A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
A gunshot echos through the air. A man, maybe about 38, is walking down the street towards them. He has a gas mask over his face, short dirty blonde hair, black cargo pants, a leather jacket, and a brown shrirt on. He wears old leather combat boots and has a backpack on his back. In his hand is a pistol and attached to the side of the bag is a rifle and a shotgun.
Samaritan stands up, his own gun forming in his hand like a roaring flame. He pulls back the hammer and grumbles "beat it arse."
The man shoves the pistol in his back pocket, still walking forward. "Let's try to settle this civilly eh? No need for all this violence."
*Also, could we do Lore and Theren as well? Is oki if not*
That earns him a direct sock to the jaw (STR: 25) as Samaritan huffs "Told ya not to get involved." He snarls.
Lore is inside, napping on the sofa in the library.
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
Thirteen is close by, writing contemplatively, Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan comes over, a bit confused but always down for violence.
Suhou scampers over, very interested in the food.
"Wizard?" The man asks, not looking up from his paperwork or even turning to Thirteen.
"TAKE MY FRIGGIN PICTURE AGAIN YOU STUPID ARSE GOBSHITE!" Samaritan snarls and kicks the man hard. He snatches the camera and shatters it and the memory card.
Kelipso raises a brow and hands them a slice "Hey there."
“Mhm.” He nods casually.
“Want me to help?” Rio offers.
The little bunyip makes a happy noise and devours it.
"Mn, what branch?" He asks.
"No. Its fine.." He grumbles "Dont want you getting hurt."
Kelipso chuckles and smiles "Im Kelipso, who're you?"
“Necromancy. If you’re an ecologist, you might’ve heard of me before.”
“Pfffft. A barely conscious humanoid with broken teeth can’t hurt me.”
Suhou peers up at them with wide, shining eyes. Suhou. I’m a river spirit.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Bloody (GP) took a picture of my face when my mask was off. I tend to keep it on so people taking photos of it really strike me bad. Plus, found out he works for a journalism group. Was planning to put it in the papers."
"Hmm, I understand. I suppose that's a fair enough reason to beat him to a bloody pulp. I can't be one to judge, I've killed for less." He says, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders "I love how this place has a high roof."
*Ya gonna reply on the pm soon? I can wait, just want to know.*
*It may be a moment or two, I'm sorry, I am juggling work, rp, and my boss rn.*
"Built for myself in mind, considering were the same height, should work out for you as well." He shrugged.
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
A gunshot echos through the air. A man, maybe about 38, is walking down the street towards them. He has a gas mask over his face, short dirty blonde hair, black cargo pants, a leather jacket, and a brown shrirt on. He wears old leather combat boots and has a backpack on his back. In his hand is a pistol and attached to the side of the bag is a rifle and a shotgun.
Samaritan stands up, his own gun forming in his hand like a roaring flame. He pulls back the hammer and grumbles "beat it arse."
The man shoves the pistol in his back pocket, still walking forward. "Let's try to settle this civilly eh? No need for all this violence."
*Also, could we do Lore and Theren as well? Is oki if not*
That earns him a direct sock to the jaw (STR: 36) as Samaritan huffs "Told ya not to get involved." He snarls.
Lore is inside, napping on the sofa in the library.
The man staggers slightly. "Oh hell son. Let's not do this." he says, cracking his neck.
Theren walks in with a bag of toys. He gently shakes her awake. "Morning sleepyhead."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Malafasa sets her two right arms on the table and sits down.
“Sewing up some corpse parts to make a demon. I have a custom way of designing my minions, y’see.”
He smiles at them, taking the hands in his own "Here's hoping I don't embarrass myself too much." He mutters some words before beginning. Athletics:22
She doesn't seem all too surprised "Oh, my tribe used to have something like that mentioned in our religious texts."
Athletics: 17
Rio’s a bit intrigued. “Hm? What would that be? I hadn’t been in this land for the past 900 years, so it’d have to be someone else…”
It's tougher than the rest, but John manages to win "Huh, that was good."
