*I reworked my power system and thus worldbuilding at 4:00 AM to be more cohesive. I'm proud it isn't entirely garbage. It's on the Tower of Lore if you guys are interested. It's pretty long.*
*I apologize, but I rarely can hold interest in something longer than 20 sentences for long. So I probably won’t be able to read it all, also it’s good to see ya bud.*
*Basically, Curses have benefits, and Spectres are horrible, even if they are useful. Most of the rest is just putting actual rules to the madness.*
"A screwdriver" She says, holding her head in her hand.
He chuckles and shrugs, the words brightening his mood even slightly “To each their own I suppose, find yourself a screwdriver and I’ll pay whoever’s it is.” He drinks down his mug and fills another “After all, it’s the least I could do for a drinking buddy.” He strokes his cleanly shaven beard.
She orders her drink. It comes in a neat, clear glass. When she takes a drink, she leaves a slight lipstick on the rim. "So, what brings you to this corner of the world?"
He looks to the mark before looking back to his own drink, and finally to his helmet “The need to adventure brought me here. The want to help the world I suppose.” He sighs deeply before asking “What brings you here?”
"Vengeance, scandal, and a few rare ingredients." She says casually, as if it were commonplace to talk of such things. Her face hardens, but her eyes still glimmer.
He chuckles, his eyes having a smile his face doesn’t show “I know the feeling more than most. That sounds like you live a fun life.” He leans back “I never told you my name, sorry I’m John, John Dungeon.”
"I wouldn't say that for the most part. Been trying to find this one guy for a while, to try and take back what he took from me. Aeris Stelara, potions master at Vanderbilt."
“Oh that kind of quest for revenge. That is quite the beautiful name you’ve got there, much more complex than the one I’ve got.” He drinks a bit more “I would help you find what you want, if you’ll take the help.”
*Just purchased a large quantity of fake blood at a local Spirit Halloween*
*I don’t celebrate Halloween but I hope you totally have some real fun.*
*Honestly I’ve started to become cynical about the whole thing (like i am about everything) but decorating is still quite fun. One of my friends is being an evil Where’s Waldo.*
*So like Finding Larry? I love a good Where’s Waldo but evil thing. It’s just not my style of thing you know.*
*Everyone knew what would happen if you found Waldo, but nobody knew what would happen if Waldo found you…*
*Just imaging a guy in a Waldo outfit sprinting at you as fast as he possibly can is one of the funniest things I’ve thought about in a bit.*
*Yeah. Though in full honesty, I was not prepared for the sheer mental anguish I would suffer from walking into an actual, physical store and seeing AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS costumes. It hurt my soul.*
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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.
*Just purchased a large quantity of fake blood at a local Spirit Halloween*
*I don’t celebrate Halloween but I hope you totally have some real fun.*
*Honestly I’ve started to become cynical about the whole thing (like i am about everything) but decorating is still quite fun. One of my friends is being an evil Where’s Waldo.*
*So like Finding Larry? I love a good Where’s Waldo but evil thing. It’s just not my style of thing you know.*
*Everyone knew what would happen if you found Waldo, but nobody knew what would happen if Waldo found you…*
*Just imaging a guy in a Waldo outfit sprinting at you as fast as he possibly can is one of the funniest things I’ve thought about in a bit.*
*Yeah. Though in full honesty, I was not prepared for the sheer mental anguish I would suffer from walking into an actual, physical store and seeing AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS costumes. It hurt my soul.*
*I reworked my power system and thus worldbuilding at 4:00 AM to be more cohesive. I'm proud it isn't entirely garbage. It's on the Tower of Lore if you guys are interested. It's pretty long.*
*I apologize, but I rarely can hold interest in something longer than 20 sentences for long. So I probably won’t be able to read it all, also it’s good to see ya bud.*
*Basically, Curses have benefits, and Spectres are horrible, even if they are useful. Most of the rest is just putting actual rules to the madness.*
*I reworked my power system and thus worldbuilding at 4:00 AM to be more cohesive. I'm proud it isn't entirely garbage. It's on the Tower of Lore if you guys are interested. It's pretty long.*
*I apologize, but I rarely can hold interest in something longer than 20 sentences for long. So I probably won’t be able to read it all, also it’s good to see ya bud.*
*Basically, Curses have benefits, and Spectres are horrible, even if they are useful. Most of the rest is just putting actual rules to the madness.*
*Incredible, amazing, spectacular, intelligent.*
*The King of Spectres shall grant further explanation when he is talked to.*
"A screwdriver" She says, holding her head in her hand.
He chuckles and shrugs, the words brightening his mood even slightly “To each their own I suppose, find yourself a screwdriver and I’ll pay whoever’s it is.” He drinks down his mug and fills another “After all, it’s the least I could do for a drinking buddy.” He strokes his cleanly shaven beard.
She orders her drink. It comes in a neat, clear glass. When she takes a drink, she leaves a slight lipstick on the rim. "So, what brings you to this corner of the world?"
He looks to the mark before looking back to his own drink, and finally to his helmet “The need to adventure brought me here. The want to help the world I suppose.” He sighs deeply before asking “What brings you here?”
"Vengeance, scandal, and a few rare ingredients." She says casually, as if it were commonplace to talk of such things. Her face hardens, but her eyes still glimmer.
He chuckles, his eyes having a smile his face doesn’t show “I know the feeling more than most. That sounds like you live a fun life.” He leans back “I never told you my name, sorry I’m John, John Dungeon.”
"I wouldn't say that for the most part. Been trying to find this one guy for a while, to try and take back what he took from me. Aeris Stelara, potions master at Vanderbilt."
“Oh that kind of quest for revenge. That is quite the beautiful name you’ve got there, much more complex than the one I’ve got.” He drinks a bit more “I would help you find what you want, if you’ll take the help.”
"Why, thank you, John. I got it for my birthday~" She claps his shoulder gently, taking another draught. "No, he's close, I know he is.. that furry little bastard."
He finishes his last mug, his eyes growing slightly heavy “If he’s close you’ll likely find him soon enough. I doubt there is much more running they can do.” He says, filling up another cup to challenge his tolerance.
*Just purchased a large quantity of fake blood at a local Spirit Halloween*
*I don’t celebrate Halloween but I hope you totally have some real fun.*
*Honestly I’ve started to become cynical about the whole thing (like i am about everything) but decorating is still quite fun. One of my friends is being an evil Where’s Waldo.*
*So like Finding Larry? I love a good Where’s Waldo but evil thing. It’s just not my style of thing you know.*
*Everyone knew what would happen if you found Waldo, but nobody knew what would happen if Waldo found you…*
*Just imaging a guy in a Waldo outfit sprinting at you as fast as he possibly can is one of the funniest things I’ve thought about in a bit.*
*Yeah. Though in full honesty, I was not prepared for the sheer mental anguish I would suffer from walking into an actual, physical store and seeing AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS costumes. It hurt my soul.*
*Thanks, I hate it.*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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 reworked my power system and thus worldbuilding at 4:00 AM to be more cohesive. I'm proud it isn't entirely garbage. It's on the Tower of Lore if you guys are interested. It's pretty long.*
*I apologize, but I rarely can hold interest in something longer than 20 sentences for long. So I probably won’t be able to read it all, also it’s good to see ya bud.*
*Basically, Curses have benefits, and Spectres are horrible, even if they are useful. Most of the rest is just putting actual rules to the madness.*
*Incredible, amazing, spectacular, intelligent.*
*The King of Spectres shall grant further explanation when he is talked to.*
*Hmm, good to know, very good indeed, maybe I will check this out more.*
*Just purchased a large quantity of fake blood at a local Spirit Halloween*
*I don’t celebrate Halloween but I hope you totally have some real fun.*
*Honestly I’ve started to become cynical about the whole thing (like i am about everything) but decorating is still quite fun. One of my friends is being an evil Where’s Waldo.*
*So like Finding Larry? I love a good Where’s Waldo but evil thing. It’s just not my style of thing you know.*
*Everyone knew what would happen if you found Waldo, but nobody knew what would happen if Waldo found you…*
*Just imaging a guy in a Waldo outfit sprinting at you as fast as he possibly can is one of the funniest things I’ve thought about in a bit.*
*Yeah. Though in full honesty, I was not prepared for the sheer mental anguish I would suffer from walking into an actual, physical store and seeing AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS costumes. It hurt my soul.*
"A screwdriver" She says, holding her head in her hand.
He chuckles and shrugs, the words brightening his mood even slightly “To each their own I suppose, find yourself a screwdriver and I’ll pay whoever’s it is.” He drinks down his mug and fills another “After all, it’s the least I could do for a drinking buddy.” He strokes his cleanly shaven beard.
She orders her drink. It comes in a neat, clear glass. When she takes a drink, she leaves a slight lipstick on the rim. "So, what brings you to this corner of the world?"
He looks to the mark before looking back to his own drink, and finally to his helmet “The need to adventure brought me here. The want to help the world I suppose.” He sighs deeply before asking “What brings you here?”
"Vengeance, scandal, and a few rare ingredients." She says casually, as if it were commonplace to talk of such things. Her face hardens, but her eyes still glimmer.
He chuckles, his eyes having a smile his face doesn’t show “I know the feeling more than most. That sounds like you live a fun life.” He leans back “I never told you my name, sorry I’m John, John Dungeon.”
"I wouldn't say that for the most part. Been trying to find this one guy for a while, to try and take back what he took from me. Aeris Stelara, potions master at Vanderbilt."
“Oh that kind of quest for revenge. That is quite the beautiful name you’ve got there, much more complex than the one I’ve got.” He drinks a bit more “I would help you find what you want, if you’ll take the help.”
"Why, thank you, John. I got it for my birthday~" She claps his shoulder gently, taking another draught. "No, he's close, I know he is.. that furry little bastard."
He finishes his last mug, his eyes growing slightly heavy “If he’s close you’ll likely find him soon enough. I doubt there is much more running they can do.” He says, filling up another cup to challenge his tolerance.
"You know him? Jax?" She asks, swirling her drink in her glass, focused on the liquid.
He rubs his stubbly chin once more “Hmm, small guy? I think I saw him with Marie as of recent, I haven’t been paying attention.”
*Basically, Curses have benefits, and Spectres are horrible, even if they are useful. Most of the rest is just putting actual rules to the madness.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh that kind of quest for revenge. That is quite the beautiful name you’ve got there, much more complex than the one I’ve got.” He drinks a bit more “I would help you find what you want, if you’ll take the help.”
*Yeah. Though in full honesty, I was not prepared for the sheer mental anguish I would suffer from walking into an actual, physical store and seeing AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS costumes. It hurt my soul.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Good idea. Anyway, want to rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Thank you for saying my name, it gave me enough power to manifest.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Incredible, amazing, spectacular, intelligent.*
*The King of Spectres shall grant further explanation when he is talked to.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He finishes his last mug, his eyes growing slightly heavy “If he’s close you’ll likely find him soon enough. I doubt there is much more running they can do.” He says, filling up another cup to challenge his tolerance.
*Thanks, I hate it.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hmm, good to know, very good indeed, maybe I will check this out more.*
*Hate, I it thanks.*
He rubs his stubbly chin once more “Hmm, small guy? I think I saw him with Marie as of recent, I haven’t been paying attention.”