*Aight I'm back with my new character, I've been working on them since this morning, man does making spellcasters take a while.*
A figure in mostly black walks through a portal on the void wall with a Hound Of Ill Omen. He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless glove he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. Strapped onto a backpack they hold on one shoulder is a battle axe, 2 daggers, & a shield, filled with things sloppily thrown in. She turns around at the wall once the portal closes, "Oh well guess I'm not going back then."
A slightly transparent young woman (Psyche) observes from a distance, but her voice enters the new comer's mind easily. Hello there, who might you be?
"AH! [1gp]," You can't just startle me like that, but Raillen, you would be?? She turns around looking for where the voice would come from.
My name is Psyche. I'm just observing and wondering. She casts a detect thoughts spell, but only for surface thoughts so no save.
What's on his mind is just wondering where the source of the voice is. Okay then.
It's coming from the direction of the transparent young woman in a flowing dress and a ponytail. Over here, Raillen.
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V patted her back. "Oh, come on! You don't have to be so embarrassed."
"Yes i doooooo"
"Why, though?" V sat down.
"Because" she said, clearly embarrassed.
"Aww, come on, what is it?"
"embarrassment" she said
"Come ooooooon, tell me."
"embarrassment"
V chuckled. "Would you like to whisper it?"
"Its mostly embarrassment but also the idea that i serve genesis and im not exactly supposed to be in love. Knowledge to to be held higher then anything else"
"Think of it like this, if it helps: Love gives you more knowledge than if you weren't in love."
"i know" she said and sighed (Lore is a Warlock-Druid)
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A bird shakes its feathers in the rafters, and settles down on the fireplace mantel.
Barachiel drinks tea and looks out the window.
Hello. How are you on this (admittedly rainy) day?
Barachiel raises eyebrows and looks for the voice.
Perception check?
14
He can see a faint shimmering out of the corner of his eye, but when he looks directly at it it's gone. Now now now, play by the rules, Barachiel.
"Do you need anything?"
No, just wandering around right now. My name is Psyche.
"Hello Psyche. How do you know my name?"
OoOoOH! Creepy mystic powers! No, I'm just good at paying attention to conversations. It's not like I have much to do all day, since I'm not corporeal or anything.
*Does Psyche have a truesight form?*
"Hmm. I couldn't go a day without caffeine."
*No, like I said she's not corporeal; she exists in peoples minds.*
Heh, you want coffee? A mug filled with nice, rich black coffee appears in front of him, as real as anything else in the room.
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V patted her back. "Oh, come on! You don't have to be so embarrassed."
"Yes i doooooo"
"Why, though?" V sat down.
"Because" she said, clearly embarrassed.
"Aww, come on, what is it?"
"embarrassment" she said
"Come ooooooon, tell me."
"embarrassment"
V chuckled. "Would you like to whisper it?"
"Its mostly embarrassment but also the idea that i serve genesis and im not exactly supposed to be in love. Knowledge to to be held higher then anything else"
"Think of it like this, if it helps: Love gives you more knowledge than if you weren't in love."
"i know" she said and sighed (Lore is a Warlock-Druid)
"So what is there to worry about?"
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*Aight I'm back with my new character, I've been working on them since this morning, man does making spellcasters take a while.*
A figure in mostly black walks through a portal on the void wall with a Hound Of Ill Omen. He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless glove he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. Strapped onto a backpack they hold on one shoulder is a battle axe, 2 daggers, & a shield, filled with things sloppily thrown in. She turns around at the wall once the portal closes, "Oh well guess I'm not going back then."
A slightly transparent young woman (Psyche) observes from a distance, but her voice enters the new comer's mind easily. Hello there, who might you be?
"AH! [1gp]," You can't just startle me like that, but Raillen, you would be?? She turns around looking for where the voice would come from.
My name is Psyche. I'm just observing and wondering. She casts a detect thoughts spell, but only for surface thoughts so no save.
What's on his mind is just wondering where the source of the voice is. Okay then.
