Damian pushes open the door of the Inn in the most dramatic fashion possible and exclaims "The man with hair like liquid gold and a body like the greatest of statues has arrived."
The stranger in the trench coat makes an odd heaving motion, almost like laughter. Blood and saltwater drip from the brim of the coat.
"You going to laugh of throw up? Because my jokes have gotten me both." Damian says with a smile
Theren scoffs. "This is nothin." he says, wiping the blood away as more replaces it.
They scoff and walk forward, pulling out a jet black cloth. They grip Theren's chin and wipe the blood away gently. "Its disgusting is what it is."
More blood replaces the blood he wipes away. "Well when you get wounded you bleed."
They smirk, baring sharp teeth "I don't" he chuckles and sighs. "None of my business, and I don't really care, but what happened?"
"Got into a fight. Man Lores gonna be pissed." he sighs.
He raised a brow "Lore Addison Azain?... Good god, your wife is scary."
"You know her? And sometimes she can be." he says with a smile.
He chuckles "She's a weird one. Possessive and such." he says and tilts his head, eyebrow raised "I suppose I am more confused why she decided to finally get tied down."
Theren scoffs. "This is nothin." he says, wiping the blood away as more replaces it.
They scoff and walk forward, pulling out a jet black cloth. They grip Theren's chin and wipe the blood away gently. "Its disgusting is what it is."
More blood replaces the blood he wipes away. "Well when you get wounded you bleed."
They smirk, baring sharp teeth "I don't" he chuckles and sighs. "None of my business, and I don't really care, but what happened?"
"Got into a fight. Man Lores gonna be pissed." he sighs.
He raised a brow "Lore Addison Azain?... Good god, your wife is scary."
"You know her? And sometimes she can be." he says with a smile.
He chuckles "She's a weird one. Possessive and such." he says and tilts his head, eyebrow raised "I suppose I am more confused why she decided to finally get tied down."
He crosses his arms and then winces, uncrossing them. "I dunno. Guess its cause she wanted to. Who are you anyways?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren scoffs. "This is nothin." he says, wiping the blood away as more replaces it.
They scoff and walk forward, pulling out a jet black cloth. They grip Theren's chin and wipe the blood away gently. "Its disgusting is what it is."
More blood replaces the blood he wipes away. "Well when you get wounded you bleed."
They smirk, baring sharp teeth "I don't" he chuckles and sighs. "None of my business, and I don't really care, but what happened?"
"Got into a fight. Man Lores gonna be pissed." he sighs.
He raised a brow "Lore Addison Azain?... Good god, your wife is scary."
"You know her? And sometimes she can be." he says with a smile.
He chuckles "She's a weird one. Possessive and such." he says and tilts his head, eyebrow raised "I suppose I am more confused why she decided to finally get tied down."
He crosses his arms and then winces, uncrossing them. "I dunno. Guess its cause she wanted to. Who are you anyways?"
"The name is Lockett." he says proudly, doing that wrist thing gay people do.
Theren scoffs. "This is nothin." he says, wiping the blood away as more replaces it.
They scoff and walk forward, pulling out a jet black cloth. They grip Theren's chin and wipe the blood away gently. "Its disgusting is what it is."
More blood replaces the blood he wipes away. "Well when you get wounded you bleed."
They smirk, baring sharp teeth "I don't" he chuckles and sighs. "None of my business, and I don't really care, but what happened?"
"Got into a fight. Man Lores gonna be pissed." he sighs.
He raised a brow "Lore Addison Azain?... Good god, your wife is scary."
"You know her? And sometimes she can be." he says with a smile.
He chuckles "She's a weird one. Possessive and such." he says and tilts his head, eyebrow raised "I suppose I am more confused why she decided to finally get tied down."
He crosses his arms and then winces, uncrossing them. "I dunno. Guess its cause she wanted to. Who are you anyways?"
"The name is Lockett." he says proudly, doing that wrist thing gay people do.
"Pleasure to meet you." he says with a smile. He then grimaces in pain, coughing up some blood.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Damian pushes open the door of the Inn in the most dramatic fashion possible and exclaims "The man with hair like liquid gold and a body like the greatest of statues has arrived."
