Since Estelle's not doing much, Sasha begins to wander around, specifically back alleys, looking for the local gang. She assumes Ratha would set herself up with one of them, so she's looking for them.
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Ramas appears across the street from the Gunrunners. He is currently using the spell alter self, to look like a normal human with golden fang earrings, darker tan skin with black hair and a goatee. He is wearing a black suit with a golden tie.
A large orc man is grumpily walking back into the store.
Ramas follows him into the store, looking for anything that looks fancy.
There are a large variety of guns, from little peashooter pistols, to large sniper rifles. One wall contains a selection of body armors.
Ramas looks for a weapon in between. Like a handcannon or shotgun.
There is a shelf containing lots of shotguns, from simple double barrels farmers would use to heavily modified mossbergs that a COD player would be jealous of. On another shelf is a set of large pistols, from normal magnums to 700 Nitro Express's.
Ramas asks for a clerk/bouncer/or whatnot for some assistance. "Do you guys have anything that screams...Doom?"
O'Lean looks up from his magazine. "Oh, one of those." He sighs. "Yeah sure, you have a better description of what you're looking for?"
"I'm thinking of a 12 gauge, double-barrel, snub-nose with a bayonet and full choke for extra range and kick." Ramas notes. "I know my guns."
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
Ramas appears across the street from the Gunrunners. He is currently using the spell alter self, to look like a normal human with golden fang earrings, darker tan skin with black hair and a goatee. He is wearing a black suit with a golden tie.
A large orc man is grumpily walking back into the store.
Ramas follows him into the store, looking for anything that looks fancy.
There are a large variety of guns, from little peashooter pistols, to large sniper rifles. One wall contains a selection of body armors.
Ramas looks for a weapon in between. Like a handcannon or shotgun.
There is a shelf containing lots of shotguns, from simple double barrels farmers would use to heavily modified mossbergs that a COD player would be jealous of. On another shelf is a set of large pistols, from normal magnums to 700 Nitro Express's.
Ramas asks for a clerk/bouncer/or whatnot for some assistance. "Do you guys have anything that screams...Doom?"
O'Lean looks up from his magazine. "Oh, one of those." He sighs. "Yeah sure, you have a better description of what you're looking for?"
"I'm thinking of a 12 gauge, double-barrel, snub-nose with a bayonet and full choke for extra range and kick." Ramas notes. "I know my guns."
"We don't have any standard weapons that fits that, though we could probably make one in a few hours. Though, for an order like that, we require pay first, then the gun."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
As he tries to pickpocket a pair of figures, his wrist is grabbed. "Oh, look!" A female voice said.
“My apologies mis, I’ll be on my way”
he tries to free his hand dex 15
The grip is very strong, almost supernaturally. "Oh, come now, don't be so cold."
“I’ll just go my way and you yours and we’ll never have to meet again”
"Oh, come on, you went through the trouble of trying to pickpocket me, might as well introduce yourself. The other figure chuckled, sounding like a man.
Ramas appears across the street from the Gunrunners. He is currently using the spell alter self, to look like a normal human with golden fang earrings, darker tan skin with black hair and a goatee. He is wearing a black suit with a golden tie.
A large orc man is grumpily walking back into the store.
Ramas follows him into the store, looking for anything that looks fancy.
There are a large variety of guns, from little peashooter pistols, to large sniper rifles. One wall contains a selection of body armors.
Ramas looks for a weapon in between. Like a handcannon or shotgun.
There is a shelf containing lots of shotguns, from simple double barrels farmers would use to heavily modified mossbergs that a COD player would be jealous of. On another shelf is a set of large pistols, from normal magnums to 700 Nitro Express's.
Ramas asks for a clerk/bouncer/or whatnot for some assistance. "Do you guys have anything that screams...Doom?"
O'Lean looks up from his magazine. "Oh, one of those." He sighs. "Yeah sure, you have a better description of what you're looking for?"
"I'm thinking of a 12 gauge, double-barrel, snub-nose with a bayonet and full choke for extra range and kick." Ramas notes. "I know my guns."
"We don't have any standard weapons that fits that, though we could probably make one in a few hours. Though, for an order like that, we require pay first, then the gun."
"What's your price?" Ramas folds his arms.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
As he tries to pickpocket a pair of figures, his wrist is grabbed. "Oh, look!" A female voice said.
“My apologies mis, I’ll be on my way”
he tries to free his hand dex 15
The grip is very strong, almost supernaturally. "Oh, come now, don't be so cold."
“I’ll just go my way and you yours and we’ll never have to meet again”
"Oh, come on, you went through the trouble of trying to pickpocket me, might as well introduce yourself. The other figure chuckled, sounding like a man.
“Name’s Jack Westbridge, what’s yours”
"Not exactly any of your business, currently." The man walked forward a bit. "Come on, we're running late again, quit bothering with the street rats."
"Oh, come on, can I at least take a bite?"
"No! You know how long you take!"
"Fine, I'm coming." The woman let go of him and continued along with the man.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Ramas appears across the street from the Gunrunners. He is currently using the spell alter self, to look like a normal human with golden fang earrings, darker tan skin with black hair and a goatee. He is wearing a black suit with a golden tie.
A large orc man is grumpily walking back into the store.
Ramas follows him into the store, looking for anything that looks fancy.
There are a large variety of guns, from little peashooter pistols, to large sniper rifles. One wall contains a selection of body armors.
Ramas looks for a weapon in between. Like a handcannon or shotgun.
There is a shelf containing lots of shotguns, from simple double barrels farmers would use to heavily modified mossbergs that a COD player would be jealous of. On another shelf is a set of large pistols, from normal magnums to 700 Nitro Express's.
Ramas asks for a clerk/bouncer/or whatnot for some assistance. "Do you guys have anything that screams...Doom?"
O'Lean looks up from his magazine. "Oh, one of those." He sighs. "Yeah sure, you have a better description of what you're looking for?"
"I'm thinking of a 12 gauge, double-barrel, snub-nose with a bayonet and full choke for extra range and kick." Ramas notes. "I know my guns."
"We don't have any standard weapons that fits that, though we could probably make one in a few hours. Though, for an order like that, we require pay first, then the gun."
"What's your price?" Ramas folds his arms.
"Judging by the description, it seems about a 700-800 dollar project."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A boy with fiery blue hair kinda just- appears in the bg with a bident [[a trident but take away the middle prong]]
*The bg?*
[[background- I use a lot of video game terms]]
*Ah*
Nobody seems to notice him.
He isn’t going to try to be noticed. Oops he was next to a wooden plank- the plank is on fire now- he’s trying to put it out by slapping his jacket against it, “shiiiiiii”
A boy with fiery blue hair kinda just- appears in the bg with a bident [[a trident but take away the middle prong]]
*The bg?*
[[background- I use a lot of video game terms]]
*Ah*
Nobody seems to notice him.
He isn’t going to try to be noticed. Oops he was next to a wooden plank- the plank is on fire now- he’s trying to put it out by slapping his jacket against it, “shiiiiiii”
A man walks over, he wears a grey-blue cape and underneath a set of leather amor that’s seen some better days. He has grey hair but appears to be almost middle aged.
"Not exactly any of your business, currently." The man walked forward a bit. "Come on, we're running late again, quit bothering with the street rats."
"Oh, come on, can I at least take a bite?"
"No! You know how long you take!"
"Fine, I'm coming." The woman let go of him and continued along with the man.
Zander mutters “heck of a grip” and shakes his wrist
he then notices the boy who just teleported in and walks over
[[is it safe to assume Zander noticed my oc or was it someone else- I don’t wanna jump to conclusions]]
*Yes, don’t worry about it*
[[k thx]] The boy seems to be made out of fire, he has the faint smell of sulfur around him. He also successfully put out the fire on the wood.
“I take it your not from around here”
The fire boy seems shocked that someone talked to him let alone approached him, “that is correct,” he turns to face Zander, “my name is Hades, et t- and you?” Hades has a soft voice with a slight french accent, he almost said and you in french.
"Not exactly any of your business, currently." The man walked forward a bit. "Come on, we're running late again, quit bothering with the street rats."
"Oh, come on, can I at least take a bite?"
"No! You know how long you take!"
"Fine, I'm coming." The woman let go of him and continued along with the man.
Zander mutters “heck of a grip” and shakes his wrist
he then notices the boy who just teleported in and walks over
[[is it safe to assume Zander noticed my oc or was it someone else- I don’t wanna jump to conclusions]]
*Yes, don’t worry about it*
[[k thx]] The boy seems to be made out of fire, he has the faint smell of sulfur around him. He also successfully put out the fire on the wood.
“I take it your not from around here”
The fire boy seems shocked that someone talked to him let alone approached him, “that is correct,” he turns to face Zander, “my name is Hades, et t- and you?” Hades has a soft voice with a slight french accent, he almost said and you in french.
Since Estelle's not doing much, Sasha begins to wander around, specifically back alleys, looking for the local gang. She assumes Ratha would set herself up with one of them, so she's looking for them.
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.
"I'm thinking of a 12 gauge, double-barrel, snub-nose with a bayonet and full choke for extra range and kick." Ramas notes. "I know my guns."
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"We don't have any standard weapons that fits that, though we could probably make one in a few hours. Though, for an order like that, we require pay first, then the gun."
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.
“Name’s Jack Westbridge, what’s yours”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
"What's your price?" Ramas folds his arms.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"Not exactly any of your business, currently." The man walked forward a bit. "Come on, we're running late again, quit bothering with the street rats."
"Oh, come on, can I at least take a bite?"
"No! You know how long you take!"
"Fine, I'm coming." The woman let go of him and continued along with the man.
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.
A boy with fiery blue hair kinda just- appears in the bg with a bident [[a trident but take away the middle prong]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*The bg?*
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.
"Judging by the description, it seems about a 700-800 dollar project."
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.
[[background- I use a lot of video game terms]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Ah*
Nobody seems to notice him.
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.
He isn’t going to try to be noticed. Oops he was next to a wooden plank- the plank is on fire now- he’s trying to put it out by slapping his jacket against it, “shiiiiiii”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Zander mutters “heck of a grip” and shakes his wrist
he then notices the boy who just teleported in and walks over
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
A man walks over, he wears a grey-blue cape and underneath a set of leather amor that’s seen some better days. He has grey hair but appears to be almost middle aged.
“Hello?”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
[[is it safe to assume Zander noticed my oc or was it someone else- I don’t wanna jump to conclusions]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Yes*
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
[[k thx]] The boy seems to be made out of fire, he has the faint smell of sulfur around him. He also successfully put out the fire on the wood.
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
“I take it your not from around here”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
The fire boy seems shocked that someone talked to him let alone approached him, “that is correct,” he turns to face Zander, “my name is Hades, et t- and you?” Hades has a soft voice with a slight french accent, he almost said and you in french.
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
“Call me Jack. Where did you come from?”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here