"I remember marking every victim with acute precision.
I remember, every time I hold you, my born companion.
I remember, I dismember!
'Cause the Claims Medic needs no anaesthetic!
90-Day Delinquent gets you Repo Treatment!"
A man, or perhaps it's a woman.. who can tell? stands outside the tavern.
They have extremely long black hair, done in a low ponytail that nearly sweeps the ground. They wear a half mask that looks a bit like a plague doctor's mask, made of brown leather with black circle lenses. His mouth is exposed, bearing a sharp-toothed smile that is a bit too wide across pale, nearly white skin that stretches from ear to pointed ear. He wears a black trench coat, the Napoleonic collar a contrast from the black leather of the body with a black and white checkered pattern. Under that, he wears a white button-up dress shirt with a sleek black vest over it. Paired with the upper ensemble is a pair of black and white checkered dress pants. In his left clawed hand is a scythe he uses as a cane, leaning on it as he watches people pass in and out of the tavern.
They seem to make light conversation with the people passing in and out, giving them a smile or complimenting them.
"I remember marking every victim with acute precision.
I remember, every time I hold you, my born companion.
I remember, I dismember!
'Cause the Claims Medic needs no anaesthetic!
90-Day Delinquent gets you Repo Treatment!"
A man, or perhaps it's a woman.. who can tell? stands outside the tavern.
They have extremely long black hair, done in a low ponytail that nearly sweeps the ground. They wear a half mask that looks a bit like a plague doctor's mask, made of brown leather with black circle lenses. His mouth is exposed, bearing a sharp-toothed smile that is a bit too wide across pale, nearly white skin that stretches from ear to pointed ear. He wears a black trench coat, the Napoleonic collar a contrast from the black leather of the body with a black and white checkered pattern. Under that, he wears a white button-up dress shirt with a sleek black vest over it. Paired with the upper ensemble is a pair of black and white checkered dress pants. In his left clawed hand is a scythe he uses as a cane, leaning on it as he watches people pass in and out of the tavern.
They seem to make light conversation with the people passing in and out, giving them a smile or complimenting them.
Felix walks past. Then he walks back for another look. "Hey there. You new here?"
"I remember marking every victim with acute precision.
I remember, every time I hold you, my born companion.
I remember, I dismember!
'Cause the Claims Medic needs no anaesthetic!
90-Day Delinquent gets you Repo Treatment!"
A man, or perhaps it's a woman.. who can tell? stands outside the tavern.
They have extremely long black hair, done in a low ponytail that nearly sweeps the ground. They wear a half mask that looks a bit like a plague doctor's mask, made of brown leather with black circle lenses. His mouth is exposed, bearing a sharp-toothed smile that is a bit too wide across pale, nearly white skin that stretches from ear to pointed ear. He wears a black trench coat, the Napoleonic collar a contrast from the black leather of the body with a black and white checkered pattern. Under that, he wears a white button-up dress shirt with a sleek black vest over it. Paired with the upper ensemble is a pair of black and white checkered dress pants. In his left clawed hand is a scythe he uses as a cane, leaning on it as he watches people pass in and out of the tavern.
They seem to make light conversation with the people passing in and out, giving them a smile or complimenting them.
Felix walks past. Then he walks back for another look. "Hey there. You new here?"
"Indeed! How're you my friend? You look like you are doing well!" they said, a smile on their face
“Very.” He slinks into the bath, looking up at them expectantly.
He puts down his now empty cup, “Thank you, friend. This was very nice.”
She smiles brightly, “An’ my lil nightmare man, love ya, sweetheart.”
Dirt immediately begins coming off through his hair, he’s been working hard on something.
“Just a little more if that’s okay.”
She puts a hand on the side of their face, “What’s wrong?”
Felix is staring off into space, eating a bucket of chicken.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Felix looks over. He doesn't say anything, just holds out a chicken leg for the man to take.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"I remember marking every victim with acute precision.
I remember, every time I hold you, my born companion.
I remember, I dismember!
'Cause the Claims Medic needs no anaesthetic!
90-Day Delinquent gets you Repo Treatment!"
A man, or perhaps it's a woman.. who can tell? stands outside the tavern.
They have extremely long black hair, done in a low ponytail that nearly sweeps the ground. They wear a half mask that looks a bit like a plague doctor's mask, made of brown leather with black circle lenses. His mouth is exposed, bearing a sharp-toothed smile that is a bit too wide across pale, nearly white skin that stretches from ear to pointed ear. He wears a black trench coat, the Napoleonic collar a contrast from the black leather of the body with a black and white checkered pattern. Under that, he wears a white button-up dress shirt with a sleek black vest over it. Paired with the upper ensemble is a pair of black and white checkered dress pants. In his left clawed hand is a scythe he uses as a cane, leaning on it as he watches people pass in and out of the tavern.
They seem to make light conversation with the people passing in and out, giving them a smile or complimenting them.
Deal me in, kick the sin up a notch.
He doesn't detect any closeby. Felix continues eating as if this were completely uneventful, which it likely is.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Felix walks past. Then he walks back for another look. "Hey there. You new here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Indeed! How're you my friend? You look like you are doing well!" they said, a smile on their face
Deal me in, kick the sin up a notch.
"Were you worried about something?" He begins playing with a chicken wing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
“Building your gift, it took a lot more work than expected.” He helps them, going through his hair.
He pours himself another cup of tea, sipping it slowly and carefully.
She wipes away the tear, sighing sadly “Oh… then we gotta enjoy the time we got, sweetheart.”
"I'm okay. How about you?" Felix doesn't seem like he's doing very well.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"I'm Felix. Don't worry about the food, it's not that great." He sighs. "You an assassin or something?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine