Rag can tell that Riotan is feeling devastated and disappointed, most likely caused by someone close to him. “There’s nothing wrong with me, and I don’t know who you think you are to tell me there is.” He snaps. “I’d kill you just for saying that if you weren’t a greatwyrm or whatever the [gp] you are. Now get out and leave me alone.”
"I haven't figured that out yet. Do you have any recommendations?"
Rag raises an eyebrow and two fingers "First, Dragon , you couldn't kill me if you wanted to. Secondly, you are emotionally devastated, I'm pretty sure you're also disappointed. Both are caused by the same reason. I'm not going to force you to tell me why, but if you want to vent to someone who won't tell in a place no one can interrupt. Go ahead." He sits down.
“Well, I could provide you with a zombie, ghoul, or shadow, if you wish.”
“A greatwyrm is a dragon, idiot. Just a really strong one or whatever. And I don’t need to tell you anything. I’m fine.”
They tilt their head farther "But that could be redundant to what I'm trying to do."
He chuckles "You're lying to yourself more than to me. You know I know how you really feel, but you refuse to accept that you feel that way."
“So you’re not a doctor, just a butcher?”
Riotan scowls and turns away, not responding.
"I am very much a doctor, one that's learning how to give people power over death."
Rag laughs "When you're willing to talk I'll be here, I've got nothing better to do."
“You don’t have to kill people for that. Just ask me. I’ve already tried teaching three different people necromancy, but it didn’t take.”
After a moment, he speaks. “You know what this place is?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Morning. New characters. They are all I'm playing as. Unless y'all want someone else.*
Two guys are walking through the town. They both wear black hoodies, grey baseball caps, and masks with a hand with three fingers pointed up and two to the side with an eye in the palm. One has blue jeans while the other has grey sweatpants. They both wear Vans, one wears black Vans while the other wears white Vans. They both have small backpacks on their back and walk side by side before ducking into an alley after someone.
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Rag can tell that Riotan is feeling devastated and disappointed, most likely caused by someone close to him. “There’s nothing wrong with me, and I don’t know who you think you are to tell me there is.” He snaps. “I’d kill you just for saying that if you weren’t a greatwyrm or whatever the [gp] you are. Now get out and leave me alone.”
"I haven't figured that out yet. Do you have any recommendations?"
Rag raises an eyebrow and two fingers "First, Dragon , you couldn't kill me if you wanted to. Secondly, you are emotionally devastated, I'm pretty sure you're also disappointed. Both are caused by the same reason. I'm not going to force you to tell me why, but if you want to vent to someone who won't tell in a place no one can interrupt. Go ahead." He sits down.
“Well, I could provide you with a zombie, ghoul, or shadow, if you wish.”
“A greatwyrm is a dragon, idiot. Just a really strong one or whatever. And I don’t need to tell you anything. I’m fine.”
They tilt their head farther "But that could be redundant to what I'm trying to do."
He chuckles "You're lying to yourself more than to me. You know I know how you really feel, but you refuse to accept that you feel that way."
“So you’re not a doctor, just a butcher?”
Riotan scowls and turns away, not responding.
"I am very much a doctor, one that's learning how to give people power over death."
Rag laughs "When you're willing to talk I'll be here, I've got nothing better to do."
“You don’t have to kill people for that. Just ask me. I’ve already tried teaching three different people necromancy, but it didn’t take.”
After a moment, he speaks. “You know what this place is?”
Their eyes shine through the black tinted glass of their mask "You will?" They rub their gloved hands "Don't die like my last professor."
He looks around, "Not as well as you do, of that I am certain. What is this place?"
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
His gloomy eyes focus on the kid's, a stable anchor. "What's she like?"
"She took the rest of my sibling somewhere... I don't know. I want my brothers and sisters back." He cries a bit.
He gently places his cold hands on the kid's shoulders. "This is an evil place. It is old and ugly, and no one should be here, especially not a kid like you. If your mother left you behind and told you to come here of all places, I..." He thinks for a bit. "I don't think she's here. This place hasn't been seen by real eyes in decades."
*I'll be back*
"Why would she send me to this place?" he cried, his voice trembling with frustration and confusion as he shook his head in disbelief. Tears streamed down his face, reflecting his despair and sense of abandonment.
*Anywhoozle boiz and galz, time to create unnecessary issues for characters.*
Ichigo's slavers have found him. They descended upon him while he was asleep in the forest. They bound his claws with magically enchanted steel so his powers could not grow from his struggles. His cat was shoved in a lead lined box to keep it's own powers at bay. He struggles fruitlessly, snarling with rage.
Scott is having a panic attack due to Khemet whispering in his ear, the chaos destroying every brain cell with its touch. He is hyperventilating, trying to catch his breath but failing, sitting in the library.
