The dog loves it very much, and loves Benimaru equally. It licks at his face and hands.
"Yeah, I feel you man. Well, not really. I guess you could say I do want to be in mine, but only because I don't really have a choice if I want to kill God. And I guess it's more of a highly regimented and controlled mercenary task force owned mutually by the American, Japanese, and Eng... actually, I don't care. I can sympathize, anyway. Not perfectly, obviously, but I know enough to know that it's rough."
He laughs as the dog licks his face and he hears her words “Oh you’re definitely preaching to the choir on that one. Although Shinra’s more of the godslayer than I am. I was never interested in fighting for the army, just keeping my region safe you know? But when you’re the strongest around, suddenly the responsibility is all yours to carry.” He hasn’t really had a connection to his home, so this dog kinda is saving him more than he is it.
"Fighting sucks. I just throw out a monster and hope my team recognizes that it's not going to kill them. I only have like, one fighter left. Really sucks that 'high potential' basically means 'you're a loose cannon so we're throwing you at the worst things we can find.' Lots of recruits die, and a lot of them die because they get teamed up with me and don't understand the difference between my minions and an actual threat to their health. But they still keep sending me their dumbest kids. I'm sure everyone looks like a rookie to you, so you get it."
She sits down and pulls out three home-made bento boxes. They're still warm. "One of these was for my latest recruit. He went home the instant he was out of sight. It's beef wellington, if you're interested."
He looks up to the thing, “I’m good, I’ve eaten enough today, no matter how hungry these smokes end up making me.” He chuckles and takes his gourd of sake back to his belt “What brings you around here? You have work to do as well?”
*"Feed me your medical records." - Mr. Truth, the giant frog*
*No, I'd much rather feed you a pie.*
*Mr. Truth can only feed on facts. He functions as a massive, hyper-intelligent computer that turns raw data in to actionable information. However, he gets tired very quickly. When he sleeps, his eyes come out of their cozy flesh folds and search for new information to feed to the main frog body.*
*Mr. Truth is one of my new character's familiars. She make him herself with no oversight.*
A young man walks into town, looking around 20. He has messy black hair that looks like it needs to be cut, contrasting his pale skin and deep brown eyes. He wears a set of splint armor, with a sleeve around his left arm that covers down to his hand, his ring finger and thumb the only ones covered by the cloth. Around his shoulders is a heavy cloak, brown leather on the outside though the inside is patterned in a shimmering material that reflects light like a galaxy. On one hip is a sheathed sword, the sheath wrapped in fabric that looks like it was torn from a flag
*evening salem :>*
*"Feed me your medical records." - Mr. Truth, the giant frog*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*if ya wanna rp, I posted my active characters above ^^*
*Oh look, it’s a fox that loves caffeine.*
"That's a strange thing to hear from your apprentice. Or intern. I don't exactly know your relationship."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He looks up to the thing, “I’m good, I’ve eaten enough today, no matter how hungry these smokes end up making me.” He chuckles and takes his gourd of sake back to his belt “What brings you around here? You have work to do as well?”
*Mr. Truth can only feed on facts. He functions as a massive, hyper-intelligent computer that turns raw data in to actionable information. However, he gets tired very quickly. When he sleeps, his eyes come out of their cozy flesh folds and search for new information to feed to the main frog body.*
*Mr. Truth is one of my new character's familiars. She make him herself with no oversight.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*well I officially just got to work and found out I’m closing with a coworker I do not like 😒*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*also, an intro for y'all*
A young man walks into town, looking around 20. He has messy black hair that looks like it needs to be cut, contrasting his pale skin and deep brown eyes. He wears a set of splint armor, with a sleeve around his left arm that covers down to his hand, his ring finger and thumb the only ones covered by the cloth. Around his shoulders is a heavy cloak, brown leather on the outside though the inside is patterned in a shimmering material that reflects light like a galaxy. On one hip is a sheathed sword, the sheath wrapped in fabric that looks like it was torn from a flag
*oof, that sucks. Also: [hug]*
*great to see you on threads again :>*
She smiles at them, "Hello Reese"
*Anybody else want to roleplay? If so, with what flavor of character would you like?*