As he sits down, all the bugs begin to disperse from his armor, leaving just the armor behind. They crawl about amongst Gon.
"I can't!" He snaps "It keeps poisoning my thoughts and my mind, I can't think!" He holds his head and rocks back and forth.
[1st, 3rd [Double Damage], 4th, 6th, 7th, 8th, and 10th all hit.] It screams in pain, stumbling back. The bullets do their job, the skin burning as it takes [ 33 necrotic Damage]
He sits down next to Ichigo, playing carefully with the bugs, a smile on his face.
He sits next to them, and looks into his eyes "Then let me help." And his eyes begin to have a hypnotic effect, meant to sooth Scott.
*If we are using the static health for the Empyrean, I'm pretty sure Sparrow just two rounded it. I didn't even mean to make him strong enough to 1v1 a CR23 monster! I thought he would need his girlfriend's help!*
The bugs continue to do their own thing, simply resting and eating to gain energy.
Scott suddenly becomes quiet, his entire body becoming limp.
*The basic health is 313 and so far we've done about two-thirds worth of damage to it. It has 137 hp left.*
He looks to the bugs with a beaming smile "These are really cool!"
He picks Scott up, and begins to head towards Scott's room, reading his book all the way.
*You forgot about the 20 damage for every hit, would does a total of 140 damage.*
"They are me.. but they are also themselves.. their own creatures, their own mind.. but also me.." The sound of his voice seems to come from somewhere.
The book is about each creature in the tavern's life, from birth to now.
“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.
“Depends, how did you bring them back?”
”Well if that’s the case, why are we talking about me? You sound like you’ve a much more interesting story.”
"Not by magic, I just started putting things back together until they started walking again. Surprisingly it worked."
He looks up to Riotan "Because I've grown past all of that. You seem to still be butt hurt about something." He chuckles a bit.
“Well then take them apart and bring them here. I’ll be waiting.” He takes out several scrolls and begins to write out a lesson plan.
“Heh. I bet. I bet you think you’re beyond those things you don’t want to remember. That the past is dead and the only way out is forward. But are you really?”
She nods and sprints away, coming back a few minutes later grabbing a bag full of something moving "Here you go, couldn't bring all of it."
He crosses his legs "I'm not beyond anything, the past exists the same as it did when it happened. I might not want to remember, but I refuse to forget. If I was the man I was a long time ago, then I would have agreed with you. We are here for your story, not mine."
He peers inside the bag.
“You’re here for my story. I’m here because I wanted some time alone.”
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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 flicks open the blade as his friend finally gets the gold coins from the guy and shoves them in his backpack. "Alright! Let's go!" he says, his voice the same as the other mans. The man puts away his switchblade and follows his friend, climbing a fire escape and running on the roofs.
Riotan follows the masked men at a similar pace.
They both jump over a large gap, still sprinting over the roof
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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.
As he sits down, all the bugs begin to disperse from his armor, leaving just the armor behind. They crawl about amongst Gon.
"I can't!" He snaps "It keeps poisoning my thoughts and my mind, I can't think!" He holds his head and rocks back and forth.
[1st, 3rd [Double Damage], 4th, 6th, 7th, 8th, and 10th all hit.] It screams in pain, stumbling back. The bullets do their job, the skin burning as it takes [ 33 necrotic Damage]
He sits down next to Ichigo, playing carefully with the bugs, a smile on his face.
He sits next to them, and looks into his eyes "Then let me help." And his eyes begin to have a hypnotic effect, meant to sooth Scott.
*If we are using the static health for the Empyrean, I'm pretty sure Sparrow just two rounded it. I didn't even mean to make him strong enough to 1v1 a CR23 monster! I thought he would need his girlfriend's help!*
The bugs continue to do their own thing, simply resting and eating to gain energy.
Scott suddenly becomes quiet, his entire body becoming limp.
*The basic health is 313 and so far we've done about two-thirds worth of damage to it. It has 137 hp left.*
He looks to the bugs with a beaming smile "These are really cool!"
He picks Scott up, and begins to head towards Scott's room, reading his book all the way.
*You forgot about the 20 damage for every hit, would does a total of 140 damage.*
"They are me.. but they are also themselves.. their own creatures, their own mind.. but also me.." The sound of his voice seems to come from somewhere.
The book is about each creature in the tavern's life, from birth to now.
