“Of course, you can tell me all about it while I get a drink.” He walks over to get some alcohol and comes back with a full mug, sitting back down.
"I'd rather not."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Never saw Overkill myself, but from these standing ovations it’s good to know there are more writing masters beyond my simply poetry. The higher the ceiling, the more I can fly I guess, and it seems I’ve got much higher to go with people like Baalze on an entirely different level. Anyway does anyone want to roleplay with me?*
*certainly*
*Who do you want, or is anyone okay? I’d prefer you pick someone but you don’t have to.*
*anyone is ok, but I’ll pick Damian, Gon, and the Crusader ig*
*Sure thing, coming right up.*
The Crusader is in the tavern, crunching down on a plate of bones, his helm still on as he reaches underneath to eat.
Gon is in the forest practicing his Nen, trees explode into splinters after charging up for a few moments every time.
Damian has gotten some sleep and is back to planning his wedding. Seemingly more stressed out than before, drinking occasionally from his flask to calm down.
Riotan passes by and snatches a single bone for himself.
A strange and ethereal musical sound echoes through the woodland.
Mauric has finished Damian’s cake and is protecting it closely.
The Crusader doesn’t even look up, simply sighing “You are a pain aren’t you.”
Gon stops charging a punch and looks around the area “Who’s there? Come on out if you want to fight.”
Damian walks over to the cake “This is amazing man, incredible. Unfortunately we don’t have a much time as I thought.”
Riotan grins, sliding the bone behind his cuspids. “Yep.”
There is no direct response. The sound is closest to wind, but reminiscent of operatic singing.
Mauric looks up, buckling his glaive onto his back. “What do you mean?”
He crunches down on another bone, making the contact as he does so “You remind me of an old friend, he was a pain too.”
He steps back into the shadows, looking around the area for what might be there, moving his Nen in the area to detect something, anything.
“Turns out I have even less time before I have a kid, like eight days at the most. So I think I’ll just have to do the ceremony and the party some time later.”
"Anyway, it's not a big deal for most people. For humans, I just give them a Majesty for a time. I sign contracts to make sure they don't just run off and start killing people or anything. You get one power, one time, for one purpose."
"Don't you think I know that?" He looks up, tears in his eyes. "He's... he's horrible. He kills indiscriminately. He's a monster to everyone around him. I know he doesn't want to talk to me, but I need to at least try and help him. I failed to help him before, and it got my entire village slaughtered. He's going to get himself killed with his braindead 'heroism.' I may not be able to get through to him, but I can't leave him like this."
<You mentioned aesthetics… does it affect the bodies of humans as well?>
“Oh. Well, I guess it’s not my place to have any input on this. But if I see him, I’ll definitely keep him from killing anything.”
"Temporarily, yes. Super strength might boost your muscles. Claws give you claws. It's simple stuff, but people sometimes don't expect it at all for some reason."
"Thank you, Loriche. You are entitled to your own opinion, by the way. I'm sorry if I shut you down there. That wasn't... right."
<People are foolish, I suppose.> She muses, striding alongside Elaine.
Loriche chuckles. “Ah, I grew up in simpler times. The ethics I was taught are far less nuanced than those of today.”
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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.
Zalistar nods and throws down a smoke bomb, becoming invisible along with the rest of his hunting party as they book it.
The Bounty Hunter can hear the demon trudging toward them, hellhounds in tow.
The Bounty Hunter is cleaning his wounds with a stone cold face and bandaging them up, giving a thousand yard stare into the distance as he does so.
The Demon finally reaches him. "I told you not to engage. He's got a good heart deep down, but a deadly swing long before you'll reach it."
“He doesn’t swing that hard, especially considering how often he could miss a barn standing next to it.” He says, wrapping his arm, bleed staining it red.
“Of course, you can tell me all about it while I get a drink.” He walks over to get some alcohol and comes back with a full mug, sitting back down.
"I'd rather not."
“Do you want to talk about anything else.”
"I never asked to talk."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Temporarily, yes. Super strength might boost your muscles. Claws give you claws. It's simple stuff, but people sometimes don't expect it at all for some reason."
"Thank you, Loriche. You are entitled to your own opinion, by the way. I'm sorry if I shut you down there. That wasn't... right."
<People are foolish, I suppose.> She muses, striding alongside Elaine.
Loriche chuckles. “Ah, I grew up in simpler times. The ethics I was taught are far less nuanced than those of today.”
"Fladerath wanted them to be like Him, so I made them foolish and hateful. Wasn't my best decision, but he sacrificed one of my favorite creations, Lucifer, for clout."
"Yeah. Everybody has an opinion on things nowadays, even if they don't know what they're talking about. I haven't studied ethics for a day in my life and I have an opinion."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Of course, you can tell me all about it while I get a drink.” He walks over to get some alcohol and comes back with a full mug, sitting back down.
"I'd rather not."
“Do you want to talk about anything else.”
"I never asked to talk."
“And yet we’ve been having a wonderful conversation.”
"Wonderful is a bit of a stretch"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Never saw Overkill myself, but from these standing ovations it’s good to know there are more writing masters beyond my simply poetry. The higher the ceiling, the more I can fly I guess, and it seems I’ve got much higher to go with people like Baalze on an entirely different level. Anyway does anyone want to roleplay with me?*
*certainly*
*Who do you want, or is anyone okay? I’d prefer you pick someone but you don’t have to.*
*anyone is ok, but I’ll pick Damian, Gon, and the Crusader ig*
*Sure thing, coming right up.*
The Crusader is in the tavern, crunching down on a plate of bones, his helm still on as he reaches underneath to eat.
Gon is in the forest practicing his Nen, trees explode into splinters after charging up for a few moments every time.
Damian has gotten some sleep and is back to planning his wedding. Seemingly more stressed out than before, drinking occasionally from his flask to calm down.
Riotan passes by and snatches a single bone for himself.
A strange and ethereal musical sound echoes through the woodland.
Mauric has finished Damian’s cake and is protecting it closely.
The Crusader doesn’t even look up, simply sighing “You are a pain aren’t you.”
Gon stops charging a punch and looks around the area “Who’s there? Come on out if you want to fight.”
Damian walks over to the cake “This is amazing man, incredible. Unfortunately we don’t have a much time as I thought.”
Riotan grins, sliding the bone behind his cuspids. “Yep.”
There is no direct response. The sound is closest to wind, but reminiscent of operatic singing.
Mauric looks up, buckling his glaive onto his back. “What do you mean?”
He crunches down on another bone, making the contact as he does so “You remind me of an old friend, he was a pain too.”
He steps back into the shadows, looking around the area for what might be there, moving his Nen in the area to detect something, anything.
“Turns out I have even less time before I have a kid, like eight days at the most. So I think I’ll just have to do the ceremony and the party some time later.”
“Oh?” Riotan sits next to him, leaning against the bar and facing away from it. “Tell me about him.”
A small stream winds through the dark forest, a strange glowing fluid flowing along with the mundane water, looking like liquid light.
Mauric’s face falls. “Oh. Is Saphuno doing okay? It’s gonna be a safe delivery, right?”
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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.
The Demon finally reaches him. "I told you not to engage. He's got a good heart deep down, but a deadly swing long before you'll reach it."
“He doesn’t swing that hard, especially considering how often he could miss a barn standing next to it.” He says, wrapping his arm, bleed staining it red.
"He wasn't acting at full strength. If he did, it wouldn't matter if he hit or not. Thanks for trying." He tosses a duffel bag of platinum coins to the ground. "You helped me as much as you can with your approach. The more he uses his Dream, the harder it is for him to hide. You must have put up some fight for him to do that. Or maybe you annoyed him. Either way, I hope you didn't hurt him too bad."
"Temporarily, yes. Super strength might boost your muscles. Claws give you claws. It's simple stuff, but people sometimes don't expect it at all for some reason."
"Thank you, Loriche. You are entitled to your own opinion, by the way. I'm sorry if I shut you down there. That wasn't... right."
<People are foolish, I suppose.> She muses, striding alongside Elaine.
Loriche chuckles. “Ah, I grew up in simpler times. The ethics I was taught are far less nuanced than those of today.”
