Theren rubs his eyes. "Dude...identity theft is no joke."
Leo is tightening a bolt on a motor with a wrench. He is covered in grease.
The Demon slowly vanishes, dead. Yosef cleans his hands and slowly puts back on his gloves.
He shrugs, his voice like a calm breeze “I don’t even know your name man, don’t worry, it’s how I meet people.” He shifts into a handsome Air genasi and sits down.
He walks over to provide him with help, give him any tools that are out of reach, wipe his brow, give him water, basic stuff.
They somersault off of a tree branch, landing perfectly on the ground. Looking to the area around them, curious “Why?”
"Names Theren Dotsk. I'm sure there are rumors out there about me."
Leo looks up. "Thanks hermano.."
"It slaughtered children." he says simply.
“There probably are, but haven’t heard any. I lived in a very secluded place though.” He says, rubbing the back of his head.
The man smiles “Least I could do amigo. What are you doin here man?”
They nod “Hmm, sounds like you didn’t like them doing that.”
He sees Theren and Leo side by side, pierced by black rods through their hearts. Phoenix and Nick killed with arrows and swords.
"I do not care about that nonsense. sinners need to be cleansed."
Thirteen’s mouth falls open vacantly, lost in the vision.
“Oh you’re one of those fire and brimstone-type guys? I bet it’s gotta hurt to know that sinners can advance and achieve godly power through further cruelties once they die, then.”
The vision end, throwing him back into reality, not before seeing the Nameless God's smiling face.
"And i'll cleanse them then as well."
“W-well… that didn’t work as hoped…” He gasps, blinking rapidly to try and clear the hideous visage from his sight.
“Gooooooood luck then…” He responds in a singsong voice, looking up at the sky, his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah...you saw them too...didn't you...?"
"Are you implying something, son?"
“I believe I did… hopefully it was no more than a vision of twisted ambitions, and not a twisted future… though I can’t imagine what it could want with the others I saw…”
“Usually I am, but not right now…”
*oh btw what time of day did you want to do Nick and Mauric’s wedding*
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Fair enough. What’s that device you carry? Their tail flicks toward the camera.
“Ohh. Okay…” She gets to her feet and begins carefully stepping over and around the minotaur bodies, her eyes shut tightly so as to not have to see the faces of her old siblings-at-arms.
"My camera? It takes pictures." he holds it out to them.
Home watches, leaning in the doorway.
Who does it take them from?
She continues down the hall, not sure what will happen as she gets closer to the exit.
"It doesn't take them from people. A photo is a picture of a person, object, or scene that is created by a camera using light-sensitive material."
The door is still opened. Home tilts his head "So what were they to you?"
The Seer and The Traitor are both outside the Inn, and they're fighting. Traitor turns invisible often to avoid the Seer's spells, and the Seer in turn keeps dodging and parrying whatever the Traitor throws at her. Neither one is gaining any ground, though it's clear that Traitor is growing more weary as time goes on.
The Tarnished steps in. All spells are instantly shattered. "ENOUGH!" he roars, slamming his sword into the dirt.
The Seer looks over at the Tarnished for a moment, which is just enough for Traitor to finally land a flurry of claws that tears off pieces of desiccated flesh. The two remain locked blade-and-claw in combat, though Seer seems to be enjoying it a lot more than Traitor.
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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)
Theren rubs his eyes. "Dude...identity theft is no joke."
Leo is tightening a bolt on a motor with a wrench. He is covered in grease.
The Demon slowly vanishes, dead. Yosef cleans his hands and slowly puts back on his gloves.
He shrugs, his voice like a calm breeze “I don’t even know your name man, don’t worry, it’s how I meet people.” He shifts into a handsome Air genasi and sits down.
He walks over to provide him with help, give him any tools that are out of reach, wipe his brow, give him water, basic stuff.
They somersault off of a tree branch, landing perfectly on the ground. Looking to the area around them, curious “Why?”
"Names Theren Dotsk. I'm sure there are rumors out there about me."
Leo looks up. "Thanks hermano.."
"It slaughtered children." he says simply.
“There probably are, but haven’t heard any. I lived in a very secluded place though.” He says, rubbing the back of his head.
The man smiles “Least I could do amigo. What are you doin here man?”
They nod “Hmm, sounds like you didn’t like them doing that.”
"Understable. Seclusion is nice."
"finishing a motor for my dragon."
"Clearly."
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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.
Fair enough. What’s that device you carry? Their tail flicks toward the camera.
“Ohh. Okay…” She gets to her feet and begins carefully stepping over and around the minotaur bodies, her eyes shut tightly so as to not have to see the faces of her old siblings-at-arms.
"My camera? It takes pictures." he holds it out to them.
Home watches, leaning in the doorway.
Who does it take them from?
She continues down the hall, not sure what will happen as she gets closer to the exit.
"It doesn't take them from people. A photo is a picture of a person, object, or scene that is created by a camera using light-sensitive material."
The door is still opened. Home tilts his head "So what were they to you?"
…ah.
“Family.” She sighs.
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This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He sees Theren and Leo side by side, pierced by black rods through their hearts. Phoenix and Nick killed with arrows and swords.
"I do not care about that nonsense. sinners need to be cleansed."
Thirteen’s mouth falls open vacantly, lost in the vision.
“Oh you’re one of those fire and brimstone-type guys? I bet it’s gotta hurt to know that sinners can advance and achieve godly power through further cruelties once they die, then.”
The vision end, throwing him back into reality, not before seeing the Nameless God's smiling face.
"And i'll cleanse them then as well."
“W-well… that didn’t work as hoped…” He gasps, blinking rapidly to try and clear the hideous visage from his sight.
“Gooooooood luck then…” He responds in a singsong voice, looking up at the sky, his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah...you saw them too...didn't you...?"
"Are you implying something, son?"
“I believe I did… hopefully it was no more than a vision of twisted ambitions, and not a twisted future… though I can’t imagine what it could want with the others I saw…”
“Usually I am, but not right now…”
*oh btw what time of day did you want to do Nick and Mauric’s wedding*
"Probably wants us all dead mate." he says simply.
Father Yosef narrows his eyes.
*We could start it now*
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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.
*Yerp. Me and a friend are going to be getting it when it comes out for early testing.*
(nice. you want to continue from earlier?)
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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
Fair enough. What’s that device you carry? Their tail flicks toward the camera.
“Ohh. Okay…” She gets to her feet and begins carefully stepping over and around the minotaur bodies, her eyes shut tightly so as to not have to see the faces of her old siblings-at-arms.
"My camera? It takes pictures." he holds it out to them.
Home watches, leaning in the doorway.
Who does it take them from?
She continues down the hall, not sure what will happen as she gets closer to the exit.
"It doesn't take them from people. A photo is a picture of a person, object, or scene that is created by a camera using light-sensitive material."
The door is still opened. Home tilts his head "So what were they to you?"
The Seer and The Traitor are both outside the Inn, and they're fighting. Traitor turns invisible often to avoid the Seer's spells, and the Seer in turn keeps dodging and parrying whatever the Traitor throws at her. Neither one is gaining any ground, though it's clear that Traitor is growing more weary as time goes on.
The Tarnished steps in. All spells are instantly shattered. "ENOUGH!" he roars, slamming his sword into the dirt.
The Seer looks over at the Tarnished for a moment, which is just enough for Traitor to finally land a flurry of claws that tears off pieces of desiccated flesh. The two remain locked blade-and-claw in combat, though Seer seems to be enjoying it a lot more than Traitor.
The Tarnished grabs both of them and yanks them apart. "I said enough." he snarls.
Intimidation: 28
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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.
Theren rubs his eyes. "Dude...identity theft is no joke."
Leo is tightening a bolt on a motor with a wrench. He is covered in grease.
The Demon slowly vanishes, dead. Yosef cleans his hands and slowly puts back on his gloves.
He shrugs, his voice like a calm breeze “I don’t even know your name man, don’t worry, it’s how I meet people.” He shifts into a handsome Air genasi and sits down.
He walks over to provide him with help, give him any tools that are out of reach, wipe his brow, give him water, basic stuff.
They somersault off of a tree branch, landing perfectly on the ground. Looking to the area around them, curious “Why?”
"Names Theren Dotsk. I'm sure there are rumors out there about me."
Leo looks up. "Thanks hermano.."
"It slaughtered children." he says simply.
“There probably are, but haven’t heard any. I lived in a very secluded place though.” He says, rubbing the back of his head.
The man smiles “Least I could do amigo. What are you doin here man?”
They nod “Hmm, sounds like you didn’t like them doing that.”
"Understable. Seclusion is nice."
"finishing a motor for my dragon."
"Clearly."
“It really was, boring though. What ya doin there?”
He tilts his head, before holding out a hand to dap him up real quick “That’s awesome dude.”
Theren rubs his eyes. "Dude...identity theft is no joke."
Leo is tightening a bolt on a motor with a wrench. He is covered in grease.
The Demon slowly vanishes, dead. Yosef cleans his hands and slowly puts back on his gloves.
He shrugs, his voice like a calm breeze “I don’t even know your name man, don’t worry, it’s how I meet people.” He shifts into a handsome Air genasi and sits down.
He walks over to provide him with help, give him any tools that are out of reach, wipe his brow, give him water, basic stuff.
