"I had no intention of bringing it inside. Even if the protective field would prevent it from hurting anyone, it is still a threatening object." He calmly watches. "I don't know if this is a rude question, but what is that you're doing right there?"
He puts both hands behind his back “My apologies sir, I was simply checking what it takes to create such an object. The concepts of its creation, and seeing if I wanted to replicate a sweet treat of a similar quality and taste. Which I possibly could do.”
"You don't have to apologize. I'm here to listen, not criticize. I'll explain what this is. Curses are powerful effects that can do nearly anything, but if something is destroyed while it has a Curse, it becomes a Spectre in the afterlife. This weapon is an extremely powerful Spectre, and has possessed its original form, becoming what Hunters typically call a Category 3. You see how some parts aren't connected? It's still functional, despite being broken. As a Category 3, is empowers nearby Spectres to increase in category faster, and is strong enough for most countries to call an entire military force to destroy or contain it. If its destroyed, it becomes a regular Category 0 again, until someone finds it and merges it with another machine gun."
He nods slowly with every sentence, the black void falling off the weapon back into his body, the stars on his body shining brightly “Would you like something to eat? Hunters must spend a lot of time working, so you might want to enjoy a free meal.”
"You don't have to apologize. I'm here to listen, not criticize. I'll explain what this is. Curses are powerful effects that can do nearly anything, but if something is destroyed while it has a Curse, it becomes a Spectre in the afterlife. This weapon is an extremely powerful Spectre, and has possessed its original form, becoming what Hunters typically call a Category 3. You see how some parts aren't connected? It's still functional, despite being broken. As a Category 3, is empowers nearby Spectres to increase in category faster, and is strong enough for most countries to call an entire military force to destroy or contain it. If its destroyed, it becomes a regular Category 0 again, until someone finds it and merges it with another machine gun."
He nods slowly with every sentence, the black void falling off the weapon back into his body, the stars on his body shining brightly “Would you like something to eat? Hunters must spend a lot of time working, so you might want to enjoy a free meal.”
He nods, shoveling dirt onto the machine gun lying in the hole. "You're completely right on both accounts, but I'm not a Hunter. I tried to join, but they gave me a couple reasons why I couldn't. The main one was related to my health, and was found to be impossible to fix."
"You don't have to apologize. I'm here to listen, not criticize. I'll explain what this is. Curses are powerful effects that can do nearly anything, but if something is destroyed while it has a Curse, it becomes a Spectre in the afterlife. This weapon is an extremely powerful Spectre, and has possessed its original form, becoming what Hunters typically call a Category 3. You see how some parts aren't connected? It's still functional, despite being broken. As a Category 3, is empowers nearby Spectres to increase in category faster, and is strong enough for most countries to call an entire military force to destroy or contain it. If its destroyed, it becomes a regular Category 0 again, until someone finds it and merges it with another machine gun."
He nods slowly with every sentence, the black void falling off the weapon back into his body, the stars on his body shining brightly “Would you like something to eat? Hunters must spend a lot of time working, so you might want to enjoy a free meal.”
He nods, shoveling dirt onto the machine gun lying in the hole. "You're completely right on both accounts, but I'm not a Hunter. I tried to join, but they gave me a couple reasons why I couldn't. The main one was related to my health, and was found to be impossible to fix."
“Hmm never consider anything impossible. I would be happy to help you along your journey to healing, although I imagine it will be a slow and arduous journey.” He walks back to the kitchen, beginning to cook something with not smell.
She taps her chin, leaning forward “How about you decide the conditions, and we will see where it gets going?”
He smiles “You’re a dragon? Bernard doesn’t like many of those, but he does like you.”
He begins to take out some of his own ingredients “The only thing that makes me feel alive anymore is you.” He says with a little peck on her nose, before boiling some water.
"That's.. ambiguous. Alright, we'll see who he makes more advances on by Wednesday. If its a tie, sounds like we both share him, if nooot.. Well, only one of us gets 'im"
"Yes sir! I'm not like any other dragon though, i'm the fluffiest! I can also change shapes. Why doesn't Bernard like dragons?.."
"You'll feel different when our little one is born, trust me. Did you talk to Mauric about the garden wedding." She pulls the pot off the heat, focusing on the beef now.