She shrugs "I don't remember much of them, I never was interested, and now the rest of by clan is wiped out so unless you have some other way to look, we'll never know."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
Isaac sits down at the table next to his. Taking several lenses and assorted metal parts out of his back, he pulls out a journal with pages sticking out every which way and begins flipping through it
"Artificer?" The man asks, not looking up from his work or even looking I er at them.
"yep. got a client that i'm doing work for at the moment"
"Mn, interesting I suppose." he said.
"it's more tedious than anything. not sure how close I am to being done with it anyway"
"Keep trying, better than giving up."
"especially with this client. though I don't have a lot of info to work with for the project, which the client thankfully understands"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
Thirteen is close by, writing contemplatively, Caramel on his shoulder.
Riotan comes over, a bit confused but always down for violence.
Suhou scampers over, very interested in the food.
"Wizard?" The man asks, not looking up from his paperwork or even turning to Thirteen.
"TAKE MY FRIGGIN PICTURE AGAIN YOU STUPID ARSE GOBSHITE!" Samaritan snarls and kicks the man hard. He snatches the camera and shatters it and the memory card.
Kelipso raises a brow and hands them a slice "Hey there."
“Mhm.” He nods casually.
“Want me to help?” Rio offers.
The little bunyip makes a happy noise and devours it.
"Mn, what branch?" He asks.
"No. Its fine.." He grumbles "Dont want you getting hurt."
Kelipso chuckles and smiles "Im Kelipso, who're you?"
“Necromancy. If you’re an ecologist, you might’ve heard of me before.”
“Pfffft. A barely conscious humanoid with broken teeth can’t hurt me.”
Suhou peers up at them with wide, shining eyes. Suhou. I’m a river spirit.
"Biologist, Ecologist. Whatever you want to call it. And no, I don't think I have." He said casually.
"Bloody (GP) took a picture of my face when my mask was off. I tend to keep it on so people taking photos of it really strike me bad. Plus, found out he works for a journalism group. Was planning to put it in the papers."
"Hmm, I understand. I suppose that's a fair enough reason to beat him to a bloody pulp. I can't be one to judge, I've killed for less." He says, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders "I love how this place has a high roof."
*Ya gonna reply on the pm soon? I can wait, just want to know.*
*It may be a moment or two, I'm sorry, I am juggling work, rp, and my boss rn.*
"Built for myself in mind, considering were the same height, should work out for you as well." He shrugged.
*No no no, you're busy, no need to apologize to some inpatient punk. Take your time.*
"It's just good to not have to squat or sit down to go inside of a building. How has everything been for you my friend? Other than-" He points back to the man Merabelle has finished mauling.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I like to think that these two fought to a standstill. Neither able to win*
"Im sure it will. And Oliver seemed to accept my apology."
*I like to think the same, neither one could get the full advantage over the other.*
"I wouldn't want my son ta be resentful, so I'm happy ta hear it."
*YESSS. Also. I have created my new character. Who could I nab to test him on?*
He nods with a smile.
*That depends. Fight or chat? Chat, then probably Rag, Fight, I want to test out the new Sparrow.*
She smiles back with all her miss matches fangs.
*Fight*
He tilts his head. "By the way, if you'd like me to, I could see if Oliver is truly possessed."
*This is going to be fun, he wont even use his gun.*
Sparrow is shadow boxing, his fists wrapped and his paladin aura glowing softly on his body.
She raises an eyebrow "I already know he's possessed, I want ta know by what, if ya can do that I'd love the help."
A man, maybe about 38, is walking down the street towards them. He has a gas mask over his face, short dirty blonde hair, black cargo pants, a leather jacket, and a brown shirt on. He wears old leather combat boots and has a backpack on his back. In his hand is a pistol and attached to the side of the bag is a rifle and a shotgun. On the other side of the bag is a metal pipe.
"I can do my best. might even be able to exorcise it."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
A gunshot echos through the air. A man, maybe about 38, is walking down the street towards them. He has a gas mask over his face, short dirty blonde hair, black cargo pants, a leather jacket, and a brown shrirt on. He wears old leather combat boots and has a backpack on his back. In his hand is a pistol and attached to the side of the bag is a rifle and a shotgun.
Samaritan stands up, his own gun forming in his hand like a roaring flame. He pulls back the hammer and grumbles "beat it arse."
The man shoves the pistol in his back pocket, still walking forward. "Let's try to settle this civilly eh? No need for all this violence."
*Also, could we do Lore and Theren as well? Is oki if not*
That earns him a direct sock to the jaw (STR: 36) as Samaritan huffs "Told ya not to get involved." He snarls.
Lore is inside, napping on the sofa in the library.
The man staggers slightly. "Oh hell son. Let's not do this." he says, cracking his neck.
Theren walks in with a bag of toys. He gently shakes her awake. "Morning sleepyhead."
"You started it arsehole." he grumbles. As if from hell itself, he suddenly grabs the man by the collar and headbutts him. STR: 30
"Bloody (GP) took a picture of my face when my mask was off. I tend to keep it on so people taking photos of it really strike me bad. Plus, found out he works for a journalism group. Was planning to put it in the papers."
"Hmm, I understand. I suppose that's a fair enough reason to beat him to a bloody pulp. I can't be one to judge, I've killed for less." He says, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders "I love how this place has a high roof."
*Ya gonna reply on the pm soon? I can wait, just want to know.*
*It may be a moment or two, I'm sorry, I am juggling work, rp, and my boss rn.*
"Built for myself in mind, considering were the same height, should work out for you as well." He shrugged.
*No no no, you're busy, no need to apologize to some inpatient punk. Take your time.*
"It's just good to not have to squat or sit down to go inside of a building. How has everything been for you my friend? Other than-" He points back to the man Merabelle has finished mauling.
*If you are impatient, than so am I. We can be punks together.*
"Mn, bad. This plus the fact that I have an up and coming trial to divorce my husband.. its fresh hell."
Malafasa sets her two right arms on the table and sits down.
“Sewing up some corpse parts to make a demon. I have a custom way of designing my minions, y’see.”
He smiles at them, taking the hands in his own "Here's hoping I don't embarrass myself too much." He mutters some words before beginning. Athletics:22
She doesn't seem all too surprised "Oh, my tribe used to have something like that mentioned in our religious texts."
Athletics: 17
Rio’s a bit intrigued. “Hm? What would that be? I hadn’t been in this land for the past 900 years, so it’d have to be someone else…”
It's tougher than the rest, but John manages to win "Huh, that was good."
She shrugs "I don't remember much of them, I never was interested, and now the rest of by clan is wiped out so unless you have some other way to look, we'll never know."
Mala now just looks agitated. She nods and goes back to her prior position.
“Oh?”
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
A gunshot echos through the air. A man, maybe about 38, is walking down the street towards them. He has a gas mask over his face, short dirty blonde hair, black cargo pants, a leather jacket, and a brown shrirt on. He wears old leather combat boots and has a backpack on his back. In his hand is a pistol and attached to the side of the bag is a rifle and a shotgun.
Samaritan stands up, his own gun forming in his hand like a roaring flame. He pulls back the hammer and grumbles "beat it arse."
The man shoves the pistol in his back pocket, still walking forward. "Let's try to settle this civilly eh? No need for all this violence."
*Also, could we do Lore and Theren as well? Is oki if not*
That earns him a direct sock to the jaw (STR: 36) as Samaritan huffs "Told ya not to get involved." He snarls.
Lore is inside, napping on the sofa in the library.
The man staggers slightly. "Oh hell son. Let's not do this." he says, cracking his neck.
Theren walks in with a bag of toys. He gently shakes her awake. "Morning sleepyhead."
"You started it arsehole." he grumbles. As if from hell itself, he suddenly grabs the man by the collar and headbutts him. STR: 35
She opens and eye and smiles "Hey.."
