The pale man smiles gently. "No thank you. I'll get one for myself once I've earned it. They still got an arcade nearby. Most have them have switched to quarters, but this one uses nickels."
He looks up surprised and smiles "There's still an arcade that uses Nickels instead of Quarters?! Where? I haven't had any use for the Nickels I've had, considering I don't really eat anymore."
"I'll show you... if you'll play Aliens with me." He grins. He lowers himself down off the ceiling, occasionally re-establishing eye contact so that Drac knows they're still talking, but not so much that Dracula would feel outright uncomfortable.
The pale man smiles gently. "No thank you. I'll get one for myself once I've earned it. They still got an arcade nearby. Most have them have switched to quarters, but this one uses nickels."
He looks up surprised and smiles "There's still an arcade that uses Nickels instead of Quarters?! Where? I haven't had any use for the Nickels I've had, considering I don't really eat anymore."
"I'll show you... if you'll play Aliens with me." He grins. He lowers himself down off the ceiling, occasionally re-establishing eye contact so that Drac knows they're still talking, but not so much that Dracula would feel outright uncomfortable.
He smiles a little bit, moving down from the ceiling himself softly, flattering down as if he's light as a feather. Once he's on the ground he puts down his GBA "I would totally play Aliens with you. Oh and-" He holds out a cold pale hand "I'm Dracula, Count Dracula."
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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.'
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'll show you... if you'll play Aliens with me." He grins. He lowers himself down off the ceiling, occasionally re-establishing eye contact so that Drac knows they're still talking, but not so much that Dracula would feel outright uncomfortable.
He smiles a little bit, moving down from the ceiling himself softly, flattering down as if he's light as a feather. Once he's on the ground he puts down his GBA "I would totally play Aliens with you. Oh and-" He holds out a cold pale hand "I'm Dracula, Count Dracula."
*Sorry, getting ready to volunteer right now*
He shakes it. His hand is warmer, but not by much. "Since we both have kind of taboo names, Porter Sinclair. Nice to meet you in person, Count."
"I'll show you... if you'll play Aliens with me." He grins. He lowers himself down off the ceiling, occasionally re-establishing eye contact so that Drac knows they're still talking, but not so much that Dracula would feel outright uncomfortable.
He smiles a little bit, moving down from the ceiling himself softly, flattering down as if he's light as a feather. Once he's on the ground he puts down his GBA "I would totally play Aliens with you. Oh and-" He holds out a cold pale hand "I'm Dracula, Count Dracula."
*Sorry, getting ready to volunteer right now*
He shakes it. His hand is warmer, but not by much. "Since we both have kind of taboo names, Porter Sinclair. Nice to meet you in person, Count."
*It's fine man, there are more important things than me.*
He smirks slightly, his grip firm "Oh a member of the Sinclair family. I know they aren't dumb enough to mess with me, so I trust you do your best to stay out of the family business. Nice to meet you Porter. Just call me Drac, or something similar."
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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 shakes it. His hand is warmer, but not by much. "Since we both have kind of taboo names, Porter Sinclair. Nice to meet you in person, Count."
*It's fine man, there are more important things than me.*
He smirks slightly, his grip firm "Oh a member of the Sinclair family. I know they aren't dumb enough to mess with me, so I trust you do your best to stay out of the family business. Nice to meet you Porter. Just call me Drac, or something similar."
"I'm glad we see eye-to-eye on my family history, Drac."
*I'm working on developing my art style right now with the best technique ever: stealing from so many sources that it looks original.*
*Anywhoozle, I'm bored and don't want to explain to children the history of the river.*
Home is lying on the grass on the front lawn of the guilt house. He is staring up at the sky, hands clasped on his chest. The smell of smoke pours out from the house but he doesn't seem to care in the slightest.
Scott is sitting at a booth in the tavern, drinking coffee while looking over old manuscripts.
Loriche stumbles out of the woods, looking around worriedly, presumably attracted by the smoke.
Thirteen walks by and stops for a moment to examine the documents.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He shakes it. His hand is warmer, but not by much. "Since we both have kind of taboo names, Porter Sinclair. Nice to meet you in person, Count."
*It's fine man, there are more important things than me.*
He smirks slightly, his grip firm "Oh a member of the Sinclair family. I know they aren't dumb enough to mess with me, so I trust you do your best to stay out of the family business. Nice to meet you Porter. Just call me Drac, or something similar."
