*Hello, i am back from my weird little pilgramige*
*Welcome back!!!*
*Hi :D*
*Wanna rp?*
*I'm up for that*
*here ye go*
Theren is a whirlwind of death and destruction as he throws a cultist through a tree. Another tries to stab him but misses as Theren suplexes him with a roar of rage.
Leo is a mess as he works on a new schematic, having gotten no sleep for the past two nights. A coffee pot is brewing a new batch of coffee as he scribbles on some paper.
X is walking down the street, munching on a cinnamon roll he bought from a pastry shop. His metallic legs clink lightly with each step.
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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.
*Hello, i am back from my weird little pilgramige*
*Welcome back!!!*
*Hi :D*
*Wanna rp?*
*I'm up for that*
*here ye go*
Theren is a whirlwind of death and destruction as he throws a cultist through a tree. Another tries to stab him but misses as Theren suplexes him with a roar of rage.
Leo is a mess as he works on a new schematic, having gotten no sleep for the past two nights. A coffee pot is brewing a new batch of coffee as he scribbles on some paper.
X is walking down the street, munching on a cinnamon roll he bought from a pastry shop. His metallic legs clink lightly with each step.
*Hmmm, i've got around 1 guy rn :>*
Someone is watching from nearby as he demolishes cultists
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He shrinks a bit, crumbling into her arms
X shakes it off, extending a hand. "Hop on. Piggyback ride time."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles softly at that, running a hand through his hair, “Finish up, now dear.”
She takes the hand, climbing onto their back and smiling down at them.
He passes out instead.
He moves quickly, getting them someplace safe.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hello, i am back from my weird little pilgramige*
*Its good to have you back, Alaric.*
*Welcome back!!!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She sighs, picking them up and taking them to bed. She begins being productive, doing what she can around the house.
She looks down to them, confused. Someone seems to be following after them, unseen as the run.
Hours later he wakes up groggily, looking around.
His spine lights up, making them move faster. "Hold on sis..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hi frend*
*Hi :D*
Ana seems to be sitting on the couch and talking to someone who looks like an identical, older version of her over tea.
They are able to outpace whatever is following after them, she holds out, noticing the sis part, but liking it.
*How are you doing? How have you been?*
*Wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Leo rubs his eyes, grumbling about his shoulder.
They eventually end up on a roof, standing still. He sets her down and pulls out his pistol, his robotic eye scanning for the person
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I am ok, gonna basically hit the reset button on my existence >:3*
*I'm up for that*
*here ye go*
Theren is a whirlwind of death and destruction as he throws a cultist through a tree. Another tries to stab him but misses as Theren suplexes him with a roar of rage.
Leo is a mess as he works on a new schematic, having gotten no sleep for the past two nights. A coffee pot is brewing a new batch of coffee as he scribbles on some paper.
X is walking down the street, munching on a cinnamon roll he bought from a pastry shop. His metallic legs clink lightly with each step.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Both of them turn over to him and smile, looking down at him.
She sees their alertness, taking out her longsword in response. As far as they can tell, whoever tried to kill them with that grenade is long gone.
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.)
*Hmm, interesting, good to hear that you're okay, I worry about 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.)
*Hmmm, i've got around 1 guy rn :>*
Someone is watching from nearby as he demolishes cultists