"Fladerath wanted them to be like Him, so I made them foolish and hateful. Wasn't my best decision, but he sacrificed one of my favorite creations, Lucifer, for clout."
"Yeah. Everybody has an opinion on things nowadays, even if they don't know what they're talking about. I haven't studied ethics for a day in my life and I have an opinion."
<So you are some form or incarnation of the ideal of Satan?>
Loriche lifts and shoves the siege engine over some rubble in her path. “Mm-hmm. Hey, want to watch me drive this off a cliff?”
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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.
*Never saw Overkill myself, but from these standing ovations it’s good to know there are more writing masters beyond my simply poetry. The higher the ceiling, the more I can fly I guess, and it seems I’ve got much higher to go with people like Baalze on an entirely different level. Anyway does anyone want to roleplay with me?*
*certainly*
*Who do you want, or is anyone okay? I’d prefer you pick someone but you don’t have to.*
*anyone is ok, but I’ll pick Damian, Gon, and the Crusader ig*
*Sure thing, coming right up.*
The Crusader is in the tavern, crunching down on a plate of bones, his helm still on as he reaches underneath to eat.
Gon is in the forest practicing his Nen, trees explode into splinters after charging up for a few moments every time.
Damian has gotten some sleep and is back to planning his wedding. Seemingly more stressed out than before, drinking occasionally from his flask to calm down.
Riotan passes by and snatches a single bone for himself.
A strange and ethereal musical sound echoes through the woodland.
Mauric has finished Damian’s cake and is protecting it closely.
The Crusader doesn’t even look up, simply sighing “You are a pain aren’t you.”
Gon stops charging a punch and looks around the area “Who’s there? Come on out if you want to fight.”
Damian walks over to the cake “This is amazing man, incredible. Unfortunately we don’t have a much time as I thought.”
Riotan grins, sliding the bone behind his cuspids. “Yep.”
There is no direct response. The sound is closest to wind, but reminiscent of operatic singing.
Mauric looks up, buckling his glaive onto his back. “What do you mean?”
He crunches down on another bone, making the contact as he does so “You remind me of an old friend, he was a pain too.”
He steps back into the shadows, looking around the area for what might be there, moving his Nen in the area to detect something, anything.
“Turns out I have even less time before I have a kid, like eight days at the most. So I think I’ll just have to do the ceremony and the party some time later.”
“Oh?” Riotan sits next to him, leaning against the bar and facing away from it. “Tell me about him.”
A small stream winds through the dark forest, a strange glowing fluid flowing along with the mundane water, looking like liquid light.
Mauric’s face falls. “Oh. Is Saphuno doing okay? It’s gonna be a safe delivery, right?”
“He was a criminal, good guy outside of that. He was just trying to make money on our adventures, but over time we became pretty good friends. I would fight to the death for him.”
He walks over to the river, takes out his fishing rod, and begins to fish slightly.
“She is doing great actually, surprisingly so for someone who hasn’t had much time to prepare. Don’t worry, if she wasn’t I wouldn’t be here.”
The Demon finally reaches him. "I told you not to engage. He's got a good heart deep down, but a deadly swing long before you'll reach it."
“He doesn’t swing that hard, especially considering how often he could miss a barn standing next to it.” He says, wrapping his arm, bleed staining it red.
"He wasn't acting at full strength. If he did, it wouldn't matter if he hit or not. Thanks for trying." He tosses a duffel bag of platinum coins to the ground. "You helped me as much as you can with your approach. The more he uses his Dream, the harder it is for him to hide. You must have put up some fight for him to do that. Or maybe you annoyed him. Either way, I hope you didn't hurt him too bad."
He takes the money “He didn’t look hurt, but I’m sure he was lying.” He pockets the coin and walks away “You probably will catch him, but it’ll take you a while. Good luck, and fair business.” He goes back to the tavern and never looks back.
"Fladerath wanted them to be like Him, so I made them foolish and hateful. Wasn't my best decision, but he sacrificed one of my favorite creations, Lucifer, for clout."
"Yeah. Everybody has an opinion on things nowadays, even if they don't know what they're talking about. I haven't studied ethics for a day in my life and I have an opinion."
