"Yeah I should have expected that, I still think your pretty cute, now, put up your hammock & brace yourself for the pain, as the best way to do this is drain you of blood until you, die, I know that sounds wrong."
“Eh beats being squished” he puts his hammock up between two trees and lays in it
"Okay, this is your last chance, once I do this there's no going back, so are you sure you want to do this?"
“Yes” he said that in such complete confidence it’s scary
She inhales with worry, but let's it out with a sigh, "Okay, brace yourself for your last living moments." She lifts his head, & takes a bite into his jugular, drinking his blood until there's too little for him to survive. *God this sounds bad out of context*
[[ lmao yes it does ]] his body clenches up, like, well, a spider, since spiders use a hydraulic blood system to move their legs… webb’s blood is blue and a little sticky, it glows in the moonlight too [[ back from making samich ]]
She keeps hold, only having more, & enjoying it more, as she goes on, meanwhile her eyes get some orange in them from something. *Ah, what kind of Sandvich?*
He grits his teeth, bearing the pain [[ fried eggy samich with cheese and potat chisps ]]
*ooooh* She only has more & more, until Webb starts running lower on blood, her eyes getting more orange with her growing enjoyment of the blood.
[[ I can only imagine this [[1gp]] tastes like honey to her or something ]] his face grows incredibly pale, loosing most of it’s previous warmth
*Blueberry jam* This process continues until Kensuri's iris' are full on orange, & there's more necrotic energy in Webb than blood.
[[ ooOoh ]] his arms and legs stiffen, as his own irises turn slightly purple
With the last major amounts of blood gone, Kensuri let's go, there isn't even enough blood for his wound to bleed anymore. Kensuri let's out a slow exhale, as she simply waits for Webb's body to finally, stop.
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
*I have no idea :] *
*Hmm, whatever."
Jerimiah slithers up, "Hey there again, 'The Brand' was it? You need help those though?" He points at the bullet holes.
"ill get them after i get fifty drinks in me or so"
"Goddamn, I can't even take that many drinks."
He chuckles and smiles "well care for one or two?"
"I never turn down a free drink, sure thing pard'ner."
He nods and flags down a waitress, ordering himself a red dragon lager. "what do you want?" he asked and put a bag of gold coins on the table
"Tumbleweed Vodka." He sits down, coiling his tail around the stool & his tail.
"Yeah I should have expected that, I still think your pretty cute, now, put up your hammock & brace yourself for the pain, as the best way to do this is drain you of blood until you, die, I know that sounds wrong."
“Eh beats being squished” he puts his hammock up between two trees and lays in it
"Okay, this is your last chance, once I do this there's no going back, so are you sure you want to do this?"
“Yes” he said that in such complete confidence it’s scary
She inhales with worry, but let's it out with a sigh, "Okay, brace yourself for your last living moments." She lifts his head, & takes a bite into his jugular, drinking his blood until there's too little for him to survive. *God this sounds bad out of context*
[[ lmao yes it does ]] his body clenches up, like, well, a spider, since spiders use a hydraulic blood system to move their legs… webb’s blood is blue and a little sticky, it glows in the moonlight too [[ back from making samich ]]
She keeps hold, only having more, & enjoying it more, as she goes on, meanwhile her eyes get some orange in them from something. *Ah, what kind of Sandvich?*
He grits his teeth, bearing the pain [[ fried eggy samich with cheese and potat chisps ]]
*ooooh* She only has more & more, until Webb starts running lower on blood, her eyes getting more orange with her growing enjoyment of the blood.
[[ I can only imagine this [[1gp]] tastes like honey to her or something ]] his face grows incredibly pale, loosing most of it’s previous warmth
*Blueberry jam* This process continues until Kensuri's iris' are full on orange, & there's more necrotic energy in Webb than blood.
[[ ooOoh ]] his arms and legs stiffen, as his own irises turn slightly purple
With the last major amounts of blood gone, Kensuri let's go, there isn't even enough blood for his wound to bleed anymore. Kensuri let's out a slow exhale, as she simply waits for Webb's body to finally, stop.
[[ I find it fun how we can have a totally normal convo ooc then proceed to put Webb through agony ]] his arms and legs relax, as his chest seems to stop moving
"Yeah I should have expected that, I still think your pretty cute, now, put up your hammock & brace yourself for the pain, as the best way to do this is drain you of blood until you, die, I know that sounds wrong."
