"I didn't say I was going to kill you." He chuckles, beginning to walk away "Watch your back, beast."
"Watch your own."
(Good place to end? Want anyone else?)
*Sure*
A Aasimar in a trenchcoat, plain brown clothes, a brown wizard hat, and brown steel toed boots is sitting in the library. He looks to be in his late 40s, drinking a cup of black coffee, and writing in what resembles both a spell book and a medical journal. His eyes are tired, having bags underneath like he hasn't slept in days, he mutters to himself about something.
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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 didn't say I was going to kill you." He chuckles, beginning to walk away "Watch your back, beast."
"Watch your own."
(Good place to end? Want anyone else?)
*Sure*
A Aasimar in a trenchcoat, plain brown clothes, a brown wizard hat, and brown steel toed boots is sitting in the library. He looks to be in his late 40s, drinking a cup of black coffee, and writing in what resembles both a spell book and a medical journal. His eyes are tired, having bags underneath like he hasn't slept in days, he mutters to himself about something.
Phoenix is humming to himself as he stylized the cover of his scrapbook
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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 didn't say I was going to kill you." He chuckles, beginning to walk away "Watch your back, beast."
"Watch your own."
(Good place to end? Want anyone else?)
*Sure*
A Aasimar in a trenchcoat, plain brown clothes, a brown wizard hat, and brown steel toed boots is sitting in the library. He looks to be in his late 40s, drinking a cup of black coffee, and writing in what resembles both a spell book and a medical journal. His eyes are tired, having bags underneath like he hasn't slept in days, he mutters to himself about something.
Phoenix is humming to himself as he stylized the cover of his scrapbook
He looks up from his journal, putting down his quill and looking at Phoenix, squinting for a moment "Phoenix?" He says in a gruff, tired voice.
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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 didn't say I was going to kill you." He chuckles, beginning to walk away "Watch your back, beast."
"Watch your own."
(Good place to end? Want anyone else?)
*Sure*
A Aasimar in a trenchcoat, plain brown clothes, a brown wizard hat, and brown steel toed boots is sitting in the library. He looks to be in his late 40s, drinking a cup of black coffee, and writing in what resembles both a spell book and a medical journal. His eyes are tired, having bags underneath like he hasn't slept in days, he mutters to himself about something.
Phoenix is humming to himself as he stylized the cover of his scrapbook
He looks up from his journal, putting down his quill and looking at Phoenix, squinting for a moment "Phoenix?" He says in a gruff, tired voice.
He rocks in his chair like a little kid, writing in gold.
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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.
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
*-shakes- NAUR!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Watch your own."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Good place to end? Want anyone else?)
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.)
*Sure*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good thing I’m not in the universe*
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 Aasimar in a trenchcoat, plain brown clothes, a brown wizard hat, and brown steel toed boots is sitting in the library. He looks to be in his late 40s, drinking a cup of black coffee, and writing in what resembles both a spell book and a medical journal. His eyes are tired, having bags underneath like he hasn't slept in days, he mutters to himself about something.
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.)
“Whoa!” She quickly raises her weapons, on guard.
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.
*Jobah? Could I have the slightest crumb of rp with you? Pretty please?*
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.)
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
*without question. All you have to do is ask*
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.
Phoenix is humming to himself as he stylized the cover of his scrapbook
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There is a sickening crunch as half of his body drops to the ground in front of her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*IMPOSSIBLE!!! (Gets absorbed into the implosion.)*
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.)
*WWAGGGGHHHH*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Would it be okay with you if you choose some of the people?*
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.)
*I'm sitting far away munching on popcorn*
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He looks up from his journal, putting down his quill and looking at Phoenix, squinting for a moment "Phoenix?" He says in a gruff, tired voice.
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 rocks in his chair like a little kid, writing in gold.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Stellaris?)
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
*ooh, pretty*
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.