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."
"Why? You are powerful are you not? You should be allowed to do what you want!" They said, laughing a bit.
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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!"
"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."
"Why? You are powerful are you not? You should be allowed to do what you want!" They said, laughing a bit.
"True. But I still love him and I still want to respect his view on this."
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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.”
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.”
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
Uriel continues moving thriugh the battlefield, arranging their weapons on them properly in a sort of funeral rite
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.”
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.”
"Ah" She just nods to what he sys
“You ain’t look too back, ya know that?” He says with a smirk.
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."
"Why? You are powerful are you not? You should be allowed to do what you want!" They said, laughing a bit.
"True. But I still love him and I still want to respect his view on this."
"Love? I know some demons and they can't love, at least not like humans."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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
Uriel continues moving thriugh the battlefield, arranging their weapons on them properly in a sort of funeral rite
Muddy also helps with the funeral-like thing, paying her respects and such
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."
"Why? You are powerful are you not? You should be allowed to do what you want!" They said, laughing a bit.
"True. But I still love him and I still want to respect his view on this."
"Love? I know some demons and they can't love, at least not like humans."
Rio smirks. "Well maybe I'm not fully a demon then."
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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.
"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?"
"Oh, okay.. I like burgers."
"I like birds. I usually eat what I like." He sits Mac down at a table and slips his hand out of the yeen's grip to order food for them. The pheromones begin to lose their effect now that there's some distance between them.
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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.
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"Why? You are powerful are you not? You should be allowed to do what you want!" They said, laughing a bit.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She waves to the chef and orders the ithilid calamari
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"True. But I still love him and I still want to respect his view on this."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Ah" She just nods to what he sys
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.
Uriel continues moving thriugh the battlefield, arranging their weapons on them properly in a sort of funeral rite
“You ain’t look too back, ya know that?” He says with a smirk.
Otto fails to order anything, unsure of any items on the menu.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Love? I know some demons and they can't love, at least not like humans."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Muddy also helps with the funeral-like thing, paying her respects and such
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.
Rio smirks. "Well maybe I'm not fully a demon then."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut with Jester*
"Thanks" She smiles; or at least that's what it looks like. She has only one biological eye and her mouth is covered
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The chef looks to him "We got extra phase spider today, as they are overpopulating"
Sig but long ^w^
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Why do you cover up that beautiful smile of yours?” He asks, putting his knife away and looking deep into their eye, the real one.
He nods rapidly in a move that would hurt any normal human, possibly severely. "I like spiders, thank you!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"It's... broken. If I take this off, it'll break it a bit more and..."
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.
Rio pats him on the head cheerfully. "See anywhere that could be victim to a violent sacking or invasion?"
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 heats a leg over a campfire
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.
"I like birds. I usually eat what I like." He sits Mac down at a table and slips his hand out of the yeen's grip to order food for them. The pheromones begin to lose their effect now that there's some distance between them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.