Lord's Rest Inn

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*Okie dokie, characters: because I am tired.*

Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.

Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats. 

 Tengen walks over and sits next to them. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't even look at them, simply staring up at the sky with them. He has decided to take his human form, though he does keep his black oni mask on, having separated it from his helmet.

 Rag walks over and holds the bag for them. He nods respectfully at them as a form of hello, making sure to shift as Samaritan does to avoid being hit himself.

 "What do you want?" Max asks.

"How're ya?' he asks, landing a solid blow with his right foot. 

*They are gym bros through and through.*

 "It be with you in your last moments before you leave. Is that okay?" He asks in return.

 *Of course they are, they have to be.*

 He shifts his stance, bracing for the blow to keep the bag from moving "Doin' good, built a house for Sparrow, heard he needed one."

 "I'm not actually leaving... just locking myself in a secure box that will hold me until my body self-implodes." He said, rolling his shoulder. 

"Good of you. Does the city know? they'll come after him if he didn't get a permit or anything. Believe me, I know the hell of it." he chuckles.

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*morning goobers*

Phoenix is sitting inside reading a book and curled under a blanket.

 Two twin sisters, both human, one a brunette, the other a blonde, come from the upstairs of the Inn. They both move in unison to sit in front of the fire, watching the flames crackle. They both have a vague resemblance of Sparrow.

 Phoenix watches them from the corner of his eye, still reading.

 Both of them reach out to the fire, but upon touching only succeed in burning themselves, pulling their hands back. Despite being adults, they have the minds of children.

 Phoenix sighs and sets down his book. He walks over and gently places his hands on each of their shoulders. "Careful now.."

 Both of them look angry for a moment, before looking down at their hands. One of them has severe burns on a hand "We're fine... We used to be demons!"

 He sighs, uncorking a small healing potion and letting the liquid run over their palms to heal them. "Used to kiddos.."

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*Okie dokie, characters: because I am tired.*

Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.

Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats. 

Minnie is brewing some tea in the tavern kitchen, humming to herself happily. She is dressed in a honey-yellow dress, a brown jacket, and a pair of brown leather boots.

 Theren staggers into the tavern, heading for the kitchen. His right arm is missing as he looks for a whiskey bottle.

 She looks up from her tea and runs over, picking up her skirts "Hells bells dear! What happened to ye?!"

 He uncorks the bottle with his teeth, spitting out the cork. "Dungeon crawl gone wrong." he says, gritting his teeth as he pours the liquor over the gaping wound in his shoulder.

 "Bloody hells lad! Don't do that." she takes it and gives him a glare. She takes his arm, looking it over before her palms glow brightly and he is suddenly healed fully.

 The arm doesn't grow back. "Already tried that." he says, grabbing some gauze and wrapping the shoulder.

 She huffs and takes his arm before closing her eyes. Suddenly, there is a blinding light filling the room. (Remove Curse, Dispel Magic, and Protection from Disease and Posion.)

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 "I'm not actually leaving... just locking myself in a secure box that will hold me until my body self-implodes." He said, rolling his shoulder. 

"Good of you. Does the city know? they'll come after him if he didn't get a permit or anything. Believe me, I know the hell of it." he chuckles.

 "I know it seems rude to ask this, but you have tried every option right? I wish I knew how to help, but I don't even think Greed's power could fix this. I'm sorry."

 He rubs his chin before shaking his head "I'll get all of that settled one way or another. It shouldn't be too much of a challenge, though I haven't gone through bureaucracy in a long time."

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*Okie dokie, characters: because I am tired.*

Max is lying on the ground, staring up at the skies above. His fully dressed, including his black mask to cover his nose and mouth so as not to scare children or families. He has thrown up three times this morning, which isn't a good sign, but at the moment, he is trying to calm his stomach.

Samaritan kick-boxes a punching bag, and the archdevil lands brutal hits against it. He is dressed in a black tanktop, his inky black skin on display, his golden skull mask, and a pair of grey sweats. 

Minnie is brewing some tea in the tavern kitchen, humming to herself happily. She is dressed in a honey-yellow dress, a brown jacket, and a pair of brown leather boots.

 Theren staggers into the tavern, heading for the kitchen. His right arm is missing as he looks for a whiskey bottle.

 She looks up from her tea and runs over, picking up her skirts "Hells bells dear! What happened to ye?!"

 He uncorks the bottle with his teeth, spitting out the cork. "Dungeon crawl gone wrong." he says, gritting his teeth as he pours the liquor over the gaping wound in his shoulder.

 "Bloody hells lad! Don't do that." she takes it and gives him a glare. She takes his arm, looking it over before her palms glow brightly and he is suddenly healed fully.

 The arm doesn't grow back. "Already tried that." he says, grabbing some gauze and wrapping the shoulder.

 She huffs and takes his arm before closing her eyes. Suddenly, there is a blinding light filling the room. (Remove Curse, Dispel Magic, and Protection from Disease and Posion.)

 He gently takes her hand off. "Miss, not trying to be rude here...but my arm ain't gonna grow back. Wishes are the only thing now." he says with a kind smile, the scars on his face contorting.

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 "I'm not actually leaving... just locking myself in a secure box that will hold me until my body self-implodes." He said, rolling his shoulder. 

"Good of you. Does the city know? they'll come after him if he didn't get a permit or anything. Believe me, I know the hell of it." he chuckles.

 "I know it seems rude to ask this, but you have tried every option right? I wish I knew how to help, but I don't even think Greed's power could fix this. I'm sorry."

 He rubs his chin before shaking his head "I'll get all of that settled one way or another. It shouldn't be too much of a challenge, though I haven't gone through bureaucracy in a long time."