She turns to her door. “I’m here for a job. I’m going to get rid of some restless spirits and then I’m gone. So don’t waste either of our time.”
"Anyone who does something without a reason has a screw loose chum."
He frowns and sighs "I won't force myself into your life, although I could be a nice help. I may be many things but I wouldn't do something like that."
“It’s not insanity to check facts, is it?”
“Well, that’s better than plenty, at least. And I’ve probably not got a great read on you just yet. But… I’d just prefer not to make any potentially foolish decisions in an unfamiliar location.”
"Then you do have a reason don't you?"
"Well if you ever need me you know where I'll be. Even if I'm crazy, I'm not a fool." He sits down at the counter "I'd be happy to help you actually, though I have a garden to take care of."
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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.
She turns to her door. “I’m here for a job. I’m going to get rid of some restless spirits and then I’m gone. So don’t waste either of our time.”
"Anyone who does something without a reason has a screw loose chum."
He frowns and sighs "I won't force myself into your life, although I could be a nice help. I may be many things but I wouldn't do something like that."
“It’s not insanity to check facts, is it?”
“Well, that’s better than plenty, at least. And I’ve probably not got a great read on you just yet. But… I’d just prefer not to make any potentially foolish decisions in an unfamiliar location.”
"Then you do have a reason don't you?"
"Well if you ever need me you know where I'll be. Even if I'm crazy, I'm not a fool." He sits down at the counter "I'd be happy to help you actually, though I have a garden to take care of."
“Sure, but that’s nitpicking.”
She turns to him, smiling with slight incredulity. “What, you’re a recognized exorcist within the Church of the Flanaess too? Or are you just a regular spellcaster?”
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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.
She turns to her door. “I’m here for a job. I’m going to get rid of some restless spirits and then I’m gone. So don’t waste either of our time.”
"Anyone who does something without a reason has a screw loose chum."
He frowns and sighs "I won't force myself into your life, although I could be a nice help. I may be many things but I wouldn't do something like that."
“It’s not insanity to check facts, is it?”
“Well, that’s better than plenty, at least. And I’ve probably not got a great read on you just yet. But… I’d just prefer not to make any potentially foolish decisions in an unfamiliar location.”
"Then you do have a reason don't you?"
"Well if you ever need me you know where I'll be. Even if I'm crazy, I'm not a fool." He sits down at the counter "I'd be happy to help you actually, though I have a garden to take care of."
“Sure, but that’s nitpicking.”
She turns to him, smiling with slight incredulity. “What, you’re a recognized exorcist within the Church of the Flanaess too? Or are you just a regular spellcaster?”
He chuckles and pats Mauric's head "It is isn't it? I suppose I'm a bit literal now."
He runs his hand through his hair, his face showing mock offense "Regular? I am wounded. I'm far from regular, but you can tell that much." She notices his eyes are silver, rare for a Tiefling, and are empty, like his soul itself has changed.
She turns to her door. “I’m here for a job. I’m going to get rid of some restless spirits and then I’m gone. So don’t waste either of our time.”
"Anyone who does something without a reason has a screw loose chum."
He frowns and sighs "I won't force myself into your life, although I could be a nice help. I may be many things but I wouldn't do something like that."
“It’s not insanity to check facts, is it?”
“Well, that’s better than plenty, at least. And I’ve probably not got a great read on you just yet. But… I’d just prefer not to make any potentially foolish decisions in an unfamiliar location.”
"Then you do have a reason don't you?"
"Well if you ever need me you know where I'll be. Even if I'm crazy, I'm not a fool." He sits down at the counter "I'd be happy to help you actually, though I have a garden to take care of."
“Sure, but that’s nitpicking.”
She turns to him, smiling with slight incredulity. “What, you’re a recognized exorcist within the Church of the Flanaess too? Or are you just a regular spellcaster?”
He chuckles and pats Mauric's head "It is isn't it? I suppose I'm a bit literal now."
He runs his hand through his hair, his face showing mock offense "Regular? I am wounded. I'm far from regular, but you can tell that much." She notices his eyes are silver, rare for a Tiefling, and are empty, like his soul itself has changed.