"I'm glad we see eye-to-eye on my family history, Drac."
*I'm working on developing my art style right now with the best technique ever: stealing from so many sources that it looks original.*
*Also, gtg.*
*Ah, the AI art style. Later dude.*
He puts his hands in his seemingly bottomless pockets, pulling out a blood soaked sandwich and beginning to eat "Do you want anything?"
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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.'
*Now that Baalze is gone, does anyone else want to rp? If so, here, if you want anyone else, just ask.*
Damian is cleaning up the town from the previous night, walking around with a trash bag, picking up candy, trash, paper plates, and anything else people happened to leave behind. He's wearing some plain and modest clothes, deciding he doesn't have to look fabulous every day.
Paracelsus is in her laboratory, experimenting on things she got from the nearby graveyard, graves no one bothered to clean up. The sound of crackling lightning and mad laughter can be heard.
Thane is outside of the Tavern, sitting, staring silently. His knees are up against his chest, a strange look for such a large Dragonborn. He's in the outfit he arrived in, looking like a wild west bartender, his black Bowler hat sitting tilted atop His head.
Sparrow is working outside of town, clearing out a crypt full of evil spirits for some decent pay. He's got his bandana on so no one can see his real face as he guns down everything in his path with Rosemary's holy bullets.
Rowan is in the library crying. Blood stains his red velvet Jester costume, and the mask sits on the table in front of him, mocking him in his mind for what he did.
*Mornin y'all. Here's there characters I wanna use today*
Theren is sitting outside, enjoying the cool morning. He sips a cup of coffee, rubbing his tired eyes slightly.
Phoenix is inside making gingersnaps. The smell wafts through the air, making everything smell like the holidays.
Leo is outside by his forge making something new. Festus is laying next to him, the metal dragon radiating heat.
-thinking about bringing in a new character-
Mauric scampers over toward the smell, his eyes wide.
Phoenix, who is a big and bulky dude, is wearing an apron that is too small for him. He is currently watching a batch cooking in the oven
He inhales deeply. “Just the right amount of cardamom… evoking memories of pfeffernüsse… absolutely sublime.” He whispers to himself, standing back a few feet from Phoenix.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Traitor is back to tearing the rest of that one abandoned house from a few scenes ago to wood chips.
KK is in her studio, revising her lyrics.
The Seer is probably off somewhere cackling maniacally or monologuing to stormy skies in true villainous fashion. Her corruption is spreading a little more, reaching near the edge of the forest.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Mornin y'all. Here's there characters I wanna use today*
Theren is sitting outside, enjoying the cool morning. He sips a cup of coffee, rubbing his tired eyes slightly.
Phoenix is inside making gingersnaps. The smell wafts through the air, making everything smell like the holidays.
Leo is outside by his forge making something new. Festus is laying next to him, the metal dragon radiating heat.
-thinking about bringing in a new character-
Mauric scampers over toward the smell, his eyes wide.
Phoenix, who is a big and bulky dude, is wearing an apron that is too small for him. He is currently watching a batch cooking in the oven
He inhales deeply. “Just the right amount of cardamom… evoking memories of pfeffernüsse… absolutely sublime.” He whispers to himself, standing back a few feet from Phoenix.
Phoenix looks at them, eyebrow raised
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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.
*Now that Baalze is gone, does anyone else want to rp? If so, here, if you want anyone else, just ask.*
Damian is cleaning up the town from the previous night, walking around with a trash bag, picking up candy, trash, paper plates, and anything else people happened to leave behind. He's wearing some plain and modest clothes, deciding he doesn't have to look fabulous every day.
Paracelsus is in her laboratory, experimenting on things she got from the nearby graveyard, graves no one bothered to clean up. The sound of crackling lightning and mad laughter can be heard.
Thane is outside of the Tavern, sitting, staring silently. His knees are up against his chest, a strange look for such a large Dragonborn. He's in the outfit he arrived in, looking like a wild west bartender, his black Bowler hat sitting tilted atop His head.
Sparrow is working outside of town, clearing out a crypt full of evil spirits for some decent pay. He's got his bandana on so no one can see his real face as he guns down everything in his path with Rosemary's holy bullets.
Rowan is in the library crying. Blood stains his red velvet Jester costume, and the mask sits on the table in front of him, mocking him in his mind for what he did.
Thirteen knocks on the door, holding several scrolls and tomes under one arm.
Riotan walks up behind him. “What a shame. Such a lovely outfit, ruined.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I think everyone here does that, because we have nothing better to do. Wanna rp?*
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'll show you... if you'll play Aliens with me." He grins. He lowers himself down off the ceiling, occasionally re-establishing eye contact so that Drac knows they're still talking, but not so much that Dracula would feel outright uncomfortable.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He smiles a little bit, moving down from the ceiling himself softly, flattering down as if he's light as a feather. Once he's on the ground he puts down his GBA "I would totally play Aliens with you. Oh and-" He holds out a cold pale hand "I'm Dracula, Count Dracula."
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.)
(good morning everyone)
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
hi moon how have ya been
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*Sorry, getting ready to volunteer right now*
He shakes it. His hand is warmer, but not by much. "Since we both have kind of taboo names, Porter Sinclair. Nice to meet you in person, Count."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*It's fine man, there are more important things than me.*
He smirks slightly, his grip firm "Oh a member of the Sinclair family. I know they aren't dumb enough to mess with me, so I trust you do your best to stay out of the family business. Nice to meet you Porter. Just call me Drac, or something similar."
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'm glad we see eye-to-eye on my family history, Drac."
*I'm working on developing my art style right now with the best technique ever: stealing from so many sources that it looks original.*
*Also, gtg.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Mornin y'all. Here's there characters I wanna use today*
Theren is sitting outside, enjoying the cool morning. He sips a cup of coffee, rubbing his tired eyes slightly.
Phoenix is inside making gingersnaps. The smell wafts through the air, making everything smell like the holidays.
Leo is outside by his forge making something new. Festus is laying next to him, the metal dragon radiating heat.
-thinking about bringing in a new character-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Loriche stumbles out of the woods, looking around worriedly, presumably attracted by the smoke.
Thirteen walks by and stops for a moment to examine the documents.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
I love that he was so blatant about that fact lol
*I'm working on developing my art style right now with the best technique ever: stealing from so many sources that it looks original.*
*Also, gtg.*
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*Ah, the AI art style. Later dude.*
He puts his hands in his seemingly bottomless pockets, pulling out a blood soaked sandwich and beginning to eat "Do you want anything?"
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.)
Mauric scampers over toward the smell, his eyes wide.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Phoenix, who is a big and bulky dude, is wearing an apron that is too small for him. He is currently watching a batch cooking in the oven
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Now that Baalze is gone, does anyone else want to rp? If so, here, if you want anyone else, just ask.*
Damian is cleaning up the town from the previous night, walking around with a trash bag, picking up candy, trash, paper plates, and anything else people happened to leave behind. He's wearing some plain and modest clothes, deciding he doesn't have to look fabulous every day.
Paracelsus is in her laboratory, experimenting on things she got from the nearby graveyard, graves no one bothered to clean up. The sound of crackling lightning and mad laughter can be heard.
Thane is outside of the Tavern, sitting, staring silently. His knees are up against his chest, a strange look for such a large Dragonborn. He's in the outfit he arrived in, looking like a wild west bartender, his black Bowler hat sitting tilted atop His head.
Sparrow is working outside of town, clearing out a crypt full of evil spirits for some decent pay. He's got his bandana on so no one can see his real face as he guns down everything in his path with Rosemary's holy bullets.
Rowan is in the library crying. Blood stains his red velvet Jester costume, and the mask sits on the table in front of him, mocking him in his mind for what he did.
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 inhales deeply. “Just the right amount of cardamom… evoking memories of pfeffernüsse… absolutely sublime.” He whispers to himself, standing back a few feet from Phoenix.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Good morning everyone!*
Traitor is back to tearing the rest of that one abandoned house from a few scenes ago to wood chips.
KK is in her studio, revising her lyrics.
The Seer is probably off somewhere cackling maniacally or monologuing to stormy skies in true villainous fashion. Her corruption is spreading a little more, reaching near the edge of the forest.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Phoenix looks at them, eyebrow raised
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Thirteen knocks on the door, holding several scrolls and tomes under one arm.
Riotan walks up behind him. “What a shame. Such a lovely outfit, ruined.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
morning Yvonne how are ya?
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