So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I'm totally down to rp man, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Hmmm. Anyone that wants to deal with my two new characters?*
*What are their vibes like?*
*They are usually business and they are part of a gang/cult thingy*
*Hmm, so their vibes aren't very chill. How would they feel about a gym bro?*
*Probably chill unless he starts to show off, then they'll put him in his place*
*Cool, Cool. Here ya go.*
The angel has just finished another workout, having done some laps around the town, his immaculate calves now glistening with sweat. He's in a basic loose t shirt and grey sweatpants. He's walking around town with a fruit smoothie and a towel, looking for something to do now.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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'm totally down to rp man, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Hmmm. Anyone that wants to deal with my two new characters?*
*What are their vibes like?*
*They are usually business and they are part of a gang/cult thingy*
*Hmm, so their vibes aren't very chill. How would they feel about a gym bro?*
*Probably chill unless he starts to show off, then they'll put him in his place*
*Cool, Cool. Here ya go.*
The angel has just finished another workout, having done some laps around the town, his immaculate calves now glistening with sweat. He's in a basic loose t shirt and grey sweatpants. He's walking around town with a fruit smoothie and a towel, looking for something to do now.
He sees two guys that 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.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm totally down to rp man, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Hmmm. Anyone that wants to deal with my two new characters?*
*What are their vibes like?*
*They are usually business and they are part of a gang/cult thingy*
*Hmm, so their vibes aren't very chill. How would they feel about a gym bro?*
*Probably chill unless he starts to show off, then they'll put him in his place*
*Cool, Cool. Here ya go.*
The angel has just finished another workout, having done some laps around the town, his immaculate calves now glistening with sweat. He's in a basic loose t shirt and grey sweatpants. He's walking around town with a fruit smoothie and a towel, looking for something to do now.
He sees two guys that 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.
He thinks to himself a bit before following after them, lowering the levels of brilliant radiance so he's harder to see, despite being near superhumanly tall. He sips the fruit smoothie from his cup, the towel wrapped over his sculpted shoulders as he goes into the alley. He puts on his black shades, resting low on the bridge of his nose.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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'm totally down to rp man, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Hmmm. Anyone that wants to deal with my two new characters?*
*What are their vibes like?*
*They are usually business and they are part of a gang/cult thingy*
*Hmm, so their vibes aren't very chill. How would they feel about a gym bro?*
*Probably chill unless he starts to show off, then they'll put him in his place*
*Cool, Cool. Here ya go.*
The angel has just finished another workout, having done some laps around the town, his immaculate calves now glistening with sweat. He's in a basic loose t shirt and grey sweatpants. He's walking around town with a fruit smoothie and a towel, looking for something to do now.
He sees two guys that 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.
He thinks to himself a bit before following after them, lowering the levels of brilliant radiance so he's harder to see, despite being near superhumanly tall. He sips the fruit smoothie from his cup, the towel wrapped over his sculpted shoulders as he goes into the alley. He puts on his black shades, resting low on the bridge of his nose.
They both have cornered the man. The guy whos speaks, his voice is distorted and staticy. "You owe the Hand of God money." he says, lifting the man by his shirt.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I AM BACK :D. I HAVE A BURRITO WITH CHEESE, RICE, PINTO BEANS, SALSA, GUCAMOLE, CHICKEN, AND CHORIZO.*
(I hope you enjoy it)
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I'm totally down to rp man, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Hmmm. Anyone that wants to deal with my two new characters?*
*What are their vibes like?*
*They are usually business and they are part of a gang/cult thingy*
*Hmm, so their vibes aren't very chill. How would they feel about a gym bro?*
*Probably chill unless he starts to show off, then they'll put him in his place*
*Cool, Cool. Here ya go.*
The angel has just finished another workout, having done some laps around the town, his immaculate calves now glistening with sweat. He's in a basic loose t shirt and grey sweatpants. He's walking around town with a fruit smoothie and a towel, looking for something to do now.
He sees two guys that 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.
