*Anybody want to rp, if so would you mind picking the characters you want?*
*You said I should bring Felix to Gon, and I'd like to try that if you're up for it.*
*Yeah I’m totally up for that, considering how alike they are.*
*Awesome*
Felix is preparing fish by the docks. He's using every part of the creature, and has some very strange aquatic beasties to cook.
They see a child in a white T shirt, green boots, and green shorts, dragging a fish the size of two cars stacked on top of each other which they seemingly caught themselves.
*Yes. It is me. The well-known, uh… dungeoneer, Jobah. In the flesh. Exactly as you remember. With no suspicious personality changes or odd mannerisms that would indicate the presence of something like a skinwalker or replicant android.*
*Of course friend, the same ol Jobah who I planned to brainwash.*
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
Felix is preparing fish by the docks. He's using every part of the creature, and has some very strange aquatic beasties to cook.
They see a child in a white T shirt, green boots, and green shorts, dragging a fish the size of two cars stacked on top of each other which they seemingly caught themselves.
Felix waves. "Nice catch, man! Want me to cook that up for you?"
The masked man slowly stands up, brushing the bugs off of himself, not really hurt by them. He throws the crowbar aside and starts to walk away.
As he walks, Ichigo is suddenly behind him. He wraps a massive arm around their neck, refusing to let go. (GRAPPLE: 19 )
STR: 12
He drags him back to the center of the room, the doors around them closing on their own.
There is a loud crack as he pulls the trigger on a gun.
Attack: 28 Damage: 35
The Oni doesn't seem to effected by the bullets, it keeps walking and then sets him on the floor. It pulls out a longsword from a sheath around it's shoulder, gripping it.
The masked man slowly stands up, brushing the bugs off of himself, not really hurt by them. He throws the crowbar aside and starts to walk away.
As he walks, Ichigo is suddenly behind him. He wraps a massive arm around their neck, refusing to let go. (GRAPPLE: 19 )
STR: 12
He drags him back to the center of the room, the doors around them closing on their own.
There is a loud crack as he pulls the trigger on a gun.
Attack: 28 Damage: 35
The Oni doesn't seem to effected by the bullets, it keeps walking and then sets him on the floor. It pulls out a longsword from a sheath around it's shoulder, gripping it.
Jacket backs up a few steps, putting away his gun. "Burn. Up in flames." he plays through his recorder.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(found some games in my steam library I forgot I had lol)
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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
Felix is preparing fish by the docks. He's using every part of the creature, and has some very strange aquatic beasties to cook.
They see a child in a white T shirt, green boots, and green shorts, dragging a fish the size of two cars stacked on top of each other which they seemingly caught themselves.
Felix waves. "Nice catch, man! Want me to cook that up for you?"
He nods frantically before bringing it over, as Felix cooks it they would notice how it didn’t die of suffocation and instead bludgeoned with something real strong.
The masked man slowly stands up, brushing the bugs off of himself, not really hurt by them. He throws the crowbar aside and starts to walk away.
As he walks, Ichigo is suddenly behind him. He wraps a massive arm around their neck, refusing to let go. (GRAPPLE: 19 )
STR: 12
He drags him back to the center of the room, the doors around them closing on their own.
There is a loud crack as he pulls the trigger on a gun.
Attack: 28 Damage: 35
The Oni doesn't seem to effected by the bullets, it keeps walking and then sets him on the floor. It pulls out a longsword from a sheath around it's shoulder, gripping it.
Jacket backs up a few steps, putting away his gun. "Burn. Up in flames." he plays through his recorder.
"Fire.. ice.. water.. lightning.. thunder.. it all cannot kill me.. I was made to take it all and survive.." it snarled "but you... You were not."
*Would you be up for continuing with Stroth and Omori's patron as well, or should we save that for later?*
Omori runs over, occasionally slipping between shadows as usual to get there as quickly as possible.
*I don't believe that was me yvonne*
Inside the dimly lit warehouse is a man on the ground pleading for his life, his forehead bleeding profusely. Looming over him is a man with a rooster mask, a letterman jacket, blue jeans, and sneakers. In his hand is a bloody crowbar. In his other hand is a tape cassette. He presses a button and monotone voice leaks from it. "please do not be afraid."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Anybody want to rp, if so would you mind picking the characters you want?*
*Sure.. hm.. how about the crusader?*
*Sure thing*
The Crusader is sitting outside of the tavern, looking blankly into the distance, his blade in the dirt and his helm to the side. His armor is covered in blood, guts, and many other things, although the smell doesn’t seem to bother him much.
Ichigo, a massive monstrous Oni wearing dark plate armor and a cloak that covers his mask and facial features in shadow, walks by. The Crusader can smell dirt, blood, and death on this thing like a slap to the face.
*Bleach reference?*
His hand instinctively moves to his holy blade and helm, but he quickly calms down, remembering the protective field around the tavern. He nods to Ichigo respect fully, the smell similar to what he used to breath in during the crusades, so although it is pungent, it isn’t anything new.
*Nurp*
Ichigo looks over, carrying a cat in his arms who is purring contently. "Hello..." He rasps.
*Huh, lucky coincidence I guess.*
He takes a deep breath before saying back respectfully in his gruff tone “Hello fellow warrior.”
"Who... Are.. you?" It asks, tilting it's head to the side.
“I am the last remaining Crusader of the old crusaders. Who are you?”
"Ichigo... The Last Body.." he rasped quietly "Nice to.. meet you." He bows.
He returns the bow, “Hello Ichigo, nice to meet you too.” He says, respect in his voice.
