*What if I made a godlike character who could tell the future, but he's just a charismatic news anchor who happens to know what's coming next, the exact fate of everything?*
*What if I made a godlike character who could tell the future, but he's just a charismatic news anchor who happens to know what's coming next, the exact fate of everything?*
*Im back. Terrifying.*
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
*What if I made a godlike character who could tell the future, but he's just a charismatic news anchor who happens to know what's coming next, the exact fate of everything?*
*Im back. Terrifying.*
*Sorry I’m double back, he only cares about getting his ’audience’ otherwise known as his worshippers to increase in number, because he’s a desperate and fading being.*
“It burns, but that isn’t anything new. A Fire soldier is always needed, and especially a captain.”
He nods silently, “When you uh… ya know, left… I kinda… was outta commission for a few days, Loo had to talk me down from some stuff…”
She pulls back after a moment, “I can breath, but I wanna make up for lost time.”
"I know nothing of the sort, so I must apologize for my ineptitude on the matter."
"God, Pimento.. The hell were ye gonna do?"
"It's all okay, i'm here now. I love you."
“Don’t be sorry for your inability to know, you aren’t a pyrokinetic, that isn’t your fault.”
He fidgets with his hands, looking down at the ground, “I… don’t wanna talk about it. We gotta job ta do.”
“I love you more.” She nibbles on his collarbone.
"I suppose so. What does said 'fire soldier' and 'captain' do?"
"Ye were gonna kill yerself.. Ain't ya?.." he sighs. "Where's the mark?"
He squeals, giggling. "I'm being eaatennnn!"
*Dont you have work to do?*
“Fire soldiers battle infernals, people who couldn’t control their pyrokinetic abilities, which caused them to become fire zombies, in most cases.”
He shakes his head “… Wasn’t allowed around knives for a while. The mark’s Black Eye Jack, the [gp]. This house.” He knocks on the door to a house in a nicer part of town.
She smiles brightly up at them, holding them as much as she can.
“Fire soldiers battle infernals, people who couldn’t control their pyrokinetic abilities, which caused them to become fire zombies, in most cases.”
He shakes his head “… Wasn’t allowed around knives for a while. The mark’s Black Eye Jack, the [gp]. This house.” He knocks on the door to a house in a nicer part of town.
She smiles brightly up at them, holding them as much as she can.
*I can procrastinate a bit, shhh*
"Ahh, I see. Like, a guard of sort."
He pulls his scythe off his back, ready. "Glad they stopped ye.."
He looks down and kisses her a whole bunch, smiling.
*Go back to working, please.*
“That works as an explanation. I am immune, as other, as I am a pyrokinetic already.”
They hear someone appcoach the door, and then the clattering of things in the house “He’s tryin’ ta run. Cut ‘em off.”
She snuggles them, kissing them back as much as her tiny face can.
“Fire soldiers battle infernals, people who couldn’t control their pyrokinetic abilities, which caused them to become fire zombies, in most cases.”
He shakes his head “… Wasn’t allowed around knives for a while. The mark’s Black Eye Jack, the [gp]. This house.” He knocks on the door to a house in a nicer part of town.
She smiles brightly up at them, holding them as much as she can.
*I can procrastinate a bit, shhh*
"Ahh, I see. Like, a guard of sort."
He pulls his scythe off his back, ready. "Glad they stopped ye.."
He looks down and kisses her a whole bunch, smiling.
*Go back to working, please.*
“That works as an explanation. I am immune, as other, as I am a pyrokinetic already.”
They hear someone appcoach the door, and then the clattering of things in the house “He’s tryin’ ta run. Cut ‘em off.”
She snuggles them, kissing them back as much as her tiny face can.
*fiiiine after this reply*
"Aha, I see. So you've set up shop here, Is there an infernal out-break?"
He dashes to the other door, sighing and getting ready "Stupid [GP].."
"Love you lots, get some rest, okay?"
*Good, thank you.*
“As far as I know, not yet, but I have heard that captain Benimaru has been struggling on his own, so we came to support him.”
