Lord's Rest Inn

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 "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?”

 "It was supposed to be a training mission. Hershey beat the monster all by himself once the kid skedaddled. By the way, Hershey, you want this?" The dog jumps up and bounds over, eating the contents of the lunch box ravenously. She pets Hershey. "By the way, evidently there's this type of monster that's started appearing around here. They're like, people who are constantly on fire or something. That's what it sounded like, anyway. It's really sick that someone thought it would be okay to make things like that. I guess I could just hold God responsible for it, but that's not as direct as I would like. I wanna just..." She slams the tip of her cane to the ground, causing the length of it to break apart into blades held together by glowing metal wires (Literally a Threaded Cane). "So many people think if they can't create life, they should change life instead. But life doesn't like to be enslaved like that. That's where monsters come from."

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 "That's a strange thing to hear from your apprentice. Or intern. I don't exactly know your relationship."

 "It's.. complicated.. He tells me the same things, but is bereft of reaction when I say them."

 "Interesting. Perhaps he doesn't believe that he is beautiful, and thinks your just weak minded and believing his boasting."

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*Anybody else want to roleplay? If so, with what flavor of character would you like?*

 *one double scoop of queer, please!*

 *Damian it is, or possibly Sanviento, would you like a smart queer or a dumb one?*

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 "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?”

 "It was supposed to be a training mission. Hershey beat the monster all by himself once the kid skedaddled. By the way, Hershey, you want this?" The dog jumps up and bounds over, eating the contents of the lunch box ravenously. She pets Hershey. "By the way, evidently there's this type of monster that's started appearing around here. They're like, people who are constantly on fire or something. That's what it sounded like, anyway. It's really sick that someone thought it would be okay to make things like that. I guess I could just hold God responsible for it, but that's not as direct as I would like. I wanna just..." She slams the tip of her cane to the ground, causing the length of it to break apart into blades held together by glowing metal wires (Literally a Threaded Cane). "So many people think if they can't create life, they should change life instead. But life doesn't like to be enslaved like that. That's where monsters come from."

 He nods, smiling at the dog’s name “That sounds like a whole lot of not my business. I think I’ll stick to what I do, rather than stick my head into something that isn’t mine. Would you like a drink of sake?” He holds up the gourd one last time “Cause that sounds like a lot, and if I were you I’d be drinking all the time.”

(apparently some kid in my school decided to take shots of rubbing alcohol) 

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*RAAAAAAAAAH*

 *"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.*

 *perturbing..*

 *He also has a human nose, horns, three eyes, and the teeth of a dog. And when I say he's giant, I mean about the size of an RV.*

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*also imma intro in a second. But here's my current characters*

Georgie is staying in the factory, quietly sewing a hoke in one of his stuffed animals, periodically wincing due to the bruises forming on him

Jason is enjoying a walk, for once not wearing his mask to not draw attention

Mary is say in the tavern, sipping a mug of ale quietly

 Reese sits next to her, leash in hand, a smirk on her face.

 She smiles at them, "Hello Reese"

 "Hi, Mary~" She says, leaning into them.