“Eh beats being squished” he puts his hammock up between two trees and lays in it
"Okay, this is your last chance, once I do this there's no going back, so are you sure you want to do this?"
“Yes” he said that in such complete confidence it’s scary
She inhales with worry, but let's it out with a sigh, "Okay, brace yourself for your last living moments." She lifts his head, & takes a bite into his jugular, drinking his blood until there's too little for him to survive. *God this sounds bad out of context*
[[ lmao yes it does ]] his body clenches up, like, well, a spider, since spiders use a hydraulic blood system to move their legs… webb’s blood is blue and a little sticky, it glows in the moonlight too [[ back from making samich ]]
She keeps hold, only having more, & enjoying it more, as she goes on, meanwhile her eyes get some orange in them from something. *Ah, what kind of Sandvich?*
He grits his teeth, bearing the pain [[ fried eggy samich with cheese and potat chisps ]]
*ooooh* She only has more & more, until Webb starts running lower on blood, her eyes getting more orange with her growing enjoyment of the blood.
[[ I can only imagine this [[1gp]] tastes like honey to her or something ]] his face grows incredibly pale, loosing most of it’s previous warmth
*Blueberry jam* This process continues until Kensuri's iris' are full on orange, & there's more necrotic energy in Webb than blood.
[[ ooOoh ]] his arms and legs stiffen, as his own irises turn slightly purple
With the last major amounts of blood gone, Kensuri let's go, there isn't even enough blood for his wound to bleed anymore. Kensuri let's out a slow exhale, as she simply waits for Webb's body to finally, stop.
*OOOOOOOOOOOOOH a lovely time to bother Ken*
Yuri appears beside Ken and smiles behind her veil of white fabric covering her face. "Tsk, you killed someone?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
*I have no idea :] *
*Hmm, whatever."
Jerimiah slithers up, "Hey there again, 'The Brand' was it? You need help those though?" He points at the bullet holes.
"ill get them after i get fifty drinks in me or so"
"Goddamn, I can't even take that many drinks."
He chuckles and smiles "well care for one or two?"
"I never turn down a free drink, sure thing pard'ner."
He nods and flags down a waitress, ordering himself a red dragon lager. "what do you want?" he asked and put a bag of gold coins on the table
"Tumbleweed Vodka." He sits down, coiling his tail around the stool & his tail.
"Hm" he said "never heard of that before"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
With the last major amounts of blood gone, Kensuri let's go, there isn't even enough blood for his wound to bleed anymore. Kensuri let's out a slow exhale, as she simply waits for Webb's body to finally, stop.
[[ I find it fun how we can have a totally normal convo ooc then proceed to put Webb through agony ]] his arms and legs relax, as his chest seems to stop moving
*lmao yeah* She closes his eyelids, "Good night my sweet prince, see you tomorrow in the afterlife." She waits for midnight to strike, watching her for now dead friend, waiting for the necrotic energy to take ahold of him & rise him once again at 12:00.
With the last major amounts of blood gone, Kensuri let's go, there isn't even enough blood for his wound to bleed anymore. Kensuri let's out a slow exhale, as she simply waits for Webb's body to finally, stop.
[[ I find it fun how we can have a totally normal convo ooc then proceed to put Webb through agony ]] his arms and legs relax, as his chest seems to stop moving
*lmao yeah* She closes his eyelids, "Good night my sweet prince, see you tomorrow in the afterlife." She waits for midnight to strike, watching her for now dead friend, waiting for the necrotic energy to take ahold of him & rise him once again at 12:00.
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
*I have no idea :] *
*Hmm, whatever."
Jerimiah slithers up, "Hey there again, 'The Brand' was it? You need help those though?" He points at the bullet holes.
"ill get them after i get fifty drinks in me or so"
"Goddamn, I can't even take that many drinks."
He chuckles and smiles "well care for one or two?"
"I never turn down a free drink, sure thing pard'ner."
He nods and flags down a waitress, ordering himself a red dragon lager. "what do you want?" he asked and put a bag of gold coins on the table
"Tumbleweed Vodka." He sits down, coiling his tail around the stool & his tail.
