*other character besides the one thats interacting with domino :>*
Tycho is watching the party from a rooftop
Georgie is trick or treating
Mirror is on the outskirts of town, confused on why it's being complimented on it's 'costume'
Isaac comes up with a telescope
he looks over curiously
He sets it down "you want to take a look?"
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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
*say hello to the coroner, helper and fixer of the undead*
A lithe figure with an owl-like head, large eyes, and a long black trenchcoat has set up a stand outside. His sign reads in elegant cursive "T. H. Coroner, improver of the undead"
*if anyone wants to rp?*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*other character besides the one thats interacting with domino :>*
Tycho is watching the party from a rooftop
Georgie is trick or treating
Mirror is on the outskirts of town, confused on why it's being complimented on it's 'costume'
Isaac comes up with a telescope
he looks over curiously
He sets it down "you want to take a look?"
"what are you looking at?"
"The stars. I'm doing some mapping of their locations"
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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
*say hello to the coroner, helper and fixer of the undead*
A lithe figure with an owl-like head, large eyes, and a long black trenchcoat has set up a stand outside. His sign reads in elegant cursive "T. H. Coroner, improver of the undead"
*if anyone wants to rp?*
*Sure thing.*
Paracelsus is walking around, just doing what she normally does, being a creepy plague doctor and mad scientist.
Thirteen is leading a macabre parade of his many slinking and shambling undead out of the woods and toward town. He looks oddly sinister, almost like the wicked necromancers that are so often reviled in folklore.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, his tail occasionally flipping back and forth wearily, gazing up at the stars.
Loriche is attempting to melt down all the random rocks she’s gathered at her camp, and large plumes of foul dark green smoke are curling up from the cauldron.
Riotan is beating large numbers of rats to death in an alley and shoveling them into his gullet. He’s let the beast out a bit, it seems.
Klei is trying to move stolen goods.
Isaac heads out towards the horde with his crossbow in hand
Thirteen spots him and halts the procession. “What is it, my dear lad?”
he gestures towards the undead with disgust "those things look like they're headed towards town. might as well pick some of them off before they get there"
“I’m leading them. It’s just a parade for the holiday. Don’t worry, they’re all completely under my control and I’ll bury them again the moment I get past the borders of town.”
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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.
Thirteen is leading a macabre parade of his many slinking and shambling undead out of the woods and toward town. He looks oddly sinister, almost like the wicked necromancers that are so often reviled in folklore.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, his tail occasionally flipping back and forth wearily, gazing up at the stars.
Loriche is attempting to melt down all the random rocks she’s gathered at her camp, and large plumes of foul dark green smoke are curling up from the cauldron.
Riotan is beating large numbers of rats to death in an alley and shoveling them into his gullet. He’s let the beast out a bit, it seems.
Klei is trying to move stolen goods.
Isaac heads out towards the horde with his crossbow in hand
Thirteen spots him and halts the procession. “What is it, my dear lad?”
he gestures towards the undead with disgust "those things look like they're headed towards town. might as well pick some of them off before they get there"
“I’m leading them. It’s just a parade for the holiday. Don’t worry, they’re all completely under my control and I’ll bury them again the moment I get past the borders of town.”
He looks briefly confused before realizing "I completely forgot All Hallows was tonight"
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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
Thirteen is leading a macabre parade of his many slinking and shambling undead out of the woods and toward town. He looks oddly sinister, almost like the wicked necromancers that are so often reviled in folklore.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, his tail occasionally flipping back and forth wearily, gazing up at the stars.
Loriche is attempting to melt down all the random rocks she’s gathered at her camp, and large plumes of foul dark green smoke are curling up from the cauldron.
Riotan is beating large numbers of rats to death in an alley and shoveling them into his gullet. He’s let the beast out a bit, it seems.
Klei is trying to move stolen goods.
As Thirteen and his horde head toward town, they hear loud POP sounds, like balloons bursting. They come across the Cursebutcher, his red eyes gleaming under his baseball cap as he smiles warmly and stomps out a cigarette. There are quite a few corpses lying around him, and his suppressed pistol has a bit of smoke coming off of it. "Nice costume. These ones yours?" He gestures to the myriad of the forcibly de-animated with holes in their heads.
“Not a costume… and yes. You just wasted a lot of good material.” He goes back to looking tired and irritated.
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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.
Thirteen is leading a macabre parade of his many slinking and shambling undead out of the woods and toward town. He looks oddly sinister, almost like the wicked necromancers that are so often reviled in folklore.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, his tail occasionally flipping back and forth wearily, gazing up at the stars.