He greets him with the exact same move. STR: 15
"how are ya sweetheart?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I like to think that these two fought to a standstill. Neither able to win*
"Im sure it will. And Oliver seemed to accept my apology."
*I like to think the same, neither one could get the full advantage over the other.*
"I wouldn't want my son ta be resentful, so I'm happy ta hear it."
*YESSS. Also. I have created my new character. Who could I nab to test him on?*
He nods with a smile.
*That depends. Fight or chat? Chat, then probably Rag, Fight, I want to test out the new Sparrow.*
She smiles back with all her miss matches fangs.
*Fight*
He tilts his head. "By the way, if you'd like me to, I could see if Oliver is truly possessed."
*This is going to be fun, he wont even use his gun.*
Sparrow is shadow boxing, his fists wrapped and his paladin aura glowing softly on his body.
She raises an eyebrow "I already know he's possessed, I want ta know by what, if ya can do that I'd love the help."
A man, maybe about 38, is walking down the street towards them. He has a gas mask over his face, short dirty blonde hair, black cargo pants, a leather jacket, and a brown shirt on. He wears old leather combat boots and has a backpack on his back. In his hand is a pistol and attached to the side of the bag is a rifle and a shotgun. On the other side of the bag is a metal pipe.
"I can do my best. might even be able to exorcise it."
Sparrow nods to them respectfully, tipping his hat to them and lowering his fists. Rosemary sits glowing at his side, sitting in the holster "Howdy pardner."
"If ya can get anywhere close I'd be nothin' but thankful. Really, thank ya Theren."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
A man, somewhere in his middle age, is sitting at a booth near the window in the tavern. He appears to have multiple piles of paper on the wooden surface of the table, books, parchment, a spellbook, pots of ink and a pen, and a a map of sorts. He wears a white lab coat, a black cable knit turtleneck, and a pair of blue jeans, and a heavy looking pair of black boots. He wears a plain black mask over his nose and mouth, as if shielding them from view as he works, his head down and nose the grindstone as he writes in a notebook.
The door to Samaritan's restaurant is suddenly locked open as a young man carrying a camera runs out in haste. Samaritan is quick to follow, burning like a man set on fire as he chases the man down and pins him to the ground. Instantly, fists start flying as Samaritan beats the man's face into a bloody broken mess. The man cries and screams for help but Samaritan workers, Brax included, watch from the doorway, cheering Samaritan on.
Kelipso is back and munching on some vegetarian pizza for breakfast. Gordon sits beside him on the floor, begging for scraps from his friend. Kelipso occasionally gives him a bite or two but is quick to pick off any vegetables he knows his buddy doesn't like or could get sick from.
Isaac sits down at the table next to his. Taking several lenses and assorted metal parts out of his back, he pulls out a journal with pages sticking out every which way and begins flipping through it
"Artificer?" The man asks, not looking up from his work or even looking I er at them.
"yep. got a client that i'm doing work for at the moment"
"Mn, interesting I suppose." he said.
"it's more tedious than anything. not sure how close I am to being done with it anyway"
"Keep trying, better than giving up."
"especially with this client. though I don't have a lot of info to work with for the project, which the client thankfully understands"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"Bloody (GP) took a picture of my face when my mask was off. I tend to keep it on so people taking photos of it really strike me bad. Plus, found out he works for a journalism group. Was planning to put it in the papers."
"Hmm, I understand. I suppose that's a fair enough reason to beat him to a bloody pulp. I can't be one to judge, I've killed for less." He says, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders "I love how this place has a high roof."
*Ya gonna reply on the pm soon? I can wait, just want to know.*
*It may be a moment or two, I'm sorry, I am juggling work, rp, and my boss rn.*
"Built for myself in mind, considering were the same height, should work out for you as well." He shrugged.
*No no no, you're busy, no need to apologize to some inpatient punk. Take your time.*
"It's just good to not have to squat or sit down to go inside of a building. How has everything been for you my friend? Other than-" He points back to the man Merabelle has finished mauling.