*SO HE BE DEAD-*
He picks one of them up, looking at it closer "They're you! That's so cool! I've never met someone like that before!"
He smiles and puts the book in a shadow, it falling into the shadow with ease. He places Scott in his room and waits for him to wake back up while he reads.
Sparrow scratches his hair as his glow begins to dim "Hmm, expected that to be harder, from what I've heard those things pack a real punch." He holsters Rosemary and walks over to the corpse, beginning to collect pieces of the remains for proof.
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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.'
As he sits down, all the bugs begin to disperse from his armor, leaving just the armor behind. They crawl about amongst Gon.
"I can't!" He snaps "It keeps poisoning my thoughts and my mind, I can't think!" He holds his head and rocks back and forth.
[1st, 3rd [Double Damage], 4th, 6th, 7th, 8th, and 10th all hit.] It screams in pain, stumbling back. The bullets do their job, the skin burning as it takes [ 33 necrotic Damage]
He sits down next to Ichigo, playing carefully with the bugs, a smile on his face.
He sits next to them, and looks into his eyes "Then let me help." And his eyes begin to have a hypnotic effect, meant to sooth Scott.
*If we are using the static health for the Empyrean, I'm pretty sure Sparrow just two rounded it. I didn't even mean to make him strong enough to 1v1 a CR23 monster! I thought he would need his girlfriend's help!*
The bugs continue to do their own thing, simply resting and eating to gain energy.
Scott suddenly becomes quiet, his entire body becoming limp.
*The basic health is 313 and so far we've done about two-thirds worth of damage to it. It has 137 hp left.*
He looks to the bugs with a beaming smile "These are really cool!"
He picks Scott up, and begins to head towards Scott's room, reading his book all the way.
*You forgot about the 20 damage for every hit, would does a total of 140 damage.*
"They are me.. but they are also themselves.. their own creatures, their own mind.. but also me.." The sound of his voice seems to come from somewhere.
The book is about each creature in the tavern's life, from birth to now.
*SO HE BE DEAD-*
He picks one of them up, looking at it closer "They're you! That's so cool! I've never met someone like that before!"
He smiles and puts the book in a shadow, it falling into the shadow with ease. He places Scott in his room and waits for him to wake back up while he reads.
Sparrow scratches his hair as his glow begins to dim "Hmm, expected that to be harder, from what I've heard those things pack a real punch." He holsters Rosemary and walks over to the corpse, beginning to collect pieces of the remains for proof.
"It is who I am I suppose..' it rasps queitly.
Scott, after an hour or two, wakes up. He sits up right quickly, looking around in a panic before calming down.
Stroth walks up to him, pulls him away from the corpse. She grabs him by the lapels of his duster and kisses him immediately.
He flicks open the blade as his friend finally gets the gold coins from the guy and shoves them in his backpack. "Alright! Let's go!" he says, his voice the same as the other mans. The man puts away his switchblade and follows his friend, climbing a fire escape and running on the roofs.
Riotan follows the masked men at a similar pace.
They both jump over a large gap, still sprinting over the roof
He stands at the edge, watching them serenely.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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 flicks open the blade as his friend finally gets the gold coins from the guy and shoves them in his backpack. "Alright! Let's go!" he says, his voice the same as the other mans. The man puts away his switchblade and follows his friend, climbing a fire escape and running on the roofs.
Riotan follows the masked men at a similar pace.
They both jump over a large gap, still sprinting over the roof
He stands at the edge, watching them serenely.
The two men high five as one flips Riotan off.
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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.
“You’re here for my story. I’m here because I wanted some time alone.”
Moving limbs, not attached to anything yet somewhat alive.
"How about this. You tell me your story, I'll tell you mine, and neither of us will leave anything out."
“Well, crawling claws are a good first step. But you can do much better with them.” He takes out two glassy black daggers and hands one to her. “The first step is to skin all of these and cut them in accordance to this figure.” He shows her an illustration of a runic pattern.
“Why do you even care?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You’re here for my story. I’m here because I wanted some time alone.”
Moving limbs, not attached to anything yet somewhat alive.
"How about this. You tell me your story, I'll tell you mine, and neither of us will leave anything out."
“Well, crawling claws are a good first step. But you can do much better with them.” He takes out two glassy black daggers and hands one to her. “The first step is to skin all of these and cut them in accordance to this figure.” He shows her an illustration of a runic pattern.
