Thirteen is checking off entries on a list of protections to set around the inn for when the Others make themselves known. He’s been acting very paranoid as of late.
Mauric has been planning things out with Nick for the past few days about their wedding. This is the happiest he has ever felt in his life.
Loriche is just chilling at her campsite, asleep.
Riotan is thinking up the most horrible ways possible to torture Felix.
Garty and the Faceless Flesh are inactive, sealed in their totem and bag respectively.
Klei is thieving once again.
Nick is napping in an armchair, exhausted.
Klei hears a scream from a nearby warehouse
Mauric smiles at him, finishing marking up the map of potential venues.
Instinctively, Klei goes invisible, and runs to investigate.
Nick shivers, cold.
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."
Mauric walks over to him and places his jacket over Nick, grinning.
Klei watches, horrified, his shortsword in hand, trying to judge the best way to approach this and save this guy.
He pulls him into a sleepy hug.
The man continues to plead as Jacket breaks both of his legs.
Mauric hugs him back happily.
Klei casts thunder step through his hexblade, appearing behind Jacket with a deafening blast of sound accompanying him. Make a Constitution save.
Nick yawns as he wakes up a bit.
CON: 15
“How you doing?” He inquires quietly and comfortingly.
Fail. You take 15 thunder damage.
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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.
Mauric has been planning things out with Nick for the past few days about their wedding. This is the happiest he has ever felt in his life.
Riotan is thinking up the most horrible ways possible to torture Felix.
They would see Damian wandering nearby, his eyes look more tired than ever, huge bags on them.
They see Ragnerious watching them silently, one hand on his axe like he knows what Riotan’s thinking.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” He asks, walking over to Damian.
Riotan ignores him, but stops dwelling on appalling violence just in case. He instead starts thinking about the 700 years he spent trapped in Threksos’s tomb.
He rubs his eyes and looks up from the ground to Mauric, his voice as tired as his eyes “Hey man, it’s going amazing.”
When he looks away from Rag he vanishes, the air fills with an unsteady silence, and then he feels a presence beside him. Rag sits down next to Riotan, looking into his eyes silently.
"I understand. They need to be cared for like any butterfly or ladybug, but they aren't as cute so people hate them. Did you know that the paw paw is one of the largest edible fruits to come from a tree?"
It nods "It was.. old world... fruit."
"Really? I'd think it would have changed too much to be recognizable by this point." He thinks for a moment. "So... you came from the old world, right? Did you, perhaps, shelter these bugs' ancestors from the collapse?"
"Indeed, Gon! But I'm also a hunter myself. I don't think I'm the same kind, however. I'm trying to teach people how to respect the monsters they hunt, so the angry spirits don't come back and wreak havoc. Cooking those creatures is one of the ways you can show that respect, so I cook whatever I can." Felix is making at least six different dishes, each with wildly different methods.
Gon looks to the dishes, picking one up and devouring it ravenously, “I was just going to cook this over an open fire, this is delicious! I just hunt stuff, and I’m looking for my dad!”
"Thank you. Just an open fire wouldn't properly prepare a being of this majesty. Do you want any help looking for your dad? Even if you are strong, everyone could use some help."
“I would be happy to have your help! Do you know anything about my dad Ging? Wherever he is, he hasn’t given me any clues or anything.”
*Point still stands. People would be terrified seeing a mute man, who talks through a cassette player, kill someone with a crowbar*
*My point still stands as well, you don’t know this character or what they have been through. No disrespect of course.*
*It's rather rare for someone to have zero emotion while witnessing a murder. Unless your character is a complete socio/psychopath.*
*Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that he is a complete psychopath. He doesn’t care about anyone or anything that isn’t his friends or father.*
*Mn. okay then*
*Sorry I didn’t mention that, want to continue?*
*Sure. It's just frustrating not knowing much about characters that I interact with*
*You didn’t really tell me much about Mr.Hotline Miami either but start whenever you want.*
*I feel like its pretty obvious what I was going for, and I didnt really feel the need to explain because you recognized him...*
*Know the game, not the character, as for being annoyed despite not telling me anything about the character either seems slightly hypocritical, again not an insult, just an observation.*
"I understand. They need to be cared for like any butterfly or ladybug, but they aren't as cute so people hate them. Did you know that the paw paw is one of the largest edible fruits to come from a tree?"
It nods "It was.. old world... fruit."
"Really? I'd think it would have changed too much to be recognizable by this point." He thinks for a moment. "So... you came from the old world, right? Did you, perhaps, shelter these bugs' ancestors from the collapse?"
It nods "They are.. friends.. family.." it said "Found me when.. I was.. slave."
