“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."
“Alright. I got a few things I’ve been putting off today anyway, so I guess I’ll see you around!” Mauric waves and smiles at Damian and walks off.
“No! I make cool magic swords and buckets and chains and horseshoes and stuff! You shoot people and steal things! These are fundamentally different concepts!”
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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.
"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."
“Alright. I got a few things I’ve been putting off today anyway, so I guess I’ll see you around!” Mauric waves and smiles at Damian and walks off.
“No! I make cool magic swords and buckets and chains and horseshoes and stuff! You shoot people and steal things! These are fundamentally different concepts!”
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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.
"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."
“Alright. I got a few things I’ve been putting off today anyway, so I guess I’ll see you around!” Mauric waves and smiles at Damian and walks off.
“No! I make cool magic swords and buckets and chains and horseshoes and stuff! You shoot people and steal things! These are fundamentally different concepts!”
He waves his friend off and goes into the tavern, leaving his suit in his room, putting the ring in his back pocket.
“You don’t know if those were good people! They probably stole all of this money anyway! It doesn’t matter how cool your swords are, mind your own business!”
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."
“You seek dreams, I don’t know how much I can provide you in that regard. I am not much of a sleeper, and when I do sleep it is dreamlessly, I apologize greatly.” He says, unable to understand what role he plays in all of this/
"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."
“You seek dreams, I don’t know how much I can provide you in that regard. I am not much of a sleeper, and when I do sleep it is dreamlessly, I apologize greatly.” He says, unable to understand what role he plays in all of this.
"You needn't worry, dearest customer... this place wasn't meant for you. I just wanted you to see it. Reasonable people hate me and my kind for all this. I poisoned gods until the toxins broke down their DNA. I stole leftovers from them. They did nothing to me. Some call me Azazel, the Scapegoat. Some call me Asterion Minos, the Minotaur. The Dark Presence, the Underground, the Dream Stealer, the Beast, the Behemoth... My name is Auravin, and I am a sympathizer of the worst sort."
“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."
“Alright. I got a few things I’ve been putting off today anyway, so I guess I’ll see you around!” Mauric waves and smiles at Damian and walks off.
“No! I make cool magic swords and buckets and chains and horseshoes and stuff! You shoot people and steal things! These are fundamentally different concepts!”
He waves his friend off and goes into the tavern, leaving his suit in his room, putting the ring in his back pocket.
“You don’t know if those were good people! They probably stole all of this money anyway! It doesn’t matter how cool your swords are, mind your own business!”
“You’re not in a position to bargain here. You’ll run out of ammo eventually. But I don’t need food, sleep, or air, AND my armor is naturally electrified, AND I’m trained in combat styles from the minotaurs that inhabited this forest in the age before any construct of Man was in this region.”
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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.
"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."
“You seek dreams, I don’t know how much I can provide you in that regard. I am not much of a sleeper, and when I do sleep it is dreamlessly, I apologize greatly.” He says, unable to understand what role he plays in all of this.
"You needn't worry, dearest customer... this place wasn't meant for you. I just wanted you to see it. Reasonable people hate me and my kind for all this. I poisoned gods until the toxins broke down their DNA. I stole leftovers from them. They did nothing to me. Some call me Azazel, the Scapegoat. Some call me Asterion Minos, the Minotaur. The Dark Presence, the Underground, the Dream Stealer, the Beast, the Behemoth... My name is Auravin, and I am a sympathizer of the worst sort."
“Everyone says that I am either the greatest person they have ever met or the worst, I try to use that to fuel my compassion. I do not need to be a customer, I simply wanted to help you in whatever way you needed. Nothing matters outside of helping you right now.” He says standing up and stretching.
“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."
“Alright. I got a few things I’ve been putting off today anyway, so I guess I’ll see you around!” Mauric waves and smiles at Damian and walks off.
“No! I make cool magic swords and buckets and chains and horseshoes and stuff! You shoot people and steal things! These are fundamentally different concepts!”
He waves his friend off and goes into the tavern, leaving his suit in his room, putting the ring in his back pocket.
“You don’t know if those were good people! They probably stole all of this money anyway! It doesn’t matter how cool your swords are, mind your own business!”
“You’re not in a position to bargain here. You’ll run out of ammo eventually. But I don’t need food, sleep, or air, AND my armor is naturally electrified, AND I’m trained in combat styles from the minotaurs that inhabited this forest in the age before any construct of Man was in this region.”
“And I have a knife as well as a gun!” He says with a boisterous laugh “I’m not afraid of you or anything else after all I’ve seen. Either way, I’m not bargaining I’m telling you, you should let me go, because I can’t cast healing magic.”
“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."
“Alright. I got a few things I’ve been putting off today anyway, so I guess I’ll see you around!” Mauric waves and smiles at Damian and walks off.
“No! I make cool magic swords and buckets and chains and horseshoes and stuff! You shoot people and steal things! These are fundamentally different concepts!”
He waves his friend off and goes into the tavern, leaving his suit in his room, putting the ring in his back pocket.
“You don’t know if those were good people! They probably stole all of this money anyway! It doesn’t matter how cool your swords are, mind your own business!”
“You’re not in a position to bargain here. You’ll run out of ammo eventually. But I don’t need food, sleep, or air, AND my armor is naturally electrified, AND I’m trained in combat styles from the minotaurs that inhabited this forest in the age before any construct of Man was in this region.”
“And I have a knife as well as a gun!” He says with a boisterous laugh “I’m not afraid of you or anything else after all I’ve seen. Either way, I’m not bargaining I’m telling you, you should let me go, because I can’t cast healing magic.”
“Ooh, everyone look out for the big scary man with his big scary knife, as if 40% of the people here couldn’t level nations with a sneeze. Just give back the gold and don’t let me catch you in my woods. I’ve been here for centuries; you’re another forgettable face with nothing worthwhile to offer.”
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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.
"You needn't worry, dearest customer... this place wasn't meant for you. I just wanted you to see it. Reasonable people hate me and my kind for all this. I poisoned gods until the toxins broke down their DNA. I stole leftovers from them. They did nothing to me. Some call me Azazel, the Scapegoat. Some call me Asterion Minos, the Minotaur. The Dark Presence, the Underground, the Dream Stealer, the Beast, the Behemoth... My name is Auravin, and I am a sympathizer of the worst sort."
“Everyone says that I am either the greatest person they have ever met or the worst, I try to use that to fuel my compassion. I do not need to be a customer, I simply wanted to help you in whatever way you needed. Nothing matters outside of helping you right now.” He says standing up and stretching.
"..." Auravin looks from his work to meet Rag's eyes. "I want you to kill my boss. It won't be that hard for someone like you, I don't think. He only has one Angel at his command, but it is always by his side. I cannot poison him with that thing by his side. I cannot attack while it produces light. Killing it would be a mercy. You've seen Azabrose's internals. An Angel embodies pain as much as perfection."
"You needn't worry, dearest customer... this place wasn't meant for you. I just wanted you to see it. Reasonable people hate me and my kind for all this. I poisoned gods until the toxins broke down their DNA. I stole leftovers from them. They did nothing to me. Some call me Azazel, the Scapegoat. Some call me Asterion Minos, the Minotaur. The Dark Presence, the Underground, the Dream Stealer, the Beast, the Behemoth... My name is Auravin, and I am a sympathizer of the worst sort."
“Everyone says that I am either the greatest person they have ever met or the worst, I try to use that to fuel my compassion. I do not need to be a customer, I simply wanted to help you in whatever way you needed. Nothing matters outside of helping you right now.” He says standing up and stretching.
