*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.”
“Sounds like the kind of guy I could easily convert.” He ponders, swallowing the bone whole.
The light coalesces into a bright bluish feline silhouette that leaps along the surface of the water.
“Oh thank God. Well, I’m gonna have to keep all the stuff I’ve been cooking in good condition for two weeks or so then.”
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"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.
<How interesting. What world is it that you come from?>
“Cool.” She starts rolling the siege engine through the clearing. “I keep seeing people with those shotgun things lately. I gotta figure out how to make one sometime.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“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"
“What would you call it? Pleasantly Mediocre?”
"Exactly."
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"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 mine. Luci was a sort of shake-up. His Majesty is Transgression."
"That would be awesome. Yes." He stands up, holstering his shotgun.
<How interesting. What world is it that you come from?>
“Cool.” She starts rolling the siege engine through the clearing. “I keep seeing people with those shotgun things lately. I gotta figure out how to make one sometime.”
"Dunno. The sign wasn't in braille."
"I could teach you. They require some smithing and machining skills, but they're pretty good if you can make proper ammunition consistently. I think a blunderbuss would be better for you, since you can load pretty much anything into them and fire it out. It's very similar though."
"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 mine. Luci was a sort of shake-up. His Majesty is Transgression."
"That would be awesome. Yes." He stands up, holstering his shotgun.
<How interesting. What world is it that you come from?>
“Cool.” She starts rolling the siege engine through the clearing. “I keep seeing people with those shotgun things lately. I gotta figure out how to make one sometime.”
"Dunno. The sign wasn't in braille."
"I could teach you. They require some smithing and machining skills, but they're pretty good if you can make proper ammunition consistently. I think a blunderbuss would be better for you, since you can load pretty much anything into them and fire it out. It's very similar though."
<The sign?>
“Nice.” After a couple minutes, they reach the edge of a small rocky chasm.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I could teach you. They require some smithing and machining skills, but they're pretty good if you can make proper ammunition consistently. I think a blunderbuss would be better for you, since you can load pretty much anything into them and fire it out. It's very similar though."
<The sign?>
“Nice.” After a couple minutes, they reach the edge of a small rocky chasm.
"You know, the giant 'Welcome to Las Vegas'-ass sign in front of every reality. Didn't know about that?" She smirks playfully.
"That's a pretty big fall. I'm gonna tie up my hellhounds so they don't jump after it. I hate recovering their talismans, but they think dying is funny."
"I could teach you. They require some smithing and machining skills, but they're pretty good if you can make proper ammunition consistently. I think a blunderbuss would be better for you, since you can load pretty much anything into them and fire it out. It's very similar though."
<The sign?>
“Nice.” After a couple minutes, they reach the edge of a small rocky chasm.
"You know, the giant 'Welcome to Las Vegas'-ass sign in front of every reality. Didn't know about that?" She smirks playfully.
"That's a pretty big fall. I'm gonna tie up my hellhounds so they don't jump after it. I hate recovering their talismans, but they think dying is funny."
<I’ve flown into dozens of different Wildspace systems and only seen one example of something like that.>
“Good idea. Now don’t look directly at it or you might suffer some retinal damage.” With that, she shoves the siege engine off the edge. It falls about eighty feet and smashes to disparate splinters on the ground below, decimating the rock beneath it and triggering an impressive burst of green flame that surges up, plumes of emerald smoke spewing from the chasm.
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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.
"You know, the giant 'Welcome to Las Vegas'-ass sign in front of every reality. Didn't know about that?" She smirks playfully.
"That's a pretty big fall. I'm gonna tie up my hellhounds so they don't jump after it. I hate recovering their talismans, but they think dying is funny."
<I’ve flown into dozens of different Wildspace systems and only seen one example of something like that.>
“Good idea. Now don’t look directly at it or you might suffer some retinal damage.” With that, she shoves the siege engine off the edge. It falls about eighty feet and smashes to disparate splinters on the ground below, decimating the rock beneath it and triggering an impressive burst of green flame that surges up, plumes of emerald smoke spewing from the chasm.
"I'm joking. I didn't even know there was a single one."
He covers his face with his arm to block the light. "Jeez! What was that stuff?"
"You know, the giant 'Welcome to Las Vegas'-ass sign in front of every reality. Didn't know about that?" She smirks playfully.
"That's a pretty big fall. I'm gonna tie up my hellhounds so they don't jump after it. I hate recovering their talismans, but they think dying is funny."
<I’ve flown into dozens of different Wildspace systems and only seen one example of something like that.>
“Good idea. Now don’t look directly at it or you might suffer some retinal damage.” With that, she shoves the siege engine off the edge. It falls about eighty feet and smashes to disparate splinters on the ground below, decimating the rock beneath it and triggering an impressive burst of green flame that surges up, plumes of emerald smoke spewing from the chasm.
"I'm joking. I didn't even know there was a single one."
He covers his face with his arm to block the light. "Jeez! What was that stuff?"