He swats at Rag’s hand. “Hey. Don’t touch me.“
She silently files this in her mind, and hopes she won’t have to destroy him too. “Yes. I can. I’m sworn to the Oath of the Watchers, defending this plane from threats beyond. Unfortunately, due to a few small splinter factions, we’ve gained a bit of a bad reputation over the years.”
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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.
She turns to her door. “I’m here for a job. I’m going to get rid of some restless spirits and then I’m gone. So don’t waste either of our time.”
"Anyone who does something without a reason has a screw loose chum."
He frowns and sighs "I won't force myself into your life, although I could be a nice help. I may be many things but I wouldn't do something like that."
“It’s not insanity to check facts, is it?”
“Well, that’s better than plenty, at least. And I’ve probably not got a great read on you just yet. But… I’d just prefer not to make any potentially foolish decisions in an unfamiliar location.”
"Then you do have a reason don't you?"
"Well if you ever need me you know where I'll be. Even if I'm crazy, I'm not a fool." He sits down at the counter "I'd be happy to help you actually, though I have a garden to take care of."
“Sure, but that’s nitpicking.”
She turns to him, smiling with slight incredulity. “What, you’re a recognized exorcist within the Church of the Flanaess too? Or are you just a regular spellcaster?”
He chuckles and pats Mauric's head "It is isn't it? I suppose I'm a bit literal now."
He runs his hand through his hair, his face showing mock offense "Regular? I am wounded. I'm far from regular, but you can tell that much." She notices his eyes are silver, rare for a Tiefling, and are empty, like his soul itself has changed.
He swats at Rag’s hand. “Hey. Don’t touch me.“
She silently files this in her mind, and hopes she won’t have to destroy him too. “Yes. I can. I’m sworn to the Oath of the Watchers, defending this plane from threats beyond. Unfortunately, due to a few small splinter factions, we’ve gained a bit of a bad reputation over the years.”
Rag's hand doesn't budges from the hit but he does move his hand back. He puts the trees back on his shoulder "Would you like some deer stew?"
Damian turns into fully face her in his chair "Did I mention I'm a pirate because bad reputation doesn't meet much to our kind. As long as you're doing the right thing in general I don't care much who you are. Though it's nice that you're pretty too."
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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.
She turns to her door. “I’m here for a job. I’m going to get rid of some restless spirits and then I’m gone. So don’t waste either of our time.”
"Anyone who does something without a reason has a screw loose chum."
He frowns and sighs "I won't force myself into your life, although I could be a nice help. I may be many things but I wouldn't do something like that."
“It’s not insanity to check facts, is it?”
“Well, that’s better than plenty, at least. And I’ve probably not got a great read on you just yet. But… I’d just prefer not to make any potentially foolish decisions in an unfamiliar location.”
"Then you do have a reason don't you?"
"Well if you ever need me you know where I'll be. Even if I'm crazy, I'm not a fool." He sits down at the counter "I'd be happy to help you actually, though I have a garden to take care of."
“Sure, but that’s nitpicking.”
She turns to him, smiling with slight incredulity. “What, you’re a recognized exorcist within the Church of the Flanaess too? Or are you just a regular spellcaster?”
He chuckles and pats Mauric's head "It is isn't it? I suppose I'm a bit literal now."
He runs his hand through his hair, his face showing mock offense "Regular? I am wounded. I'm far from regular, but you can tell that much." She notices his eyes are silver, rare for a Tiefling, and are empty, like his soul itself has changed.
He swats at Rag’s hand. “Hey. Don’t touch me.“
She silently files this in her mind, and hopes she won’t have to destroy him too. “Yes. I can. I’m sworn to the Oath of the Watchers, defending this plane from threats beyond. Unfortunately, due to a few small splinter factions, we’ve gained a bit of a bad reputation over the years.”
Rag's hand doesn't budges from the hit but he does move his hand back. He puts the trees back on his shoulder "Would you like some deer stew?"
Damian turns into fully face her in his chair "Did I mention I'm a pirate because bad reputation doesn't meet much to our kind. As long as you're doing the right thing in general I don't care much who you are. Though it's nice that you're pretty too."