The stranger in the trench coat makes an odd heaving motion, almost like laughter. Blood and saltwater drip from the brim of the coat.
"You going to laugh of throw up? Because my jokes have gotten me both." Damian says with a smile
They shake their head, seem to think for a moment, and then you hear a voice. It’s not in your head, but no one else seems to hear it.
We were laughing at you, not with you.
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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.
Damian pushes open the door of the Inn in the most dramatic fashion possible and exclaims "The man with hair like liquid gold and a body like the greatest of statues has arrived."
The stranger in the trench coat makes an odd heaving motion, almost like laughter. Blood and saltwater drip from the brim of the coat.
"You going to laugh of throw up? Because my jokes have gotten me both." Damian says with a smile
They shake their head, seem to think for a moment, and then you hear a voice. It’s not in your head, but no one else seems to hear it.
We were laughing at you, not with you.
Damian gesture to sit at a corner table so no one thinks he's talking to himself and sits "But you see that was my plan all along so by laughing at me you are laughing with me my friend, would you like some lemonade?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Theren scoffs. "This is nothin." he says, wiping the blood away as more replaces it.
They scoff and walk forward, pulling out a jet black cloth. They grip Theren's chin and wipe the blood away gently. "Its disgusting is what it is."
More blood replaces the blood he wipes away. "Well when you get wounded you bleed."
They smirk, baring sharp teeth "I don't" he chuckles and sighs. "None of my business, and I don't really care, but what happened?"
"Got into a fight. Man Lores gonna be pissed." he sighs.
He raised a brow "Lore Addison Azain?... Good god, your wife is scary."
"You know her? And sometimes she can be." he says with a smile.
He chuckles "She's a weird one. Possessive and such." he says and tilts his head, eyebrow raised "I suppose I am more confused why she decided to finally get tied down."
He crosses his arms and then winces, uncrossing them. "I dunno. Guess its cause she wanted to. Who are you anyways?"
"The name is Lockett." he says proudly, doing that wrist thing gay people do.
"Pleasure to meet you." he says with a smile. He then grimaces in pain, coughing up some blood.
He grimaces and gently lifts his head "What happened?"
Damian pushes open the door of the Inn in the most dramatic fashion possible and exclaims "The man with hair like liquid gold and a body like the greatest of statues has arrived."
The stranger in the trench coat makes an odd heaving motion, almost like laughter. Blood and saltwater drip from the brim of the coat.
"You going to laugh of throw up? Because my jokes have gotten me both." Damian says with a smile
They shake their head, seem to think for a moment, and then you hear a voice. It’s not in your head, but no one else seems to hear it.
We were laughing at you, not with you.
Damian gesture to sit at a corner table so no one thinks he's talking to himself and sits "But you see that was my plan all along so by laughing at me you are laughing with me my friend, would you like some lemonade?"
The stranger stands rather inexpertly. They walk to the table, and sit calmly. There seems to be an odd purple glow beneath their red fedora.
We can‘t assimilate that. Such a liquid would harm us.
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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.
Damian pushes open the door of the Inn in the most dramatic fashion possible and exclaims "The man with hair like liquid gold and a body like the greatest of statues has arrived."
The stranger in the trench coat makes an odd heaving motion, almost like laughter. Blood and saltwater drip from the brim of the coat.
"You going to laugh of throw up? Because my jokes have gotten me both." Damian says with a smile
They shake their head, seem to think for a moment, and then you hear a voice. It’s not in your head, but no one else seems to hear it.
We were laughing at you, not with you.
Damian gesture to sit at a corner table so no one thinks he's talking to himself and sits "But you see that was my plan all along so by laughing at me you are laughing with me my friend, would you like some lemonade?"
The stranger stands rather inexpertly. They walk to the table, and sit calmly. There seems to be an odd purple glow beneath their red fedora.
We can‘t assimilate that. Such a liquid would harm us.
"Oh interesting." A notebook appears to write that down before disappearing "So what brings you here, not to this table but to this Inn."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Damian pushes open the door of the Inn in the most dramatic fashion possible and exclaims "The man with hair like liquid gold and a body like the greatest of statues has arrived."
The stranger in the trench coat makes an odd heaving motion, almost like laughter. Blood and saltwater drip from the brim of the coat.