They somersault off of a tree branch, landing perfectly on the ground. Looking to the area around them, curious “Why?”
"Names Theren Dotsk. I'm sure there are rumors out there about me."
Leo looks up. "Thanks hermano.."
"It slaughtered children." he says simply.
“There probably are, but haven’t heard any. I lived in a very secluded place though.” He says, rubbing the back of his head.
The man smiles “Least I could do amigo. What are you doin here man?”
They nod “Hmm, sounds like you didn’t like them doing that.”
"Understable. Seclusion is nice."
"finishing a motor for my dragon."
"Clearly."
“It really was, boring though. What ya doin there?”
He tilts his head, before holding out a hand to dap him up real quick “That’s awesome dude.”
Their eyes dilate “Really? I wouldn’t say so.”
'trying to converse with some dead friends."
Leo fists bumps him with a greasy hand. "Thanks."
"The Demon needed to die." he says, tightening his gloves.
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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.
(I like how thug is one of the titles you can choose. Like they have all these cool fantasy and modern titles such as swashbuckler and gunner but then you just have thug)
He sees Theren and Leo side by side, pierced by black rods through their hearts. Phoenix and Nick killed with arrows and swords.
"I do not care about that nonsense. sinners need to be cleansed."
Thirteen’s mouth falls open vacantly, lost in the vision.
“Oh you’re one of those fire and brimstone-type guys? I bet it’s gotta hurt to know that sinners can advance and achieve godly power through further cruelties once they die, then.”
The vision end, throwing him back into reality, not before seeing the Nameless God's smiling face.
"And i'll cleanse them then as well."
“W-well… that didn’t work as hoped…” He gasps, blinking rapidly to try and clear the hideous visage from his sight.
“Gooooooood luck then…” He responds in a singsong voice, looking up at the sky, his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah...you saw them too...didn't you...?"
"Are you implying something, son?"
“I believe I did… hopefully it was no more than a vision of twisted ambitions, and not a twisted future… though I can’t imagine what it could want with the others I saw…”
“Usually I am, but not right now…”
*oh btw what time of day did you want to do Nick and Mauric’s wedding*
"Probably wants us all dead mate." he says simply.
Father Yosef narrows his eyes.
*We could start it now*
*i may have to leave soon so idk if that’d work*
“But why them specifically…?” He muses. “Regardless… we need to get to the bottom of this interference. The Nameless God could well be holding the souls of your friends hostage.”
Riotan’s grin widens, exposing his fang sheaths.
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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.
Theren rubs his eyes. "Dude...identity theft is no joke."
Leo is tightening a bolt on a motor with a wrench. He is covered in grease.
The Demon slowly vanishes, dead. Yosef cleans his hands and slowly puts back on his gloves.
He shrugs, his voice like a calm breeze “I don’t even know your name man, don’t worry, it’s how I meet people.” He shifts into a handsome Air genasi and sits down.
He walks over to provide him with help, give him any tools that are out of reach, wipe his brow, give him water, basic stuff.
They somersault off of a tree branch, landing perfectly on the ground. Looking to the area around them, curious “Why?”
"Names Theren Dotsk. I'm sure there are rumors out there about me."
Leo looks up. "Thanks hermano.."
"It slaughtered children." he says simply.
“There probably are, but haven’t heard any. I lived in a very secluded place though.” He says, rubbing the back of his head.
The man smiles “Least I could do amigo. What are you doin here man?”
They nod “Hmm, sounds like you didn’t like them doing that.”
"Understable. Seclusion is nice."
"finishing a motor for my dragon."
"Clearly."
“It really was, boring though. What ya doin there?”
He tilts his head, before holding out a hand to dap him up real quick “That’s awesome dude.”
Their eyes dilate “Really? I wouldn’t say so.”
'trying to converse with some dead friends."
Leo fists bumps him with a greasy hand. "Thanks."
"The Demon needed to die." he says, tightening his gloves.
He tilts his head “Do you want any help with that? Or are you just…”
He towels off both of their hands “How long is this going to take? I’ve got a wedding to get to soon. Sorry about that.”
“Is that true? Does anyone truly need to die? Or is your holier than thouness an excuse for your murder.”
Fair enough. What’s that device you carry? Their tail flicks toward the camera.
“Ohh. Okay…” She gets to her feet and begins carefully stepping over and around the minotaur bodies, her eyes shut tightly so as to not have to see the faces of her old siblings-at-arms.
"My camera? It takes pictures." he holds it out to them.
Home watches, leaning in the doorway.
Who does it take them from?
She continues down the hall, not sure what will happen as she gets closer to the exit.
"It doesn't take them from people. A photo is a picture of a person, object, or scene that is created by a camera using light-sensitive material."