It's coming from the direction of the transparent young woman in a flowing dress and a ponytail. Over here, Raillen.
Ah, wait are you ghost? Her thoughts shift to the question, and how she kinda hopes she isn't one.
A bird shakes its feathers in the rafters, and settles down on the fireplace mantel.
Barachiel drinks tea and looks out the window.
Hello. How are you on this (admittedly rainy) day?
Barachiel raises eyebrows and looks for the voice.
Perception check?
14
He can see a faint shimmering out of the corner of his eye, but when he looks directly at it it's gone. Now now now, play by the rules, Barachiel.
"Do you need anything?"
No, just wandering around right now. My name is Psyche.
"Hello Psyche. How do you know my name?"
OoOoOH! Creepy mystic powers! No, I'm just good at paying attention to conversations. It's not like I have much to do all day, since I'm not corporeal or anything.
*Does Psyche have a truesight form?*
"Hmm. I couldn't go a day without caffeine."
*No, like I said she's not corporeal; she exists in peoples minds.*
Heh, you want coffee? A mug filled with nice, rich black coffee appears in front of him, as real as anything else in the room.
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.
V patted her back. "Oh, come on! You don't have to be so embarrassed."
"Yes i doooooo"
"Why, though?" V sat down.
"Because" she said, clearly embarrassed.
"Aww, come on, what is it?"
"embarrassment" she said
"Come ooooooon, tell me."
"embarrassment"
V chuckled. "Would you like to whisper it?"
"Its mostly embarrassment but also the idea that i serve genesis and im not exactly supposed to be in love. Knowledge to to be held higher then anything else"
"Think of it like this, if it helps: Love gives you more knowledge than if you weren't in love."
"i know" she said and sighed (Lore is a Warlock-Druid)
"So what is there to worry about?"
"Nothing i suppose" she said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
V patted her back. "Oh, come on! You don't have to be so embarrassed."
"Yes i doooooo"
"Why, though?" V sat down.
"Because" she said, clearly embarrassed.
"Aww, come on, what is it?"
"embarrassment" she said
"Come ooooooon, tell me."
"embarrassment"
V chuckled. "Would you like to whisper it?"
"Its mostly embarrassment but also the idea that i serve genesis and im not exactly supposed to be in love. Knowledge to to be held higher then anything else"
"Think of it like this, if it helps: Love gives you more knowledge than if you weren't in love."
"i know" she said and sighed (Lore is a Warlock-Druid)
"So what is there to worry about?"
"Nothing i suppose" she said
"Good!" V picked Lore up into a standing position. "Let's get inside now, we're getting soaked because I forgot to use my wing."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Aight I'm back with my new character, I've been working on them since this morning, man does making spellcasters take a while.*
A figure in mostly black walks through a portal on the void wall with a Hound Of Ill Omen. He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless glove he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. Strapped onto a backpack they hold on one shoulder is a battle axe, 2 daggers, & a shield, filled with things sloppily thrown in. She turns around at the wall once the portal closes, "Oh well guess I'm not going back then."
A slightly transparent young woman (Psyche) observes from a distance, but her voice enters the new comer's mind easily. Hello there, who might you be?
"AH! [1gp]," You can't just startle me like that, but Raillen, you would be?? She turns around looking for where the voice would come from.
My name is Psyche. I'm just observing and wondering. She casts a detect thoughts spell, but only for surface thoughts so no save.
What's on his mind is just wondering where the source of the voice is. Okay then.
It's coming from the direction of the transparent young woman in a flowing dress and a ponytail. Over here, Raillen.
Ah, wait are you ghost? Her thoughts shift to the question, and how she kinda hopes she isn't one.
Well, outside the normal classification of one, but to put it simply, kinda. I exist in the mindscape. In peoples minds, that is. I'm not corporeal. So yeah, I'm a ghost.
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A bird shakes its feathers in the rafters, and settles down on the fireplace mantel.
Barachiel drinks tea and looks out the window.
Hello. How are you on this (admittedly rainy) day?
Barachiel raises eyebrows and looks for the voice.
Perception check?
14
He can see a faint shimmering out of the corner of his eye, but when he looks directly at it it's gone. Now now now, play by the rules, Barachiel.
"Do you need anything?"
No, just wandering around right now. My name is Psyche.
"Hello Psyche. How do you know my name?"
OoOoOH! Creepy mystic powers! No, I'm just good at paying attention to conversations. It's not like I have much to do all day, since I'm not corporeal or anything.
*Does Psyche have a truesight form?*
"Hmm. I couldn't go a day without caffeine."
*No, like I said she's not corporeal; she exists in peoples minds.*
Heh, you want coffee? A mug filled with nice, rich black coffee appears in front of him, as real as anything else in the room.
*Sorry, I was thinking like a ghost.*
Barachiel looks distasteful. "I have some tea."
Oh, alright. The coffee disappears as though it was never there.
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V patted her back. "Oh, come on! You don't have to be so embarrassed."
"Yes i doooooo"
"Why, though?" V sat down.
"Because" she said, clearly embarrassed.
"Aww, come on, what is it?"
"embarrassment" she said
"Come ooooooon, tell me."
"embarrassment"
V chuckled. "Would you like to whisper it?"
"Its mostly embarrassment but also the idea that i serve genesis and im not exactly supposed to be in love. Knowledge to to be held higher then anything else"
"Think of it like this, if it helps: Love gives you more knowledge than if you weren't in love."
"i know" she said and sighed (Lore is a Warlock-Druid)
"So what is there to worry about?"
"Nothing i suppose" she said
"Good!" V picked Lore up into a standing position. "Let's get inside now, we're getting soaked because I forgot to use my wing."
"Im fine, remember i sued to live in the artic" she said with a chuckle
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A bird shakes its feathers in the rafters, and settles down on the fireplace mantel.
Barachiel drinks tea and looks out the window.
Hello. How are you on this (admittedly rainy) day?
Barachiel raises eyebrows and looks for the voice.
Perception check?
14
He can see a faint shimmering out of the corner of his eye, but when he looks directly at it it's gone. Now now now, play by the rules, Barachiel.
"Do you need anything?"
No, just wandering around right now. My name is Psyche.
"Hello Psyche. How do you know my name?"
OoOoOH! Creepy mystic powers! No, I'm just good at paying attention to conversations. It's not like I have much to do all day, since I'm not corporeal or anything.
*Does Psyche have a truesight form?*
"Hmm. I couldn't go a day without caffeine."
*No, like I said she's not corporeal; she exists in peoples minds.*
Heh, you want coffee? A mug filled with nice, rich black coffee appears in front of him, as real as anything else in the room.
*Sorry, I was thinking like a ghost.*
Barachiel looks distasteful. "I have some tea."
Oh, alright. The coffee disappears as though it was never there.
Barachiel pokes the place where the coffee was. "Amazing."
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.
*Aight I'm back with my new character, I've been working on them since this morning, man does making spellcasters take a while.*
A figure in mostly black walks through a portal on the void wall with a Hound Of Ill Omen. He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless glove he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. Strapped onto a backpack they hold on one shoulder is a battle axe, 2 daggers, & a shield, filled with things sloppily thrown in. She turns around at the wall once the portal closes, "Oh well guess I'm not going back then."
A slightly transparent young woman (Psyche) observes from a distance, but her voice enters the new comer's mind easily. Hello there, who might you be?
"AH! [1gp]," You can't just startle me like that, but Raillen, you would be?? She turns around looking for where the voice would come from.
My name is Psyche. I'm just observing and wondering. She casts a detect thoughts spell, but only for surface thoughts so no save.
What's on his mind is just wondering where the source of the voice is. Okay then.
It's coming from the direction of the transparent young woman in a flowing dress and a ponytail. Over here, Raillen.
Ah, wait are you ghost? Her thoughts shift to the question, and how she kinda hopes she isn't one.
Well, outside the normal classification of one, but to put it simply, kinda. I exist in the mindscape. In peoples minds, that is. I'm not corporeal. So yeah, I'm a ghost.
Well there is a difference I think, if you're not a spirit of someone still here after death, wouldn't that make you not a ghost? She starts walking up, dismissing the shadowy hound as he does.
A bird shakes its feathers in the rafters, and settles down on the fireplace mantel.
Barachiel drinks tea and looks out the window.
Hello. How are you on this (admittedly rainy) day?
Barachiel raises eyebrows and looks for the voice.
Perception check?
14
He can see a faint shimmering out of the corner of his eye, but when he looks directly at it it's gone. Now now now, play by the rules, Barachiel.
"Do you need anything?"
No, just wandering around right now. My name is Psyche.
"Hello Psyche. How do you know my name?"
OoOoOH! Creepy mystic powers! No, I'm just good at paying attention to conversations. It's not like I have much to do all day, since I'm not corporeal or anything.
*Does Psyche have a truesight form?*
"Hmm. I couldn't go a day without caffeine."
*No, like I said she's not corporeal; she exists in peoples minds.*
Heh, you want coffee? A mug filled with nice, rich black coffee appears in front of him, as real as anything else in the room.
*Sorry, I was thinking like a ghost.*
Barachiel looks distasteful. "I have some tea."
Oh, alright. The coffee disappears as though it was never there.
Barachiel pokes the place where the coffee was. "Amazing."
I know, right? I can manipulate reality. It's pretty cool.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
V patted her back. "Oh, come on! You don't have to be so embarrassed."
"Yes i doooooo"
"Why, though?" V sat down.
"Because" she said, clearly embarrassed.
"Aww, come on, what is it?"
"embarrassment" she said
"Come ooooooon, tell me."
"embarrassment"
V chuckled. "Would you like to whisper it?"
"Its mostly embarrassment but also the idea that i serve genesis and im not exactly supposed to be in love. Knowledge to to be held higher then anything else"
"Think of it like this, if it helps: Love gives you more knowledge than if you weren't in love."
"i know" she said and sighed (Lore is a Warlock-Druid)
"So what is there to worry about?"
"Nothing i suppose" she said
"Good!" V picked Lore up into a standing position. "Let's get inside now, we're getting soaked because I forgot to use my wing."
"Im fine, remember i sued to live in the artic" she said with a chuckle
"Eh, still, I didn't." V dragged Lore inside.
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*Aight I'm back with my new character, I've been working on them since this morning, man does making spellcasters take a while.*
A figure in mostly black walks through a portal on the void wall with a Hound Of Ill Omen. He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless glove he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. Strapped onto a backpack they hold on one shoulder is a battle axe, 2 daggers, & a shield, filled with things sloppily thrown in. She turns around at the wall once the portal closes, "Oh well guess I'm not going back then."
A slightly transparent young woman (Psyche) observes from a distance, but her voice enters the new comer's mind easily. Hello there, who might you be?
"AH! [1gp]," You can't just startle me like that, but Raillen, you would be?? She turns around looking for where the voice would come from.
My name is Psyche. I'm just observing and wondering. She casts a detect thoughts spell, but only for surface thoughts so no save.
What's on his mind is just wondering where the source of the voice is. Okay then.
It's coming from the direction of the transparent young woman in a flowing dress and a ponytail. Over here, Raillen.
Ah, wait are you ghost? Her thoughts shift to the question, and how she kinda hopes she isn't one.
Well, outside the normal classification of one, but to put it simply, kinda. I exist in the mindscape. In peoples minds, that is. I'm not corporeal. So yeah, I'm a ghost.
Well there is a difference I think, if you're not a spirit of someone still here after death, wouldn't that make you not a ghost? She starts walking up, dismissing the shadowy hound as he does.
I am the spirit of someone who's died. Well, a Possibility who's died. But at the same time, instead of being a normal ghost, I live on because I created a massive brain matrix to support me; it's like another realm in here. The transparent woman motions to her head.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A bird shakes its feathers in the rafters, and settles down on the fireplace mantel.
Barachiel drinks tea and looks out the window.
Hello. How are you on this (admittedly rainy) day?
Barachiel raises eyebrows and looks for the voice.
Perception check?
14
He can see a faint shimmering out of the corner of his eye, but when he looks directly at it it's gone. Now now now, play by the rules, Barachiel.
"Do you need anything?"
No, just wandering around right now. My name is Psyche.
"Hello Psyche. How do you know my name?"
OoOoOH! Creepy mystic powers! No, I'm just good at paying attention to conversations. It's not like I have much to do all day, since I'm not corporeal or anything.
*Does Psyche have a truesight form?*
"Hmm. I couldn't go a day without caffeine."
*No, like I said she's not corporeal; she exists in peoples minds.*
Heh, you want coffee? A mug filled with nice, rich black coffee appears in front of him, as real as anything else in the room.
*Sorry, I was thinking like a ghost.*
Barachiel looks distasteful. "I have some tea."
Oh, alright. The coffee disappears as though it was never there.
Barachiel pokes the place where the coffee was. "Amazing."
I know, right? I can manipulate reality. It's pretty cool.
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.
A bird shakes its feathers in the rafters, and settles down on the fireplace mantel.
Barachiel drinks tea and looks out the window.
Hello. How are you on this (admittedly rainy) day?
Barachiel raises eyebrows and looks for the voice.
Perception check?
14
He can see a faint shimmering out of the corner of his eye, but when he looks directly at it it's gone. Now now now, play by the rules, Barachiel.
"Do you need anything?"
No, just wandering around right now. My name is Psyche.
"Hello Psyche. How do you know my name?"
OoOoOH! Creepy mystic powers! No, I'm just good at paying attention to conversations. It's not like I have much to do all day, since I'm not corporeal or anything.
*Does Psyche have a truesight form?*
"Hmm. I couldn't go a day without caffeine."
*No, like I said she's not corporeal; she exists in peoples minds.*
Heh, you want coffee? A mug filled with nice, rich black coffee appears in front of him, as real as anything else in the room.
*Sorry, I was thinking like a ghost.*
Barachiel looks distasteful. "I have some tea."
Oh, alright. The coffee disappears as though it was never there.
Barachiel pokes the place where the coffee was. "Amazing."
I know, right? I can manipulate reality. It's pretty cool.
"Can you stop the rain?"
Yeah, but why would I do that? Actually, now that I think of it, the rain is being caused by a powerful living creature, right? So I could only stop a small portion. Like an umbrella. Or else the creature might manage to overwhelm my psychic defenses... or at least hold them back temporarily. So I could do a small area, but not the whole storm.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Aight I'm back with my new character, I've been working on them since this morning, man does making spellcasters take a while.*
A figure in mostly black walks through a portal on the void wall with a Hound Of Ill Omen. He's a slim 5'7" wood elf with copper hued bage skin, messy light brown hair with the ends dyed black, equally black eyes, & wearing eye liner & dark pink eye shadow. She has on a dark pink collar with some black gem in it & black punk clothing with the same recurring pink as accents & linings on it. With a black shirt with some holes under a studded leather coat, wearing similarly studded bracelets underneath the fingerless glove he has on, with black torn jeans & combat boots completing the outfit. Strapped onto a backpack they hold on one shoulder is a battle axe, 2 daggers, & a shield, filled with things sloppily thrown in. She turns around at the wall once the portal closes, "Oh well guess I'm not going back then."
A slightly transparent young woman (Psyche) observes from a distance, but her voice enters the new comer's mind easily. Hello there, who might you be?
"AH! [1gp]," You can't just startle me like that, but Raillen, you would be?? She turns around looking for where the voice would come from.
My name is Psyche. I'm just observing and wondering. She casts a detect thoughts spell, but only for surface thoughts so no save.
What's on his mind is just wondering where the source of the voice is. Okay then.
It's coming from the direction of the transparent young woman in a flowing dress and a ponytail. Over here, Raillen.
Ah, wait are you ghost? Her thoughts shift to the question, and how she kinda hopes she isn't one.
Well, outside the normal classification of one, but to put it simply, kinda. I exist in the mindscape. In peoples minds, that is. I'm not corporeal. So yeah, I'm a ghost.
Well there is a difference I think, if you're not a spirit of someone still here after death, wouldn't that make you not a ghost? She starts walking up, dismissing the shadowy hound as he does.
I am the spirit of someone who's died. Well, a Possibility who's died. But at the same time, instead of being a normal ghost, I live on because I created a massive brain matrix to support me; it's like another realm in here. The transparent woman motions to her head.
Her thoughts can only be described as confused, ok.
V patted her back. "Oh, come on! You don't have to be so embarrassed."
"Yes i doooooo"
"Why, though?" V sat down.
"Because" she said, clearly embarrassed.
"Aww, come on, what is it?"
"embarrassment" she said
"Come ooooooon, tell me."
"embarrassment"
V chuckled. "Would you like to whisper it?"
"Its mostly embarrassment but also the idea that i serve genesis and im not exactly supposed to be in love. Knowledge to to be held higher then anything else"
"Think of it like this, if it helps: Love gives you more knowledge than if you weren't in love."
"i know" she said and sighed (Lore is a Warlock-Druid)
"So what is there to worry about?"
"Nothing i suppose" she said
"Good!" V picked Lore up into a standing position. "Let's get inside now, we're getting soaked because I forgot to use my wing."
"Im fine, remember i sued to live in the artic" she said with a chuckle
"Eh, still, I didn't." V dragged Lore inside.
Lore lets her, getting dragged all the way in,
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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It's coming from the direction of the transparent young woman in a flowing dress and a ponytail. Over here, Raillen.
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Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"i know" she said and sighed (Lore is a Warlock-Druid)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*No, like I said she's not corporeal; she exists in peoples minds.*
Heh, you want coffee? A mug filled with nice, rich black coffee appears in front of him, as real as anything else in the room.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
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Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"So what is there to worry about?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Ah, wait are you ghost? Her thoughts shift to the question, and how she kinda hopes she isn't one.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Sorry, I was thinking like a ghost.*
Barachiel looks distasteful. "I have some tea."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
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.
"Nothing i suppose" she said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Good!" V picked Lore up into a standing position. "Let's get inside now, we're getting soaked because I forgot to use my wing."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Well, outside the normal classification of one, but to put it simply, kinda. I exist in the mindscape. In peoples minds, that is. I'm not corporeal. So yeah, I'm a ghost.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Oh, alright. The coffee disappears as though it was never there.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Im fine, remember i sued to live in the artic" she said with a chuckle
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Barachiel pokes the place where the coffee was. "Amazing."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
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.
Well there is a difference I think, if you're not a spirit of someone still here after death, wouldn't that make you not a ghost? She starts walking up, dismissing the shadowy hound as he does.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
I know, right? I can manipulate reality. It's pretty cool.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Eh, still, I didn't." V dragged Lore inside.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
I am the spirit of someone who's died. Well, a Possibility who's died. But at the same time, instead of being a normal ghost, I live on because I created a massive brain matrix to support me; it's like another realm in here. The transparent woman motions to her head.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Can you stop the rain?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
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.
Yeah, but why would I do that? Actually, now that I think of it, the rain is being caused by a powerful living creature, right? So I could only stop a small portion. Like an umbrella. Or else the creature might manage to overwhelm my psychic defenses... or at least hold them back temporarily. So I could do a small area, but not the whole storm.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Her thoughts can only be described as confused, ok.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Lore lets her, getting dragged all the way in,
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]