*The cold rips through our defenses. Every vulnerability will be exploited. Every nasty thought will come to the surface. You were prepared a minute ago, weren't you? Individual toughness, preparedness, good-heartedness... they all mean nothing once it drops below zero. The gist is that we've found the freezing point of human will.*
*But I will not discourage you. You have drawn your last. How you spend it is your decision.*
*I break my arm, jumpstart my heart in the last moments, grasp the warmth I can get as the blood rushes to the wound. Use the time to think at least a little more clearly as I look for some way out of all of this. The blood may be draining from my mind, but it those moments I may have a chance.*
*How did you get into this mess? Hubris. Pure and simple. Your team kept asking if you needed help, but you thought "No, they'd die on the way." As if you were any stronger. Any wiser.*
*But, thank the Lord, your failures have brought you salvation. Your Morse code had become incoherent over the last week, and now they've come to bail you out.*
*Five months. You were meant to survive the winter. You've been here for five months. You never looked back, did you? All in the name of "science," but your science has always been founded on pride. Overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer, friend.*
Barbeau is trying to get some Hunters to stop smashing his false Jinzo statues. The exorcists are shivering from his freezing presence, their electrical gadgets failing to function. Barbeau hasn't attacked once, and he's winning the battle decisively.
Donquixote walks past, unbothered by the cold of his presence, more interested in how he ended up this way than what these Hunters are dealing with.
He shakes his head with a smile. “I ain’t strong, just consistent. Nothin’ special.”
"Better than people doing nothing." She laughs.
“Ain’t that the truth.” He joins her in the laughter, she can see something, fading in and out on his back, the words ‘No gods, no lords. Just men and blood.’ Glowing like a brand.
She narrows her eyes, jumping on his shoulder, landing gracefully like a cat. She is as light as a feather, barely any weight on him. She examines the brand, thinking.
Every time he takes a breath the brand becomes brighter, and dims in the moments after, it seems to be more than flesh deep, carrying some kind of curse. He continues to workout, not realizing the brand is present.
She taps his head "Hey, something burning on ya."
He turns his head as far as he can “Huh? Is there, I don’t feel nothin’ anymore. Not anythin’ painful anyway.”
*The cold rips through our defenses. Every vulnerability will be exploited. Every nasty thought will come to the surface. You were prepared a minute ago, weren't you? Individual toughness, preparedness, good-heartedness... they all mean nothing once it drops below zero. The gist is that we've found the freezing point of human will.*
*But I will not discourage you. You have drawn your last. How you spend it is your decision.*
*I break my arm, jumpstart my heart in the last moments, grasp the warmth I can get as the blood rushes to the wound. Use the time to think at least a little more clearly as I look for some way out of all of this. The blood may be draining from my mind, but it those moments I may have a chance.*
*How did you get into this mess? Hubris. Pure and simple. Your team kept asking if you needed help, but you thought "No, they'd die on the way." As if you were any stronger. Any wiser.*
*But, thank the Lord, your failures have brought you salvation. Your Morse code had become incoherent over the last week, and now they've come to bail you out.*
*Five months. You were meant to survive the winter. You've been here for five months. You never looked back, did you? All in the name of "science," but your science has always been founded on pride. Overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer, friend.*
*Aaaaaand scene. Fabulous story telling, and adding that little quote at the end made it all the better, I could only imagine the voice of the DD narrator as I read it. Well done, I applaud you.(Applauds loudly)*
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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.'
He shakes his head with a smile. “I ain’t strong, just consistent. Nothin’ special.”
"Better than people doing nothing." She laughs.
“Ain’t that the truth.” He joins her in the laughter, she can see something, fading in and out on his back, the words ‘No gods, no lords. Just men and blood.’ Glowing like a brand.
She narrows her eyes, jumping on his shoulder, landing gracefully like a cat. She is as light as a feather, barely any weight on him. She examines the brand, thinking.
Every time he takes a breath the brand becomes brighter, and dims in the moments after, it seems to be more than flesh deep, carrying some kind of curse. He continues to workout, not realizing the brand is present.
She taps his head "Hey, something burning on ya."
He turns his head as far as he can “Huh? Is there, I don’t feel nothin’ anymore. Not anythin’ painful anyway.”
She nods "Branding of sorts I suppose."
"Does it say anythin'? Or is it some kind of symbol?" The brand is a contrasting heat to his cold flesh.
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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.'
He shakes his head with a smile. “I ain’t strong, just consistent. Nothin’ special.”
"Better than people doing nothing." She laughs.
“Ain’t that the truth.” He joins her in the laughter, she can see something, fading in and out on his back, the words ‘No gods, no lords. Just men and blood.’ Glowing like a brand.
She narrows her eyes, jumping on his shoulder, landing gracefully like a cat. She is as light as a feather, barely any weight on him. She examines the brand, thinking.
Every time he takes a breath the brand becomes brighter, and dims in the moments after, it seems to be more than flesh deep, carrying some kind of curse. He continues to workout, not realizing the brand is present.
She taps his head "Hey, something burning on ya."
He turns his head as far as he can “Huh? Is there, I don’t feel nothin’ anymore. Not anythin’ painful anyway.”