Loriche hears the hubbub and once again grabs her pick, shield, and wakizashi, and heads off to see what’s going on.
Thirteen looks up from his orb, concerned. “Are you quite alright?”
She sees him fighting his bindings while three heavily armored men gather up a cart to haul him.
Scott looks around nervously, shaking his head.
She walks up behind one of the guys and slams her war pick into the side of his head, then drives it at his back. Attack: 17 Damage: 10 Attack: 28 Damage: 8
“Can I be of any assistance?”
The second damages, the guy screaming in bloody pain. He pulls it out from his flesh, wincing.
"I don't know how it would help.." He mutters.
“Oh stop being a baby.” She growls, casting thunderwave centered on the three fellows. All of them must make Dexterity saves.
“My lad, I cannot leave a fellow writer in turmoil like this.” He stands up, giving Scott a tired but earnest smile.
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"It can't be stopped..." He says, stumbling over his words.
*oh wait no sorry it’s Constitution*
“What can’t be stopped?”
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"God of Change, The God of Chaos..." He mutters.
The first and third fail. They take 16 thunder damage and are thrown ten feet away from Loriche. Second one takes half and keeps his footing.
“Which one? Trithereon? The Traveler? Cyric?”
They bring forth swords and whips, eyes narrowed under their helms "We need to return this man to the emperor."
"Khemet." He snarls, butterflies crawling out from his mouth.
“There is no emperor out here, buddy. Just me.” She stabs at the nearest guy with her pick twice. Attack: 27 Damage: 10 Attack: 10 Damage: 10
*Morning. New characters. They are all I'm playing as. Unless y'all want someone else.*
Two guys are walking through the town. They both wear black hoodies, grey baseball caps, and masks with a hand with three fingers pointed up and two to the side with an eye in the palm. One has blue jeans while the other has grey sweatpants. They both wear Vans, one wears black Vans while the other wears white Vans. They both have small backpacks on their back and walk side by side before ducking into an alley after someone.
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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.
*Morning. New characters. They are all I'm playing as. Unless y'all want someone else.*
Two guys are walking through the town. They both wear black hoodies, grey baseball caps, and masks with a hand with three fingers pointed up and two to the side with an eye in the palm. One has blue jeans while the other has grey sweatpants. They both wear Vans, one wears black Vans while the other wears white Vans. They both have small backpacks on their back and walk side by side before ducking into an alley after someone.
Riotan is looking for a distraction, and decides to follow these strangers into the alley.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Morning. New characters. They are all I'm playing as. Unless y'all want someone else.*
Two guys are walking through the town. They both wear black hoodies, grey baseball caps, and masks with a hand with three fingers pointed up and two to the side with an eye in the palm. One has blue jeans while the other has grey sweatpants. They both wear Vans, one wears black Vans while the other wears white Vans. They both have small backpacks on their back and walk side by side before ducking into an alley after someone.
Riotan is looking for a distraction, and decides to follow these strangers into the alley.
The two guys have cornered the man and are saying something to him
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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.
Rag can tell that Riotan is feeling devastated and disappointed, most likely caused by someone close to him. “There’s nothing wrong with me, and I don’t know who you think you are to tell me there is.” He snaps. “I’d kill you just for saying that if you weren’t a greatwyrm or whatever the [gp] you are. Now get out and leave me alone.”
"I haven't figured that out yet. Do you have any recommendations?"
Rag raises an eyebrow and two fingers "First, Dragon , you couldn't kill me if you wanted to. Secondly, you are emotionally devastated, I'm pretty sure you're also disappointed. Both are caused by the same reason. I'm not going to force you to tell me why, but if you want to vent to someone who won't tell in a place no one can interrupt. Go ahead." He sits down.
“Well, I could provide you with a zombie, ghoul, or shadow, if you wish.”
“A greatwyrm is a dragon, idiot. Just a really strong one or whatever. And I don’t need to tell you anything. I’m fine.”
They tilt their head farther "But that could be redundant to what I'm trying to do."
He chuckles "You're lying to yourself more than to me. You know I know how you really feel, but you refuse to accept that you feel that way."
“So you’re not a doctor, just a butcher?”
Riotan scowls and turns away, not responding.
"I am very much a doctor, one that's learning how to give people power over death."
Rag laughs "When you're willing to talk I'll be here, I've got nothing better to do."
“You don’t have to kill people for that. Just ask me. I’ve already tried teaching three different people necromancy, but it didn’t take.”
After a moment, he speaks. “You know what this place is?”
Their eyes shine through the black tinted glass of their mask "You will?" They rub their gloved hands "Don't die like my last professor."
He looks around, "Not as well as you do, of that I am certain. What is this place?"
“Wow. Didn’t think that would work.” Thirteen takes out his journal, getting to his feet. “Well then, first, you need to go find something recently deceased. But you can’t kill it for yourself, it must be already dead. Bring it back here and we’ll start your first lesson.”
“First, a temple. Then, a battleground. Then, a crypt. My crypt.” He says darkly. “Do you know what it’s like to be helpless, Ragnerious?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Morning. New characters. They are all I'm playing as. Unless y'all want someone else.*
Two guys are walking through the town. They both wear black hoodies, grey baseball caps, and masks with a hand with three fingers pointed up and two to the side with an eye in the palm. One has blue jeans while the other has grey sweatpants. They both wear Vans, one wears black Vans while the other wears white Vans. They both have small backpacks on their back and walk side by side before ducking into an alley after someone.
Riotan is looking for a distraction, and decides to follow these strangers into the alley.
The two guys have cornered the man and are saying something to him
Riotan’s eyes and runes burn a dull orange as he stands behind them, watching.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Anywhoozle boiz and galz, time to create unnecessary issues for characters.*
Ichigo's slavers have found him. They descended upon him while he was asleep in the forest. They bound his claws with magically enchanted steel so his powers could not grow from his struggles. His cat was shoved in a lead lined box to keep it's own powers at bay. He struggles fruitlessly, snarling with rage.
Scott is having a panic attack due to Khemet whispering in his ear, the chaos destroying every brain cell with its touch. He is hyperventilating, trying to catch his breath but failing, sitting in the library.
Loriche hears the hubbub and once again grabs her pick, shield, and wakizashi, and heads off to see what’s going on.
Thirteen looks up from his orb, concerned. “Are you quite alright?”
She sees him fighting his bindings while three heavily armored men gather up a cart to haul him.
Scott looks around nervously, shaking his head.
She walks up behind one of the guys and slams her war pick into the side of his head, then drives it at his back. Attack: 17 Damage: 10 Attack: 28 Damage: 8
“Can I be of any assistance?”
The second damages, the guy screaming in bloody pain. He pulls it out from his flesh, wincing.
"I don't know how it would help.." He mutters.
“Oh stop being a baby.” She growls, casting thunderwave centered on the three fellows. All of them must make Dexterity saves.
“My lad, I cannot leave a fellow writer in turmoil like this.” He stands up, giving Scott a tired but earnest smile.
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"It can't be stopped..." He says, stumbling over his words.
*oh wait no sorry it’s Constitution*
“What can’t be stopped?”
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"God of Change, The God of Chaos..." He mutters.
The first and third fail. They take 16 thunder damage and are thrown ten feet away from Loriche. Second one takes half and keeps his footing.
“Which one? Trithereon? The Traveler? Cyric?”
They bring forth swords and whips, eyes narrowed under their helms "We need to return this man to the emperor."
"Khemet." He snarls, butterflies crawling out from his mouth.
“There is no emperor out here, buddy. Just me.” She stabs at the nearest guy with her pick twice. Attack: 27 Damage: 10 Attack: 10 Damage: 10
*Morning. New characters. They are all I'm playing as. Unless y'all want someone else.*
Two guys are walking through the town. They both wear black hoodies, grey baseball caps, and masks with a hand with three fingers pointed up and two to the side with an eye in the palm. One has blue jeans while the other has grey sweatpants. They both wear Vans, one wears black Vans while the other wears white Vans. They both have small backpacks on their back and walk side by side before ducking into an alley after someone.
Riotan is looking for a distraction, and decides to follow these strangers into the alley.
The two guys have cornered the man and are saying something to him
Riotan’s eyes and runes burn a dull orange as he stands behind them, watching.
One of the guys grabs the cornered mans shirt and lifts him up. "You owe the Hand of God money." the masked man says
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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.
“Wow. Didn’t think that would work.” Thirteen takes out his journal, getting to his feet. “Well then, first, you need to go find something recently deceased. But you can’t kill it for yourself, it must be already dead. Bring it back here and we’ll start your first lesson.”
“First, a temple. Then, a battleground. Then, a crypt. My crypt.” He says darkly. “Do you know what it’s like to be helpless, Ragnerious?”
They continue to rub their gloves maniacally before they hear they cant kill them themselves "Ahh. Can I use someone I already brought back from the dead? Even if they aren't exactly alive, more undead?"
Rag gains a distant look for a moment "Helpless? Yes. I've felt truly helpless, I've been truly helpless." He sighs, looking to the ground, tightening his hand with rage.
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Scott cries, tears forming from the corners of his eyes.
*Course. Do you mean the titan creature?* She nods, clinging to him like a bug.
He happily catches the keys, a smile on his face beaming like the sun. He frees Ichigo.
He tilts his head "You don't seem okay." He wipes away the tears "What's up?"
*Indeed, the titan creature.* He goes to his camp, grabbing some cornbread before heading out of town. They can both see a massive celestial in the distance as Sparrow loads Rosemary with the bullets she made him.
