A tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
"Hah! Nope. I run a 'family buisness'." he makea sly air quotes
“A mafioso then? Even more attractive.”
"Sure you're not the prostitute? Or do you just throw yourself at any man you meet?"
“Man. Woman. Drider. Vampire. All of those things.” He muses. “But I don’t need money. Never have never will.”
"What about a thrill? Ever considered joining something like what I got?"
“Is it more thrilling than emerging from a cracking idol of yourself constructed from wicker and tanned human skin and ripping the faces off of eleven duergar before plaguing their citadel with visceral nightmares for a month?”
"Sh*t. I mean, I'm a killer, but even I think that's kinda sick"
“Perks of being a demon prince, I guess.” He shrugs.
"Demon?" he backs up a little bit "Look, man, I don't want any trouble"
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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)
“Yeah I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen any of those, but I’ll make sure to keep an eye out just for you. Would you like anything?” He says, smiling wide.
*Salem!*
"No... it's fine, I can find em my own, I feel it anyway." he stands up, beginning to walk towards Saphuno's room.
Reese is still reeling from the events with Shade, drinking again at the bar
Ash is tinkering at a table with something.
Klei is seated next to her already, his head in his hands.
Thirteen is busy dissecting the strange mushroom a few booths down.
"Hey, pal." she says, sighing
Ash leaves his table and walks over to the booth where Thirtheen resides. "Hey pal, mind taking your sh*t smelling sh*t to the bathroom? Some of us are trying to make hands around here."
“Hey…” He groans, raising his head slightly, looking worn and weary. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“Sir, I am conducting a scientific inquiry for the safety of my pupil. If you have an objection to that, you may move instead.” He says pointedly.
"Shade attacked Alix.. got jealous..." She rubs her face, her fur standing on edge.
"They're about to be conducting a scientific inquiry on your skull, pal. You don't want a mouthfull of this" He says, brandishing a shotgun
*he's so fukcin goofy I love Ash Williams.*
“I don’t know who that is but that sounds awful… I’m sorry.” He pats her on the shoulder a bit.
“If you resort to violence I will respond in kind, but I urge you to reconsider. Because I will fight with all that I am, and I am a mage stronger than many you would encounter in your entire lifetime.” He reaches into his satchel and draws out an elvish sword of great antiquity. Its black crystalline blade glitters cruelly.
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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.
A tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
"Hah! Nope. I run a 'family buisness'." he makea sly air quotes
“A mafioso then? Even more attractive.”
"Sure you're not the prostitute? Or do you just throw yourself at any man you meet?"
“Man. Woman. Drider. Vampire. All of those things.” He muses. “But I don’t need money. Never have never will.”
"What about a thrill? Ever considered joining something like what I got?"
“Is it more thrilling than emerging from a cracking idol of yourself constructed from wicker and tanned human skin and ripping the faces off of eleven duergar before plaguing their citadel with visceral nightmares for a month?”
"Sh*t. I mean, I'm a killer, but even I think that's kinda sick"
“Perks of being a demon prince, I guess.” He shrugs.
"Demon?" he backs up a little bit "Look, man, I don't want any trouble"
“Neither do I. Don’t be prejudiced against me just because I got spat out a little further down than you.”
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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.
A tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
"Hah! Nope. I run a 'family buisness'." he makea sly air quotes
“A mafioso then? Even more attractive.”
"Sure you're not the prostitute? Or do you just throw yourself at any man you meet?"
“Man. Woman. Drider. Vampire. All of those things.” He muses. “But I don’t need money. Never have never will.”
"What about a thrill? Ever considered joining something like what I got?"
“Is it more thrilling than emerging from a cracking idol of yourself constructed from wicker and tanned human skin and ripping the faces off of eleven duergar before plaguing their citadel with visceral nightmares for a month?”
"Sh*t. I mean, I'm a killer, but even I think that's kinda sick"
“Perks of being a demon prince, I guess.” He shrugs.
"Demon?" he backs up a little bit "Look, man, I don't want any trouble"
“Neither do I. Don’t be prejudiced against me just because I got spat out a little further down than you.”
"No, it's just that there's a rival mob-" he stops "said too much"
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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)
A tall, imposing wolflike figure in a snappy fedora is outside smoking an expensive cigar
Riotan is sitting not far away, redoing the runes carved onto his scales with his scimitar.
"Hey kid" he flashes a dark-eyed glance at Riotan. "Loving the runes" his voice is suave yet punctuated with a new-york accent
“Sure. I saw Lolth descend into her pits, and I’m the kid.” He scoffs.
"Ay, loosen up a little." he takes a looooooooooooong drag
“Can’t. If I do, I’ll stab myself in the arm.”
"Smarta**" he sneers
“Why thank you!” He chirps, looking up and dropping the ornate blade. “I have both, as a matter of fact. But you really should’ve gone about things more courteously.”
