“As long as we take turns, we should probably get back to serving huh?” He looks back to the corner.
All who are attending have eaten already. "No, I have [that one character of fry's, the blind girl who I gave fuzzy vision] to cover drinks for us, it should be fine"
He nods “Well then what do you want to do? Dance the night away?”
"sure, 'dance'~" She says, snickering
“Well take the lead my mistress in black.” He says, grinning wide, alluding to her outfit.
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?"
"I sure do, i've been here all my life, not one complaint!"
"Well, i do plan on staying for a while" he smiles, "I'll see how it suits me while i'm here then"
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.
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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.
“As long as we take turns, we should probably get back to serving huh?” He looks back to the corner.
All who are attending have eaten already. "No, I have [that one character of fry's, the blind girl who I gave fuzzy vision] to cover drinks for us, it should be fine"
He nods “Well then what do you want to do? Dance the night away?”
"sure, 'dance'~" She says, snickering
“Well take the lead my mistress in black.” He says, grinning wide, alluding to her outfit.
"Careful what you say, I know some pretty powerful spells, believe it or not. In an instant, you'd be my wife."
“I wouldn’t dare to disagree, but I am an eighth level caster. Either way, I think I’m very in touch with my feminine side.” He smirks.
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.
“You’re alright. I can repurpose them into death slurry or something, and it’s not like I didn’t expect to lose a few.” He sighs.
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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?"
"I sure do, i've been here all my life, not one complaint!"
"Well, i do plan on staying for a while" he smiles, "I'll see how it suits me while i'm here then"
"It's nice here, quiet... there's the occasional incident, but mostly, you'd be unaffected by the happenings."
"Sounds nice. Maybe you can show me around sometime?"
“As long as we take turns, we should probably get back to serving huh?” He looks back to the corner.
All who are attending have eaten already. "No, I have [that one character of fry's, the blind girl who I gave fuzzy vision] to cover drinks for us, it should be fine"
He nods “Well then what do you want to do? Dance the night away?”
"sure, 'dance'~" She says, snickering
“Well take the lead my mistress in black.” He says, grinning wide, alluding to her outfit.
"Careful what you say, I know some pretty powerful spells, believe it or not. In an instant, you'd be my wife."
“I wouldn’t dare to disagree, but I am an eighth level caster. Either way, I think I’m very in touch with my feminine side.” He smirks.
"I learned how to cast at an 8th level... when I was 20~" She says, grabbing his shoulder. Suddenly, he feels a pound lighter.
He smiles “I learned one when I was 18. Unfortunately I shouldn’t cast Reality Break here.” He raises an eyebrow with another smirk, rubbing his tongue over his fangs.
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.
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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.
“As long as we take turns, we should probably get back to serving huh?” He looks back to the corner.
All who are attending have eaten already. "No, I have [that one character of fry's, the blind girl who I gave fuzzy vision] to cover drinks for us, it should be fine"
He nods “Well then what do you want to do? Dance the night away?”
"sure, 'dance'~" She says, snickering
“Well take the lead my mistress in black.” He says, grinning wide, alluding to her outfit.
"Careful what you say, I know some pretty powerful spells, believe it or not. In an instant, you'd be my wife."
“I wouldn’t dare to disagree, but I am an eighth level caster. Either way, I think I’m very in touch with my feminine side.” He smirks.
"I learned how to cast at an 8th level... when I was 20~" She says, grabbing his shoulder. Suddenly, he feels a pound lighter.
He smiles “I learned one when I was 18. Unfortunately I shouldn’t cast Reality Break here.” He raises an eyebrow with another smirk, rubbing his tongue over his fangs.
"I'll break your reality~" She says, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckles “Oh you tempt me~” He gives her a passionate kiss “But we’re in public.” He suddenly smells burn “OH NO! The pie!” He rushes over, taking the slightly burnt pie out.
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*Does anyone else want to roleplay?*
"Well, i do plan on staying for a while" he smiles, "I'll see how it suits me while i'm here then"
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.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I wouldn’t dare to disagree, but I am an eighth level caster. Either way, I think I’m very in touch with my feminine side.” He smirks.
*Sure!*
*Anyone you wanna RP with?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“You’re alright. I can repurpose them into death slurry or something, and it’s not like I didn’t expect to lose a few.” He sighs.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I don’t mind rp with any of yours nor any of mine, almost all my characters will have a costume for Halloween though. Just for flavor.*
"Sounds nice. Maybe you can show me around sometime?"
He smiles “I learned one when I was 18. Unfortunately I shouldn’t cast Reality Break here.” He raises an eyebrow with another smirk, rubbing his tongue over his fangs.
*Cut that pretty please.*
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 chuckles “Oh you tempt me~” He gives her a passionate kiss “But we’re in public.” He suddenly smells burn “OH NO! The pie!” He rushes over, taking the slightly burnt pie out.