When they reach the door, Jack’s trying to climb over the fence. He smiles at his own friend, “Mike!… You won’t let them do this to me, right?”
She nods, “I… okay… but I’m going to kiss you a lot more later.” She closes her eyes and falls asleep.
“Fire soldiers battle infernals, people who couldn’t control their pyrokinetic abilities, which caused them to become fire zombies, in most cases.”
He shakes his head “… Wasn’t allowed around knives for a while. The mark’s Black Eye Jack, the [gp]. This house.” He knocks on the door to a house in a nicer part of town.
She smiles brightly up at them, holding them as much as she can.
*I can procrastinate a bit, shhh*
"Ahh, I see. Like, a guard of sort."
He pulls his scythe off his back, ready. "Glad they stopped ye.."
He looks down and kisses her a whole bunch, smiling.
*Go back to working, please.*
“That works as an explanation. I am immune, as other, as I am a pyrokinetic already.”
They hear someone appcoach the door, and then the clattering of things in the house “He’s tryin’ ta run. Cut ‘em off.”
She snuggles them, kissing them back as much as her tiny face can.
*fiiiine after this reply*
"Aha, I see. So you've set up shop here, Is there an infernal out-break?"
He dashes to the other door, sighing and getting ready "Stupid [GP].."
"Love you lots, get some rest, okay?"
*Good, thank you.*
“As far as I know, not yet, but I have heard that captain Benimaru has been struggling on his own, so we came to support him.”
When they reach the door, Jack’s trying to climb over the fence. He smiles at his own friend, “Mike!… You won’t let them do this to me, right?”
She nods, “I… okay… but I’m going to kiss you a lot more later.” She closes her eyes and falls asleep.
"Oh, I know that name. Good for you, I suppose."
"Just business, Jack." his blade rings out as it approaches Jack's neck, stopping him from moving. "Pimento!"
"I bet you are." he giggles, resting with her eventually.
“Work isn’t good when it requires the deaths of others, it was nice meeting you, I should finish setting things up. It was a pleasure.”
Pimento comes to the back after a few moments, “It really is just business Jack, real sorry about this, but you didn’t shut yourself up when ya had the chance. Should you or should I?”
*What if I made a godlike character who could tell the future, but he's just a charismatic news anchor who happens to know what's coming next, the exact fate of everything?*
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
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*Im back. Terrifying.*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I have chosen to exist, how is all*
*Sorry I’m double back, he only cares about getting his ’audience’ otherwise known as his worshippers to increase in number, because he’s a desperate and fading being.*
*See ya later Salem, I’ll rp with you whenever I can.*
*Dont you have work to do?*
“Fire soldiers battle infernals, people who couldn’t control their pyrokinetic abilities, which caused them to become fire zombies, in most cases.”
He shakes his head “… Wasn’t allowed around knives for a while. The mark’s Black Eye Jack, the [gp]. This house.” He knocks on the door to a house in a nicer part of town.
She smiles brightly up at them, holding them as much as she can.
*Go back to working, please.*
“That works as an explanation. I am immune, as other, as I am a pyrokinetic already.”
They hear someone appcoach the door, and then the clattering of things in the house “He’s tryin’ ta run. Cut ‘em off.”
She snuggles them, kissing them back as much as her tiny face can.
*Good, thank you.*
“As far as I know, not yet, but I have heard that captain Benimaru has been struggling on his own, so we came to support him.”
When they reach the door, Jack’s trying to climb over the fence. He smiles at his own friend, “Mike!… You won’t let them do this to me, right?”
She nods, “I… okay… but I’m going to kiss you a lot more later.” She closes her eyes and falls asleep.
*The sadness.*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sadness of what I must ask?*
*Idk, i feel sad. Lonely ig? Idk.*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sad ig, lonely.*
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Work isn’t good when it requires the deaths of others, it was nice meeting you, I should finish setting things up. It was a pleasure.”
Pimento comes to the back after a few moments, “It really is just business Jack, real sorry about this, but you didn’t shut yourself up when ya had the chance. Should you or should I?”
(Good end, who want?)
*Im sorry and wish I could help, I’m sorry I can’t.*