"..." Auravin looks from his work to meet Rag's eyes. "I want you to kill my boss. It won't be that hard for someone like you, I don't think. He only has one Angel at his command, but it is always by his side. I cannot poison him with that thing by his side. I cannot attack while it produces light. Killing it would be a mercy. You've seen Azabrose's internals. An Angel embodies pain as much as perfection."
“Azabrose. You want him dead.” He rolls his shoulders, thunderous cracks coming from within “Why in the hells would I do that? I’m not your personal hit man, from what I’ve seen he hasn’t done anything warranting death other than threaten me directly, and even then, I knew he didn’t have the strength to back up such a claim. Give me one good, and I mean good, reason to kill him.”
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"
He grumbles and shakes his head "it's gotta be fresh in my mind."
“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."
“Alright. I got a few things I’ve been putting off today anyway, so I guess I’ll see you around!” Mauric waves and smiles at Damian and walks off.
“No! I make cool magic swords and buckets and chains and horseshoes and stuff! You shoot people and steal things! These are fundamentally different concepts!”
He waves his friend off and goes into the tavern, leaving his suit in his room, putting the ring in his back pocket.
“You don’t know if those were good people! They probably stole all of this money anyway! It doesn’t matter how cool your swords are, mind your own business!”
“You’re not in a position to bargain here. You’ll run out of ammo eventually. But I don’t need food, sleep, or air, AND my armor is naturally electrified, AND I’m trained in combat styles from the minotaurs that inhabited this forest in the age before any construct of Man was in this region.”
“And I have a knife as well as a gun!” He says with a boisterous laugh “I’m not afraid of you or anything else after all I’ve seen. Either way, I’m not bargaining I’m telling you, you should let me go, because I can’t cast healing magic.”
“Ooh, everyone look out for the big scary man with his big scary knife, as if 40% of the people here couldn’t level nations with a sneeze. Just give back the gold and don’t let me catch you in my woods. I’ve been here for centuries; you’re another forgettable face with nothing worthwhile to offer.”
“I don’t care how forgettable I am, I did nothing to you, you shoot lightning at me. I shoot you back, you have the arrogance to [gp]ing complain about it. Insulting me won’t convince me to do anything other than shoot you again!” He stops and process what she said “Wait what was that about a sneeze?”
*cut for Riotan, sorry my replies are taking so long. my internet is abysmal rn.*
Riotan strides up next to the angel, staring into their eyes with gleeful malice. “How interesting…”
If writhes about, snarling. Stroth silences it with a curb stomp to the skull "Anyways, I was thinking about using it for something. You want the parts I don't need?"
"..." Auravin looks from his work to meet Rag's eyes. "I want you to kill my boss. It won't be that hard for someone like you, I don't think. He only has one Angel at his command, but it is always by his side. I cannot poison him with that thing by his side. I cannot attack while it produces light. Killing it would be a mercy. You've seen Azabrose's internals. An Angel embodies pain as much as perfection."
“Azabrose. You want him dead.” He rolls his shoulders, thunderous cracks coming from within “Why in the hells would I do that? I’m not your personal hit man, from what I’ve seen he hasn’t done anything warranting death other than threaten me directly, and even then, I knew he didn’t have the strength to back up such a claim. Give me one good, and I mean good, reason to kill him.”
The entire place goes quiet. "Not Azabrose. He wouldn't interfere if held at gunpoint." He mixes a boba tea casually. "An angel named Danlos. He guards a god named Senator Bluing. He owns what's left of my soul. Do whatever you wish with the angel, but Bluing must die. He's looking to crack down on immigrants, throwing anyone without proper pares in the Demon Pit. Proper papers being proof of citizenship."
"..." Auravin looks from his work to meet Rag's eyes. "I want you to kill my boss. It won't be that hard for someone like you, I don't think. He only has one Angel at his command, but it is always by his side. I cannot poison him with that thing by his side. I cannot attack while it produces light. Killing it would be a mercy. You've seen Azabrose's internals. An Angel embodies pain as much as perfection."
