*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.*
*Baalze? Anyone?*
*…i’m here*
*Do you want to rp with me or are you just here so I’m not alone?*
*both :)*
*I'm also up for rp, tho om heading to see a movie*
(i'm down as well though my replies are going to be a bit slow)
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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
"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.
He nods. "Real shame. They were well-crafted and animated. That's why I assumed they were hostile. Ghost parades, as we call them where I'm from, typically have cheaper shambling droves."
*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.*
*Baalze? Anyone?*
*…i’m here*
*Do you want to rp with me or are you just here so I’m not alone?*
*both :)*
*Who would you like then good friend?*
*uhhh Crusader*
*Crusader granted.*
The Crusader isn’t taking part, thinking back to when his son would go around the village, getting at least one piece of candy from the poor yet generous people there.
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.”
"i've seen what they can do to a town in a night"
“Yes but you can just simply-” He snaps his fingers and all of the undead collapse or dissipate. “-turn them off. Oh, and on.” He snaps his fingers again, and they all resume their 'positions.
"It gives me the chills either way. Keep your dead in line, necromancer" he spits out that last word
“Sir, I am a member of a noble, if occasionally misguided school and creed. Necromancers may wield powers that unenlightened societies deem villainous, but everything has the potential to help and enhance the knowledge of this world. To paraphrase Norton Juster, ‘Whenever you gain knowledge, the whole world grows a little bit richer.’ So does it really matter what kind of knowledge it may be?”
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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.
"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.
He nods. "Real shame. They were well-crafted and animated. That's why I assumed they were hostile. Ghost parades, as we call them where I'm from, typically have cheaper shambling droves."
“Oh? What of? Surely not zombie clots.”
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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.
*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.*
*Baalze? Anyone?*
*…i’m here*
*Do you want to rp with me or are you just here so I’m not alone?*
*both :)*
*Who would you like then good friend?*
*uhhh Crusader*
*Crusader granted.*
The Crusader isn’t taking part, thinking back to when his son would go around the village, getting at least one piece of candy from the poor yet generous people there.
Riotan sits next to him. “Painful memories, eh?” He inquires.
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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.
"Whatever works... those ingredients were expensive, felix's prices went up."
“Hmm, I’ll have to talk with him about that.” He begins to prepare a Hero’s feast “Love you.”
"already did, it's for a valid reason." She kisses him, ruffling his hair. "Love you too. Check your pants, missing anything?~"
He chuckles and kisses her back “Still in public, we can do this after Domino falls asleep.” He says, smiling, putting on his apron as he begins to cook.
Mauric is lying on his back on the roof, his tail occasionally flipping back and forth wearily, gazing up at the stars.
Salem is there, trying to figure out how to get home, rubbing his head with his paws.
“You lost?” He asks in a mellow voice, lifting his head slightly and looking down toward Salem.
His bright eyes narrow a bit and he shakes his head. "No, I just am anchored here.. cant get back to my realm... trying to calculate with my starwise how to get there."
“Hehehehe. I don’t know what that means.” He giggles.
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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 nods. "Real shame. They were well-crafted and animated. That's why I assumed they were hostile. Ghost parades, as we call them where I'm from, typically have cheaper shambling droves."
“Oh? What of? Surely not zombie clots.”
"They typically just grab whatever imprisoned or experimental undead they have on hand and drag them around town in chains. When they do take the effort to make special ones, they're rarely anything other than basic zombies and scarecrows."
*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.*
*Baalze? Anyone?*
*…i’m here*
*Do you want to rp with me or are you just here so I’m not alone?*
*both :)*
*Who would you like then good friend?*
*uhhh Crusader*
*Crusader granted.*
The Crusader isn’t taking part, thinking back to when his son would go around the village, getting at least one piece of candy from the poor yet generous people there.
Riotan sits next to him. “Painful memories, eh?” He inquires.
He looks to Riotan and then to the night sky “Painful might be the right word. Maybe.”
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*ooh which movie*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Sparrow has dressed up as a magitech wizard, using Rosemary as a sort of wand.
Dracula is in the tavern, sheepishly trying to get one of the treats without having to be in a conversation.
Gon goes to the Slaughterhouse, not understanding how Halloween works, just carrying the candy in his hands.
(i'm down as well though my replies are going to be a bit slow)
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 nods. "Real shame. They were well-crafted and animated. That's why I assumed they were hostile. Ghost parades, as we call them where I'm from, typically have cheaper shambling droves."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Crusader granted.*
The Crusader isn’t taking part, thinking back to when his son would go around the village, getting at least one piece of candy from the poor yet generous people there.
*the new venom one*
“Sir, I am a member of a noble, if occasionally misguided school and creed. Necromancers may wield powers that unenlightened societies deem villainous, but everything has the potential to help and enhance the knowledge of this world. To paraphrase Norton Juster, ‘Whenever you gain knowledge, the whole world grows a little bit richer.’ So does it really matter what kind of knowledge it may be?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Hmm, I’ll have to talk with him about that.” He begins to prepare a Hero’s feast “Love you.”
*my favorite gay superhero couple. have a good time*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh? What of? Surely not zombie clots.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Riotan sits next to him. “Painful memories, eh?” He inquires.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Barbeau glances over from the pumpkin pie stand. "Nice costume. Most people use prop guns, though."
Felix notices him and gently, silently approaches to offer him one.
Curse looks over at the boy. "You're the first one here. You need a bag for all that?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He doesn't mind any closeness, his hands staying where they're needed for the dance. Noticing her glances he looks over for a moment, "Your folks?"
He chuckles and kisses her back “Still in public, we can do this after Domino falls asleep.” He says, smiling, putting on his apron as he begins to cook.
“Hehehehe. I don’t know what that means.” He giggles.
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 typically just grab whatever imprisoned or experimental undead they have on hand and drag them around town in chains. When they do take the effort to make special ones, they're rarely anything other than basic zombies and scarecrows."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He looks to Riotan and then to the night sky “Painful might be the right word. Maybe.”