A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
Ban watches them with a grin
He slips back on his sunglasses and walks inside the tavern.
"Where ya goin fancy pants?"
"Getting something to drink." He grins.
*god its tony stark*
"Mind if i join ya?"
"Course. More the merrier." He chuckles and sits down at the bar.
"Cool." Ban says, sitting down next to them
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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.
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
A young women, he's not entirely sure what race, watches him for a few moments curiously nearby, sat on a bench. She wears a hooded cloak, pale off white skin with odd purple specks in the air around her
He feels someone watching him and looks over. He grins kindly, waving.
She softly smiles and waves back, a spork floating in the air
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
Ban watches them with a grin
He slips back on his sunglasses and walks inside the tavern.
"Where ya goin fancy pants?"
"Getting something to drink." He grins.
*god its tony stark*
"Mind if i join ya?"
"Course. More the merrier." He chuckles and sits down at the bar.
"Cool." Ban says, sitting down next to them
He nods and orders a glass of bourbon. The waiter hands it to him and he drinks it back in a single gulp.
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
A young women, he's not entirely sure what race, watches him for a few moments curiously nearby, sat on a bench. She wears a hooded cloak, pale off white skin with odd purple specks in the air around her
He feels someone watching him and looks over. He grins kindly, waving.
She softly smiles and waves back, a spork floating in the air
*S p o r k*
He walks over and smiles brightly "Hi." He says awkwardly.
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
Ban watches them with a grin
He slips back on his sunglasses and walks inside the tavern.
"Where ya goin fancy pants?"
"Getting something to drink." He grins.
*god its tony stark*
"Mind if i join ya?"
"Course. More the merrier." He chuckles and sits down at the bar.
"Cool." Ban says, sitting down next to them
He nods and orders a glass of bourbon. The waiter hands it to him and he drinks it back in a single gulp.
Ban orders a glass of whiskey and sips it. "Whats your name?"
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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.
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
A young women, he's not entirely sure what race, watches him for a few moments curiously nearby, sat on a bench. She wears a hooded cloak, pale off white skin with odd purple specks in the air around her
He feels someone watching him and looks over. He grins kindly, waving.
She softly smiles and waves back, a spork floating in the air
*S p o r k*
He walks over and smiles brightly "Hi." He says awkwardly.
"Hello there." She says warmly, cloak wrapped around her like a blanket or dress, "How is your day?"
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
Ban watches them with a grin
He slips back on his sunglasses and walks inside the tavern.
"Where ya goin fancy pants?"
"Getting something to drink." He grins.
*god its tony stark*
"Mind if i join ya?"
"Course. More the merrier." He chuckles and sits down at the bar.
"Cool." Ban says, sitting down next to them
He nods and orders a glass of bourbon. The waiter hands it to him and he drinks it back in a single gulp.
Ban orders a glass of whiskey and sips it. "Whats your name?"
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
A young women, he's not entirely sure what race, watches him for a few moments curiously nearby, sat on a bench. She wears a hooded cloak, pale off white skin with odd purple specks in the air around her
He feels someone watching him and looks over. He grins kindly, waving.
She softly smiles and waves back, a spork floating in the air
*S p o r k*
He walks over and smiles brightly "Hi." He says awkwardly.
"Hello there." She says warmly, cloak wrapped around her like a blanket or dress, "How is your day?"
"Good so far." He said, taking off his sunglasses.
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
Ban watches them with a grin
He slips back on his sunglasses and walks inside the tavern.
"Where ya goin fancy pants?"
"Getting something to drink." He grins.
*god its tony stark*
"Mind if i join ya?"
"Course. More the merrier." He chuckles and sits down at the bar.
"Cool." Ban says, sitting down next to them
He nods and orders a glass of bourbon. The waiter hands it to him and he drinks it back in a single gulp.
Ban orders a glass of whiskey and sips it. "Whats your name?"
"Ollie.." he said, nodding. "What's yours?"
"Names Ban. Fox sin of greed at your service." he flashes him a pointy grin
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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.
A man is walking to the tavern. From the way he is dressed, he appears to a nobel of sorts but his fashion isn't flashy but it's easy to tell it costs a lot. A white suit jacket, a black tank-top, a pair of black dress pants, and a dull iron choker around his neck and matching bracelets around his wrists and ankles.
He hums to himself, lifting his sunglasses to look at the area around him. His eyes are not like a humans, rather glowing blue optics that take in the world around them. His skin is fair, almond in color. His hair and goatee is short and the color of a crows feathers.
Ban watches them with a grin
He slips back on his sunglasses and walks inside the tavern.
"Where ya goin fancy pants?"
"Getting something to drink." He grins.
*god its tony stark*
"Mind if i join ya?"
"Course. More the merrier." He chuckles and sits down at the bar.
"Cool." Ban says, sitting down next to them
He nods and orders a glass of bourbon. The waiter hands it to him and he drinks it back in a single gulp.
Ban orders a glass of whiskey and sips it. "Whats your name?"
"Ollie.." he said, nodding. "What's yours?"
"Names Ban. Fox sin of greed at your service." he flashes him a pointy grin
"Ah I wish. Ain't got much to do lately" They lean on one hand
"Everyone back away from the pit now!"
"No..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Cool." Ban says, sitting down next to them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Several people move away, but some stay. The cries from the pit grow louder.
“Okay then.” Mauric leans against him.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She softly smiles and waves back, a spork floating in the air
He nods and orders a glass of bourbon. The waiter hands it to him and he drinks it back in a single gulp.
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
*S p o r k*
He walks over and smiles brightly "Hi." He says awkwardly.
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
Phoenix fires his gun in the air. "EVERYONE LEAVE NOW!"
Nick nuzzles into his shoulder
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ban orders a glass of whiskey and sips it. "Whats your name?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Hello there." She says warmly, cloak wrapped around her like a blanket or dress, "How is your day?"
The people react as well as you might if you were in a crowd and someone fired a gun in the air, but they all end up departing in fear.
Mauric smiles at him. “This is a good moment. I wish I could stay in it forever.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Ollie.." he said, nodding. "What's yours?"
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
"Good so far." He said, taking off his sunglasses.
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
"Thank god."
Nick nods, clearly comfortable.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Names Ban. Fox sin of greed at your service." he flashes him a pointy grin
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The pit remains. It seems as though something long and large punched a hole in the earth. Perhaps a purple worm.
*i have no clue how to expand on the scene with these two lol*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Heh, greed demon. What are you doing up here?"
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
*already replied but here:*
Efflore nods, leaning on one hand, "I wish. Not a lot to do around lately"
"Yeah. nope. Wizards can deal with that."
Nick kisses Maurics cheek. "I mean we could go for a walk if you want?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.