Loriche is attempting to melt down all the random rocks she’s gathered at her camp, and large plumes of foul dark green smoke are curling up from the cauldron.
Riotan is beating large numbers of rats to death in an alley and shoveling them into his gullet. He’s let the beast out a bit, it seems.
Klei is trying to move stolen goods.
Isaac heads out towards the horde with his crossbow in hand
Thirteen spots him and halts the procession. “What is it, my dear lad?”
he gestures towards the undead with disgust "those things look like they're headed towards town. might as well pick some of them off before they get there"
“I’m leading them. It’s just a parade for the holiday. Don’t worry, they’re all completely under my control and I’ll bury them again the moment I get past the borders of town.”
He looks briefly confused before realizing "I completely forgot All Hallows was tonight"
“Yes, and the people of this town should see that not everything that seems evil is dangerous to them.” He gestures to the many shadows, skeletons, zombies, scarecrows, and ghouls. “Harmless, the lot of them, and quite endearing in a way.”
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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.
Domino is wearing a slightly skimpy costume, nothing too seriously revealing, but not Damian approved, but its not like she cares. She's mingling in the throng of things, dancing with whoever.
*How old is domino? i recall you said they aged fast*
*at this point, it'd be around 16-17*
*wow, that is fast*
*demon/herangon blood. aging slows rapidly once they mature tho.*
*Oooo, fun :D* *Hmm... who should i use...*
*oo, here*
A young man in the 'mosh pit' dancefloor with a domino mask offers a hand to spin her
She takes it, giggling softly "Hiiii!"
"Hello" he smiles, spinning her
She spins elegeantly, having a blast. She giggles again
He continues to dance with her, dressed in an outfit reminiscent of the phantom of the opera's (cloak, well dressed, mask, etc)
Her horns glow, illuminating her face a bit.
he tilts his head and smiles, "I like your costume, you look lovely" he says simply
She flushes, and her horns flicker slightly. "Thank you, you look very handsome."
he chuckles, giving a light wink, "Why thank you"
"You from around here?" She says, holding the side of his face
"I'm from Gido, though i have been in town a few days" he says, leaning into her touch a bit
Her paws are soft. "never heard of it.. is it nice?"
"Yes, a small but very lovely town" he says, smiling softly, "You have that in common with it eh?"
As Thirteen and his horde head toward town, they hear loud POP sounds, like balloons bursting. They come across the Cursebutcher, his red eyes gleaming under his baseball cap as he smiles warmly and stomps out a cigarette. There are quite a few corpses lying around him, and his suppressed pistol has a bit of smoke coming off of it. "Nice costume. These ones yours?" He gestures to the myriad of the forcibly de-animated with holes in their heads.
“Not a costume… and yes. You just wasted a lot of good material.” He goes back to looking tired and irritated.
"Ah. Sorry, man. I assumed since they weren't part of the parade the contracts were legitimate. A lot of monsters come out to play on the 31st, since they blend in with all the costumes." He scratches the back of his head and takes his suppressor off.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Hey guys, I'm sorry, I'm heading to bed. I'm exhausted. I'll be on tomorrow.*
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 sets it down "you want to take a look?"
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
*Later dude, have the best rest of your life, and a wonderful day tomorrow.*
*Night, sweetie.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*if anyone wants to rp?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"what are you looking at?"
have a goodnight man.
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"The stars. I'm doing some mapping of their locations"
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
*Sure thing.*
Paracelsus is walking around, just doing what she normally does, being a creepy plague doctor and mad scientist.
“I’m leading them. It’s just a parade for the holiday. Don’t worry, they’re all completely under my control and I’ll bury them again the moment I get past the borders of town.”
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 looks briefly confused before realizing "I completely forgot All Hallows was tonight"
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
“Not a costume… and yes. You just wasted a lot of good material.” He goes back to looking tired and irritated.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Yes, and the people of this town should see that not everything that seems evil is dangerous to them.” He gestures to the many shadows, skeletons, zombies, scarecrows, and ghouls. “Harmless, the lot of them, and quite endearing in a way.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sleep well! May your legs be strong and your rest well*
Mauric is lying on his back on that same rooftop, looking up at the stars.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hm... sure, why not" he shrugs, moving over to Isaac
"Yes, a small but very lovely town" he says, smiling softly, "You have that in common with it eh?"
"Ah. Sorry, man. I assumed since they weren't part of the parade the contracts were legitimate. A lot of monsters come out to play on the 31st, since they blend in with all the costumes." He scratches the back of his head and takes his suppressor off.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels