*Anybody else want to rp? I've got characters to spare, and even I don't remember all of them. I've got, The Hellion, the Houndmaster, the Highwayman, the Crusader, the Grave robber, the Leper, the Abomination, the Bounty Hunter, the Jester, Damian, Sanviento, Benimaru, Ragnerious, Gon, Denji, Vergil, Whitebeard, Donquixote, and the two people I just introed, which is the Cowboy type and the Dark souls type.*
*Anyone?*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*I got Scott [The Writer], Kinko [The Kitsune Restaurant Owner], Ichigo [The Oni], Allison [The Bard], Abi [The Sugar Goddess], Morgana [The Life Goddess], John Price [Dragon Hybrid], and Alix [The Akita Barbarian].*
*I'll take two, John Price, and you can pick the other. Allison would be good, maybe Morgana, maybe someone I don't rp with as often. Whoever you want.*
Price is smoking outside, looking over a map.
Allison is sitting in the tavern, writing music.
Morgana is sharpening her holy spear.
*I was asking what you wanted!*
Ragnerious walks past them, raising his eyebrow at the fellow dragon hybrid.
The Jester almost bursts into the tavern, tripping and falling into another muddy puddle just outside.
Damian has changed into the suit he is going to wear to his wedding, and is silently panicking.
John exhales the smoke, embers mixing in with it.
Allison laughs gently and helps them up again.
Morgana appears behind him, raising a brow.
He opens his maw, revealing matching fangs, circling John with an analyzing gaze.
He once again wipes off the mud, laughing "Sorry about that."
Damian doesn't notice "Can I do this? Am I good enough for her?"
John stands up, raising a brow, his scales sparkling like emeralds.
She shakes her head "It's okay, just don't want you getting hurt."
John stands up, raising a brow, his scales sparkling like emeralds.
She shakes her head "It's okay, just don't want you getting hurt."
"You are." She chirps.
His groups of scales shine like rubies in the sun, his voice rumbles "Who are you?"
He rubs the back of his head "It just doesn't stop happening for some reason. I'll do my best."
He turns around quickly "Huh?!" He hugs her tightly "But I don't know Morgana!"
"My name is John Price son, and you?" He said, his eyes narrowing.
"Luck is not on your side." She laughs gently "You okay? Any scrapes any bruises?"
She pats his back "If she hurts you in anyways, I will personally destroy her, curse her spirit to live in torment, and then make her watch as you continue living happily,"
She sobs into her shoulder, hugging her tightly. The Tarnished shifts in his seat, looking a bit uncomfortable
She pats her head "Its okay dear, its okay. You are mourning those you lost. They wouldn't want to be hungry because of them, however. Eat for them."
The Tarnished pushes the bowl towards her a bit. Helena nods, shakily picking up the spoon.
Allison smiles "There you go honey. Ill go get you some tea." She walks off and returns a moment later.
Helena is still a bit shaky as she tries to eat. She drops the spoon for the 4th time. The Tarnished gently scoops up a small bit of soup with the spoon and helps her eat it.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
John stands up, raising a brow, his scales sparkling like emeralds.
She shakes her head "It's okay, just don't want you getting hurt."
"You are." She chirps.
His groups of scales shine like rubies in the sun, his voice rumbles "Who are you?"
He rubs the back of his head "It just doesn't stop happening for some reason. I'll do my best."
He turns around quickly "Huh?!" He hugs her tightly "But I don't know Morgana!"
"My name is John Price son, and you?" He said, his eyes narrowing.
"Luck is not on your side." She laughs gently "You okay? Any scrapes any bruises?"
She pats his back "If she hurts you in anyways, I will personally destroy her, curse her spirit to live in torment, and then make her watch as you continue living happily,"
"Ragnerious, ain't got a last name. Everyone just calls me Rag anyway." He sits down on the ground, a towering monster even while seated.
He looks around himself "I don't think so, and if I do I'll find them later." He walks inside the tavern "How are you doing?"
He cries slightly into her chest "Please don't I like her and I wouldn't want her hurt, even if she would hurt me." He sighs "I just... don't want to be the man I am now, because I don't thinks that's enough."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Anybody else want to rp? I've got characters to spare, and even I don't remember all of them. I've got, The Hellion, the Houndmaster, the Highwayman, the Crusader, the Grave robber, the Leper, the Abomination, the Bounty Hunter, the Jester, Damian, Sanviento, Benimaru, Ragnerious, Gon, Denji, Vergil, Whitebeard, Donquixote, and the two people I just introed, which is the Cowboy type and the Dark souls type.*
*Anyone?*
*Salem? Theren?*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Anybody else want to rp? I've got characters to spare, and even I don't remember all of them. I've got, The Hellion, the Houndmaster, the Highwayman, the Crusader, the Grave robber, the Leper, the Abomination, the Bounty Hunter, the Jester, Damian, Sanviento, Benimaru, Ragnerious, Gon, Denji, Vergil, Whitebeard, Donquixote, and the two people I just introed, which is the Cowboy type and the Dark souls type.*
*Anyone?*
*Salem? Theren?*
*erm. I wanna use my duo, the Tarnished and Helena. so whoever for that*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Anybody else want to rp? I've got characters to spare, and even I don't remember all of them. I've got, The Hellion, the Houndmaster, the Highwayman, the Crusader, the Grave robber, the Leper, the Abomination, the Bounty Hunter, the Jester, Damian, Sanviento, Benimaru, Ragnerious, Gon, Denji, Vergil, Whitebeard, Donquixote, and the two people I just introed, which is the Cowboy type and the Dark souls type.*
*Anyone?*
*Salem? Theren?*
*erm. I wanna use my duo, the Tarnished and Helena. so whoever for that*
*Why do I even ask you to pick.*
The Crusader is walking around, eating the bones of a ghoul he had slain with his holy blade.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Anybody else want to rp? I've got characters to spare, and even I don't remember all of them. I've got, The Hellion, the Houndmaster, the Highwayman, the Crusader, the Grave robber, the Leper, the Abomination, the Bounty Hunter, the Jester, Damian, Sanviento, Benimaru, Ragnerious, Gon, Denji, Vergil, Whitebeard, Donquixote, and the two people I just introed, which is the Cowboy type and the Dark souls type.*
*Anyone?*
*Salem? Theren?*
*erm. I wanna use my duo, the Tarnished and Helena. so whoever for that*
*Why do I even ask you to pick.*
The Crusader is walking around, eating the bones of a ghoul he had slain with his holy blade.
*Sorry....you just have a lot of characters I haven't met yet*
The Tarnished and Helena are sitting in a field weaving flowers. They both watch him as he passes by
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Anybody else want to rp? I've got characters to spare, and even I don't remember all of them. I've got, The Hellion, the Houndmaster, the Highwayman, the Crusader, the Grave robber, the Leper, the Abomination, the Bounty Hunter, the Jester, Damian, Sanviento, Benimaru, Ragnerious, Gon, Denji, Vergil, Whitebeard, Donquixote, and the two people I just introed, which is the Cowboy type and the Dark souls type.*
*Anyone?*
*Salem? Theren?*
*erm. I wanna use my duo, the Tarnished and Helena. so whoever for that*
*Why do I even ask you to pick.*
The Crusader is walking around, eating the bones of a ghoul he had slain with his holy blade.
*Sorry....you just have a lot of characters I haven't met yet*
The Tarnished and Helena are sitting in a field weaving flowers. They both watch him as he passes by
*Don't apologize man, it isn't that big a deal, I'm just real tired man.*
He locks eyes with them, a madness in his eyes as he crunches on the raw bones of the slaughtered.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She sobs into her shoulder, hugging her tightly. The Tarnished shifts in his seat, looking a bit uncomfortable
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Anyone?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
John stands up, raising a brow, his scales sparkling like emeralds.
She shakes her head "It's okay, just don't want you getting hurt."
"You are." She chirps.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She pats her head "Its okay dear, its okay. You are mourning those you lost. They wouldn't want to be hungry because of them, however. Eat for them."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
His groups of scales shine like rubies in the sun, his voice rumbles "Who are you?"
He rubs the back of his head "It just doesn't stop happening for some reason. I'll do my best."
He turns around quickly "Huh?!" He hugs her tightly "But I don't know Morgana!"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The Tarnished pushes the bowl towards her a bit. Helena nods, shakily picking up the spoon.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"My name is John Price son, and you?" He said, his eyes narrowing.
"Luck is not on your side." She laughs gently "You okay? Any scrapes any bruises?"
She pats his back "If she hurts you in anyways, I will personally destroy her, curse her spirit to live in torment, and then make her watch as you continue living happily,"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Allison smiles "There you go honey. Ill go get you some tea." She walks off and returns a moment later.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Helena is still a bit shaky as she tries to eat. She drops the spoon for the 4th time. The Tarnished gently scoops up a small bit of soup with the spoon and helps her eat it.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ragnerious, ain't got a last name. Everyone just calls me Rag anyway." He sits down on the ground, a towering monster even while seated.
He looks around himself "I don't think so, and if I do I'll find them later." He walks inside the tavern "How are you doing?"
He cries slightly into her chest "Please don't I like her and I wouldn't want her hurt, even if she would hurt me." He sighs "I just... don't want to be the man I am now, because I don't thinks that's enough."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Hello Salem! Do you wanna rp?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Salem? Theren?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*erm. I wanna use my duo, the Tarnished and Helena. so whoever for that*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ok! Heres who I have currently*
Theren is asleep in the library, a bunch of books around him.
Phoenix is asleep in an armchair by the fire, a book in his lap.
The Tarnished is trying to coax Helena into eating something inside the tavern.
-open slots for yall to nab whoever-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Why do I even ask you to pick.*
The Crusader is walking around, eating the bones of a ghoul he had slain with his holy blade.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Sorry....you just have a lot of characters I haven't met yet*
The Tarnished and Helena are sitting in a field weaving flowers. They both watch him as he passes by
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Don't apologize man, it isn't that big a deal, I'm just real tired man.*
He locks eyes with them, a madness in his eyes as he crunches on the raw bones of the slaughtered.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)