He nods. "Cool name, brah. You look like you've been in a scrap or two. Heard this was a wild neighborhood, and I'm glad to see some confirmation." He smiles. "So, any rock joints 'round here?"
His eyes immediately open. He flicks a pudgy finger and the door opens. Jack is pulled inside, the telekinetic grasp keeping him from tripping or spilling the coffee.
He shakes his head. "These scars? No, not a scrap.. it's.. kinda, nevermind- I don't know, I quit playing gigs a long time ago."
He chuckles. "Good to see you too, bud. How's it going?"
"Ah, sorry." He takes off his glasses, revealing pale pink eyes. He squints in the light. "So, I'm a missionary in a sense. Tryn'a spread some awareness and hope 'round here. Thought I should take a look at the street level first before I go looking for major trouble."
"It's going." He murmurs, sitting up. "How about you? Still pursuing a hot semi-ancient malevolence?"
"Ah, sorry." He takes off his glasses, revealing pale pink eyes. He squints in the light. "So, I'm a missionary in a sense. Tryn'a spread some awareness and hope 'round here. Thought I should take a look at the street level first before I go looking for major trouble."
"It's going." He murmurs, sitting up. "How about you? Still pursuing a hot semi-ancient malevolence?"
"Awareness of?" he tilts his head, folding his arms together.
He sits next to Podmorski, offering them one of the mugs. "If you mean you, then yes."
"Whatever I can. I support a lot of causes. Right now I'm looking for a local one. But while I look, I've got a god to care for. Ever heard of Gorgiro?"
He takes it and sips it. "As expected. A questionable course of action, but not an unwelcome one."
"Whatever I can. I support a lot of causes. Right now I'm looking for a local one. But while I look, I've got a god to care for. Ever heard of Gorgiro?"
He takes it and sips it. "As expected. A questionable course of action, but not an unwelcome one."
"No, I haven't. Are they a deity?"
"Oh, please. you were clinging to me last time I was here." he leans into pod, humming softly.
He puts his glasses back on. "Yup. Barely. He's piggybacking on me right now. He's kind of a symbiote. He gets my service as a paladin, I get my legs and this neat coat."
He leans back, his body partially enveloping Jack. "Doesn't make you any less insane, snuggle toy."
*Elves*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That sounds absolutely lovely. I wish I could see them, but I’m probably going to leave after 30 minutes.*
*The Legion.*
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
*explainify, Kind sir.*
"Ah, sorry." He takes off his glasses, revealing pale pink eyes. He squints in the light. "So, I'm a missionary in a sense. Tryn'a spread some awareness and hope 'round here. Thought I should take a look at the street level first before I go looking for major trouble."
"It's going." He murmurs, sitting up. "How about you? Still pursuing a hot semi-ancient malevolence?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*You've heard the origins of ghouls, right? It was basically a zombie apocalypse caused by some elven punks who worshipped Orcus.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*indeed I have, and you have an idea relating to that?*
*Run run run as fast as you can, you can't catch me-*
*(squeaks as I'm stabbed a thousand times)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Just some vague thoughts, not an entire plotline yet.*
*Carry on, Aengus.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I keep playing them despite how much I hate them.*
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
"Whatever I can. I support a lot of causes. Right now I'm looking for a local one. But while I look, I've got a god to care for. Ever heard of Gorgiro?"
He takes it and sips it. "As expected. A questionable course of action, but not an unwelcome one."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*A microcosm of DBD itself*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*?*
He puts his glasses back on. "Yup. Barely. He's piggybacking on me right now. He's kind of a symbiote. He gets my service as a paladin, I get my legs and this neat coat."
He leans back, his body partially enveloping Jack. "Doesn't make you any less insane, snuggle toy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Indeed, friend!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hmm… thank you for the potential inspiration*
*Well crap, I’ve got as good to bed too, I’ll be on early tomorrow, love yall, take care.*