moving fast enough. You see this?" She pulls out a necklace of teeth. "These were from the murderer who killed her. I... it was a dark time in my life."
"I see." He looked at the teeth. "I'm guessing you killed him. I can't say I get your feelings, as I don't think I've experienced a sibling's death."
"Mm. In the end, I didn't kill him. He died of blood loss. After four days."
He looked back up at her, in the eyes. He tilted his head, seeming more curious than anything. "Torture?"
Tasa bows her head. "Yes."
"Isn't that against your 'morals'?"
"Yes."
"And that should mean you consider yourself evil, yes?"
"Yes." *As Shiguri likes to say, one must be a monster to catch monsters.*
He looked back up to the sky. "So you try to hunt others you see as evil to make up for your own?" *As any vigilante will say...*
"Yes."
"Hm." He stood up, then held out a hand for her.
She hesitantly takes it with the arm that isn't torn off. That one seems to have stopped bleeding, but isn't necessarily 'better'.
He helps her up. "Let's get some bandages first. Do you know where any are?"
"...No. Why are you helping me?" Her rough accent is gone, and she sounds a little like a young girl.
"I don't know. Let's go ask someone who does, then." He blankly looks at her for a moment before turning and looking for the entrance to the tavern.
She just stumbles along behind him, suffering from blood loss and dehydration.
He looks back at her for a moment, then stuck a finger into her arm wound, using it as a point to inject his own blood into it. "Get something to cut the flow off when I'm done."
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He looked up to the sky, falling back onto the ground in a sitting position. "I don't know. It's been nearly a thousand years since I've been able to call a fight a true battle. Our fight almost made me forget my hatred. Almost."
"Why do ya hate the world so much?"
"It's not the world I hate. It's life." He looked down at his hand. "I'll be honest. At this point, I don't even remember why my hatred is so... much, I just know I am angry at life. Life. Life." His face tenses up, veins popping, as he repeats. "Life" over and over for about 30 seconds.
"Calm down... Jeez, I wish Amula was here. I could use a Soother." The last part is muttered as she tries to calm him.
He forces his face to stop tensing up. "Apologies."
"I... hated life too, when my sister was killed. I hated myself for not being able to save her, for not moving fast enough. You see this?" She pulls out a necklace of teeth. "These were from the murderer who killed her. I... it was a dark time in my life."
"I see." He looked at the teeth. "I'm guessing you killed him. I can't say I get your feelings, as I don't think I've experienced a sibling's death."
"Mm. In the end, I didn't kill him. He died of blood loss. After four days."
He looked back up at her, in the eyes. He tilted his head, seeming more curious than anything. "Torture?"
Tasa bows her head. "Yes."
"Isn't that against your 'morals'?"
"Yes."
"And that should mean you consider yourself evil, yes?"
"Yes." *As Shiguri likes to say, one must be a monster to catch monsters.*
He looked back up to the sky. "So you try to hunt others you see as evil to make up for your own?" *As any vigilante will say...*
"Yes."
"Hm." He stood up, then held out a hand for her.
She hesitantly takes it with the arm that isn't torn off. That one seems to have stopped bleeding, but isn't necessarily 'better'.
He helps her up. "Let's get some bandages first. Do you know where any are?"
"...No. Why are you helping me?" Her rough accent is gone, and she sounds a little like a young girl.
"I don't know. Let's go ask someone who does, then." He blankly looks at her for a moment before turning and looking for the entrance to the tavern.
She just stumbles along behind him, suffering from blood loss and dehydration.
He looks back at her for a moment, then stuck a finger into her arm wound, using it as a point to inject his own blood into it. "Get something to cut the flow off when I'm done."
She inhales sharply at the fresh pain, then uses a dirty rag to tie it off. It's soaked in seconds.
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He looked up to the sky, falling back onto the ground in a sitting position. "I don't know. It's been nearly a thousand years since I've been able to call a fight a true battle. Our fight almost made me forget my hatred. Almost."
"Why do ya hate the world so much?"
"It's not the world I hate. It's life." He looked down at his hand. "I'll be honest. At this point, I don't even remember why my hatred is so... much, I just know I am angry at life. Life. Life." His face tenses up, veins popping, as he repeats. "Life" over and over for about 30 seconds.
"Calm down... Jeez, I wish Amula was here. I could use a Soother." The last part is muttered as she tries to calm him.
He forces his face to stop tensing up. "Apologies."
"I... hated life too, when my sister was killed. I hated myself for not being able to save her, for not moving fast enough. You see this?" She pulls out a necklace of teeth. "These were from the murderer who killed her. I... it was a dark time in my life."
"I see." He looked at the teeth. "I'm guessing you killed him. I can't say I get your feelings, as I don't think I've experienced a sibling's death."
"Mm. In the end, I didn't kill him. He died of blood loss. After four days."
He looked back up at her, in the eyes. He tilted his head, seeming more curious than anything. "Torture?"
Tasa bows her head. "Yes."
"Isn't that against your 'morals'?"
"Yes."
"And that should mean you consider yourself evil, yes?"
"Yes." *As Shiguri likes to say, one must be a monster to catch monsters.*
He looked back up to the sky. "So you try to hunt others you see as evil to make up for your own?" *As any vigilante will say...*
"Yes."
"Hm." He stood up, then held out a hand for her.
She hesitantly takes it with the arm that isn't torn off. That one seems to have stopped bleeding, but isn't necessarily 'better'.
He helps her up. "Let's get some bandages first. Do you know where any are?"
"...No. Why are you helping me?" Her rough accent is gone, and she sounds a little like a young girl.
"I don't know. Let's go ask someone who does, then." He blankly looks at her for a moment before turning and looking for the entrance to the tavern.
She just stumbles along behind him, suffering from blood loss and dehydration.
He looks back at her for a moment, then stuck a finger into her arm wound, using it as a point to inject his own blood into it. "Get something to cut the flow off when I'm done."
She inhales sharply at the fresh pain, then uses a dirty rag to tie it off. It's soaked in seconds.
"That should hold you over." He grabbed her hand again and led her into the tavern.
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He looked up to the sky, falling back onto the ground in a sitting position. "I don't know. It's been nearly a thousand years since I've been able to call a fight a true battle. Our fight almost made me forget my hatred. Almost."
"Why do ya hate the world so much?"
"It's not the world I hate. It's life." He looked down at his hand. "I'll be honest. At this point, I don't even remember why my hatred is so... much, I just know I am angry at life. Life. Life." His face tenses up, veins popping, as he repeats. "Life" over and over for about 30 seconds.
"Calm down... Jeez, I wish Amula was here. I could use a Soother." The last part is muttered as she tries to calm him.
He forces his face to stop tensing up. "Apologies."
"I... hated life too, when my sister was killed. I hated myself for not being able to save her, for not moving fast enough. You see this?" She pulls out a necklace of teeth. "These were from the murderer who killed her. I... it was a dark time in my life."
"I see." He looked at the teeth. "I'm guessing you killed him. I can't say I get your feelings, as I don't think I've experienced a sibling's death."
"Mm. In the end, I didn't kill him. He died of blood loss. After four days."
He looked back up at her, in the eyes. He tilted his head, seeming more curious than anything. "Torture?"
Tasa bows her head. "Yes."
"Isn't that against your 'morals'?"
"Yes."
"And that should mean you consider yourself evil, yes?"
"Yes." *As Shiguri likes to say, one must be a monster to catch monsters.*
He looked back up to the sky. "So you try to hunt others you see as evil to make up for your own?" *As any vigilante will say...*
"Yes."
"Hm." He stood up, then held out a hand for her.
She hesitantly takes it with the arm that isn't torn off. That one seems to have stopped bleeding, but isn't necessarily 'better'.
He helps her up. "Let's get some bandages first. Do you know where any are?"
"...No. Why are you helping me?" Her rough accent is gone, and she sounds a little like a young girl.
"I don't know. Let's go ask someone who does, then." He blankly looks at her for a moment before turning and looking for the entrance to the tavern.
She just stumbles along behind him, suffering from blood loss and dehydration.
He looks back at her for a moment, then stuck a finger into her arm wound, using it as a point to inject his own blood into it. "Get something to cut the flow off when I'm done."
She inhales sharply at the fresh pain, then uses a dirty rag to tie it off. It's soaked in seconds.
"That should hold you over." He grabbed her hand again and led her into the tavern.
She follows, then realizes she dropped her weapons and tries to turn around.
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He looked up to the sky, falling back onto the ground in a sitting position. "I don't know. It's been nearly a thousand years since I've been able to call a fight a true battle. Our fight almost made me forget my hatred. Almost."
"Why do ya hate the world so much?"
"It's not the world I hate. It's life." He looked down at his hand. "I'll be honest. At this point, I don't even remember why my hatred is so... much, I just know I am angry at life. Life. Life." His face tenses up, veins popping, as he repeats. "Life" over and over for about 30 seconds.
"Calm down... Jeez, I wish Amula was here. I could use a Soother." The last part is muttered as she tries to calm him.
He forces his face to stop tensing up. "Apologies."
"I... hated life too, when my sister was killed. I hated myself for not being able to save her, for not moving fast enough. You see this?" She pulls out a necklace of teeth. "These were from the murderer who killed her. I... it was a dark time in my life."
"I see." He looked at the teeth. "I'm guessing you killed him. I can't say I get your feelings, as I don't think I've experienced a sibling's death."
"Mm. In the end, I didn't kill him. He died of blood loss. After four days."
He looked back up at her, in the eyes. He tilted his head, seeming more curious than anything. "Torture?"
Tasa bows her head. "Yes."
"Isn't that against your 'morals'?"
"Yes."
"And that should mean you consider yourself evil, yes?"
"Yes." *As Shiguri likes to say, one must be a monster to catch monsters.*
He looked back up to the sky. "So you try to hunt others you see as evil to make up for your own?" *As any vigilante will say...*
"Yes."
"Hm." He stood up, then held out a hand for her.
She hesitantly takes it with the arm that isn't torn off. That one seems to have stopped bleeding, but isn't necessarily 'better'.
He helps her up. "Let's get some bandages first. Do you know where any are?"
"...No. Why are you helping me?" Her rough accent is gone, and she sounds a little like a young girl.
"I don't know. Let's go ask someone who does, then." He blankly looks at her for a moment before turning and looking for the entrance to the tavern.
She just stumbles along behind him, suffering from blood loss and dehydration.
He looks back at her for a moment, then stuck a finger into her arm wound, using it as a point to inject his own blood into it. "Get something to cut the flow off when I'm done."
She inhales sharply at the fresh pain, then uses a dirty rag to tie it off. It's soaked in seconds.
"That should hold you over." He grabbed her hand again and led her into the tavern.
She follows, then realizes she dropped her weapons and tries to turn around.
He feels her pull and turns back around. "What is it?"
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He looked up to the sky, falling back onto the ground in a sitting position. "I don't know. It's been nearly a thousand years since I've been able to call a fight a true battle. Our fight almost made me forget my hatred. Almost."
"Why do ya hate the world so much?"
"It's not the world I hate. It's life." He looked down at his hand. "I'll be honest. At this point, I don't even remember why my hatred is so... much, I just know I am angry at life. Life. Life." His face tenses up, veins popping, as he repeats. "Life" over and over for about 30 seconds.
"Calm down... Jeez, I wish Amula was here. I could use a Soother." The last part is muttered as she tries to calm him.
He forces his face to stop tensing up. "Apologies."
"I... hated life too, when my sister was killed. I hated myself for not being able to save her, for not moving fast enough. You see this?" She pulls out a necklace of teeth. "These were from the murderer who killed her. I... it was a dark time in my life."
"I see." He looked at the teeth. "I'm guessing you killed him. I can't say I get your feelings, as I don't think I've experienced a sibling's death."
"Mm. In the end, I didn't kill him. He died of blood loss. After four days."
He looked back up at her, in the eyes. He tilted his head, seeming more curious than anything. "Torture?"
Tasa bows her head. "Yes."
"Isn't that against your 'morals'?"
"Yes."
"And that should mean you consider yourself evil, yes?"
"Yes." *As Shiguri likes to say, one must be a monster to catch monsters.*
He looked back up to the sky. "So you try to hunt others you see as evil to make up for your own?" *As any vigilante will say...*
"Yes."
"Hm." He stood up, then held out a hand for her.
She hesitantly takes it with the arm that isn't torn off. That one seems to have stopped bleeding, but isn't necessarily 'better'.
He helps her up. "Let's get some bandages first. Do you know where any are?"
"...No. Why are you helping me?" Her rough accent is gone, and she sounds a little like a young girl.
"I don't know. Let's go ask someone who does, then." He blankly looks at her for a moment before turning and looking for the entrance to the tavern.
She just stumbles along behind him, suffering from blood loss and dehydration.
He looks back at her for a moment, then stuck a finger into her arm wound, using it as a point to inject his own blood into it. "Get something to cut the flow off when I'm done."
She inhales sharply at the fresh pain, then uses a dirty rag to tie it off. It's soaked in seconds.
"That should hold you over." He grabbed her hand again and led her into the tavern.
She follows, then realizes she dropped her weapons and tries to turn around.
He feels her pull and turns back around. "What is it?"
"My weapons..."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
He looked up to the sky, falling back onto the ground in a sitting position. "I don't know. It's been nearly a thousand years since I've been able to call a fight a true battle. Our fight almost made me forget my hatred. Almost."
"Why do ya hate the world so much?"
"It's not the world I hate. It's life." He looked down at his hand. "I'll be honest. At this point, I don't even remember why my hatred is so... much, I just know I am angry at life. Life. Life." His face tenses up, veins popping, as he repeats. "Life" over and over for about 30 seconds.