“Uh, sure. What else is in it?”
She opens her door. “The right thing? I don’t know about that. But the insane, risky, and fun thing? Certainly.”
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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.
She turns to her door. “I’m here for a job. I’m going to get rid of some restless spirits and then I’m gone. So don’t waste either of our time.”
"Anyone who does something without a reason has a screw loose chum."
He frowns and sighs "I won't force myself into your life, although I could be a nice help. I may be many things but I wouldn't do something like that."
“It’s not insanity to check facts, is it?”
“Well, that’s better than plenty, at least. And I’ve probably not got a great read on you just yet. But… I’d just prefer not to make any potentially foolish decisions in an unfamiliar location.”
"Then you do have a reason don't you?"
"Well if you ever need me you know where I'll be. Even if I'm crazy, I'm not a fool." He sits down at the counter "I'd be happy to help you actually, though I have a garden to take care of."
“Sure, but that’s nitpicking.”
She turns to him, smiling with slight incredulity. “What, you’re a recognized exorcist within the Church of the Flanaess too? Or are you just a regular spellcaster?”
He chuckles and pats Mauric's head "It is isn't it? I suppose I'm a bit literal now."
He runs his hand through his hair, his face showing mock offense "Regular? I am wounded. I'm far from regular, but you can tell that much." She notices his eyes are silver, rare for a Tiefling, and are empty, like his soul itself has changed.
He swats at Rag’s hand. “Hey. Don’t touch me.“
She silently files this in her mind, and hopes she won’t have to destroy him too. “Yes. I can. I’m sworn to the Oath of the Watchers, defending this plane from threats beyond. Unfortunately, due to a few small splinter factions, we’ve gained a bit of a bad reputation over the years.”
Rag's hand doesn't budges from the hit but he does move his hand back. He puts the trees back on his shoulder "Would you like some deer stew?"
Damian turns into fully face her in his chair "Did I mention I'm a pirate because bad reputation doesn't meet much to our kind. As long as you're doing the right thing in general I don't care much who you are. Though it's nice that you're pretty too."
“Uh, sure. What else is in it?”
She opens her door. “The right thing? I don’t know about that. But the insane, risky, and fun thing? Certainly.”
"Milk, deer blood, an array of vegetables, and toasted bread as a side."
He stands up and smiles "Will your mission be insane, risky, and fun?"
She turns to her door. “I’m here for a job. I’m going to get rid of some restless spirits and then I’m gone. So don’t waste either of our time.”
"Anyone who does something without a reason has a screw loose chum."
He frowns and sighs "I won't force myself into your life, although I could be a nice help. I may be many things but I wouldn't do something like that."
“It’s not insanity to check facts, is it?”
“Well, that’s better than plenty, at least. And I’ve probably not got a great read on you just yet. But… I’d just prefer not to make any potentially foolish decisions in an unfamiliar location.”
"Then you do have a reason don't you?"
"Well if you ever need me you know where I'll be. Even if I'm crazy, I'm not a fool." He sits down at the counter "I'd be happy to help you actually, though I have a garden to take care of."
“Sure, but that’s nitpicking.”
She turns to him, smiling with slight incredulity. “What, you’re a recognized exorcist within the Church of the Flanaess too? Or are you just a regular spellcaster?”
He chuckles and pats Mauric's head "It is isn't it? I suppose I'm a bit literal now."
He runs his hand through his hair, his face showing mock offense "Regular? I am wounded. I'm far from regular, but you can tell that much." She notices his eyes are silver, rare for a Tiefling, and are empty, like his soul itself has changed.
He swats at Rag’s hand. “Hey. Don’t touch me.“
She silently files this in her mind, and hopes she won’t have to destroy him too. “Yes. I can. I’m sworn to the Oath of the Watchers, defending this plane from threats beyond. Unfortunately, due to a few small splinter factions, we’ve gained a bit of a bad reputation over the years.”
Rag's hand doesn't budges from the hit but he does move his hand back. He puts the trees back on his shoulder "Would you like some deer stew?"