*If you are impatient, than so am I. We can be punks together.*
"Mn, bad. This plus the fact that I have an up and coming trial to divorce my husband.. its fresh hell."
*I down to be punks together.*
"That sounds about right, I hope all goes well, and if it doesn't, I'll try to assassinate your husband for you."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Pyramid Head-style psychological horror monster, but they've gained partial independence from their original victim/creator. Now they struggle with their own guilt for what they've done, and are hunting down the one that spawned them to finally end this nightmare and be free from tormenting this loser.*
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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That earns him a direct sock to the jaw (STR: 25) as Samaritan huffs "Told ya not to get involved." He snarls.
Lore is inside, napping on the sofa in the library.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*That depends. Fight or chat? Chat, then probably Rag, Fight, I want to test out the new Sparrow.*
She smiles back with all her miss matches fangs.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Necromancy. If you’re an ecologist, you might’ve heard of me before.”
“Pfffft. A barely conscious humanoid with broken teeth can’t hurt me.”
Suhou peers up at them with wide, shining eyes. Suhou. I’m a river spirit.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*It may be a moment or two, I'm sorry, I am juggling work, rp, and my boss rn.*
"Built for myself in mind, considering were the same height, should work out for you as well." He shrugged.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The man staggers slightly. "Oh hell son. Let's not do this." he says, cracking his neck.
Theren walks in with a bag of toys. He gently shakes her awake. "Morning sleepyhead."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It's tougher than the rest, but John manages to win "Huh, that was good."
She shrugs "I don't remember much of them, I never was interested, and now the rest of by clan is wiped out so unless you have some other way to look, we'll never know."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"especially with this client. though I don't have a lot of info to work with for the project, which the client thankfully understands"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Fight*
He tilts his head. "By the way, if you'd like me to, I could see if Oliver is truly possessed."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Biologist, Ecologist. Whatever you want to call it. And no, I don't think I have." He said casually.
"True." he gestures towards the man.
"Pleasure to meet ya!" he chirps.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*No no no, you're busy, no need to apologize to some inpatient punk. Take your time.*
"It's just good to not have to squat or sit down to go inside of a building. How has everything been for you my friend? Other than-" He points back to the man Merabelle has finished mauling.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*This is going to be fun, he wont even use his gun.*
Sparrow is shadow boxing, his fists wrapped and his paladin aura glowing softly on his body.
She raises an eyebrow "I already know he's possessed, I want ta know by what, if ya can do that I'd love the help."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
A man, maybe about 38, is walking down the street towards them. He has a gas mask over his face, short dirty blonde hair, black cargo pants, a leather jacket, and a brown shirt on. He wears old leather combat boots and has a backpack on his back. In his hand is a pistol and attached to the side of the bag is a rifle and a shotgun. On the other side of the bag is a metal pipe.
"I can do my best. might even be able to exorcise it."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You started it arsehole." he grumbles. As if from hell itself, he suddenly grabs the man by the collar and headbutts him. STR: 30
She opens and eye and smiles "Hey.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*If you are impatient, than so am I. We can be punks together.*
"Mn, bad. This plus the fact that I have an up and coming trial to divorce my husband.. its fresh hell."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Mala now just looks agitated. She nods and goes back to her prior position.
“Oh?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He greets him with the exact same move. STR: 15
"how are ya sweetheart?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sparrow nods to them respectfully, tipping his hat to them and lowering his fists. Rosemary sits glowing at his side, sitting in the holster "Howdy pardner."
"If ya can get anywhere close I'd be nothin' but thankful. Really, thank ya Theren."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I down to be punks together.*
"That sounds about right, I hope all goes well, and if it doesn't, I'll try to assassinate your husband for you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Pyramid Head-style psychological horror monster, but they've gained partial independence from their original victim/creator. Now they struggle with their own guilt for what they've done, and are hunting down the one that spawned them to finally end this nightmare and be free from tormenting this loser.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels