*I have Podmorski (and by extension, Tyrone), Felix, and a new character who's a Southern Gothic BBQ witch doctor*
*Hmm I suppose Tyrone, Felix, and the guy.*
*I wasn't giving you a choice.*
Tyrone breaks down the door to the Guilt House, holding a walkman. "Home!" It cackles, a sound much like the crackle of flames.
Felix is sleeping in a tavern booth.
The smell of cooking meat becomes pervasive as a massive man in a strange suit, all decorated in bones and coal dust almost indistinguishable from his actual skin, enters through the front door of the tavern, looking outright jolly despite the horrors he must have seen coming in. He wears no shirt under his coat, proudly displaying his bulky form underneath. A huge cleaver hangs where most would carry a revolver, and he covers burn scars on his face with a deer skull mask under his top hat.
*I have Podmorski (and by extension, Tyrone), Felix, and a new character who's a Southern Gothic BBQ witch doctor*
*Hmm I suppose Tyrone, Felix, and the guy.*
*I wasn't giving you a choice.*
Tyrone breaks down the door to the Guilt House, holding a walkman. "Home!" It cackles, a sound much like the crackle of flames.
Felix is sleeping in a tavern booth.
The smell of cooking meat becomes pervasive as a massive man in a strange suit, all decorated in bones and coal dust almost indistinguishable from his actual skin, enters through the front door of the tavern, looking outright jolly despite the horrors he must have seen coming in. He wears no shirt under his coat, proudly displaying his bulky form underneath. A huge cleaver hangs where most would carry a revolver, and he covers burn scars on his face with a deer skull mask under his top hat.
Home pops his head up from the basement "That's rad!" He climbs out and dust himself off "How'ja manage to get it?"
Ichigo walks over to him, gently poking his side.
Father Luciano looks up from where he is eating, his eyes curious.
Tyrone breaks down the door to the Guilt House, holding a walkman. "Home!" It cackles, a sound much like the crackle of flames.
Felix is sleeping in a tavern booth.
The smell of cooking meat becomes pervasive as a massive man in a strange suit, all decorated in bones and coal dust almost indistinguishable from his actual skin, enters through the front door of the tavern, looking outright jolly despite the horrors he must have seen coming in. He wears no shirt under his coat, proudly displaying his bulky form underneath. A huge cleaver hangs where most would carry a revolver, and he covers burn scars on his face with a deer skull mask under his top hat.
Home pops his head up from the basement "That's rad!" He climbs out and dust himself off "How'ja manage to get it?"
Ichigo walks over to him, gently poking his side.
Father Luciano looks up from where he is eating, his eyes curious.
"Side gig. Only got the one mix, but it's got some pretty decent tunes on it. Wanna listen?"
He opens his eyes slowly. "Hey, strawberry. Howsit?"
The bulky human(?) grins at Luciano and holds out a hand. A small flame appears and spins on his palm, little imps and monsters made of smoke manifesting from it and crawling about, some clinging to the witch doctor like insects as others silently fall to the floor. He crushes the flame and the spirits disappear, and he holds out his hand further for a handshake. "Doctor Ortigo. A pleasure, sir." He speaks with a thick southern drawl.
Tyrone breaks down the door to the Guilt House, holding a walkman. "Home!" It cackles, a sound much like the crackle of flames.
Felix is sleeping in a tavern booth.
The smell of cooking meat becomes pervasive as a massive man in a strange suit, all decorated in bones and coal dust almost indistinguishable from his actual skin, enters through the front door of the tavern, looking outright jolly despite the horrors he must have seen coming in. He wears no shirt under his coat, proudly displaying his bulky form underneath. A huge cleaver hangs where most would carry a revolver, and he covers burn scars on his face with a deer skull mask under his top hat.
Home pops his head up from the basement "That's rad!" He climbs out and dust himself off "How'ja manage to get it?"
Ichigo walks over to him, gently poking his side.