"Hm" he said "never heard of that before"
"Mostly made in the West as those things are more than abundant there."
With the last major amounts of blood gone, Kensuri let's go, there isn't even enough blood for his wound to bleed anymore. Kensuri let's out a slow exhale, as she simply waits for Webb's body to finally, stop.
[[ I find it fun how we can have a totally normal convo ooc then proceed to put Webb through agony ]] his arms and legs relax, as his chest seems to stop moving
*lmao yeah* She closes his eyelids, "Good night my sweet prince, see you tomorrow in the afterlife." She waits for midnight to strike, watching her for now dead friend, waiting for the necrotic energy to take ahold of him & rise him once again at 12:00.
[[ timeskip to midnight? ]]
*yeah, I thought it wasn't too far from then in universe so.*
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
*I have no idea :] *
*Hmm, whatever."
Jerimiah slithers up, "Hey there again, 'The Brand' was it? You need help those though?" He points at the bullet holes.
"ill get them after i get fifty drinks in me or so"
"Goddamn, I can't even take that many drinks."
He chuckles and smiles "well care for one or two?"
"I never turn down a free drink, sure thing pard'ner."
He nods and flags down a waitress, ordering himself a red dragon lager. "what do you want?" he asked and put a bag of gold coins on the table
"Tumbleweed Vodka." He sits down, coiling his tail around the stool & his tail.
"Hm" he said "never heard of that before"
"Mostly made in the West as those things are more than abundant there."
"Hm" he said and began to drink shot after shot of his drink.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
With the last major amounts of blood gone, Kensuri let's go, there isn't even enough blood for his wound to bleed anymore. Kensuri let's out a slow exhale, as she simply waits for Webb's body to finally, stop.
[[ I find it fun how we can have a totally normal convo ooc then proceed to put Webb through agony ]] his arms and legs relax, as his chest seems to stop moving
*lmao yeah* She closes his eyelids, "Good night my sweet prince, see you tomorrow in the afterlife." She waits for midnight to strike, watching her for now dead friend, waiting for the necrotic energy to take ahold of him & rise him once again at 12:00.
[[ timeskip to midnight? ]]
*yeah, I thought it wasn't too far from then in universe so.*
[[ makes sense I was just thinking cus it’s like 9:30 am for me rn ]] once the clock strikes 12, Webb’s eyes open, now a faint purple, but still mostly blue. He stretches and yawns “what a trippy nap”
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
*I have no idea :] *
*Hmm, whatever."
Jerimiah slithers up, "Hey there again, 'The Brand' was it? You need help those though?" He points at the bullet holes.
"ill get them after i get fifty drinks in me or so"
"Goddamn, I can't even take that many drinks."
He chuckles and smiles "well care for one or two?"
"I never turn down a free drink, sure thing pard'ner."
He nods and flags down a waitress, ordering himself a red dragon lager. "what do you want?" he asked and put a bag of gold coins on the table
"Tumbleweed Vodka." He sits down, coiling his tail around the stool & his tail.
"Hm" he said "never heard of that before"
"Mostly made in the West as those things are more than abundant there."
"Hm" he said and began to drink shot after shot of his drink.
He just sips from his bottle, refilling it with the newly bought batch every now & then.
With the last major amounts of blood gone, Kensuri let's go, there isn't even enough blood for his wound to bleed anymore. Kensuri let's out a slow exhale, as she simply waits for Webb's body to finally, stop.
[[ I find it fun how we can have a totally normal convo ooc then proceed to put Webb through agony ]] his arms and legs relax, as his chest seems to stop moving
*lmao yeah* She closes his eyelids, "Good night my sweet prince, see you tomorrow in the afterlife." She waits for midnight to strike, watching her for now dead friend, waiting for the necrotic energy to take ahold of him & rise him once again at 12:00.
[[ timeskip to midnight? ]]
*yeah, I thought it wasn't too far from then in universe so.*
[[ makes sense I was just thinking cus it’s like 9:30 am for me rn ]] once the clock strikes 12, Webb’s eyes open, now a faint purple, but still mostly blue. He stretches and yawns “what a trippy nap”
*yeah* She chuckles some & smiles, "Welcome to the afterlife Webb, I'm glad it worked. So how do you feel?"
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
*I have no idea :] *
*Hmm, whatever."