Damian turns into fully face her in his chair "Did I mention I'm a pirate because bad reputation doesn't meet much to our kind. As long as you're doing the right thing in general I don't care much who you are. Though it's nice that you're pretty too."
“Uh, sure. What else is in it?”
She opens her door. “The right thing? I don’t know about that. But the insane, risky, and fun thing? Certainly.”
"Milk, deer blood, an array of vegetables, and toasted bread as a side."
He stands up and smiles "Will your mission be insane, risky, and fun?"
“Oh, the blood. Not the meat. That’s kind of cool, actually.”
“With luck. But more likely than not, it’ll be simple, gruesome, and traumatizing to any observers.”
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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.
She turns to her door. “I’m here for a job. I’m going to get rid of some restless spirits and then I’m gone. So don’t waste either of our time.”
"Anyone who does something without a reason has a screw loose chum."
He frowns and sighs "I won't force myself into your life, although I could be a nice help. I may be many things but I wouldn't do something like that."
“It’s not insanity to check facts, is it?”
“Well, that’s better than plenty, at least. And I’ve probably not got a great read on you just yet. But… I’d just prefer not to make any potentially foolish decisions in an unfamiliar location.”
"Then you do have a reason don't you?"
"Well if you ever need me you know where I'll be. Even if I'm crazy, I'm not a fool." He sits down at the counter "I'd be happy to help you actually, though I have a garden to take care of."
“Sure, but that’s nitpicking.”
She turns to him, smiling with slight incredulity. “What, you’re a recognized exorcist within the Church of the Flanaess too? Or are you just a regular spellcaster?”
He chuckles and pats Mauric's head "It is isn't it? I suppose I'm a bit literal now."
He runs his hand through his hair, his face showing mock offense "Regular? I am wounded. I'm far from regular, but you can tell that much." She notices his eyes are silver, rare for a Tiefling, and are empty, like his soul itself has changed.
He swats at Rag’s hand. “Hey. Don’t touch me.“
She silently files this in her mind, and hopes she won’t have to destroy him too. “Yes. I can. I’m sworn to the Oath of the Watchers, defending this plane from threats beyond. Unfortunately, due to a few small splinter factions, we’ve gained a bit of a bad reputation over the years.”
Rag's hand doesn't budges from the hit but he does move his hand back. He puts the trees back on his shoulder "Would you like some deer stew?"
Damian turns into fully face her in his chair "Did I mention I'm a pirate because bad reputation doesn't meet much to our kind. As long as you're doing the right thing in general I don't care much who you are. Though it's nice that you're pretty too."
“Uh, sure. What else is in it?”
She opens her door. “The right thing? I don’t know about that. But the insane, risky, and fun thing? Certainly.”
"Milk, deer blood, an array of vegetables, and toasted bread as a side."
He stands up and smiles "Will your mission be insane, risky, and fun?"
“Oh, the blood. Not the meat. That’s kind of cool, actually.”
“With luck. But more likely than not, it’ll be simple, gruesome, and traumatizing to any observers.”
"The meat and the blood actually. I learned how to make it from cats in an alternate universe."
"Then I should come. Luck is sort of my thing and I haven't had an adventure in a while anyway." He clasps his hands "Please?"
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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.
She turns to her door. “I’m here for a job. I’m going to get rid of some restless spirits and then I’m gone. So don’t waste either of our time.”
"Anyone who does something without a reason has a screw loose chum."
He frowns and sighs "I won't force myself into your life, although I could be a nice help. I may be many things but I wouldn't do something like that."
“It’s not insanity to check facts, is it?”
“Well, that’s better than plenty, at least. And I’ve probably not got a great read on you just yet. But… I’d just prefer not to make any potentially foolish decisions in an unfamiliar location.”
"Then you do have a reason don't you?"
"Well if you ever need me you know where I'll be. Even if I'm crazy, I'm not a fool." He sits down at the counter "I'd be happy to help you actually, though I have a garden to take care of."
“Sure, but that’s nitpicking.”
She turns to him, smiling with slight incredulity. “What, you’re a recognized exorcist within the Church of the Flanaess too? Or are you just a regular spellcaster?”