Father Luciano looks up from where he is eating, his eyes curious.
"Side gig. Only got the one mix, but it's got some pretty decent tunes on it. Wanna listen?"
He opens his eyes slowly. "Hey, strawberry. Howsit?"
The bulky human(?) grins at Luciano and holds out a hand. A small flame appears and spins on his palm, little imps and monsters made of smoke manifesting from it and crawling about, some clinging to the witch doctor like insects as others silently fall to the floor. He crushes the flame and the spirits disappear, and he holds out his hand further for a handshake. "Doctor Ortigo. A pleasure, sir." He speaks with a thick southern drawl.
"Yep." He nods, walking over "Thought yous stopped by today cuz a book showed up downstairs."
"I am... Well. How ... Are.. you?" He asks, nodding happily.
"Hello my son, a pleasure to meet you. I am Father Luciano.' he shakes his hand, bowing his head.
"Side gig. Only got the one mix, but it's got some pretty decent tunes on it. Wanna listen?"
He opens his eyes slowly. "Hey, strawberry. Howsit?"
The bulky human(?) grins at Luciano and holds out a hand. A small flame appears and spins on his palm, little imps and monsters made of smoke manifesting from it and crawling about, some clinging to the witch doctor like insects as others silently fall to the floor. He crushes the flame and the spirits disappear, and he holds out his hand further for a handshake. "Doctor Ortigo. A pleasure, sir." He speaks with a thick southern drawl.
"Yep." He nods, walking over "Thought yous stopped by today cuz a book showed up downstairs."
"I am... Well. How ... Are.. you?" He asks, nodding happily.
"Hello my son, a pleasure to meet you. I am Father Luciano.' he shakes his hand, bowing his head.
It hands over the walkman. It seems well-loved by a previous owner. "What book was it?"
"I... I'm not sure. It's been a while. Nothing has really happened. Work isn't very exciting anymore."
"Ah, another man of faith! A wildly different one, of course, but that don't matter all that much. How're you, Father?"
"Side gig. Only got the one mix, but it's got some pretty decent tunes on it. Wanna listen?"
He opens his eyes slowly. "Hey, strawberry. Howsit?"
The bulky human(?) grins at Luciano and holds out a hand. A small flame appears and spins on his palm, little imps and monsters made of smoke manifesting from it and crawling about, some clinging to the witch doctor like insects as others silently fall to the floor. He crushes the flame and the spirits disappear, and he holds out his hand further for a handshake. "Doctor Ortigo. A pleasure, sir." He speaks with a thick southern drawl.
"Yep." He nods, walking over "Thought yous stopped by today cuz a book showed up downstairs."
"I am... Well. How ... Are.. you?" He asks, nodding happily.
"Hello my son, a pleasure to meet you. I am Father Luciano.' he shakes his hand, bowing his head.
It hands over the walkman. It seems well-loved by a previous owner. "What book was it?"
"I... I'm not sure. It's been a while. Nothing has really happened. Work isn't very exciting anymore."
"Ah, another man of faith! A wildly different one, of course, but that don't matter all that much. How're you, Father?"
"No idea, didn't take a good look at it honestly. Smelled weird." He wrinkles his nose and feels over the walls, looking happier than a kid on Christmas.
He blinks "Is... there anything.. I can do.. to help?" It asks. It sits on the floor before him.
"I am well for the most part and I agree. Everyone has their own faiths and we cannot put one down because they do not hold the same faith we do."
It hands over the walkman. It seems well-loved by a previous owner. "What book was it?"
"I... I'm not sure. It's been a while. Nothing has really happened. Work isn't very exciting anymore."
"Ah, another man of faith! A wildly different one, of course, but that don't matter all that much. How're you, Father?"
"No idea, didn't take a good look at it honestly. Smelled weird." He wrinkles his nose and feels over the walls, looking happier than a kid on Christmas.