Ichigo stands up, his eyes burning with rage.
"My mind hurts so much, it hurts so bad." He says, trying to catch his breath.
Stroth grins watching with such intense attention. The creature turns to face them, many eyes narrowed.
Gon hugs Ichigo tightly with his superhuman strength "Are you okay now?"
"Deep breaths, make sure to breathe slowly and steadily. Can you hold your head in place without me?"
He walks up to the Empyrean, about 40ft away, quick drawing Rosemary. Dex save (DC 15, make save with disadvantage because Hex) or take 20+11+11 Half on a success.
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Morning. New characters. They are all I'm playing as. Unless y'all want someone else.*
Two guys are walking through the town. They both wear black hoodies, grey baseball caps, and masks with a hand with three fingers pointed up and two to the side with an eye in the palm. One has blue jeans while the other has grey sweatpants. They both wear Vans, one wears black Vans while the other wears white Vans. They both have small backpacks on their back and walk side by side before ducking into an alley after someone.
Riotan is looking for a distraction, and decides to follow these strangers into the alley.
The two guys have cornered the man and are saying something to him
Riotan’s eyes and runes burn a dull orange as he stands behind them, watching.
One of the guys grabs the cornered mans shirt and lifts him up. "You owe the Hand of God money." the masked man says
“By choice, God has no hands. Neither does He bear eyes. This is the form He takes, such that when we cry ‘Why did you not see our pain and deliver us?’, He can answer that He is blind and unable to take action.” Riotan pipes up.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“You don’t have to kill people for that. Just ask me. I’ve already tried teaching three different people necromancy, but it didn’t take.”
After a moment, he speaks. “You know what this place is?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Morning. New characters. They are all I'm playing as. Unless y'all want someone else.*
Two guys are walking through the town. They both wear black hoodies, grey baseball caps, and masks with a hand with three fingers pointed up and two to the side with an eye in the palm. One has blue jeans while the other has grey sweatpants. They both wear Vans, one wears black Vans while the other wears white Vans. They both have small backpacks on their back and walk side by side before ducking into an alley after someone.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Their eyes shine through the black tinted glass of their mask "You will?" They rub their gloved hands "Don't die like my last professor."
He looks around, "Not as well as you do, of that I am certain. What is this place?"
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.)
"Why would she send me to this place?" he cried, his voice trembling with frustration and confusion as he shook his head in disbelief. Tears streamed down his face, reflecting his despair and sense of abandonment.
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
He is cut up without much fanfare, Ichigo snarls in pure rage.
Scott's own skin begins to burn, he cries out in pain.
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
He debaits this for a moment before shaking his head, "Nope, not gonna hurt you right now." he sighs
"Tycho, please!"
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
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Riotan is looking for a distraction, and decides to follow these strangers into the alley.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
The two guys have cornered the man and are saying something to him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Wow. Didn’t think that would work.” Thirteen takes out his journal, getting to his feet. “Well then, first, you need to go find something recently deceased. But you can’t kill it for yourself, it must be already dead. Bring it back here and we’ll start your first lesson.”
“First, a temple. Then, a battleground. Then, a crypt. My crypt.” He says darkly. “Do you know what it’s like to be helpless, Ragnerious?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
he groans, "Look, i don't want to hurt you. are you sure there are no alternatives?" he asks, rubbing his eyes
Riotan’s eyes and runes burn a dull orange as he stands behind them, watching.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Hey, hey, easy. If those guys come back, I’ll eviscerate them too. Now how do I get these bindings off?”
Thirteen quickly puts the symbol away. “Speak to me, profane divinity.” He says in Celestial, his voice loud, clear, and commanding.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
One of the guys grabs the cornered mans shirt and lifts him up. "You owe the Hand of God money." the masked man says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They continue to rub their gloves maniacally before they hear they cant kill them themselves "Ahh. Can I use someone I already brought back from the dead? Even if they aren't exactly alive, more undead?"
Rag gains a distant look for a moment "Helpless? Yes. I've felt truly helpless, I've been truly helpless." He sighs, looking to the ground, tightening his hand with rage.
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.)
*Jester, Wendi, do y'all feel like rping at all?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Gon hugs Ichigo tightly with his superhuman strength "Are you okay now?"
"Deep breaths, make sure to breathe slowly and steadily. Can you hold your head in place without me?"
He walks up to the Empyrean, about 40ft away, quick drawing Rosemary. Dex save (DC 15, make save with disadvantage because Hex) or take 20+11+11 Half on a success.
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.)
“By choice, God has no hands. Neither does He bear eyes. This is the form He takes, such that when we cry ‘Why did you not see our pain and deliver us?’, He can answer that He is blind and unable to take action.” Riotan pipes up.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I'm totally down to rp man, do you want anyone in particular?*
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.)