“Azabrose. You want him dead.” He rolls his shoulders, thunderous cracks coming from within “Why in the hells would I do that? I’m not your personal hit man, from what I’ve seen he hasn’t done anything warranting death other than threaten me directly, and even then, I knew he didn’t have the strength to back up such a claim. Give me one good, and I mean good, reason to kill him.”
The entire place goes quiet. "Not Azabrose. He wouldn't interfere if held at gunpoint." He mixes a boba tea casually. "An angel named Danlos. He guards a god named Senator Bluing. He owns what's left of my soul. Do whatever you wish with the angel, but Bluing must die. He's looking to crack down on immigrants, throwing anyone without proper pares in the Demon Pit. Proper papers being proof of citizenship."
“Fine, you want me to kill them, I will.” He begins to breath, the flames growing hotter and hotter “Lead the way, tell me where to go and I will handle it.”
The entire place goes quiet. "Not Azabrose. He wouldn't interfere if held at gunpoint." He mixes a boba tea casually. "An angel named Danlos. He guards a god named Senator Bluing. He owns what's left of my soul. Do whatever you wish with the angel, but Bluing must die. He's looking to crack down on immigrants, throwing anyone without proper pares in the Demon Pit. Proper papers being proof of citizenship."
“Fine, you want me to kill them, I will.” He begins to breath, the flames growing hotter and hotter “Lead the way, tell me where to go and I will handle it.”
"If you do not want to do it, you do not have to. But he is about 60ft above us." It sighs. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this, and even more so for making you mad. But if you're up to it, I'm sure most of us would appreciate it."
“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."
“Alright. I got a few things I’ve been putting off today anyway, so I guess I’ll see you around!” Mauric waves and smiles at Damian and walks off.
“No! I make cool magic swords and buckets and chains and horseshoes and stuff! You shoot people and steal things! These are fundamentally different concepts!”
He waves his friend off and goes into the tavern, leaving his suit in his room, putting the ring in his back pocket.
“You don’t know if those were good people! They probably stole all of this money anyway! It doesn’t matter how cool your swords are, mind your own business!”
“You’re not in a position to bargain here. You’ll run out of ammo eventually. But I don’t need food, sleep, or air, AND my armor is naturally electrified, AND I’m trained in combat styles from the minotaurs that inhabited this forest in the age before any construct of Man was in this region.”
“And I have a knife as well as a gun!” He says with a boisterous laugh “I’m not afraid of you or anything else after all I’ve seen. Either way, I’m not bargaining I’m telling you, you should let me go, because I can’t cast healing magic.”
“Ooh, everyone look out for the big scary man with his big scary knife, as if 40% of the people here couldn’t level nations with a sneeze. Just give back the gold and don’t let me catch you in my woods. I’ve been here for centuries; you’re another forgettable face with nothing worthwhile to offer.”
“I don’t care how forgettable I am, I did nothing to you, you shoot lightning at me. I shoot you back, you have the arrogance to [gp]ing complain about it. Insulting me won’t convince me to do anything other than shoot you again!” He stops and process what she said “Wait what was that about a sneeze?”
“Something like two gods and six demon princes here, I think. And most of them could indeed clear out this whole province in their sleep.”
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“Alright. I got a few things I’ve been putting off today anyway, so I guess I’ll see you around!” Mauric waves and smiles at Damian and walks off.
“No! I make cool magic swords and buckets and chains and horseshoes and stuff! You shoot people and steal things! These are fundamentally different concepts!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Alright. I got a few things I’ve been putting off today anyway, so I guess I’ll see you around!” Mauric waves and smiles at Damian and walks off.
“No! I make cool magic swords and buckets and chains and horseshoes and stuff! You shoot people and steal things! These are fundamentally different concepts!”
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 waves his friend off and goes into the tavern, leaving his suit in his room, putting the ring in his back pocket.