He blinks "Is... there anything.. I can do.. to help?" It asks. It sits on the floor before him.
"I am well for the most part and I agree. Everyone has their own faiths and we cannot put one down because they do not hold the same faith we do."
"You listen to that or something. I'll check it out." It pats Home on the back and heads for the basement.
He leans against it. "Just you being here is nice."
"Loa, kami, gods, cosmic abominations, they ain't mutually exclusive! All beings are worthy of respect, ain't they?" He chuckles, sitting down.
*Don't do it again.*
*Get sick, I mean.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Would anyone like to RP by any chance.*
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
(I'm roleplaying with Baal on the long, roundabout path thread)
Extended signature
*I would enjoy*
*I have Podmorski (and by extension, Tyrone), Felix, and a new character who's a Southern Gothic BBQ witch doctor*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hmm I suppose Tyrone, Felix, and the guy.*
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
*I don't do it on purpose*
*SStill sick tho*
*I wasn't giving you a choice.*
Tyrone breaks down the door to the Guilt House, holding a walkman. "Home!" It cackles, a sound much like the crackle of flames.
Felix is sleeping in a tavern booth.
The smell of cooking meat becomes pervasive as a massive man in a strange suit, all decorated in bones and coal dust almost indistinguishable from his actual skin, enters through the front door of the tavern, looking outright jolly despite the horrors he must have seen coming in. He wears no shirt under his coat, proudly displaying his bulky form underneath. A huge cleaver hangs where most would carry a revolver, and he covers burn scars on his face with a deer skull mask under his top hat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I don't believe you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Home pops his head up from the basement "That's rad!" He climbs out and dust himself off "How'ja manage to get it?"
Ichigo walks over to him, gently poking his side.
Father Luciano looks up from where he is eating, his eyes curious.
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
"Side gig. Only got the one mix, but it's got some pretty decent tunes on it. Wanna listen?"
He opens his eyes slowly. "Hey, strawberry. Howsit?"
The bulky human(?) grins at Luciano and holds out a hand. A small flame appears and spins on his palm, little imps and monsters made of smoke manifesting from it and crawling about, some clinging to the witch doctor like insects as others silently fall to the floor. He crushes the flame and the spirits disappear, and he holds out his hand further for a handshake. "Doctor Ortigo. A pleasure, sir." He speaks with a thick southern drawl.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yep." He nods, walking over "Thought yous stopped by today cuz a book showed up downstairs."
"I am... Well. How ... Are.. you?" He asks, nodding happily.
"Hello my son, a pleasure to meet you. I am Father Luciano.' he shakes his hand, bowing his head.
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
It hands over the walkman. It seems well-loved by a previous owner. "What book was it?"
"I... I'm not sure. It's been a while. Nothing has really happened. Work isn't very exciting anymore."
"Ah, another man of faith! A wildly different one, of course, but that don't matter all that much. How're you, Father?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No idea, didn't take a good look at it honestly. Smelled weird." He wrinkles his nose and feels over the walls, looking happier than a kid on Christmas.
He blinks "Is... there anything.. I can do.. to help?" It asks. It sits on the floor before him.
"I am well for the most part and I agree. Everyone has their own faiths and we cannot put one down because they do not hold the same faith we do."
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
"You listen to that or something. I'll check it out." It pats Home on the back and heads for the basement.
He leans against it. "Just you being here is nice."
"Loa, kami, gods, cosmic abominations, they ain't mutually exclusive! All beings are worthy of respect, ain't they?" He chuckles, sitting down.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I shall be right back. Dinner calls me.*
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
*H U N G E R G O D*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I feel like doing a competing mothers thing for Sylvan as the son*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*also, how much time do you think has actually passed canonically in the Lords Rest since its creation?*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*I have no clue. Definitely more than 2 years.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*that’s fair, but it would be funny if it all happened in just a few months. Kind of like the John Wick movies.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!