“Why do you even care?”
Her eyes glisten with scientific interest, not having seen anything like this before "I didn't know that, you are far more advanced than I am." She begins to rub her gloves hands together again, Thirteen can tell she's smiling under the mask.
"Cause I've seen people like you before, and I'd say I'm a friendly person."
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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 flicks open the blade as his friend finally gets the gold coins from the guy and shoves them in his backpack. "Alright! Let's go!" he says, his voice the same as the other mans. The man puts away his switchblade and follows his friend, climbing a fire escape and running on the roofs.
Riotan follows the masked men at a similar pace.
They both jump over a large gap, still sprinting over the roof
He stands at the edge, watching them serenely.
The two men high five as one flips Riotan off.
“How rude.” He performs an elaborate leap and chases after them, grinning.
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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.
He flicks open the blade as his friend finally gets the gold coins from the guy and shoves them in his backpack. "Alright! Let's go!" he says, his voice the same as the other mans. The man puts away his switchblade and follows his friend, climbing a fire escape and running on the roofs.
Riotan follows the masked men at a similar pace.
They both jump over a large gap, still sprinting over the roof
He stands at the edge, watching them serenely.
The two men high five as one flips Riotan off.
“How rude.” He performs an elaborate leap and chases after them, grinning.
They jump of the edge of a building and vanish out of sight
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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.
"They are me.. but they are also themselves.. their own creatures, their own mind.. but also me.." The sound of his voice seems to come from somewhere.
The book is about each creature in the tavern's life, from birth to now.
*SO HE BE DEAD-*
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 peers inside the bag.
“You’re here for my story. I’m here because I wanted some time alone.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
They both jump over a large gap, still sprinting over the roof
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He picks one of them up, looking at it closer "They're you! That's so cool! I've never met someone like that before!"
He smiles and puts the book in a shadow, it falling into the shadow with ease. He places Scott in his room and waits for him to wake back up while he reads.
Sparrow scratches his hair as his glow begins to dim "Hmm, expected that to be harder, from what I've heard those things pack a real punch." He holsters Rosemary and walks over to the corpse, beginning to collect pieces of the remains for proof.
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.)
Moving limbs, not attached to anything yet somewhat alive.
"How about this. You tell me your story, I'll tell you mine, and neither of us will leave anything out."
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.)
"It is who I am I suppose..' it rasps queitly.
Scott, after an hour or two, wakes up. He sits up right quickly, looking around in a panic before calming down.
Stroth walks up to him, pulls him away from the corpse. She grabs him by the lapels of his duster and kisses him immediately.
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 stands at the edge, watching them serenely.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(you open wendigo)
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
The two men high five as one flips Riotan off.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well, crawling claws are a good first step. But you can do much better with them.” He takes out two glassy black daggers and hands one to her. “The first step is to skin all of these and cut them in accordance to this figure.” He shows her an illustration of a runic pattern.
“Why do you even care?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Then you're super cool if these are all you!"
Dracula waves to him with a smile "Welcome back, don't worry, this is your room, and I didn't take any of your blood."
He kisses her back, although he didn't expect the kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist gently.
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 are, they allow me to move." He says as all the bugs return to the armor.
"Good.." He mutters rubbing his temples.
She grins madly "That was amazing!"
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
Her eyes glisten with scientific interest, not having seen anything like this before "I didn't know that, you are far more advanced than I am." She begins to rub her gloves hands together again, Thirteen can tell she's smiling under the mask.
"Cause I've seen people like you before, and I'd say I'm a friendly person."
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.)
*Anyone feel like rping..?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles even wider "Oh I forgot, do you want to be my friend?" He holds out a hand.
He flips the page "You should keep sleeping, my hypnosis may leave you with a headache."
He adjusts his hat back to place with one hand "Amazin'? You could have done that twice as fast I bet." He kisses her again.
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.)
*Anytime my friend, anytime.*
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.)
“How rude.” He performs an elaborate leap and chases after them, grinning.
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.
*ok. Who I have open are Theren, The Hand of God members, Phoenix, and Nick.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They jump of the edge of a building and vanish out of sight
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He tilts his head "What.. do you.. mean?"
"W-What are you doing?" He asks, looking confused.
She makes a number of noises that sound hisses and squeaks and clings to him like a tick "AHAHAHAHAHA. I could not"
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