The door is still opened. Home tilts his head "So what were they to you?"
…ah.
“Family.” She sighs.
"Confusing?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Ooooh, I feel that." He chuckles.
Very.
“Do you?” She asks, her voice softer than normal. “If you’re still living, I don’t think you do.”
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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 sees Theren and Leo side by side, pierced by black rods through their hearts. Phoenix and Nick killed with arrows and swords.
"I do not care about that nonsense. sinners need to be cleansed."
Thirteen’s mouth falls open vacantly, lost in the vision.
“Oh you’re one of those fire and brimstone-type guys? I bet it’s gotta hurt to know that sinners can advance and achieve godly power through further cruelties once they die, then.”
The vision end, throwing him back into reality, not before seeing the Nameless God's smiling face.
"And i'll cleanse them then as well."
“W-well… that didn’t work as hoped…” He gasps, blinking rapidly to try and clear the hideous visage from his sight.
“Gooooooood luck then…” He responds in a singsong voice, looking up at the sky, his hands in his pockets.
"Yeah...you saw them too...didn't you...?"
"Are you implying something, son?"
“I believe I did… hopefully it was no more than a vision of twisted ambitions, and not a twisted future… though I can’t imagine what it could want with the others I saw…”
“Usually I am, but not right now…”
*oh btw what time of day did you want to do Nick and Mauric’s wedding*
"Probably wants us all dead mate." he says simply.
Father Yosef narrows his eyes.
*We could start it now*
*i may have to leave soon so idk if that’d work*
“But why them specifically…?” He muses. “Regardless… we need to get to the bottom of this interference. The Nameless God could well be holding the souls of your friends hostage.”
Riotan’s grin widens, exposing his fang sheaths.
*ok. We could postpone until 1ish CST?*
"Or just not allowing contact." Theren says, looking over at his two short swords.
'fangs...interesting..."
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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.
“There probably are, but haven’t heard any. I lived in a very secluded place though.” He says, rubbing the back of his head.
The man smiles “Least I could do amigo. What are you doin here man?”
They nod “Hmm, sounds like you didn’t like them doing that.”
“I believe I did… hopefully it was no more than a vision of twisted ambitions, and not a twisted future… though I can’t imagine what it could want with the others I saw…”
“Usually I am, but not right now…”
*oh btw what time of day did you want to do Nick and Mauric’s wedding*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"It doesn't take them from people. A photo is a picture of a person, object, or scene that is created by a camera using light-sensitive material."
The door is still opened. Home tilts his head "So what were they to you?"
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
The Seer looks over at the Tarnished for a moment, which is just enough for Traitor to finally land a flurry of claws that tears off pieces of desiccated flesh. The two remain locked blade-and-claw in combat, though Seer seems to be enjoying it a lot more than Traitor.
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)
"Understable. Seclusion is nice."
"finishing a motor for my dragon."
"Clearly."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Yerp. Me and a friend are going to be getting it when it comes out for early testing.*
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
…ah.
“Family.” She sighs.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Probably wants us all dead mate." he says simply.
Father Yosef narrows his eyes.
*We could start it now*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(nice. you want to continue from earlier?)
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
"Confusing?" He asks, tilting his head.
"Ooooh, I feel that." He chuckles.
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
The Tarnished grabs both of them and yanks them apart. "I said enough." he snarls.
Intimidation: 28
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“It really was, boring though. What ya doin there?”
He tilts his head, before holding out a hand to dap him up real quick “That’s awesome dude.”
Their eyes dilate “Really? I wouldn’t say so.”
'trying to converse with some dead friends."
Leo fists bumps him with a greasy hand. "Thanks."
"The Demon needed to die." he says, tightening his gloves.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*If the Nick & Mauric wedding is happening now, you’ve got to know the Celestial gym bro is dating, anyway, time for things to get really sad ig.*
(I like how thug is one of the titles you can choose. Like they have all these cool fantasy and modern titles such as swashbuckler and gunner but then you just have thug)
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*i may have to leave soon so idk if that’d work*
“But why them specifically…?” He muses. “Regardless… we need to get to the bottom of this interference. The Nameless God could well be holding the souls of your friends hostage.”
Riotan’s grin widens, exposing his fang sheaths.
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 tilts his head “Do you want any help with that? Or are you just…”
He towels off both of their hands “How long is this going to take? I’ve got a wedding to get to soon. Sorry about that.”
“Is that true? Does anyone truly need to die? Or is your holier than thouness an excuse for your murder.”
Very.
“Do you?” She asks, her voice softer than normal. “If you’re still living, I don’t think you do.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ok. We could postpone until 1ish CST?*
"Or just not allowing contact." Theren says, looking over at his two short swords.
'fangs...interesting..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Wdym sad?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.