"You going to laugh of throw up? Because my jokes have gotten me both." Damian says with a smile
They shake their head, seem to think for a moment, and then you hear a voice. It’s not in your head, but no one else seems to hear it.
We were laughing at you, not with you.
Damian gesture to sit at a corner table so no one thinks he's talking to himself and sits "But you see that was my plan all along so by laughing at me you are laughing with me my friend, would you like some lemonade?"
The stranger stands rather inexpertly. They walk to the table, and sit calmly. There seems to be an odd purple glow beneath their red fedora.
We can‘t assimilate that. Such a liquid would harm us.
"Oh interesting." A notebook appears to write that down before disappearing "So what brings you here, not to this table but to this Inn."
The flow of the universe. Also the temperature is optimal and will remain so for roughly three more months.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Damian pushes open the door of the Inn in the most dramatic fashion possible and exclaims "The man with hair like liquid gold and a body like the greatest of statues has arrived."
The stranger in the trench coat makes an odd heaving motion, almost like laughter. Blood and saltwater drip from the brim of the coat.
"You going to laugh of throw up? Because my jokes have gotten me both." Damian says with a smile
They shake their head, seem to think for a moment, and then you hear a voice. It’s not in your head, but no one else seems to hear it.
We were laughing at you, not with you.
Damian gesture to sit at a corner table so no one thinks he's talking to himself and sits "But you see that was my plan all along so by laughing at me you are laughing with me my friend, would you like some lemonade?"
The stranger stands rather inexpertly. They walk to the table, and sit calmly. There seems to be an odd purple glow beneath their red fedora.
We can‘t assimilate that. Such a liquid would harm us.
"Oh interesting." A notebook appears to write that down before disappearing "So what brings you here, not to this table but to this Inn."
The flow of the universe. Also the temperature is optimal and will remain so for roughly three more months.
"Let me give you some advice my friend, If you're going to be dramatic you can't be honest at the same time. But anyway why are your clothes stained with blood, if I may ask?" Damian sayss as he pours a glass of lemonade for himself
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
The Prince in Yellow is gliding around town, it’s “tentacles,” retracted into its cloak and its mask upon its face, people are only mildly alarmed when they see them.
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They smirk, baring sharp teeth "I don't" he chuckles and sighs. "None of my business, and I don't really care, but what happened?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Got into a fight. Man Lores gonna be pissed." he sighs.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He raised a brow "Lore Addison Azain?... Good god, your wife is scary."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"You know her? And sometimes she can be." he says with a smile.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You going to laugh of throw up? Because my jokes have gotten me both." Damian says with a smile
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He chuckles "She's a weird one. Possessive and such." he says and tilts his head, eyebrow raised "I suppose I am more confused why she decided to finally get tied down."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He crosses his arms and then winces, uncrossing them. "I dunno. Guess its cause she wanted to. Who are you anyways?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The name is Lockett." he says proudly, doing that wrist thing gay people do.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Gay mole man*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Pleasure to meet you." he says with a smile. He then grimaces in pain, coughing up some blood.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They shake their head, seem to think for a moment, and then you hear a voice. It’s not in your head, but no one else seems to hear it.
We were laughing at you, not with you.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*sorry, guitar class happened*
"Er dü alright?"
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"I need... a new host..."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"Fine."
"I'm not being your host."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Damian gesture to sit at a corner table so no one thinks he's talking to himself and sits "But you see that was my plan all along so by laughing at me you are laughing with me my friend, would you like some lemonade?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
He grimaces and gently lifts his head "What happened?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The stranger stands rather inexpertly. They walk to the table, and sit calmly. There seems to be an odd purple glow beneath their red fedora.
We can‘t assimilate that. Such a liquid would harm us.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh interesting." A notebook appears to write that down before disappearing "So what brings you here, not to this table but to this Inn."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
The flow of the universe. Also the temperature is optimal and will remain so for roughly three more months.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Let me give you some advice my friend, If you're going to be dramatic you can't be honest at the same time. But anyway why are your clothes stained with blood, if I may ask?" Damian sayss as he pours a glass of lemonade for himself
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*ello!*
The Prince in Yellow is gliding around town, it’s “tentacles,” retracted into its cloak and its mask upon its face, people are only mildly alarmed when they see them.