Scott sits in the tavern, feverishly writing down what appears to be, at this point, eighteen pages of a story. A butterfly sits on the back his hand, it's wings pale pink. He looks like hasn't slept in days and, by the content of the table, his only drink has been cup after cup of coffee. He is dressed in light brown sweater and his long black hair is tied back into a bun.
Stroth is commiting more heinous acts that would get her labeled as a war criminal. She is currently peeling the skin off an angel to use for said experiment. She could've waited till it was dead but... where was the fun in when it was dead?
Donn is with on his children, picking out a new bag for her for a school she would be attending. She keeps disagreeing with him on the color despite all the colors being wrong apparently .
Tycho peeks over his shoulder, "You've been awake for 63 hours straight."
"Yes and no. It was over 36 but less than 50." He said, looking over.
“Until I can get a different job, I’m probably gonna stay here.” Mauric says passively. “But if you spent all your money on the ring, how will you afford land deeds?”
The bullet misses just barely. Loriche runs after him and attempts to grapple him. “Nice try.” Strength: 13
"If I'm going to be honest, I am willing to go into debt for a happy family." He says with another chuckle "But that doesn't sound like a good idea now that I say it out loud."
He tries to push her off of him "What''s your problem lady?!" Strength Contest:20
“No, that’s an admirable mindset. But if you go too far below the line, you’re bound for failure regardless if you’re the happiest man in the world.”
Loriche is unable to keep her grip on him. “How did you know I was a woman? This armor has no gendered features!”
"Yeah, so I'll have to figure all of that out soon either way once I find a steady job outside of here." He says with a smile "You're great man, I needed this talk."
"Do you think I'm [gp]ing deaf?" He runs 30ft and tries to hide again after firing at her a third time. To hit:13 Damage:14 Stealth:31
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Scott sits in the tavern, feverishly writing down what appears to be, at this point, eighteen pages of a story. A butterfly sits on the back his hand, it's wings pale pink. He looks like hasn't slept in days and, by the content of the table, his only drink has been cup after cup of coffee. He is dressed in light brown sweater and his long black hair is tied back into a bun.
Stroth is commiting more heinous acts that would get her labeled as a war criminal. She is currently peeling the skin off an angel to use for said experiment. She could've waited till it was dead but... where was the fun in when it was dead?
Donn is with on his children, picking out a new bag for her for a school she would be attending. She keeps disagreeing with him on the color despite all the colors being wrong apparently .
Tycho peeks over his shoulder, "You've been awake for 63 hours straight."
"Yes and no. It was over 36 but less than 50." He said, looking over.
"You should sleep."
"I need to finish this story idea. I got it last night!"
Scott sits in the tavern, feverishly writing down what appears to be, at this point, eighteen pages of a story. A butterfly sits on the back his hand, it's wings pale pink. He looks like hasn't slept in days and, by the content of the table, his only drink has been cup after cup of coffee. He is dressed in light brown sweater and his long black hair is tied back into a bun.
Stroth is commiting more heinous acts that would get her labeled as a war criminal. She is currently peeling the skin off an angel to use for said experiment. She could've waited till it was dead but... where was the fun in when it was dead?
Donn is with on his children, picking out a new bag for her for a school she would be attending. She keeps disagreeing with him on the color despite all the colors being wrong apparently .
From a pretty decent distance away, Riotan catches the whiff of the torment of a celestial. It’s an odor so sweet he could never mistake it for another. Riotan quickly makes his way to their location.
Stroth waves "Hi there!" She chirps.
“Hi!” Riotan examines the gruesome scene before him with some degree of hunger. “How did you come across our friend here?”
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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.
The entity fidgets with its claws for about ten seconds, so silent it's like it isn't even there. It holds one of its hands out to Rag, the air chilling back to room temperature as it does. "I have something to show you. If you'll let me show you my work, that is." Rag can hear what sounds like a busy teahouse, the shouts of rebels and fiends and people who can't belong anywhere else. He can even faintly see the space, opulent and rowdy in equal measure, from the claw before him.
He takes their hand and follows them "I hope this isn't something that will result in revealing how dangerous I really am." He keeps his scales just hot enough to remain comfortable, the heat leading to him glowing slightly.
The darkness blocks all sight... and he's there. All the outcasts and demons respond with shock at first, but quickly calm down when they see the shadow demon. It moves behind the counter and gets some matcha that looks like the stars in the night sky for Rag along with some strange cakes with faces molded into them.
The entity fidgets with its claws for about ten seconds, so silent it's like it isn't even there. It holds one of its hands out to Rag, the air chilling back to room temperature as it does. "I have something to show you. If you'll let me show you my work, that is." Rag can hear what sounds like a busy teahouse, the shouts of rebels and fiends and people who can't belong anywhere else. He can even faintly see the space, opulent and rowdy in equal measure, from the claw before him.
He takes their hand and follows them "I hope this isn't something that will result in revealing how dangerous I really am." He keeps his scales just hot enough to remain comfortable, the heat leading to him glowing slightly.
The darkness blocks all sight... and he's there. All the outcasts and demons respond with shock at first, but quickly calm down when they see the shadow demon. It moves behind the counter and gets some matcha that looks like the stars in the night sky for Rag along with some strange cakes with faces molded into them.
He looks around the area, confused "Demons making cakes? Not as surprising as I expected actually." He says with a laugh, walking a seat on the cold, hard ground "Please don't make anything for me, I am just here to help like I said. Where I'm needed I will be, nothing more, nothing less."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“Until I can get a different job, I’m probably gonna stay here.” Mauric says passively. “But if you spent all your money on the ring, how will you afford land deeds?”
The bullet misses just barely. Loriche runs after him and attempts to grapple him. “Nice try.” Strength: 13
"If I'm going to be honest, I am willing to go into debt for a happy family." He says with another chuckle "But that doesn't sound like a good idea now that I say it out loud."
He tries to push her off of him "What''s your problem lady?!" Strength Contest:20
“No, that’s an admirable mindset. But if you go too far below the line, you’re bound for failure regardless if you’re the happiest man in the world.”
Loriche is unable to keep her grip on him. “How did you know I was a woman? This armor has no gendered features!”
"Yeah, so I'll have to figure all of that out soon either way once I find a steady job outside of here." He says with a smile "You're great man, I needed this talk."
"Do you think I'm [gp]ing deaf?" He runs 30ft and tries to hide again after firing at her a third time. To hit:19 Damage:16 Stealth:24
“No problem. I know you’re gonna live the rest of your life in bliss. Well, partial bliss. The rest will be restless stress from taking care of a child. But it’ll be BLISSFUL stress!”
His shot misses once more. Loriche chases after him, but he successfully loses her.
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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.
“Until I can get a different job, I’m probably gonna stay here.” Mauric says passively. “But if you spent all your money on the ring, how will you afford land deeds?”
The bullet misses just barely. Loriche runs after him and attempts to grapple him. “Nice try.” Strength: 13
"If I'm going to be honest, I am willing to go into debt for a happy family." He says with another chuckle "But that doesn't sound like a good idea now that I say it out loud."
He tries to push her off of him "What''s your problem lady?!" Strength Contest:20
“No, that’s an admirable mindset. But if you go too far below the line, you’re bound for failure regardless if you’re the happiest man in the world.”
Loriche is unable to keep her grip on him. “How did you know I was a woman? This armor has no gendered features!”
"Yeah, so I'll have to figure all of that out soon either way once I find a steady job outside of here." He says with a smile "You're great man, I needed this talk."
"Do you think I'm [gp]ing deaf?" He runs 30ft and tries to hide again after firing at her a third time. To hit:19 Damage:16 Stealth:24
“No problem. I know you’re gonna live the rest of your life in bliss. Well, partial bliss. The rest will be restless stress from taking care of a child. But it’ll be BLISSFUL stress!”
His shot misses once more. Loriche chases after him, but he successfully loses her.
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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.
Scott sits in the tavern, feverishly writing down what appears to be, at this point, eighteen pages of a story. A butterfly sits on the back his hand, it's wings pale pink. He looks like hasn't slept in days and, by the content of the table, his only drink has been cup after cup of coffee. He is dressed in light brown sweater and his long black hair is tied back into a bun.
Stroth is commiting more heinous acts that would get her labeled as a war criminal. She is currently peeling the skin off an angel to use for said experiment. She could've waited till it was dead but... where was the fun in when it was dead?
