"Oh, I don't know them. They're just resting right now. One is just passing through, while the other is looking for a boyfriend." Vultures circle overhead. "Wanna get something to eat?"
"Sure? I heard there's this new chef here"
"Cool! I wonder if they make a good apple pie..." He hops up on the base of a streetlight and spins around on it a couple times.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Can you imagine? Living your life, constantly worrying and working? God.. then again, he has nothing to do with it...
A man stands outside the tavern, leaning against the side by the door. He wears a long black jacket, the hem barely hitting the ground. They are tall, extremely tall, nearly 8 feet. They seem to have extremely long black hair with a single white streak in it, unkept and ragged. They wear a mask over their face, pure plain black with no eyeholes or mouthhole. In a clawed hand, the sharp nails painted black, they hold a lit cigarette between their first and middle finger which, for both hands, are decorated in silvery rings studded with red gems.
They lift up their mask, barely, taking a drag from their cigarette and exhaling a cloud of red smoke from their mouth.
*FRIEND! [Tackle hug]*
*I have returned to existing, how are you?*
*F R I E N D*
*I WAS CONCERNED -*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Oh, I don't know them. They're just resting right now. One is just passing through, while the other is looking for a boyfriend." Vultures circle overhead. "Wanna get something to eat?"
"Sure? I heard there's this new chef here"
"Cool! I wonder if they make a good apple pie..." He hops up on the base of a streetlight and spins around on it a couple times.
She wanders off to Chef Grumble, the chef who focuses on making monsters into meals
Pimento is sitting outside of an abandoned building, leaning against it as he brushes his hair with a knife comb, his slitted eyes watching those who pass, his wings resting at his sides.
He notices a catlike person with white bloodstained tanktop, a sci-fi looking rusted metal bag, half of the person's fur is greenish though greyed, and the other half a dark blueish purple, the purple having a metal eye with an orange glass lens. The other half has a normal cat eye. They are rather muscular, and have a rusted turret tied to their arm, and a metal, rusted mask covering their mouth with wires full of their blood in it, and they have jogging pants and a belt.
He looks over to them with a tilted head, cracking a little bit of a sharp toothed smile. He nods to them respectfully, gesturing them over to stand next to them, putting one of his other knives away.
The person waves to them, speaking in a raspy voice, one deep and clearly worried about something. "Hello. What might your name be?"
He raises an eyebrow, “What’s up with you? Somebody spook ya or somethin’?” Hes got that greaser style accent “I’m Pimento. An’ whoever you?”
Uriel is out in a battlefield, combing through the remains of the dead, offering prayers up as he goes, dressed in a type of priest outfit
A catlike person (with white bloodstained tanktop, a sci-fi looking rusted metal bag, half of the person's fur is greenish though greyed, and the other half a dark blueish purple, the purple having a metal eye with an orange glass lens. The other half has a normal cat eye. They are rather muscular, and have a rusted turret tied to their arm, and a metal, rusted mask covering their mouth with wires full of their blood in it, and they have jogging pants and a belt.) walks over to them
They tilt their head at the approaching cat, "Hello, may I help you?"
They speak in a raspy, deep voice, looking at the battlefield "This... it's a shame the world has come to this..."
Thirteen is beginning to panic. He's started to exhaust his archive of books.
Mauric is hunting for piercers in the nocturnal forest.
Loriche is making all kinds of paraphernalia.
Riotan is roaming the town, looking for weaknesses.
(others available)
Behind Riotan, he feels a presence. "Well well well!... Never thought I'd see a demon lord killer!" A tall figure stands behind him, wearing a plain mask with no eyeholes and no mouthhole. His hair is long and unkept, black with a single streak of white.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Can you imagine? Living your life, constantly worrying and working? God.. then again, he has nothing to do with it...
A man stands outside the tavern, leaning against the side by the door. He wears a long black jacket, the hem barely hitting the ground. They are tall, extremely tall, nearly 8 feet. They seem to have extremely long black hair with a single white streak in it, unkept and ragged. They wear a mask over their face, pure plain black with no eyeholes or mouthhole. In a clawed hand, the sharp nails painted black, they hold a lit cigarette between their first and middle finger which, for both hands, are decorated in silvery rings studded with red gems.
They lift up their mask, barely, taking a drag from their cigarette and exhaling a cloud of red smoke from their mouth.
Pimento is sitting outside of an abandoned building, leaning against it as he brushes his hair with a knife comb, his slitted eyes watching those who pass, his wings resting at his sides.
He notices a catlike person with white bloodstained tanktop, a sci-fi looking rusted metal bag, half of the person's fur is greenish though greyed, and the other half a dark blueish purple, the purple having a metal eye with an orange glass lens. The other half has a normal cat eye. They are rather muscular, and have a rusted turret tied to their arm, and a metal, rusted mask covering their mouth with wires full of their blood in it, and they have jogging pants and a belt.
He looks over to them with a tilted head, cracking a little bit of a sharp toothed smile. He nods to them respectfully, gesturing them over to stand next to them, putting one of his other knives away.
The person waves to them, speaking in a raspy voice, one deep and clearly worried about something. "Hello. What might your name be?"
He raises an eyebrow, “What’s up with you? Somebody spook ya or somethin’?” Hes got that greaser style accent “I’m Pimento. An’ whoever you?”
"I have a rather... stupid name; my name is Muddy" She sighs "So, what do you do here, PImento"
Can you imagine? Living your life, constantly worrying and working? God.. then again, he has nothing to do with it...
A man stands outside the tavern, leaning against the side by the door. He wears a long black jacket, the hem barely hitting the ground. They are tall, extremely tall, nearly 8 feet. They seem to have extremely long black hair with a single white streak in it, unkept and ragged. They wear a mask over their face, pure plain black with no eyeholes or mouthhole. In a clawed hand, the sharp nails painted black, they hold a lit cigarette between their first and middle finger which, for both hands, are decorated in silvery rings studded with red gems.
They lift up their mask, barely, taking a drag from their cigarette and exhaling a cloud of red smoke from their mouth.
*FRIEND! [Tackle hug]*
*I have returned to existing, how are you?*
*F R I E N D*
*I WAS CONCERNED -*
*I'm sorry for worrying you, but I'm back:>*
*Glad to have you back my friend. We have a lot to discuss.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Thirteen is beginning to panic. He's started to exhaust his archive of books.
Mauric is hunting for piercers in the nocturnal forest.
Loriche is making all kinds of paraphernalia.
Riotan is roaming the town, looking for weaknesses.
(others available)
Behind Riotan, he feels a presence. "Well well well!... Never thought I'd see a demon lord killer!" A tall figure stands behind him, wearing a plain mask with no eyeholes and no mouthhole. His hair is long and unkept, black with a single streak of white.
He turns around quickly. "Hello!"
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Uriel is out in a battlefield, combing through the remains of the dead, offering prayers up as he goes, dressed in a type of priest outfit
A catlike person (with white bloodstained tanktop, a sci-fi looking rusted metal bag, half of the person's fur is greenish though greyed, and the other half a dark blueish purple, the purple having a metal eye with an orange glass lens. The other half has a normal cat eye. They are rather muscular, and have a rusted turret tied to their arm, and a metal, rusted mask covering their mouth with wires full of their blood in it, and they have jogging pants and a belt.) walks over to them
They tilt their head at the approaching cat, "Hello, may I help you?"
They speak in a raspy, deep voice, looking at the battlefield "This... it's a shame the world has come to this..."
He nods slightly, looking down at a body, "Yes, wars are rather sad things to happen"
Thirteen is beginning to panic. He's started to exhaust his archive of books.
Mauric is hunting for piercers in the nocturnal forest.
Loriche is making all kinds of paraphernalia.
Riotan is roaming the town, looking for weaknesses.
(others available)
Behind Riotan, he feels a presence. "Well well well!... Never thought I'd see a demon lord killer!" A tall figure stands behind him, wearing a plain mask with no eyeholes and no mouthhole. His hair is long and unkept, black with a single streak of white.
He turns around quickly. "Hello!"
"How're you doing?" They tilt their head, pulling out a cigarette pack from a pocket in their jacket.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Can you imagine? Living your life, constantly worrying and working? God.. then again, he has nothing to do with it...
A man stands outside the tavern, leaning against the side by the door. He wears a long black jacket, the hem barely hitting the ground. They are tall, extremely tall, nearly 8 feet. They seem to have extremely long black hair with a single white streak in it, unkept and ragged. They wear a mask over their face, pure plain black with no eyeholes or mouthhole. In a clawed hand, the sharp nails painted black, they hold a lit cigarette between their first and middle finger which, for both hands, are decorated in silvery rings studded with red gems.
They lift up their mask, barely, taking a drag from their cigarette and exhaling a cloud of red smoke from their mouth.
*FRIEND! [Tackle hug]*
*I have returned to existing, how are you?*
*F R I E N D*
*I WAS CONCERNED -*
*I'm sorry for worrying you, but I'm back:>*
*Glad to have you back my friend. We have a lot to discuss.*
A catlike person (with white bloodstained tanktop, a sci-fi looking rusted metal bag, half of the person's fur is greenish though greyed, and the other half a dark blueish purple, the purple having a metal eye with an orange glass lens. The other half has a normal cat eye. They are rather muscular, and have a rusted turret tied to their arm, and a metal, rusted mask covering their mouth with wires full of their blood in it, and they have jogging pants and a belt.) walks over to them
They tilt their head at the approaching cat, "Hello, may I help you?"
They speak in a raspy, deep voice, looking at the battlefield "This... it's a shame the world has come to this..."
He nods slightly, looking down at a body, "Yes, wars are rather sad things to happen"
Muddy leans down, looking at the body, before laying a coin next to them
"We're going to the tavern to get some food. My father is always right. He's big and strong and I'm not, and I never will be. He says that sometimes. He also says other things, but he told me not to repeat most of them."
His movements are gentle and fluid, as if he were being carried by a breeze.
"Oh, that sounds good. Does your dad hurt you a lot?.." he frowns and squeezes their hand as he looks up to them with an affection he doesn't understand
"Not anymore, friend. He's gotten better. Besides I'm too big to beat these days." His hand bones sort of collapse together, as if the wrist bones were removed and all that was left was a fan of fingers with a fleshy mass to hold them together and make them look closer to a humanoid grasper. "What food would you like?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Thirteen is beginning to panic. He's started to exhaust his archive of books.
Mauric is hunting for piercers in the nocturnal forest.
Loriche is making all kinds of paraphernalia.
Riotan is roaming the town, looking for weaknesses.
(others available)
Behind Riotan, he feels a presence. "Well well well!... Never thought I'd see a demon lord killer!" A tall figure stands behind him, wearing a plain mask with no eyeholes and no mouthhole. His hair is long and unkept, black with a single streak of white.
He turns around quickly. "Hello!"
"How're you doing?" They tilt their head, pulling out a cigarette pack from a pocket in their jacket.
"I'm alright. A bit chilly. Looking for security weaknesses so I can lead a demonic invasion. Though I want to consult my husband beforehand."
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Pimento is sitting outside of an abandoned building, leaning against it as he brushes his hair with a knife comb, his slitted eyes watching those who pass, his wings resting at his sides.
He notices a catlike person with white bloodstained tanktop, a sci-fi looking rusted metal bag, half of the person's fur is greenish though greyed, and the other half a dark blueish purple, the purple having a metal eye with an orange glass lens. The other half has a normal cat eye. They are rather muscular, and have a rusted turret tied to their arm, and a metal, rusted mask covering their mouth with wires full of their blood in it, and they have jogging pants and a belt.
He looks over to them with a tilted head, cracking a little bit of a sharp toothed smile. He nods to them respectfully, gesturing them over to stand next to them, putting one of his other knives away.
The person waves to them, speaking in a raspy voice, one deep and clearly worried about something. "Hello. What might your name be?"
He raises an eyebrow, “What’s up with you? Somebody spook ya or somethin’?” Hes got that greaser style accent “I’m Pimento. An’ whoever you?”
"I have a rather... stupid name; my name is Muddy" She sighs "So, what do you do here, PImento"
“Muddy? I like that name, you got a good name Muddy, ya shouldn’t think it’s stupid.” He pats her shoulder with his hand that isn’t holding a knife “And just some business.”
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"Cool! I wonder if they make a good apple pie..." He hops up on the base of a streetlight and spins around on it a couple times.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*F R I E N D*
*I WAS CONCERNED -*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Sandstorm joins them as Moonshine sits down next to them, leaning against them.
He down his own mug of whiskey, blinking slowly and smiling brightly.
He stands up, and goes over to the kitchen and making them something to eat “How was school?”
Thirteen is beginning to panic. He's started to exhaust his archive of books.
Mauric is hunting for piercers in the nocturnal forest.
Loriche is making all kinds of paraphernalia.
Riotan is roaming the town, looking for weaknesses.
(others available)
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She wanders off to Chef Grumble, the chef who focuses on making monsters into meals
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He raises an eyebrow, “What’s up with you? Somebody spook ya or somethin’?” Hes got that greaser style accent “I’m Pimento. An’ whoever you?”
They speak in a raspy, deep voice, looking at the battlefield "This... it's a shame the world has come to this..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Behind Riotan, he feels a presence. "Well well well!... Never thought I'd see a demon lord killer!" A tall figure stands behind him, wearing a plain mask with no eyeholes and no mouthhole. His hair is long and unkept, black with a single streak of white.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I'm sorry for worrying you, but I'm back:>*
"I have a rather... stupid name; my name is Muddy" She sighs "So, what do you do here, PImento"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Glad to have you back my friend. We have a lot to discuss.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He turns around quickly. "Hello!"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods slightly, looking down at a body, "Yes, wars are rather sad things to happen"
"How're you doing?" They tilt their head, pulling out a cigarette pack from a pocket in their jacket.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*indeed, indeed we do :>*
*missed you, so it's nice to be back*
Muddy leans down, looking at the body, before laying a coin next to them
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Not anymore, friend. He's gotten better. Besides I'm too big to beat these days." His hand bones sort of collapse together, as if the wrist bones were removed and all that was left was a fan of fingers with a fleshy mass to hold them together and make them look closer to a humanoid grasper. "What food would you like?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm alright. A bit chilly. Looking for security weaknesses so I can lead a demonic invasion. Though I want to consult my husband beforehand."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He follows eagerly. Just two friends walking together.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Muddy? I like that name, you got a good name Muddy, ya shouldn’t think it’s stupid.” He pats her shoulder with his hand that isn’t holding a knife “And just some business.”