Lord's Rest Inn

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A mountain of a human sits in the corner the Inn, his full plate weighing heavy on him and his sword slamming against the ground when placed. His skin is dark and he seems to be against talking with people for some strange reason , as if he has some kind of dark past.Despite all this he has a name tag on his armor that says "Ragnerious".

 Kinsley walks into the tavern wet from some kind of rain even though it's dry outside before glancing at Ragnerious and grinning, "You're sitting next to my stash, you might want to scoot 5 feet away." Kinsley is a kemonomimi ferret kid wearing a jacket with strange looking symbols on the bottom and a katana at their waist, "Like actually, 5 foot distance, skedaddle Mr Dark and Brooding."

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Thirteen, his face looking relaxed but tension in his eyes, slowly rests against the wall.

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There's the sound of loud rock music right outside of the tavern as music notes appear in the air. Seconds later a teenager walks out of a tear in reality. She has blonde hair, green eyes, an odd aesthetic.

She's followed by a hulking anthropomorphic weasel, mongoose...thing. it has mostly black fur aside from a pink Mohawk and markings around its eyes. It's teeth are a black metal, as are it's claws. It wears a coat over a dress shirt, messily shoved into their pants. It's hard to tell what gender they are. They both pant as the music stops.

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 *I wanna rp with this really bad. So I’m gonna.*

Both of them sense a dark presence near them. They feel a shiver run down their spines.

 They both cuss in unison and start looking around 

 They hear the voice of a kid with an Italian accent. “Below ya.” When the weasel thing looks down, there’s a boy between his legs laying on the ground. He has messy black hair and a deathly pale face. He looks like he’s from the early Victorian era. He’s dressed in a dark and tattered jester outfit, minus the hat. His left eye is neon orange, the right is bright blue.

This is him (credit to Elliotewow for the drawing)

 

 "Thank goodness it's just a kid..." The girl lets out a breath of relief and the weasel moves so it doesn't havethe person under it

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Thirteen, his face looking relaxed but tension in his eyes, slowly rests against the wall.

-Thirteen is hunting a group of masked eldritch horrors called the Others as one of them manipulated him long ago.

-Thirteen once went on a date with Tasha the Witch Queen, which was very awkward as he’s aroace. She still won’t stop trying to horribly butcher him.

 

 Casey starts to laugh uncontrollably. “That’s funny.” This time, his orange flashes, just barely.

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There's the sound of loud rock music right outside of the tavern as music notes appear in the air. Seconds later a teenager walks out of a tear in reality. She has blonde hair, green eyes, an odd aesthetic.

She's followed by a hulking anthropomorphic weasel, mongoose...thing. it has mostly black fur aside from a pink Mohawk and markings around its eyes. It's teeth are a black metal, as are it's claws. It wears a coat over a dress shirt, messily shoved into their pants. It's hard to tell what gender they are. They both pant as the music stops.

Put your spoiler here.

 

 *I wanna rp with this really bad. So I’m gonna.*

Both of them sense a dark presence near them. They feel a shiver run down their spines.

 They both cuss in unison and start looking around 

 They hear the voice of a kid with an Italian accent. “Below ya.” When the weasel thing looks down, there’s a boy between his legs laying on the ground. He has messy black hair and a deathly pale face. He looks like he’s from the early Victorian era. He’s dressed in a dark and tattered jester outfit, minus the hat. His left eye is neon orange, the right is bright blue.

This is him (credit to Elliotewow for the drawing)

 

 "Thank goodness it's just a kid..." The girl lets out a breath of relief and the weasel moves so it doesn't havethe person under it

 The kid appears next to the girl, floating in the air with his arm propped on her shoulder. “Nah, I wouldn’t say that.”

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 "I hate magic items, annoying." Damian places the rod back in the hole.

 And thus the Repairing Walking Stick is tossed into the vault