He chuckles and pats Mauric's head "It is isn't it? I suppose I'm a bit literal now."
He runs his hand through his hair, his face showing mock offense "Regular? I am wounded. I'm far from regular, but you can tell that much." She notices his eyes are silver, rare for a Tiefling, and are empty, like his soul itself has changed.
He swats at Rag’s hand. “Hey. Don’t touch me.“
She silently files this in her mind, and hopes she won’t have to destroy him too. “Yes. I can. I’m sworn to the Oath of the Watchers, defending this plane from threats beyond. Unfortunately, due to a few small splinter factions, we’ve gained a bit of a bad reputation over the years.”
Rag's hand doesn't budges from the hit but he does move his hand back. He puts the trees back on his shoulder "Would you like some deer stew?"
Damian turns into fully face her in his chair "Did I mention I'm a pirate because bad reputation doesn't meet much to our kind. As long as you're doing the right thing in general I don't care much who you are. Though it's nice that you're pretty too."
“Uh, sure. What else is in it?”
She opens her door. “The right thing? I don’t know about that. But the insane, risky, and fun thing? Certainly.”
"Milk, deer blood, an array of vegetables, and toasted bread as a side."
He stands up and smiles "Will your mission be insane, risky, and fun?"
“Oh, the blood. Not the meat. That’s kind of cool, actually.”
“With luck. But more likely than not, it’ll be simple, gruesome, and traumatizing to any observers.”
"The meat and the blood actually. I learned how to make it from cats in an alternate universe."
"Then I should come. Luck is sort of my thing and I haven't had an adventure in a while anyway." He clasps his hands "Please?"
“…that sounds remarkably similar to my own upbringing.”
“…maybe. But if so, you need to swear that you will be utterly focused and not be deceived by any spectral trickery.”
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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.
She turns to her door. “I’m here for a job. I’m going to get rid of some restless spirits and then I’m gone. So don’t waste either of our time.”
"Anyone who does something without a reason has a screw loose chum."
He frowns and sighs "I won't force myself into your life, although I could be a nice help. I may be many things but I wouldn't do something like that."
“It’s not insanity to check facts, is it?”
“Well, that’s better than plenty, at least. And I’ve probably not got a great read on you just yet. But… I’d just prefer not to make any potentially foolish decisions in an unfamiliar location.”
"Then you do have a reason don't you?"
"Well if you ever need me you know where I'll be. Even if I'm crazy, I'm not a fool." He sits down at the counter "I'd be happy to help you actually, though I have a garden to take care of."
“Sure, but that’s nitpicking.”
She turns to him, smiling with slight incredulity. “What, you’re a recognized exorcist within the Church of the Flanaess too? Or are you just a regular spellcaster?”
He chuckles and pats Mauric's head "It is isn't it? I suppose I'm a bit literal now."
He runs his hand through his hair, his face showing mock offense "Regular? I am wounded. I'm far from regular, but you can tell that much." She notices his eyes are silver, rare for a Tiefling, and are empty, like his soul itself has changed.
He swats at Rag’s hand. “Hey. Don’t touch me.“
She silently files this in her mind, and hopes she won’t have to destroy him too. “Yes. I can. I’m sworn to the Oath of the Watchers, defending this plane from threats beyond. Unfortunately, due to a few small splinter factions, we’ve gained a bit of a bad reputation over the years.”
Rag's hand doesn't budges from the hit but he does move his hand back. He puts the trees back on his shoulder "Would you like some deer stew?"
Damian turns into fully face her in his chair "Did I mention I'm a pirate because bad reputation doesn't meet much to our kind. As long as you're doing the right thing in general I don't care much who you are. Though it's nice that you're pretty too."
“Uh, sure. What else is in it?”
She opens her door. “The right thing? I don’t know about that. But the insane, risky, and fun thing? Certainly.”
"Milk, deer blood, an array of vegetables, and toasted bread as a side."
He stands up and smiles "Will your mission be insane, risky, and fun?"
“Oh, the blood. Not the meat. That’s kind of cool, actually.”
“With luck. But more likely than not, it’ll be simple, gruesome, and traumatizing to any observers.”
"The meat and the blood actually. I learned how to make it from cats in an alternate universe."
"Then I should come. Luck is sort of my thing and I haven't had an adventure in a while anyway." He clasps his hands "Please?"
“…that sounds remarkably similar to my own upbringing.”
“…maybe. But if so, you need to swear that you will be utterly focused and not be deceived by any spectral trickery.”
"Huh, that's interesting at the least. Though I don't think that it is identical."
"I promise I won't get distracted by any trickery." He mock salutes but is serious.
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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.
"Then you do have a reason don't you?"
"Well if you ever need me you know where I'll be. Even if I'm crazy, I'm not a fool." He sits down at the counter "I'd be happy to help you actually, though I have a garden to take care of."
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
“Sure, but that’s nitpicking.”
She turns to him, smiling with slight incredulity. “What, you’re a recognized exorcist within the Church of the Flanaess too? Or are you just a regular spellcaster?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He chuckles and pats Mauric's head "It is isn't it? I suppose I'm a bit literal now."
He runs his hand through his hair, his face showing mock offense "Regular? I am wounded. I'm far from regular, but you can tell that much." She notices his eyes are silver, rare for a Tiefling, and are empty, like his soul itself has changed.
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 swats at Rag’s hand. “Hey. Don’t touch me.“
She silently files this in her mind, and hopes she won’t have to destroy him too. “Yes. I can. I’m sworn to the Oath of the Watchers, defending this plane from threats beyond. Unfortunately, due to a few small splinter factions, we’ve gained a bit of a bad reputation over the years.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rag's hand doesn't budges from the hit but he does move his hand back. He puts the trees back on his shoulder "Would you like some deer stew?"
Damian turns into fully face her in his chair "Did I mention I'm a pirate because bad reputation doesn't meet much to our kind. As long as you're doing the right thing in general I don't care much who you are. Though it's nice that you're pretty too."
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
“Uh, sure. What else is in it?”
She opens her door. “The right thing? I don’t know about that. But the insane, risky, and fun thing? Certainly.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Milk, deer blood, an array of vegetables, and toasted bread as a side."
He stands up and smiles "Will your mission be insane, risky, and fun?"
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
“Oh, the blood. Not the meat. That’s kind of cool, actually.”
“With luck. But more likely than not, it’ll be simple, gruesome, and traumatizing to any observers.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"The meat and the blood actually. I learned how to make it from cats in an alternate universe."
"Then I should come. Luck is sort of my thing and I haven't had an adventure in a while anyway." He clasps his hands "Please?"
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
“…that sounds remarkably similar to my own upbringing.”
“…maybe. But if so, you need to swear that you will be utterly focused and not be deceived by any spectral trickery.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Huh, that's interesting at the least. Though I don't think that it is identical."
"I promise I won't get distracted by any trickery." He mock salutes but is serious.
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
*cut*
“Well, a funny coincidence all the same.”
“That’s good. What abilities do you have that you could use to combat vengeful souls manifested on earth?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Truly, I wouldn't expect finding someone even with a coincidence like that."
"I'm a fantastically adaptive mage. Have a mentioned I'm quite good looking? I'm kidding, I know I have."
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
“Well, not exactly cats. Cat people. Different but similar in essence, I guess.”
“Mage is a flexible title. What is the source of your power?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well where I learn they were cat people too I suppose. Though they had the build of cats, just on their back legs."
"I'd say my incredible charm. I am a bard after all."
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
“Interesting. Did they have a whole culture and stuff?”
“Oh, gods… Well, actually, it could be worse.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yes. They worked with us, the monster hunters."
He smiles "You should have seen this coming at the least."
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
“You’re a monster hunter?”
“Look, it’s late. Be up and ready early tomorrow, and have everything you’ll need. Any… instruments, or whatnot.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yes... wait were you raised be palicos?" He tilts his head
"Ah, you assume so little of me. I'm hurt." He snaps his fingers and a flame lights "See you tomorrow."
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
“…no. I’m a tabaxi. So were my parents. As genetics tends to work.
“Goodnight.” She enters her room, but just before the door closes, a small burst of silvery light is visible from behind it.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.