He thinks to himself a bit before following after them, lowering the levels of brilliant radiance so he's harder to see, despite being near superhumanly tall. He sips the fruit smoothie from his cup, the towel wrapped over his sculpted shoulders as he goes into the alley. He puts on his black shades, resting low on the bridge of his nose.
They both have cornered the man. The guy whos speaks, his voice is distorted and staticy. "You owe the Hand of God money." he says, lifting the man by his shirt.
He waves a hand "Hey dudes, as a Hand of god you might want to choose a new name for whatever you're doing." He has a kind smile on his face "I'll pay whatever he owes."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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'm totally down to rp man, do you want anyone in particular?*
*Hmmm. Anyone that wants to deal with my two new characters?*
*What are their vibes like?*
*They are usually business and they are part of a gang/cult thingy*
*Hmm, so their vibes aren't very chill. How would they feel about a gym bro?*
*Probably chill unless he starts to show off, then they'll put him in his place*
*Cool, Cool. Here ya go.*
The angel has just finished another workout, having done some laps around the town, his immaculate calves now glistening with sweat. He's in a basic loose t shirt and grey sweatpants. He's walking around town with a fruit smoothie and a towel, looking for something to do now.
He sees two guys that 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.
He thinks to himself a bit before following after them, lowering the levels of brilliant radiance so he's harder to see, despite being near superhumanly tall. He sips the fruit smoothie from his cup, the towel wrapped over his sculpted shoulders as he goes into the alley. He puts on his black shades, resting low on the bridge of his nose.
They both have cornered the man. The guy whos speaks, his voice is distorted and staticy. "You owe the Hand of God money." he says, lifting the man by his shirt.
He waves a hand "Hey dudes, as a Hand of god you might want to choose a new name for whatever you're doing." He has a kind smile on his face "I'll pay whatever he owes."
One of the guys turns, butterfly knife in hand. "this ain't your business." his voice is the same as the others. "He owes us money, not you."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"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 30+22+6 Half on a success.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
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.'
"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 30+22+6 Half on a success.
Ichigo blinks, confused "I... am.." He mutters.
Scott shakes his head, he looks like he might pass out.
(bored but otherwise good)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Probably chill unless he starts to show off, then they'll put him in his place*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Ah, boredom is bad.*
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.)
*Cool, Cool. Here ya go.*
The angel has just finished another workout, having done some laps around the town, his immaculate calves now glistening with sweat. He's in a basic loose t shirt and grey sweatpants. He's walking around town with a fruit smoothie and a towel, looking for something to do now.
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.)
He sees two guys that 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.
He thinks to himself a bit before following after them, lowering the levels of brilliant radiance so he's harder to see, despite being near superhumanly tall. He sips the fruit smoothie from his cup, the towel wrapped over his sculpted shoulders as he goes into the alley. He puts on his black shades, resting low on the bridge of his nose.
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.)
They both have cornered the man. The guy whos speaks, his voice is distorted and staticy. "You owe the Hand of God money." he says, lifting the man by his shirt.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I AM BACK :D. I HAVE A BURRITO WITH CHEESE, RICE, PINTO BEANS, SALSA, GUCAMOLE, CHICKEN, AND CHORIZO.*
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
*Niceeee. That sounds yummy. I haven't eaten yet today*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I am starving so i got it.*
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
*Well I hope yeh enjoy it. Do you feel like rping at all or nah?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(I hope you enjoy it)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He waves a hand "Hey dudes, as a Hand of god you might want to choose a new name for whatever you're doing." He has a kind smile on his face "I'll pay whatever he owes."
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 wish I had a burrito, oh and welcome back. Do you want to continue the rp we had?*
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.)
One of the guys turns, butterfly knife in hand. "this ain't your business." his voice is the same as the others. "He owes us money, not you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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.)
He shrugs, nodding "You're right, but if he's dead he can't pay you the money he owes. Would you want the money or not?"
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.)
Ichigo blinks, confused "I... am.." He mutters.
Scott shakes his head, he looks like he might pass out.
18 20
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
"We know he has the money, seeing as we saw him take it out of his wallet." the man with the knife says.
The other man has drawn a pistol and is pressing it to the mans head. "Money. Bag. Now."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*oooo, yum*