"Courtesy's not a priority in my line of work"
“So you’re what, a prostitute then?” He chuckles.
"Hah! Nope. I run a 'family buisness'." he makea sly air quotes
“A mafioso then? Even more attractive.”
"Sure you're not the prostitute? Or do you just throw yourself at any man you meet?"
“Man. Woman. Drider. Vampire. All of those things.” He muses. “But I don’t need money. Never have never will.”
"What about a thrill? Ever considered joining something like what I got?"
“Is it more thrilling than emerging from a cracking idol of yourself constructed from wicker and tanned human skin and ripping the faces off of eleven duergar before plaguing their citadel with visceral nightmares for a month?”
"Sh*t. I mean, I'm a killer, but even I think that's kinda sick"
“Perks of being a demon prince, I guess.” He shrugs.
"Demon?" he backs up a little bit "Look, man, I don't want any trouble"
“Neither do I. Don’t be prejudiced against me just because I got spat out a little further down than you.”
"No, it's just that there's a rival mob-" he stops "said too much"
“Said too little in my opinion. But you don’t have to tell me anything. After all, you met me five minutes ago.”
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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'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)
Reese is still reeling from the events with Shade, drinking again at the bar
Ash is tinkering at a table with something.
Klei is seated next to her already, his head in his hands.
Thirteen is busy dissecting the strange mushroom a few booths down.
"Hey, pal." she says, sighing
Ash leaves his table and walks over to the booth where Thirtheen resides. "Hey pal, mind taking your sh*t smelling sh*t to the bathroom? Some of us are trying to make hands around here."
“Hey…” He groans, raising his head slightly, looking worn and weary. “What happened? Are you okay?”
“Sir, I am conducting a scientific inquiry for the safety of my pupil. If you have an objection to that, you may move instead.” He says pointedly.
"Shade attacked Alix.. got jealous..." She rubs her face, her fur standing on edge.
"They're about to be conducting a scientific inquiry on your skull, pal. You don't want a mouthfull of this" He says, brandishing a shotgun
*he's so fukcin goofy I love Ash Williams.*
“I don’t know who that is but that sounds awful… I’m sorry.” He pats her on the shoulder a bit.
“If you resort to violence I will respond in kind, but I urge you to reconsider. Because I will fight with all that I am, and I am a mage stronger than many you would encounter in your entire lifetime.” He reaches into his satchel and draws out an elvish sword of great antiquity. Its black crystalline blade glitters cruelly.
She chirps softly, sighing. "Thank you..."
He's out of his league, and he knows it. "ahh, okay.." He says, walking back to his table.
“No problem. What else are friends for?”
“Thank you.” Thirteen glares in his direction and goes back to the mushrooms.
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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.
“Yeah I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen any of those, but I’ll make sure to keep an eye out just for you. Would you like anything?” He says, smiling wide.
*Salem!*
"No... it's fine, I can find em my own, I feel it anyway." he stands up, beginning to walk towards Saphuno's room.
He stands up, following after them, entirely sure that he can’t be going into Saphuno’s room, and if he does, he has some spells ready just in case “Where ya goin? You don’t have a room.”
"My book's in here, I can feel it."
“I’ll get it out for you, you stay right here.” He walks inside, closing the door behind him, before setting a Delay Blast Fireball there in case he opens it. He begins to look through the room.
*Of course, get the thing and I’d be happy to. If you want to add anyone else I’d be happy to as well.*
*its like the sniper in the game but her accuracy lessen while the game progresses - Garden Warfare.*
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
"Demon?" he backs up a little bit "Look, man, I don't want any trouble"
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)
*Already replied to that before I left.*
“I don’t know who that is but that sounds awful… I’m sorry.” He pats her on the shoulder a bit.
“If you resort to violence I will respond in kind, but I urge you to reconsider. Because I will fight with all that I am, and I am a mage stronger than many you would encounter in your entire lifetime.” He reaches into his satchel and draws out an elvish sword of great antiquity. Its black crystalline blade glitters cruelly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Characters if anyones interested*
Constant is drinking in the tavern bar
Tycho is sat on the roof, enjoying the calm night
Georgie is humming softly to himself as he reads in the library
-knew thingy- a new shop has sprouted up in town, simply called 'the store of needs'
“Neither do I. Don’t be prejudiced against me just because I got spat out a little further down than you.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"No, it's just that there's a rival mob-" he stops "said too much"
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)
“Said too little in my opinion. But you don’t have to tell me anything. After all, you met me five minutes ago.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*snip for jobah*
*gtg*
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)
*have a good night*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“No problem. What else are friends for?”
“Thank you.” Thirteen glares in his direction and goes back to the mushrooms.
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’ll get it out for you, you stay right here.” He walks inside, closing the door behind him, before setting a Delay Blast Fireball there in case he opens it. He begins to look through the room.
*jdjsjfdkjfkejdbd mwhahahaha*
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