(found some games in my steam library I forgot I had lol)
*ooh, what games are those?*
(inscryption, cult of the lamb, pony island, house flipper, and Stardew)
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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
The masked man slowly stands up, brushing the bugs off of himself, not really hurt by them. He throws the crowbar aside and starts to walk away.
As he walks, Ichigo is suddenly behind him. He wraps a massive arm around their neck, refusing to let go. (GRAPPLE: 19 )
STR: 12
He drags him back to the center of the room, the doors around them closing on their own.
There is a loud crack as he pulls the trigger on a gun.
Attack: 28 Damage: 35
The Oni doesn't seem to effected by the bullets, it keeps walking and then sets him on the floor. It pulls out a longsword from a sheath around it's shoulder, gripping it.
Jacket backs up a few steps, putting away his gun. "Burn. Up in flames." he plays through his recorder.
"Fire.. ice.. water.. lightning.. thunder.. it all cannot kill me.. I was made to take it all and survive.." it snarled "but you... You were not."
"I am not afraid to die. Death is an old friend." Jacket plays through his recorder.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Anybody want to rp, if so would you mind picking the characters you want?*
*Sure.. hm.. how about the crusader?*
*Sure thing*
The Crusader is sitting outside of the tavern, looking blankly into the distance, his blade in the dirt and his helm to the side. His armor is covered in blood, guts, and many other things, although the smell doesn’t seem to bother him much.
Ichigo, a massive monstrous Oni wearing dark plate armor and a cloak that covers his mask and facial features in shadow, walks by. The Crusader can smell dirt, blood, and death on this thing like a slap to the face.
*Bleach reference?*
His hand instinctively moves to his holy blade and helm, but he quickly calms down, remembering the protective field around the tavern. He nods to Ichigo respect fully, the smell similar to what he used to breath in during the crusades, so although it is pungent, it isn’t anything new.
*Nurp*
Ichigo looks over, carrying a cat in his arms who is purring contently. "Hello..." He rasps.
*Huh, lucky coincidence I guess.*
He takes a deep breath before saying back respectfully in his gruff tone “Hello fellow warrior.”
"Who... Are.. you?" It asks, tilting it's head to the side.
“I am the last remaining Crusader of the old crusaders. Who are you?”
"Ichigo... The Last Body.." he rasped quietly "Nice to.. meet you." He bows.
He returns the bow, “Hello Ichigo, nice to meet you too.” He says, respect in his voice.
"What.. are you.. doing.. so far.. from home?" It asks
*Would you be up for continuing with Stroth and Omori's patron as well, or should we save that for later?*
Omori runs over, occasionally slipping between shadows as usual to get there as quickly as possible.
*I don't believe that was me yvonne*
Inside the dimly lit warehouse is a man on the ground pleading for his life, his forehead bleeding profusely. Looming over him is a man with a rooster mask, a letterman jacket, blue jeans, and sneakers. In his hand is a bloody crowbar. In his other hand is a tape cassette. He presses a button and monotone voice leaks from it. "please do not be afraid."
*Oh shoot you're right lol. Sorry 'bout that. I'm still a little eepy.*
Omori doesn't try to puzzle this out- she fires an Eldritch Blast at the rooster-masked man. 22 to hit, 8 force damage.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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They see a child in a white T shirt, green boots, and green shorts, dragging a fish the size of two cars stacked on top of each other which they seemingly caught themselves.
*Of course friend, the same ol Jobah who I planned to brainwash.*
Isaac nods to her as he walks by
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
Felix waves. "Nice catch, man! Want me to cook that up for you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Oni doesn't seem to effected by the bullets, it keeps walking and then sets him on the floor. It pulls out a longsword from a sheath around it's shoulder, gripping it.
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
*Would you be up for continuing with Stroth and Omori's patron as well, or should we save that for later?*
Omori runs over, occasionally slipping between shadows as usual to get there as quickly as possible.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
They sit down and watch silently, the air growing heavy with some kind of energy as they watch, an arm on their leg and sitting on the other leg.
It shrugs slightly "We..have.. no idea.." it mutters "We are one but we can... Become.. many."
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
Jacket backs up a few steps, putting away his gun. "Burn. Up in flames." he plays through his recorder.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(found some games in my steam library I forgot I had lol)
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
*ooh, what games are those?*
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 nods frantically before bringing it over, as Felix cooks it they would notice how it didn’t die of suffocation and instead bludgeoned with something real strong.
"Fire.. ice.. water.. lightning.. thunder.. it all cannot kill me.. I was made to take it all and survive.." it snarled "but you... You were not."
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 believe that was me yvonne*
Inside the dimly lit warehouse is a man on the ground pleading for his life, his forehead bleeding profusely. Looming over him is a man with a rooster mask, a letterman jacket, blue jeans, and sneakers. In his hand is a bloody crowbar. In his other hand is a tape cassette. He presses a button and monotone voice leaks from it. "please do not be afraid."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He returns the bow, “Hello Ichigo, nice to meet you too.” He says, respect in his voice.
*look, not tryna sound rude or wtv here, but I feel like a CHILD would be terrified seeing someone get their skull beat in*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(inscryption, cult of the lamb, pony island, house flipper, and Stardew)
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
"I am not afraid to die. Death is an old friend." Jacket plays through his recorder.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"What.. are you.. doing.. so far.. from home?" It asks
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
*Oh shoot you're right lol. Sorry 'bout that. I'm still a little eepy.*
Omori doesn't try to puzzle this out- she fires an Eldritch Blast at the rooster-masked man. 22 to hit, 8 force damage.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)