She rubs her chin again before smiling wide “That sounds fine to me, although not too difficult of a challenge I suppose. Best of luck.” She walks out of the tavern to find Jax.
He sighs “That is a long story. He’s just had a few more owners than me, and not all of them lived to give him away.”
“I’ve had some talks with him, although I can’t remember what we talked about, maybe because of all of the sleep I’ve been missing because I’m planning the wedding. I think I fainted after talking to him once.”
He is outside skinning a headless tabaxi corpse.
"Aww, that's sad... "
"Well, we don't have much time. She's kickin'.."
She leans on his shoulders with her elbows “What are you doing here?”
“It is what it is, he’s willing to like you so maybe everything is okay.”
He smiles “The less time we have, closer we are to one happy family.”
He nods, shoveling dirt onto the machine gun lying in the hole. "You're completely right on both accounts, but I'm not a Hunter. I tried to join, but they gave me a couple reasons why I couldn't. The main one was related to my health, and was found to be impossible to fix."
“Hmm never consider anything impossible. I would be happy to help you along your journey to healing, although I imagine it will be a slow and arduous journey.” He walks back to the kitchen, beginning to cook something with no smell.
Marvin follows, smiling. "I was too old by a mile, among other things. I'm only getting older, even if I'm not getting weaker. I can hold my own in a hunt, but I think they didn't like the positive reactions I brought out in Spectres. I had to get my own equipment, and, given that Spectres love me, I have some pretty good curses on my loadout."
Marvin is at the bar, picking at his food. Closer inspection reveals that he's created a quite interesting and deliberate work of art using his fork and knife instead of a paint brush.
Thirteen is poring over a mix of apocalyptic writings, desperate scribbles, and horrifying drawings of nightmarish beings, looking agitated and confused.
A blue dragonborn clad in a mix of leather armor and brass mail carrying a heavy crossbow is making his way through the woods, on his guard. His orange eyes have a hit of inhumanity about them.
A tankard of ale is set down in front of him.
Jax stays focused on the catboy, eventually catching him.
He doesn’t process it, murmuring to himself. “But the constraints of paraphysics wouldn’t allow such a being to exist in three layers of reality, especially one so caustic to quantum functions already…”
The dragonborn sees them from a distance and lifts the crossbow, securing a pair of round goggles over his eyes and watching the scene, not sure if any action would yet be required.
"Have you considered it only partially exists in the third layer?"
"You've got quite a bounty on your head, Ziff. suits my wallet and my wall just fine." He says while slitting the Tabaxi's throat, laughing silently.
“What?” His head snaps up. “That would be utterly infeasible, assuming Aganazzar’s Law holds up in a vacuum, which it has no reason not to.”
He takes aim and shoots at Jax, trying to hit him in the arm or leg and not seriously wound him. Attack: 15 Damage: 9
"Agnazzar was a crackpot, Ireznus is where it's at. I'm telling you, when it's fully resting in the first and second, it can only partially exist in the third. Drink."
The arrow whizzes by Jax's leg, and he hisses, decapitating the tabaxi and stuffing the head into a burlap sack. "Who dares meddle with justice?" he hisses at the direction of the arrow
“Do you even know what I’m talking about?” He says exasperatedly.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Marvin is at the bar, picking at his food. Closer inspection reveals that he's created a quite interesting and deliberate work of art using his fork and knife instead of a paint brush.
Mauric walks by him, having just put his dust mop and welding torch in the janitorial closet. “Hey, cool.” He comments nonchalantly.
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Marvin is at the bar, picking at his food. Closer inspection reveals that he's created a quite interesting and deliberate work of art using his fork and knife instead of a paint brush.
Mauric walks by him, having just put his dust mop and welding torch in the janitorial closet. “Hey, cool.” He comments nonchalantly.
He seems like he's about to say something reactive, but then seems to deflate with a sigh. "Thanks."
Marvin is at the bar, picking at his food. Closer inspection reveals that he's created a quite interesting and deliberate work of art using his fork and knife instead of a paint brush.
Mauric walks by him, having just put his dust mop and welding torch in the janitorial closet. “Hey, cool.” He comments nonchalantly.
He seems like he's about to say something reactive, but then seems to deflate with a sigh. "Thanks."
“Oh, sorry if that came across as patronizing. I’m being completely honest.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He seems like he's about to say something reactive, but then seems to deflate with a sigh. "Thanks."
“Oh, sorry if that came across as patronizing. I’m being completely honest.”
"It's all good, man. I like to paint, and I know I'm good at it... but I just don't feel it. Impostor Syndrome, you know? Hard to just... let go sometimes."
Thirteen is poring over a mix of apocalyptic writings, desperate scribbles, and horrifying drawings of nightmarish beings, looking agitated and confused.
A blue dragonborn clad in a mix of leather armor and brass mail carrying a heavy crossbow is making his way through the woods, on his guard. His orange eyes have a hit of inhumanity about them.
A tankard of ale is set down in front of him.
Jax stays focused on the catboy, eventually catching him.
He doesn’t process it, murmuring to himself. “But the constraints of paraphysics wouldn’t allow such a being to exist in three layers of reality, especially one so caustic to quantum functions already…”
The dragonborn sees them from a distance and lifts the crossbow, securing a pair of round goggles over his eyes and watching the scene, not sure if any action would yet be required.
"Have you considered it only partially exists in the third layer?"
"You've got quite a bounty on your head, Ziff. suits my wallet and my wall just fine." He says while slitting the Tabaxi's throat, laughing silently.
“What?” His head snaps up. “That would be utterly infeasible, assuming Aganazzar’s Law holds up in a vacuum, which it has no reason not to.”
He takes aim and shoots at Jax, trying to hit him in the arm or leg and not seriously wound him. Attack: 15 Damage: 9
"Agnazzar was a crackpot, Ireznus is where it's at. I'm telling you, when it's fully resting in the first and second, it can only partially exist in the third. Drink."
The arrow whizzes by Jax's leg, and he hisses, decapitating the tabaxi and stuffing the head into a burlap sack. "Who dares meddle with justice?" he hisses at the direction of the arrow
“Do you even know what I’m talking about?” He says exasperatedly.
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she cackles, slapping the bar. "Nope! Just trying to get you to lighten up."
Jax catches a whiff of something, but still heads towards the arrows source.
He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, looking exhausted. “…what time even is it?”
He begins carefully moving around the clearing, trying to move toward the beheaded tabaxi corpse without being spotted. Stealth: 16
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods slowly with every sentence, the black void falling off the weapon back into his body, the stars on his body shining brightly “Would you like something to eat? Hunters must spend a lot of time working, so you might want to enjoy a free meal.”
He nods, shoveling dirt onto the machine gun lying in the hole. "You're completely right on both accounts, but I'm not a Hunter. I tried to join, but they gave me a couple reasons why I couldn't. The main one was related to my health, and was found to be impossible to fix."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Hmm never consider anything impossible. I would be happy to help you along your journey to healing, although I imagine it will be a slow and arduous journey.” He walks back to the kitchen, beginning to cook something with not smell.
She leans on his shoulders with her elbows “What are you doing here?”
“It is what it is, he’s willing to like you so maybe everything is okay.”
He smiles “The less time we have, closer we are to one happy family.”
Marvin follows, smiling. "I was too old by a mile, among other things. I'm only getting older, even if I'm not getting weaker. I can hold my own in a hunt, but I think they didn't like the positive reactions I brought out in Spectres. I had to get my own equipment, and, given that Spectres love me, I have some pretty good curses on my loadout."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Gtg sorry!*
*Bye!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Marvin is at the bar, picking at his food. Closer inspection reveals that he's created a quite interesting and deliberate work of art using his fork and knife instead of a paint brush.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Do you even know what I’m talking about?” He says exasperatedly.
Šeansal lowers his crossbow, not trying to expose himself. 27
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Mauric walks by him, having just put his dust mop and welding torch in the janitorial closet. “Hey, cool.” He comments nonchalantly.
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 seems like he's about to say something reactive, but then seems to deflate with a sigh. "Thanks."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh, sorry if that came across as patronizing. I’m being completely honest.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"It's all good, man. I like to paint, and I know I'm good at it... but I just don't feel it. Impostor Syndrome, you know? Hard to just... let go sometimes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, looking exhausted. “…what time even is it?”
He begins carefully moving around the clearing, trying to move toward the beheaded tabaxi corpse without being spotted. Stealth: 16
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hello everyone I am back.*
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