She nods "Branding of sorts I suppose."
"Does it say anythin'? Or is it some kind of symbol?" The brand is a contrasting heat to his cold flesh.
"No Gods, No Lords.. Just men and blood." She utters.
Donquixote walks past, unbothered by the cold of his presence, more interested in how he ended up this way than what these Hunters are dealing with.
The chef stands over the men as they fall, unable to harm him. Too cold, too scared, too human to fight. The winds die down as Barbeau listens to Don's movements, his heartbeat (if he has one). "How are you?"
Donquixote walks past, unbothered by the cold of his presence, more interested in how he ended up this way than what these Hunters are dealing with.
The chef stands over the men as they fall, unable to harm him. Too cold, too scared, too human to fight. The winds die down as Barbeau listens to Don's movements, his heartbeat (if he has one). "How are you?"
He looks Barbeau up and down before smiling with teeth that are far too sharp, "Better than you apparently, last I remember you weren't a ghost." He laughs, looking to the men on the ground "Oh look, they're afraid of you."
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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.'
The chef stands over the men as they fall, unable to harm him. Too cold, too scared, too human to fight. The winds die down as Barbeau listens to Don's movements, his heartbeat (if he has one). "How are you?"
He looks Barbeau up and down before smiling with teeth that are far too sharp, "Better than you apparently, last I remember you weren't a ghost." He laughs, looking to the men on the ground "Oh look, they're afraid of you."
"Demon, ghost, mortal, shark... there's little point in details like that." He begins walking to some location that he does not specify. Not dismissively, just getting on with an errand.
The chef stands over the men as they fall, unable to harm him. Too cold, too scared, too human to fight. The winds die down as Barbeau listens to Don's movements, his heartbeat (if he has one). "How are you?"
He looks Barbeau up and down before smiling with teeth that are far too sharp, "Better than you apparently, last I remember you weren't a ghost." He laughs, looking to the men on the ground "Oh look, they're afraid of you."
"Demon, ghost, mortal, shark... there's little point in details like that." He begins walking to some location that he does not specify. Not dismissively, just getting on with an errand.
*Can I get a desc?*
*I got you, sorry. Donquixote is a muscular Tiefling in a white stained t shirt, the only recognizable stain is blood, always fresh, and black pants. His hair is scruffy and black, unkempt. He has a strange shadowy katana at his size at all times, sheathed, but when he does take it out it appears rusted and clean. He has interacted with Barbeau before, Barbeau recognizing him as a bounty hunter for the supreme court of Hell, and a serious threat if they were enemies.*
He follows after, walking in steps cloaked in shadow, laughing "That's true isn't it. You have been so much that it doesn't matter what you are now." He lights a cigarette, beginning to smoke.
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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.'
"Demon, ghost, mortal, shark... there's little point in details like that." He begins walking to some location that he does not specify. Not dismissively, just getting on with an errand.
*Can I get a desc?*
*I got you, sorry. Donquixote is a muscular Tiefling in a white stained t shirt, the only recognizable stain is blood, always fresh, and black pants. His hair is scruffy and black, unkempt. He has a strange shadowy katana at his size at all times, sheathed, but when he does take it out it appears rusted and clean. He has interacted with Barbeau before, Barbeau recognizing him as a bounty hunter for the supreme court of Hell, and a serious threat if they were enemies.*
He follows after, walking in steps cloaked in shadow, laughing "That's true isn't it. You have been so much that it doesn't matter what you are now." He lights a cigarette, beginning to smoke.
*I see. Quite threatening.*
Barbeau points to the cig "Don't do that. You may be able to withstand the carcinogens, but your palate will still suffer." He walks to a strange altar and fills a couple of paper cups with hot soup and begins walking back.
Barbeau is trying to get some Hunters to stop smashing his false Jinzo statues. The exorcists are shivering from his freezing presence, their electrical gadgets failing to function. Barbeau hasn't attacked once, and he's winning the battle decisively.
Kinko watches from afar, eyes narrowed and glowing in the dark.
"Demon, ghost, mortal, shark... there's little point in details like that." He begins walking to some location that he does not specify. Not dismissively, just getting on with an errand.
*Can I get a desc?*
*I got you, sorry. Donquixote is a muscular Tiefling in a white stained t shirt, the only recognizable stain is blood, always fresh, and black pants. His hair is scruffy and black, unkempt. He has a strange shadowy katana at his size at all times, sheathed, but when he does take it out it appears rusted and clean. He has interacted with Barbeau before, Barbeau recognizing him as a bounty hunter for the supreme court of Hell, and a serious threat if they were enemies.*
He follows after, walking in steps cloaked in shadow, laughing "That's true isn't it. You have been so much that it doesn't matter what you are now." He lights a cigarette, beginning to smoke.
*I see. Quite threatening.*
Barbeau points to the cig "Don't do that. You may be able to withstand the carcinogens, but your palate will still suffer." He walks to a strange altar and fills a couple of paper cups with hot soup and begins walking back.