*Point still stands. People would be terrified seeing a mute man, who talks through a cassette player, kill someone with a crowbar*
*My point still stands as well, you don’t know this character or what they have been through. No disrespect of course.*
*It's rather rare for someone to have zero emotion while witnessing a murder. Unless your character is a complete socio/psychopath.*
*Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that he is a complete psychopath. He doesn’t care about anyone or anything that isn’t his friends or father.*
*Mn. okay then*
*Sorry I didn’t mention that, want to continue?*
*Sure. It's just frustrating not knowing much about characters that I interact with*
*You didn’t really tell me much about Mr.Hotline Miami either but start whenever you want.*
*I feel like its pretty obvious what I was going for, and I didnt really feel the need to explain because you recognized him...*
*Know the game, not the character, as for being annoyed despite not telling me anything about the character either seems slightly hypocritical, again not an insult, just an observation.*
*Wtv man. I just created him as a fun little character for Halloween.*
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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.
"Indeed, Gon! But I'm also a hunter myself. I don't think I'm the same kind, however. I'm trying to teach people how to respect the monsters they hunt, so the angry spirits don't come back and wreak havoc. Cooking those creatures is one of the ways you can show that respect, so I cook whatever I can." Felix is making at least six different dishes, each with wildly different methods.
Gon looks to the dishes, picking one up and devouring it ravenously, “I was just going to cook this over an open fire, this is delicious! I just hunt stuff, and I’m looking for my dad!”
"Thank you. Just an open fire wouldn't properly prepare a being of this majesty. Do you want any help looking for your dad? Even if you are strong, everyone could use some help."
“I would be happy to have your help! Do you know anything about my dad Ging? Wherever he is, he hasn’t given me any clues or anything.”
Felix seems a bit surprised. "Of the Freecss legacy? I'll be honest, I don't know much about him. I heard he was powerful, but last I heard of him he was working on some sort of... game. That was a while ago, though. I'll keep an eye out for him, alright? Maybe I could get the word out that you're looking for him. I have a radio show and can put up flyers. Get more eyes out there, you know?"
*Point still stands. People would be terrified seeing a mute man, who talks through a cassette player, kill someone with a crowbar*
*My point still stands as well, you don’t know this character or what they have been through. No disrespect of course.*
*It's rather rare for someone to have zero emotion while witnessing a murder. Unless your character is a complete socio/psychopath.*
*Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that he is a complete psychopath. He doesn’t care about anyone or anything that isn’t his friends or father.*
*Mn. okay then*
*Sorry I didn’t mention that, want to continue?*
*Sure. It's just frustrating not knowing much about characters that I interact with*
*You didn’t really tell me much about Mr.Hotline Miami either but start whenever you want.*
*I feel like its pretty obvious what I was going for, and I didnt really feel the need to explain because you recognized him...*
*Know the game, not the character, as for being annoyed despite not telling me anything about the character either seems slightly hypocritical, again not an insult, just an observation.*
*Wtv man. I just created him as a fun little character for Halloween.*
*Coolio man, whatever you say. It ain’t a big deal, love a little violent murder for Halloween.*
“How you doing?” He inquires quietly and comfortingly.
Fail. You take 15 thunder damage.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Ichigo literally picks them up as if they weigh nothing, hauling them over his shoulder "You.. need.. rest."
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
*You didn’t really tell me much about Mr.Hotline Miami either but start whenever you want.*
"No. I am just.. as bad.. as you. But I know.. when.. to not kill... Innocent people." It snarls.
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
"Sleepy." he mumbles
He turns, swinging the crowbar at them. Attack: 10 Damage: 17
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I feel like its pretty obvious what I was going for, and I didnt really feel the need to explain because you recognized him...*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He rubs his eyes and looks up from the ground to Mauric, his voice as tired as his eyes “Hey man, it’s going amazing.”
When he looks away from Rag he vanishes, the air fills with an unsteady silence, and then he feels a presence beside him. Rag sits down next to Riotan, looking into his eyes silently.
"Are you sure they were innocent." the tape recorder plays
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Really? I'd think it would have changed too much to be recognizable by this point." He thinks for a moment. "So... you came from the old world, right? Did you, perhaps, shelter these bugs' ancestors from the collapse?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I would be happy to have your help! Do you know anything about my dad Ging? Wherever he is, he hasn’t given me any clues or anything.”
*Know the game, not the character, as for being annoyed despite not telling me anything about the character either seems slightly hypocritical, again not an insult, just an observation.*
"Killing is still wrong...."
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
It nods "They are.. friends.. family.." it said "Found me when.. I was.. slave."
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
He tries to resist, although not much, more the parchment on his belt beginning to glow with golden heat, “Let me go.”
*Wtv man. I just created him as a fun little character for Halloween.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Not if said person was corrupt."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix seems a bit surprised. "Of the Freecss legacy? I'll be honest, I don't know much about him. I heard he was powerful, but last I heard of him he was working on some sort of... game. That was a while ago, though. I'll keep an eye out for him, alright? Maybe I could get the word out that you're looking for him. I have a radio show and can put up flyers. Get more eyes out there, you know?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Coolio man, whatever you say. It ain’t a big deal, love a little violent murder for Halloween.*
"I... Cannot. You need.. rest."
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
"Even if corrupt.."
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