"Calm down... Jeez, I wish Amula was here. I could use a Soother." The last part is muttered as she tries to calm him.
He forces his face to stop tensing up. "Apologies."
"I... hated life too, when my sister was killed. I hated myself for not being able to save her, for not moving fast enough. You see this?" She pulls out a necklace of teeth. "These were from the murderer who killed her. I... it was a dark time in my life."
"I see." He looked at the teeth. "I'm guessing you killed him. I can't say I get your feelings, as I don't think I've experienced a sibling's death."
"Mm. In the end, I didn't kill him. He died of blood loss. After four days."
He looked back up at her, in the eyes. He tilted his head, seeming more curious than anything. "Torture?"
Tasa bows her head. "Yes."
"Isn't that against your 'morals'?"
"Yes."
"And that should mean you consider yourself evil, yes?"
"Yes." *As Shiguri likes to say, one must be a monster to catch monsters.*
He looked back up to the sky. "So you try to hunt others you see as evil to make up for your own?" *As any vigilante will say...*
"Yes."
"Hm." He stood up, then held out a hand for her.
She hesitantly takes it with the arm that isn't torn off. That one seems to have stopped bleeding, but isn't necessarily 'better'.
He helps her up. "Let's get some bandages first. Do you know where any are?"
"...No. Why are you helping me?" Her rough accent is gone, and she sounds a little like a young girl.
"I don't know. Let's go ask someone who does, then." He blankly looks at her for a moment before turning and looking for the entrance to the tavern.
She just stumbles along behind him, suffering from blood loss and dehydration.
He looks back at her for a moment, then stuck a finger into her arm wound, using it as a point to inject his own blood into it. "Get something to cut the flow off when I'm done."
She inhales sharply at the fresh pain, then uses a dirty rag to tie it off. It's soaked in seconds.
"That should hold you over." He grabbed her hand again and led her into the tavern.
She follows, then realizes she dropped her weapons and tries to turn around.
He feels her pull and turns back around. "What is it?"
"My weapons..."
"..." He lets go. "I'll get them. You get bandages and whatever else is required."
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"No. I don't care about fame. I want the power to have control over my own life."
"hmmm. so how about, you just become more agreeable, people listen to you, people respect you, and you decide what happens in your life."
"Words can only take you so far."
"then what do you have in mind? if you don't have anything, i'll turn all coffee you drink for the next year into decaf."
"Maybe... giving me access to magic. Not the party trick kind. The real stuff."
"any specifics?"
"Shapeshifting might be nice."
"so, this deal will allow you to shapeshift at will, like that of a doppelganger, lets shake on it. its the only way i can actually do this. shaking hands.*
"Fine."
Aggresive hand shaking. Uhluhtc pops out of existence, saying, "your wasting moonlight here! get on with the ritual!"
Chase considers this, and thinks.
*Does he feel any different?*
Chase's flesh feels... Malleable. like it can simply be shaped however he would want it.
"This could be useful."
*What's the exact trait?*
*Shapechanger. The creature can use its action to polymorph into a Small or Medium humanoid it has seen, or back into its true form. Its statistics, other than its size, are the same in each form. Any equipment it is wearing or carrying isn't transformed. It reverts to its true form if it dies.*
*Alright, thanks.*
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Avery smiles, not letting her free yet, "I have captured my favorite treasure!" He says
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Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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*BRBR*
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Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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*We could probably round down to 25%.*
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He looks back at her for a moment, then stuck a finger into her arm wound, using it as a point to inject his own blood into it. "Get something to cut the flow off when I'm done."
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"This treasure can fight back!" She giggled.
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*Ahhh... Ok.... Interesting.*
She inhales sharply at the fresh pain, then uses a dirty rag to tie it off. It's soaked in seconds.
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*Eh, I'll take it.*
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*Heh... heh... Not to say that I'm not... Heh...*
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"That should hold you over." He grabbed her hand again and led her into the tavern.
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*Yup.*
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She follows, then realizes she dropped her weapons and tries to turn around.
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He feels her pull and turns back around. "What is it?"
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"My weapons..."
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Fable is sketching people in the main room.
Scill is reading his new book on the roof.
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Shiguri is wandering around, taking note of people.
Tasa is delirious and missing an arm.
Noctus Gelum and Lumen Stellara are being kids.
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*Hold up...did you actually intro the twins here yet...??*
*Nope. Just adding them for when they do come.*
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"..." He lets go. "I'll get them. You get bandages and whatever else is required."
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*Alright, thanks.*
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