<Well actually, it was a warning sign attached to an asteroid that escaped its prime material sphere. It spoke of the horrible being trapped within. I was a bit distressed by it, and so was Thirteen. That’s the name of the necromancer I travel with.>
“Alchemist’s fire. But there’s nothing down there to act as fuel for it, so it ought to burn up quickly once it eats away the structure of the actual contraption.”
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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.
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?”
“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.”
“Sounds like the kind of guy I could easily convert.” He ponders, swallowing the bone whole.
The light coalesces into a bright bluish feline silhouette that leaps along the surface of the water.
“Oh thank God. Well, I’m gonna have to keep all the stuff I’ve been cooking in good condition for two weeks or so then.”
“I wouldn’t say so, anything supernatural that wasn’t me he shot in the face the moment he saw it.” He says, finishing everything on the plate.
He tries to lure it over with a fish he caught earlier.
“You don’t have to, but thank you.” He sighs, rubbing his tired eyes “I should probably get more than one day of sleep a week shouldn’t I?”
"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!*
*Well done, simple yet elegant. Not much to it, and that is what makes it so well.*
*me: friendly little squishable bean who would apologise if you poured hot soup in my lap.* Favorite show: Forged in fire*
*if enjoying life is for everyone, forged in fire is for everyone* *also is that a JOHN MULANEY REFERENCE I smell-*
*lightly. I am very small and I have no money. You can clearly see how this is stressing me out right now*
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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)
“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"
“What would you call it? Pleasantly Mediocre?”
"Exactly."
“I suppose my conversational skills need some work then.” He chuckles.
"Mine as well. I often avoid conversations." she appears lo lick her lips but bite her tongue back
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It slowly approaches him, its nebulous form changing as it walks over the water’s surface. Its back half resembles that of a tiger with a tail that dissipates into cold mist near the end, and its front half resembles that of a gharial with an abnormally short snout.
“Probably.”
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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.
“Sounds like the kind of guy I could easily convert.” He ponders, swallowing the bone whole.
The light coalesces into a bright bluish feline silhouette that leaps along the surface of the water.
“Oh thank God. Well, I’m gonna have to keep all the stuff I’ve been cooking in good condition for two weeks or so then.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
<How interesting. What world is it that you come from?>
“Cool.” She starts rolling the siege engine through the clearing. “I keep seeing people with those shotgun things lately. I gotta figure out how to make one sometime.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Exactly."
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)
"Dunno. The sign wasn't in braille."
"I could teach you. They require some smithing and machining skills, but they're pretty good if you can make proper ammunition consistently. I think a blunderbuss would be better for you, since you can load pretty much anything into them and fire it out. It's very similar though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<The sign?>
“Nice.” After a couple minutes, they reach the edge of a small rocky chasm.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You know, the giant 'Welcome to Las Vegas'-ass sign in front of every reality. Didn't know about that?" She smirks playfully.
"That's a pretty big fall. I'm gonna tie up my hellhounds so they don't jump after it. I hate recovering their talismans, but they think dying is funny."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<I’ve flown into dozens of different Wildspace systems and only seen one example of something like that.>
“Good idea. Now don’t look directly at it or you might suffer some retinal damage.” With that, she shoves the siege engine off the edge. It falls about eighty feet and smashes to disparate splinters on the ground below, decimating the rock beneath it and triggering an impressive burst of green flame that surges up, plumes of emerald smoke spewing from the chasm.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'm joking. I didn't even know there was a single one."
He covers his face with his arm to block the light. "Jeez! What was that stuff?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<Well actually, it was a warning sign attached to an asteroid that escaped its prime material sphere. It spoke of the horrible being trapped within. I was a bit distressed by it, and so was Thirteen. That’s the name of the necromancer I travel with.>
“Alchemist’s fire. But there’s nothing down there to act as fuel for it, so it ought to burn up quickly once it eats away the structure of the actual contraption.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*me: friendly little squishable bean who would apologise if you poured hot soup in my lap. a babey.*
*Favorite show: Forged in fire*
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)
*if enjoying life is for everyone, forged in fire is for everyone*
*also is that a JOHN MULANEY REFERENCE I smell-*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I wouldn’t say so, anything supernatural that wasn’t me he shot in the face the moment he saw it.” He says, finishing everything on the plate.
He tries to lure it over with a fish he caught earlier.
“You don’t have to, but thank you.” He sighs, rubbing his tired eyes “I should probably get more than one day of sleep a week shouldn’t I?”
*Well done, simple yet elegant. Not much to it, and that is what makes it so well.*
*lightly. I am very small and I have no money. You can clearly see how this is stressing me out right now*
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)
“I suppose my conversational skills need some work then.” He chuckles.
"Mine as well. I often avoid conversations." she appears lo lick her lips but bite her tongue back
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 smiles and drinks down his mug “Why would that be, shy? You don’t seem like the type, maybe something closer to protecting people.”
*cut*
“Aw, that’d just make me like him more.”
It slowly approaches him, its nebulous form changing as it walks over the water’s surface. Its back half resembles that of a tiger with a tail that dissipates into cold mist near the end, and its front half resembles that of a gharial with an abnormally short snout.
“Probably.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I wish to rp. Please?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*sure thing dude*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.