Donn is with on his children, picking out a new bag for her for a school she would be attending. She keeps disagreeing with him on the color despite all the colors being wrong apparently .
Tycho peeks over his shoulder, "You've been awake for 63 hours straight."
"Yes and no. It was over 36 but less than 50." He said, looking over.
"You should sleep."
"I need to finish this story idea. I got it last night!"
“Until I can get a different job, I’m probably gonna stay here.” Mauric says passively. “But if you spent all your money on the ring, how will you afford land deeds?”
The bullet misses just barely. Loriche runs after him and attempts to grapple him. “Nice try.” Strength: 13
"If I'm going to be honest, I am willing to go into debt for a happy family." He says with another chuckle "But that doesn't sound like a good idea now that I say it out loud."
He tries to push her off of him "What''s your problem lady?!" Strength Contest:20
“No, that’s an admirable mindset. But if you go too far below the line, you’re bound for failure regardless if you’re the happiest man in the world.”
Loriche is unable to keep her grip on him. “How did you know I was a woman? This armor has no gendered features!”
"Yeah, so I'll have to figure all of that out soon either way once I find a steady job outside of here." He says with a smile "You're great man, I needed this talk."
"Do you think I'm [gp]ing deaf?" He runs 30ft and tries to hide again after firing at her a third time. To hit:19 Damage:16 Stealth:24
“No problem. I know you’re gonna live the rest of your life in bliss. Well, partial bliss. The rest will be restless stress from taking care of a child. But it’ll be BLISSFUL stress!”
His shot misses once more. Loriche chases after him, but he successfully loses her.
"Ah my comfort zone, Blissful stress." He laughs and pats his back before heading to the tavern "I should put this suit up before she has a chance to see it. It's my wedding suit after all."
His voice comes from the forest "Leave me alone lady, you make money your way, I make money mine."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Scott sits in the tavern, feverishly writing down what appears to be, at this point, eighteen pages of a story. A butterfly sits on the back his hand, it's wings pale pink. He looks like hasn't slept in days and, by the content of the table, his only drink has been cup after cup of coffee. He is dressed in light brown sweater and his long black hair is tied back into a bun.
Stroth is commiting more heinous acts that would get her labeled as a war criminal. She is currently peeling the skin off an angel to use for said experiment. She could've waited till it was dead but... where was the fun in when it was dead?
Donn is with on his children, picking out a new bag for her for a school she would be attending. She keeps disagreeing with him on the color despite all the colors being wrong apparently .
From a pretty decent distance away, Riotan catches the whiff of the torment of a celestial. It’s an odor so sweet he could never mistake it for another. Riotan quickly makes his way to their location.
Stroth waves "Hi there!" She chirps.
“Hi!” Riotan examines the gruesome scene before him with some degree of hunger. “How did you come across our friend here?”
"Decided to fly down from heaven! Silly thing." She chuckles, grining madly.
Scott sits in the tavern, feverishly writing down what appears to be, at this point, eighteen pages of a story. A butterfly sits on the back his hand, it's wings pale pink. He looks like hasn't slept in days and, by the content of the table, his only drink has been cup after cup of coffee. He is dressed in light brown sweater and his long black hair is tied back into a bun.
Stroth is commiting more heinous acts that would get her labeled as a war criminal. She is currently peeling the skin off an angel to use for said experiment. She could've waited till it was dead but... where was the fun in when it was dead?
Donn is with on his children, picking out a new bag for her for a school she would be attending. She keeps disagreeing with him on the color despite all the colors being wrong apparently .
Tycho peeks over his shoulder, "You've been awake for 63 hours straight."
"Yes and no. It was over 36 but less than 50." He said, looking over.
"You should sleep."
"I need to finish this story idea. I got it last night!"
He sighs, "fine, but then you're sleeping."
"I-I can't! I have to write this!" He says, stumbling over his own words
The darkness blocks all sight... and he's there. All the outcasts and demons respond with shock at first, but quickly calm down when they see the shadow demon. It moves behind the counter and gets some matcha that looks like the stars in the night sky for Rag along with some strange cakes with faces molded into them.
He looks around the area, confused "Demons making cakes? Not as surprising as I expected actually." He says with a laugh, walking a seat on the cold, hard ground "Please don't make anything for me, I am just here to help like I said. Where I'm needed I will be, nothing more, nothing less."
"I carve the dreams... and I feed my friends... in New Babylon, demons occur when someone is drained of their Vitae, their life and soul essence, and yet still live. They become dependent on the Vitae and emotions of others. It is the ultimate punishment. Those who suffer it are sent to the lawless Demon Pit to be burned in oil. I built this shop to provide a safe haven for criminals, demons, and newcomers who don't know our bureaucracy yet. I need to return to my Stalking Grounds to bring them dreams, so that they need not hunt the living."
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Scott sits in the tavern, feverishly writing down what appears to be, at this point, eighteen pages of a story. A butterfly sits on the back his hand, it's wings pale pink. He looks like hasn't slept in days and, by the content of the table, his only drink has been cup after cup of coffee. He is dressed in light brown sweater and his long black hair is tied back into a bun.
Stroth is commiting more heinous acts that would get her labeled as a war criminal. She is currently peeling the skin off an angel to use for said experiment. She could've waited till it was dead but... where was the fun in when it was dead?
Donn is with on his children, picking out a new bag for her for a school she would be attending. She keeps disagreeing with him on the color despite all the colors being wrong apparently .
Tycho peeks over his shoulder, "You've been awake for 63 hours straight."
"Yes and no. It was over 36 but less than 50." He said, looking over.
"You should sleep."
"I need to finish this story idea. I got it last night!"
He sighs, "fine, but then you're sleeping."
"I-I can't! I have to write this!" He says, stumbling over his own words
"Scott." he says sternly, "You'll write better if you sleep"
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She sighs, moving her over to a bucket just incase
"You should sleep."
"Yeah, so I'll have to figure all of that out soon either way once I find a steady job outside of here." He says with a smile "You're great man, I needed this talk."
"Do you think I'm [gp]ing deaf?" He runs 30ft and tries to hide again after firing at her a third time. To hit:13 Damage:14 Stealth:31
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"wat dat for?" Shade hiccups
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"I need to finish this story idea. I got it last night!"
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
“Hi!” Riotan examines the gruesome scene before him with some degree of hunger. “How did you come across our friend here?”
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 darkness blocks all sight... and he's there. All the outcasts and demons respond with shock at first, but quickly calm down when they see the shadow demon. It moves behind the counter and gets some matcha that looks like the stars in the night sky for Rag along with some strange cakes with faces molded into them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He looks around the area, confused "Demons making cakes? Not as surprising as I expected actually." He says with a laugh, walking a seat on the cold, hard ground "Please don't make anything for me, I am just here to help like I said. Where I'm needed I will be, nothing more, nothing less."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“No problem. I know you’re gonna live the rest of your life in bliss. Well, partial bliss. The rest will be restless stress from taking care of a child. But it’ll be BLISSFUL stress!”
His shot misses once more. Loriche chases after him, but he successfully loses her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"In case you throw up what you drank."
“No problem. I know you’re gonna live the rest of your life in bliss. Well, partial bliss. The rest will be restless stress from taking care of a child. But it’ll be BLISSFUL stress!”
His shot misses once more. Loriche chases after him, but he successfully loses her.
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 sighs, "fine, but then you're sleeping."
"not gona do dat." Shadow falls asleep
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Marcy hums curiously, just sitting their with the drunk cat in her arms
"Ah my comfort zone, Blissful stress." He laughs and pats his back before heading to the tavern "I should put this suit up before she has a chance to see it. It's my wedding suit after all."
His voice comes from the forest "Leave me alone lady, you make money your way, I make money mine."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Decided to fly down from heaven! Silly thing." She chuckles, grining madly.
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
"I-I can't! I have to write this!" He says, stumbling over his own words
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
"I carve the dreams... and I feed my friends... in New Babylon, demons occur when someone is drained of their Vitae, their life and soul essence, and yet still live. They become dependent on the Vitae and emotions of others. It is the ultimate punishment. Those who suffer it are sent to the lawless Demon Pit to be burned in oil. I built this shop to provide a safe haven for criminals, demons, and newcomers who don't know our bureaucracy yet. I need to return to my Stalking Grounds to bring them dreams, so that they need not hunt the living."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(hello again)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Scott." he says sternly, "You'll write better if you sleep"