Lord's Rest Inn

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 He comes across a gothic, abandoned hospital. He can feel the presence of many spirits of an unusual kind flitting about, invisible. Puppets, dolls, and other toys lay scattered all over the ground. A statuesque man sits in a chair in the middle of the hallway, his dark clothes flowing in the wind as he stares at the floor, facing away from the Dark Lord.

 Dracula cracks his knuckles and neck, knowing this place to be supernatural in some form, and that he might have some sway here. He returns to his true form, the recognizable demon of Transylvania who conquered death itself and has the legions of hell under his employ. He walks over, more confident, and taps their shoulder with a single claw.

 The man doesn't turn. In fact, he barely moves. "So many bodies. So many nightmares. All in the name of human greed. This place... sickens me."

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*Looks from left to right, shifty eyed.. coughs.. Hey kid, want some characters?...*

Luffy is eating a pile of cherry pies at the bar
Saphuno is begrudgingly serving him

Lilac is hunting rabbits in the field

 *Actually I wanted to rp with Lilac too.*

 Gon, green shorts and shoes with a white T shirt, walks over and sits down at the bar, looks around 13 years old. Asks for a pie.

 Someone absolutely giant walks by carrying several trees on his back. He is about 15ft tall, and completely covered in all natural muscle, tanned alabaster skin and the occasional group of red dragon scales.

 Luffy, devouring the pies, stops and looks down at the kid, head cocked. "What'd you say?" he has pie in his mouth as he speaks

Giving up the hunt, Lilac decides to pad after the Giant.

 The kid has taken out a giant fish and began to take huge chunks out of it, he speaks with his own mouth full “I want some pie. Who are you?”

 The Giant drops some trees upon seeing Lilac, sitting down next to the trees, sharpening his great axe absentmindedly.

 "My pies?! You can have one... I'm Luffy!"

"Hey, mister!" She calls to him.

 “Hi, I’m Gon!” He smiles at him and takes one of the pies, consuming it in a few bites.

 He looks down to them “Hello, I’m Ragnerious, who might you be?”

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 He comes across a gothic, abandoned hospital. He can feel the presence of many spirits of an unusual kind flitting about, invisible. Puppets, dolls, and other toys lay scattered all over the ground. A statuesque man sits in a chair in the middle of the hallway, his dark clothes flowing in the wind as he stares at the floor, facing away from the Dark Lord.

 Dracula cracks his knuckles and neck, knowing this place to be supernatural in some form, and that he might have some sway here. He returns to his true form, the recognizable demon of Transylvania who conquered death itself and has the legions of hell under his employ. He walks over, more confident, and taps their shoulder with a single claw.

 The man doesn't turn. In fact, he barely moves. "So many bodies. So many nightmares. All in the name of human greed. This place... sickens me."

 He stops, lowering his hand, said hand now shivering. He walks over to one of the walls, looking to it with rage before walking around to face the man, calming himself back down.

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*Anyone else want to rp with me? And if so with whom?*

 *I got my new boi if you want him?*

Deep within the woods, a deep screeching fills the air. Something between the mix of an animal and a person, both in such horrible pain. The animals in the area in the forest have disappeared, hidden in burrows and holes to hide from whatever it is. 

 

A huge, bipedal skeleton of a crow stalks the area. It's rotting flesh and dirty feathers barely cling to its skeletal body that drops bits of rotting flesh to the ground. Its beady, lifeless eyes look around. A ghastly blue substance drips from its body, smoke spewing from it as the essence hits the ground. It clutches its stomach, doubling over and crying out again.

 

The mists engulf it, now in its place a handsome man. He stands about 6'2, tall and imposing. His stern features are treated with short silver hair with an undercut and a goatee. His black eyes were hollow and dull. His skin is pale, sickly almost. He wears beautiful purple and indigo robes that flow around him as if he is enveloped by the night sky. Strange markings cover his form, glowing deep blue and mapped across his flesh. 

 

He takes a deep breath as if to steady himself, pulling out a necklace hidden under his robes. He rubs his thumb across the pendant, a silver dragonfly, pressing to his lips. He whispers a silent prayer to it before heading towards the tavern.

 *I honestly don’t know if anyone would work with this guy, but I’ll have to see.*

 The sound of shambling fills the air, steel clanking with the rhythm of steps, light glowing runes filling the air as Grove comes into view, waving at the new arrival, his soul swirling blue like the sky “Hello.”

 The man looks up "Hello.." he utters, his voice sounding like a dozen more people trapped in one body "I am... Michael.."

 His own voice grows similar, the spear in his chest moving around slowly as move souls come out of it to reflect his own, the blade on his back glowing as well “I am Grove, what are you? Are you like me?”

 "Something... Much worse I am afraid." He sighs "It is nice to meet you though Sir Grove."

 “As it is to meet you Sir Michael. If you are worse than a warrior and his victims all trapped in one body, then I am truly sorry for you.” He says, truly meaning it.

 Michael sighs and shakes his head "Me, my daughter's and son, and my wife... We all died of scarlet fever.." he says, rubbing his eyes as if to stop from crying "Nevermind that, how are you?" He asks, putting on a smile.

 “That sounds awful, I witness the disease in its worst days when I was still able to feel anything, I’m sorry I couldn’t have helped you or your family.” He says, shaking his head solemnly “I am doing fine enough, although this land is more bizarre than anywhere else.”

 "Do you mind.. showing me around?" He asks, placing his hands under his sleeves "I have not been here before.."

 “I would be happy to you, although I may be less than what you want.” He begins to walk, moving with steps slightly unstable, pieces of his body coming off and back together.

 Michael follows, looking around. He touches the leaves, the rocks, running his fingers over the tree bark and the dirt. He seems curious about the area around him.

 Grove doesn’t speak much, not knowing the area much himself, although he does seem to be reminiscing upon something as he walks, muttering to himself about the days far gone.

 Michael points the tavern "An inn of sorts?"