<So you are some form or incarnation of the ideal of Satan?>
Loriche lifts and shoves the siege engine over some rubble in her path. “Mm-hmm. Hey, want to watch me drive this off a cliff?”
"Falderath made the concept of Satan himself, long after Luci was cast out. I'm basically all concepts related to Life. The human condition, for example, is a domain of main. Luci was a sort of shake-up. His Majesty is Transgression."
"That would be awesome. Yes." He stands up, holstering his shotgun.
"He wasn't acting at full strength. If he did, it wouldn't matter if he hit or not. Thanks for trying." He tosses a duffel bag of platinum coins to the ground. "You helped me as much as you can with your approach. The more he uses his Dream, the harder it is for him to hide. You must have put up some fight for him to do that. Or maybe you annoyed him. Either way, I hope you didn't hurt him too bad."
He takes the money “He didn’t look hurt, but I’m sure he was lying.” He pockets the coin and walks away “You probably will catch him, but it’ll take you a while. Good luck, and fair business.” He goes back to the tavern and never looks back.
The Demon just sighs and looks for tracks, finding none. "Well, damn."
*And scene! Epic!*
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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The Demon finally reaches him. "I told you not to engage. He's got a good heart deep down, but a deadly swing long before you'll reach it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I'd rather not."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He crunches down on another bone, making the contact as he does so “You remind me of an old friend, he was a pain too.”
He steps back into the shadows, looking around the area for what might be there, moving his Nen in the area to detect something, anything.
“Turns out I have even less time before I have a kid, like eight days at the most. So I think I’ll just have to do the ceremony and the party some time later.”
<People are foolish, I suppose.> She muses, striding alongside Elaine.
Loriche chuckles. “Ah, I grew up in simpler times. The ethics I was taught are far less nuanced than those of today.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“He doesn’t swing that hard, especially considering how often he could miss a barn standing next to it.” He says, wrapping his arm, bleed staining it red.
“Do you want to talk about anything else.”
"I never asked to talk."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“And yet we’ve been having a wonderful conversation.”
"Fladerath wanted them to be like Him, so I made them foolish and hateful. Wasn't my best decision, but he sacrificed one of my favorite creations, Lucifer, for clout."
"Yeah. Everybody has an opinion on things nowadays, even if they don't know what they're talking about. I haven't studied ethics for a day in my life and I have an opinion."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Wonderful is a bit of a stretch"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“What would you call it? Pleasantly Mediocre?”
“Oh?” Riotan sits next to him, leaning against the bar and facing away from it. “Tell me about him.”
A small stream winds through the dark forest, a strange glowing fluid flowing along with the mundane water, looking like liquid light.
Mauric’s face falls. “Oh. Is Saphuno doing okay? It’s gonna be a safe delivery, right?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"He wasn't acting at full strength. If he did, it wouldn't matter if he hit or not. Thanks for trying." He tosses a duffel bag of platinum coins to the ground. "You helped me as much as you can with your approach. The more he uses his Dream, the harder it is for him to hide. You must have put up some fight for him to do that. Or maybe you annoyed him. Either way, I hope you didn't hurt him too bad."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<So you are some form or incarnation of the ideal of Satan?>
Loriche lifts and shoves the siege engine over some rubble in her path. “Mm-hmm. Hey, want to watch me drive this off a cliff?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“He was a criminal, good guy outside of that. He was just trying to make money on our adventures, but over time we became pretty good friends. I would fight to the death for him.”
He walks over to the river, takes out his fishing rod, and begins to fish slightly.
“She is doing great actually, surprisingly so for someone who hasn’t had much time to prepare. Don’t worry, if she wasn’t I wouldn’t be here.”
*I love it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He takes the money “He didn’t look hurt, but I’m sure he was lying.” He pockets the coin and walks away “You probably will catch him, but it’ll take you a while. Good luck, and fair business.” He goes back to the tavern and never looks back.
"Falderath made the concept of Satan himself, long after Luci was cast out. I'm basically all concepts related to Life. The human condition, for example, is a domain of main. Luci was a sort of shake-up. His Majesty is Transgression."
"That would be awesome. Yes." He stands up, holstering his shotgun.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Demon just sighs and looks for tracks, finding none. "Well, damn."
*And scene! Epic!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels