Lord's Rest Inn

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 (Guiding the descendent. Most to clean and prepare food. Most probably equally boring events)

 "Damn. Seems we're both not very interesting people, despite looking like it.." They're silent for a moment, "OH! I've been wondering, how'd you die?"

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*hmmm, characters for rn*

Anastasius is having lunch alone like he usually does

Kylar is fighting a headless knight, turns out it had a sword

-potential intro soon if I don't hate my character I made in that time-

 Xan is sitting outside smoking. He dressed in a black, form-fitting, crop top, a white leather jacket, satin black pants, and platform heels. 

 

 Anastasius (if you can think up a nickname for him, totally send me that, it's a lovely name but so long) seems to think about something for a moment, then walks over to xan, sitting beside him,

 Xan looks over and smiles, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He stubs out the cigarette on the back of his own palm.

 The wizard blushes slightly, leaning into him as he watches him put out the cigarette, "Doesn't that hurt?"

 Xan raises a brow and chuckles "Course not, special little thing."

 "T-thanks" He mumbles, mildly flustered as he takes a bite of his sandwhich, before offering some to xan

 Xan smiles and leans forward, taking off a bit with a smirk.

 They smile, taking another bite themselves 

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*Open characters?*

 *I got Tidus, Xan, and Jackson. I might be making a new character soon.*

 Raphael flies over to Tidus, with a small quilt in their hands. “How are you doing, friend?”

 Tidus looks up and purrs contently, tail flicking lazily. "I am well Raphael. How are you?"

 They nod. “Things… move forward. I made a blanket for you… I hope you like it.” They say, showing off the quilt

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*hmmm, characters for rn*

Anastasius is having lunch alone like he usually does

Kylar is fighting a headless knight, turns out it had a sword

-potential intro soon if I don't hate my character I made in that time-

 Xan is sitting outside smoking. He dressed in a black, form-fitting, crop top, a white leather jacket, satin black pants, and platform heels. 

 

 Anastasius (if you can think up a nickname for him, totally send me that, it's a lovely name but so long) seems to think about something for a moment, then walks over to xan, sitting beside him,

 Xan looks over and smiles, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He stubs out the cigarette on the back of his own palm.

 The wizard blushes slightly, leaning into him as he watches him put out the cigarette, "Doesn't that hurt?"

 Xan raises a brow and chuckles "Course not, special little thing."

 "T-thanks" He mumbles, mildly flustered as he takes a bite of his sandwhich, before offering some to xan

 Xan smiles and leans forward, taking off a bit with a smirk.

 They smile, taking another bite themselves 

 "So may I ask why you are traveling?" He tilted his head, using his free hand to fluff his blonde hair.

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 Anything with enough appendages to wield both me and Clarify will do. As long as it's alive. I don't believe I can possess dead things.

He feels an evil presence watching over him. Likely the local demon lord. However, he doesn't feel at all threatened, just... observed.

 He nods and pulls out a silver cube from his pocket. It seems solid but as he presses it between his palms, it is clearly a liquid sort of state. It covers him entirely, like a second skin as it takes on a new form. It looks like a living statue of a Solar with three sets of wings. "Yes, Jackson? You called me forth for some reason. What can I help with?" It said, it's voice baritone and smooth. Another voice comes out, Jackson's. "He needs a new body to control. I was thinking we could make one."

Stroth huffs and rolls his eyes "I can feel you. Stop being so quiet."

 Rend stays silent. It already had trouble with a Solar this week.

The floor shifts slightly, revealing a toothy, lipless mouth under the boards. "Those documents... what do you need them for?"

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 (Guiding the descendent. Most to clean and prepare food. Most probably equally boring events)

 "Damn. Seems we're both not very interesting people, despite looking like it.." They're silent for a moment, "OH! I've been wondering, how'd you die?"

(In a dungeon far off. By a trap I’ve forgotten)