“You don’t know if those were good people! They probably stole all of this money anyway! It doesn’t matter how cool your swords are, mind your own business!”
“You seek dreams, I don’t know how much I can provide you in that regard. I am not much of a sleeper, and when I do sleep it is dreamlessly, I apologize greatly.” He says, unable to understand what role he plays in all of this/
"You needn't worry, dearest customer... this place wasn't meant for you. I just wanted you to see it. Reasonable people hate me and my kind for all this. I poisoned gods until the toxins broke down their DNA. I stole leftovers from them. They did nothing to me. Some call me Azazel, the Scapegoat. Some call me Asterion Minos, the Minotaur. The Dark Presence, the Underground, the Dream Stealer, the Beast, the Behemoth... My name is Auravin, and I am a sympathizer of the worst sort."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*cut for Riotan, sorry my replies are taking so long. my internet is abysmal rn.*
Riotan strides up next to the angel, staring into their eyes with gleeful malice. “How interesting…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You’re not in a position to bargain here. You’ll run out of ammo eventually. But I don’t need food, sleep, or air, AND my armor is naturally electrified, AND I’m trained in combat styles from the minotaurs that inhabited this forest in the age before any construct of Man was in this region.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Everyone says that I am either the greatest person they have ever met or the worst, I try to use that to fuel my compassion. I do not need to be a customer, I simply wanted to help you in whatever way you needed. Nothing matters outside of helping you right now.” He says standing up and stretching.
“And I have a knife as well as a gun!” He says with a boisterous laugh “I’m not afraid of you or anything else after all I’ve seen. Either way, I’m not bargaining I’m telling you, you should let me go, because I can’t cast healing magic.”
“Ooh, everyone look out for the big scary man with his big scary knife, as if 40% of the people here couldn’t level nations with a sneeze. Just give back the gold and don’t let me catch you in my woods. I’ve been here for centuries; you’re another forgettable face with nothing worthwhile to offer.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"..." Auravin looks from his work to meet Rag's eyes. "I want you to kill my boss. It won't be that hard for someone like you, I don't think. He only has one Angel at his command, but it is always by his side. I cannot poison him with that thing by his side. I cannot attack while it produces light. Killing it would be a mercy. You've seen Azabrose's internals. An Angel embodies pain as much as perfection."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Azabrose. You want him dead.” He rolls his shoulders, thunderous cracks coming from within “Why in the hells would I do that? I’m not your personal hit man, from what I’ve seen he hasn’t done anything warranting death other than threaten me directly, and even then, I knew he didn’t have the strength to back up such a claim. Give me one good, and I mean good, reason to kill him.”
He grumbles and shakes his head "it's gotta be fresh in my mind."
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 don’t care how forgettable I am, I did nothing to you, you shoot lightning at me. I shoot you back, you have the arrogance to [gp]ing complain about it. Insulting me won’t convince me to do anything other than shoot you again!” He stops and process what she said “Wait what was that about a sneeze?”
If writhes about, snarling. Stroth silences it with a curb stomp to the skull "Anyways, I was thinking about using it for something. You want the parts I don't need?"
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 entire place goes quiet. "Not Azabrose. He wouldn't interfere if held at gunpoint." He mixes a boba tea casually. "An angel named Danlos. He guards a god named Senator Bluing. He owns what's left of my soul. Do whatever you wish with the angel, but Bluing must die. He's looking to crack down on immigrants, throwing anyone without proper pares in the Demon Pit. Proper papers being proof of citizenship."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Felix is in William's hometown, looking for him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Fine, you want me to kill them, I will.” He begins to breath, the flames growing hotter and hotter “Lead the way, tell me where to go and I will handle it.”
"If you do not want to do it, you do not have to. But he is about 60ft above us." It sighs. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this, and even more so for making you mad. But if you're up to it, I'm sure most of us would appreciate it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Something like two gods and six demon princes here, I think. And most of them could indeed clear out this whole province in their sleep.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.