Lord's Rest Inn

Alix is eating with Reese, scarfing down the food. His tails wags happily as he does. 

Scott is curled up on the sofa in the library, Tycho having helped him with his panic attack. 

The Legion is nothing Jason, telling him to rejoin them back in the Entity's clutches. 

*Wassup Yall, back for now, possibly for two hours. Anybody want to rp, talk or just vibe with good old Jester?*

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Alix is eating with Reese, scarfing down the food. His tails wags happily as he does. 

Scott is curled up on the sofa in the library, Tycho having helped him with his panic attack. 

The Legion is nothing Jason, telling him to rejoin them back in the Entity's clutches. 

 Tycho is sat on the sofa, staying beside scott incase he needs an anchor

Jason is walking with them, but doesn't seem to care for the idea beyond humoring his former comrades

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*roleplay?*

 *Sure thing dude. Who?*

*Hellion and Denji?*

 *I got you.*

 The Hellion is training with her massive halberd, slicing self made dummies into tiny pieces with brutal skill.

 Denji is also chopping things apart with brutal skill, but they aren’t dummies, and nor is it training, just a massacre of criminals.

Thirteen watches this from the porch, bored.

Riotan, attracted by the carnage, is discreetly feeding on the ambient pain.

 They cleave the dummy in half with an inward swing before sitting down, their body drenched in sweat.

 They see Denji in his devil form, covered in blood and surrounded by corpses, cackling madly as he blades rev.

Thirteen points at the dummy casually, and it repairs itself.

“Eugh. Glad he’s not in my cult.” He mutters to himself.

 The Hellion stands back up and cleaves it back in half before sitting back down.

 Denji turns his head suddenly to Riotan’s direction, continuing to cackle.

Smirking, he repairs it again.

Riotan quickly moves out of his view, not wanting any trouble.

 The Hellion roars, her muscles expanding as she swings again, cleaving it to nothing.

 Denji grabs one of the bodies and begins to eat them, absolutely tearing them apart.

Thirteen realizes yet again he probably shouldn’t mess with people.

“Tastes good, I hope?” He calls to Denji.

 She is practically swimming in her own sweat when she lays down, breathing deep, heaving as her war paint glows.

 He watches the man Denji is eating disappear, like disappear from existence as he continues to eat.

Feeling guilty, Thirteen goes over to apologize. “Uh… sorry about that. I didn’t mean to cause you undue disturbance.”

His interest now piqued, Riotan moves slightly closer, though he remains wary.

 The Hellion looks up to them, “That was fun, I haven’t had any good training dummies in a long time.” She says, getting up slowly “Thanks for that.”

 All the people Denji eats disappear, along with the memory they ever existed at all, all that remains is their blood.

“Oh well in that case, I can provide you with nearly two dozen zombies and skeletons to spar with.”

Riotan is seriously intrigued by this. “Now how did you do that?” He wonders aloud.

 The Hellion stands up “Summon your creatures and I shall cut them down until they remain that way.” She rolls her muscular shoulders.

 He continues to eat, his teeth now drenched in their blood “I’m the Chainsaw Devil.” Like that was an explanation.

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Alix is eating with Reese, scarfing down the food. His tails wags happily as he does. 

Scott is curled up on the sofa in the library, Tycho having helped him with his panic attack. 

The Legion is nothing Jason, telling him to rejoin them back in the Entity's clutches. 

 Tycho is sat on the sofa, staying beside scott incase he needs an anchor

Jason is walking with them, but doesn't seem to care for the idea beyond humoring his former comrades

 Scott clings to a pillow, his stare right on the carpet on the library. "Thank you.. again.."

Frank hands Jason a switchblade, grinning "C'mon... Have some fun."

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 *s'cool*
Malachi's frame flickers, and in a flash of light a tall man in a fine doublet is standing where he is now. He exudes elegance, with extravagant silver earrings and a feathery black cape. When he speaks, his voice is smooth and beguiling "Ah, pardon me. The switching spell is still in its research and development stage" 

 

 She startles, jumping out of her chair and drawing a short dagger, clutching a locket. She utters something that sounds like a prayer, The words 'Stelera family' and 'Peony' can be heard, but not much else.

 "Relax, darling. I didn't mean to Interrupt your pining"
*uhhhhh peony lore....*

At this point I think she's dead. She died young after taking control of the Lelie family and sorting it out. Unfortunately, everything sort of caught up to her, and, well, she died. The family is left in the hands of her closest relatives: A piano-tuner, a farrier, and two crazy old ladies. 

 

 *I'm crying..*

"Pining? You got some nerve-" She clenches her fists, the sound of leather creaking.

 *heheheheheheh*
"That wouldn't be wise. I'm no mortal."

 *I hate you.. but I love you*

"Right, sure.. Now, what do you want?" She puts the dagger away and sits back down, idly petting Salem.

 *wowza*
he gives a low, cordial bow. "My name is Antando the Alterer, and I want nothing from you. My workforce have been scoping out this place for a while, and it's quite a good place to pick up clients"

 "I don't think that the owner would appreciate that, Sir. And, clients for what?"

A faint 'she's right, ya know!' can be heard from an eaves dropping Reese.

 "My domain is improvement. I improve." he flips his hair. "And trust me, my harpies have been single-handedly skyrocketing the inn's soup sales."

 "I've heard your harpies have skyrocketed to fame on the menu. 's why I came, y'know?"

 "THe menu?!" he says indignantly, rubbing his temples "they're eating my harpies?"

 "No, just a little strugel." She says, fixing her glasses.