*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."
"Hello." the man says through the mask, his hand hovering over his holster.
He nods and bows slightly
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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: 35
She opens and eye and smiles "Hey.."
He greets him with the exact same move. STR: 25
"how are ya sweetheart?"
Samaritan ends up winning against the attack and the man takes 18 force damage and 17 fire damage.
"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."
"Don't. I cannot stress that enough." He said "If he ends up dead, I can't take anything as it looks like I killed him."
*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.*
*Also, I'm almost done with Austin Syrupsoft, the ex-mafioso who just wants to live in peace and sell soda.*
*Actually, I could combine these two ideas... hmm...*
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.
"True." he gestures towards the man.
"Pleasure to meet ya!" he chirps.
“I see. You’ve never read any scientific journals with an ‘XIII’ in gilded elegant font on the bottom of the front cover?”
Riotan leans over him and plunges his head towards the man’s chest. His mouth is spread fully to a 180-degree angle and every single one of his teeth sink into the man’s pectorals. When he lifts his head, the man’s entire upper torso has melted into twisted, charred viscera.
And you as well! Thank you for your offering…
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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.
Samaritan ends up winning against the attack and the man takes 18 force damage and 17 fire damage.
"I am okay.." she said, rubbing her eyes.
"Son of a-" he then swings hard. Attack: 29 Damage: 19 Attack: 28 Damage: 28
"That's good...where are the kids? I got them some late Christmas presents."
They both hit but don't do a lot of damage to him. As he lands a hit, he is going to take 23 for each hit. Samaritan chuckles as suddenly, his body seems to heal before the man's eyes (Heal: 10)
"You dumb (GP)" he then summons his maul and swings. (Hit: 36 Damage: 27 Force damage and 24 Fire damage)
"Harmonia is downstairs and Soul is outside.." she yawns
"especially with this client. though I don't have a lot of info to work with for the project, which the client thankfully understands"
"That is good." he said and looks up from his work.
Isaac is looking over a diagram "i'm thankful for it"
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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
Samaritan ends up winning against the attack and the man takes 18 force damage and 17 fire damage.
"I am okay.." she said, rubbing her eyes.
"Son of a-" he then swings hard. Attack: 29 Damage: 19 Attack: 28 Damage: 28
"That's good...where are the kids? I got them some late Christmas presents."
They both hit but don't do a lot of damage to him. As he lands a hit, he is going to take 23 for each hit. Samaritan chuckles as suddenly, his body seems to heal before the man's eyes (Heal: 10)
"You dumb (GP)" he then summons his maul and swings. (Hit: 36 Damage: 27 Force damage and 24 Fire damage)
"Harmonia is downstairs and Soul is outside.." she yawns
The man tanks the hit, standing up and quick drawing his pistol. "I don't wanna fight you idiot." he snarls. He clicks off the safety and aims for their head. "Let's talk this out, alright?"
He nods. "And the third? Where is the little guy?"
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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.
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.
"True." he gestures towards the man.
"Pleasure to meet ya!" he chirps.
“I see. You’ve never read any scientific journals with an ‘XIII’ in gilded elegant font on the bottom of the front cover?”
Riotan leans over him and plunges his head towards the man’s chest. His mouth is spread fully to a 180-degree angle and every single one of his teeth sink into the man’s pectorals. When he lifts his head, the man’s entire upper torso has melted into twisted, charred viscera.
And you as well! Thank you for your offering…
"No." He said and looks up from his work, the sound of him looking at his books for the mark but there is nothing.
Samaritan watches for a moment before chuckling "Thats terrifying."
"Ah come on, I cheated the first time. Let's try again." He holds out his arm, offering again.
"It's not that important though."
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.)
"Hello." the man says through the mask, his hand hovering over his holster.
He nods and bows slightly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Samaritan ends up winning against the attack and the man takes 18 force damage and 17 fire damage.
"I am okay.." she said, rubbing her eyes.
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 is good." he said and looks up from his work.
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
"Son of a-" he then swings hard. Attack: 23 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll. Attack: 15 Damage: 20
"That's good...where are the kids? I got them some late Christmas presents."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Don't. I cannot stress that enough." He said "If he ends up dead, I can't take anything as it looks like I killed him."
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
He raises an eyebrow, his own hand shooting to grab Rosemary, but not pull it out of it's holster "Looks like yer tryin' ta fight somebody pardner."
She returns it with a small curtsy before going back to working.
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.)
He crosses his arms, sighing and tapping his foot "But he's a [gp], he has to have a lot more enemies than just you. I won't, I swear."
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.)
"You lived as long as me, you'd know not to trust strangers." he says cautiously.
"I'll drop by your cave later to check out Oliver."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Also, I'm almost done with Austin Syrupsoft, the ex-mafioso who just wants to live in peace and sell soda.*
*Actually, I could combine these two ideas... hmm...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I see. You’ve never read any scientific journals with an ‘XIII’ in gilded elegant font on the bottom of the front cover?”
Riotan leans over him and plunges his head towards the man’s chest. His mouth is spread fully to a 180-degree angle and every single one of his teeth sink into the man’s pectorals. When he lifts his head, the man’s entire upper torso has melted into twisted, charred viscera.
And you as well! Thank you for your offering…
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.
"Law o' the QuickDraw huh? Then better draw quick pardner." He says, his eyes glowing with old instincts Init:18
She waves to them "See ya then pardner. Hope ya can banish 'em."
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.)
They both hit but don't do a lot of damage to him. As he lands a hit, he is going to take 23 for each hit. Samaritan chuckles as suddenly, his body seems to heal before the man's eyes (Heal: 10)
"You dumb (GP)" he then summons his maul and swings. (Hit: 36 Damage: 27 Force damage and 24 Fire damage)
"Harmonia is downstairs and Soul is outside.." she yawns
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
"Maybe you just watch the hands kid." Init: 18
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Isaac is looking over a diagram "i'm thankful for it"
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 know." he sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose "But thank you for the offer."
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
*Good place to end for the other rp so we can focus on the combat?*
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.)
The man tanks the hit, standing up and quick drawing his pistol. "I don't wanna fight you idiot." he snarls. He clicks off the safety and aims for their head. "Let's talk this out, alright?"
He nods. "And the third? Where is the little guy?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No." He said and looks up from his work, the sound of him looking at his books for the mark but there is nothing.
Samaritan watches for a moment before chuckling "Thats terrifying."
"Offering?" he tilts his head.
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 ever need help with something, you know you can call me." He says, patting their shoulder.
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.)