Jerimiah slithers up, "Hey there again, 'The Brand' was it? You need help those though?" He points at the bullet holes.
"ill get them after i get fifty drinks in me or so"
"Goddamn, I can't even take that many drinks."
He chuckles and smiles "well care for one or two?"
"I never turn down a free drink, sure thing pard'ner."
He nods and flags down a waitress, ordering himself a red dragon lager. "what do you want?" he asked and put a bag of gold coins on the table
"Tumbleweed Vodka." He sits down, coiling his tail around the stool & his tail.
"Hm" he said "never heard of that before"
"Mostly made in the West as those things are more than abundant there."
"Hm" he said and began to drink shot after shot of his drink.
He just sips from his bottle, refilling it with the newly bought batch every now & then.
"Your name is Jerimiah isnt it?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
With the last major amounts of blood gone, Kensuri let's go, there isn't even enough blood for his wound to bleed anymore. Kensuri let's out a slow exhale, as she simply waits for Webb's body to finally, stop.
[[ I find it fun how we can have a totally normal convo ooc then proceed to put Webb through agony ]] his arms and legs relax, as his chest seems to stop moving
*lmao yeah* She closes his eyelids, "Good night my sweet prince, see you tomorrow in the afterlife." She waits for midnight to strike, watching her for now dead friend, waiting for the necrotic energy to take ahold of him & rise him once again at 12:00.
[[ timeskip to midnight? ]]
*yeah, I thought it wasn't too far from then in universe so.*
[[ makes sense I was just thinking cus it’s like 9:30 am for me rn ]] once the clock strikes 12, Webb’s eyes open, now a faint purple, but still mostly blue. He stretches and yawns “what a trippy nap”
*yeah* She chuckles some & smiles, "Welcome to the afterlife Webb, I'm glad it worked. So how do you feel?"
“Mentally, like I just had the weirdest dream. Physically, hungry as hell”
“Mentally, like I just had the weirdest dream. Physically, hungry as hell”
"You need some blood, it only fair if you have some of mine, and don't worry, you just bite down & drink, it's easy." She says moving hair out of the way of her neck.
*I might leave for a bit. feeling tired and unmotivated to do anything lately. Only thing i have motivation for is making character after character because my adhd never stops*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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With the last major amounts of blood gone, Kensuri let's go, there isn't even enough blood for his wound to bleed anymore. Kensuri let's out a slow exhale, as she simply waits for Webb's body to finally, stop.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Tumbleweed Vodka." He sits down, coiling his tail around the stool & his tail.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
[[ I find it fun how we can have a totally normal convo ooc then proceed to put Webb through agony ]] his arms and legs relax, as his chest seems to stop moving
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*OOOOOOOOOOOOOH a lovely time to bother Ken*
Yuri appears beside Ken and smiles behind her veil of white fabric covering her face. "Tsk, you killed someone?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Hm" he said "never heard of that before"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*lmao yeah* She closes his eyelids, "Good night my sweet prince, see you tomorrow in the afterlife." She waits for midnight to strike, watching her for now dead friend, waiting for the necrotic energy to take ahold of him & rise him once again at 12:00.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
[[ timeskip to midnight? ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Mostly made in the West as those things are more than abundant there."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*yeah, I thought it wasn't too far from then in universe so.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Hm" he said and began to drink shot after shot of his drink.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
[[ makes sense I was just thinking cus it’s like 9:30 am for me rn ]] once the clock strikes 12, Webb’s eyes open, now a faint purple, but still mostly blue. He stretches and yawns “what a trippy nap”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
He just sips from his bottle, refilling it with the newly bought batch every now & then.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*yeah* She chuckles some & smiles, "Welcome to the afterlife Webb, I'm glad it worked. So how do you feel?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Your name is Jerimiah isnt it?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Yup, how you been?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
“Mentally, like I just had the weirdest dream. Physically, hungry as hell”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"tired" he said with a grin "Been across the world, making money and such"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You need some blood, it only fair if you have some of mine, and don't worry, you just bite down & drink, it's easy." She says moving hair out of the way of her neck.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He nods, "Just let me know when you're good to take the bullets outta you."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*I might leave for a bit. feeling tired and unmotivated to do anything lately. Only thing i have motivation for is making character after character because my adhd never stops*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]