*Also, we may have to continue this later.*
*I'm fine with continuing this later.*
He frowns slightly, taking the cigarette out with a blow of smoke "Still the same cook you've always been." He tosses it to the ground and stomps it out. He looks to the cups and the hot soup with a bit of curiosity, continuing to follow.
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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.'
Kaladin is turning in a bounty, looking tired as he takes the small sack of coins
Georgie is reading a book in oswald's factory
Something is hunched over a body in the forest, shoving meat into it's toothy maw
Scott walks over and pulls items out of his bag. It is a small wooden crow statue and a small black bag with the sigil of transmutation stitched on it. He smiles slightly "These are for you."
Kinko walks over to the toothy maw, tilting her head.
Kaladin is turning in a bounty, looking tired as he takes the small sack of coins.
The Bounty Hunter walks into the tavern soon after, their black clothes and armor hiding their fatigue as they carry a body bag to the counter. Whatever is inside the body bag struggling.
"No Gods, No Lords.. Just men and blood." She utters.
*Sorry, didn't see this.*
The brand shines brighter as she says it, and Sparrow grunts in pain for a moment "D*mn my sisters for that brand."
She tilts her head "Not good?"
"It ain't what I wanted, but it ain't exactly bad. Bein' a revenant ain't all bad." He drops from the tree and begins toweling off "Especially in my condition, but they got the better end of the bargain at the cost of my life."
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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.'
*How did you get into this mess? Hubris. Pure and simple. Your team kept asking if you needed help, but you thought "No, they'd die on the way." As if you were any stronger. Any wiser.*
*But, thank the Lord, your failures have brought you salvation. Your Morse code had become incoherent over the last week, and now they've come to bail you out.*
*Five months. You were meant to survive the winter. You've been here for five months. You never looked back, did you? All in the name of "science," but your science has always been founded on pride. Overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer, friend.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Donquixote walks past, unbothered by the cold of his presence, more interested in how he ended up this way than what these Hunters are dealing with.
She nods "Branding of sorts I suppose."
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
*Aaaaaand scene. Fabulous story telling, and adding that little quote at the end made it all the better, I could only imagine the voice of the DD narrator as I read it. Well done, I applaud you.(Applauds loudly)*
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.)
"Does it say anythin'? Or is it some kind of symbol?" The brand is a contrasting heat to his cold flesh.
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.)
"No Gods, No Lords.. Just men and blood." She utters.
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
The chef stands over the men as they fall, unable to harm him. Too cold, too scared, too human to fight. The winds die down as Barbeau listens to Don's movements, his heartbeat (if he has one). "How are you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He looks Barbeau up and down before smiling with teeth that are far too sharp, "Better than you apparently, last I remember you weren't a ghost." He laughs, looking to the men on the ground "Oh look, they're afraid of you."
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.)
"Demon, ghost, mortal, shark... there's little point in details like that." He begins walking to some location that he does not specify. Not dismissively, just getting on with an errand.
*Can I get a desc?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I got you, sorry. Donquixote is a muscular Tiefling in a white stained t shirt, the only recognizable stain is blood, always fresh, and black pants. His hair is scruffy and black, unkempt. He has a strange shadowy katana at his size at all times, sheathed, but when he does take it out it appears rusted and clean. He has interacted with Barbeau before, Barbeau recognizing him as a bounty hunter for the supreme court of Hell, and a serious threat if they were enemies.*
He follows after, walking in steps cloaked in shadow, laughing "That's true isn't it. You have been so much that it doesn't matter what you are now." He lights a cigarette, beginning to smoke.
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.)
*I see. Quite threatening.*
Barbeau points to the cig "Don't do that. You may be able to withstand the carcinogens, but your palate will still suffer." He walks to a strange altar and fills a couple of paper cups with hot soup and begins walking back.
*Also, we may have to continue this later.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Kinko watches from afar, eyes narrowed and glowing in the dark.
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
*I'm fine with continuing this later.*
He frowns slightly, taking the cigarette out with a blow of smoke "Still the same cook you've always been." He tosses it to the ground and stomps it out. He looks to the cups and the hot soup with a bit of curiosity, continuing to follow.
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.)
*Characters for those who wanna rp*
Tycho is eating in the tavern, humming softly
Kaladin is turning in a bounty, looking tired as he takes the small sack of coins
Georgie is reading a book in oswald's factory
Something is hunched over a body in the forest, shoving meat into it's toothy maw
*weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,*
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
*Sorry, didn't see this.*
The brand shines brighter as she says it, and Sparrow grunts in pain for a moment "D*mn my sisters for that brand."
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.)
Scott walks over and pulls items out of his bag. It is a small wooden crow statue and a small black bag with the sigil of transmutation stitched on it. He smiles slightly "These are for you."
Kinko walks over to the toothy maw, tilting her head.
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
The Bounty Hunter walks into the tavern soon after, their black clothes and armor hiding their fatigue as they carry a body bag to the counter. Whatever is inside the body bag struggling.
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.)
She tilts her head "Not good?"
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
"It ain't what I wanted, but it ain't exactly bad. Bein' a revenant ain't all bad." He drops from the tree and begins toweling off "Especially in my condition, but they got the better end of the bargain at the cost of my life."
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.)