*Well, looks like with the support from all of you I’m not leaving dnd. Also, don’t any of yall compare me to Nothic, I could never hope to be a fraction of the legend he is. Anyway, anybody want to role play for a bit?*
*shore*
*Who do you want to deal with?*
*Shen, Hellion, and uhh Damian*
*Given without issue.*
Shen is practicing his martial arts with a spectral version of what is assumed to be his assistant, deftly blocking and parrying strikes as they come, a calm smile on his face.
The Hellion is doing what she always is, training for the day when she must fight for her life, she’s lives through it before, and this time she will be able to fight, and not just run.
Damian is just chillin in the tavern, living his best life, still suffering from alcohol withdrawal, but moving through the symptoms by sheer force of will.
Mauric watches from a rooftop (one of his favorite kinds of locations) with interest.
Riotan is working on sewing together his makeshift marilith carcass not far away.
Thirteen sits close by, poring over Vecnic writs.
He seems to always know which direction the projection will swing, countering accordingly, his fighting style mainly focused on defense, although it does have some power to it.
A javelin flies past his head, thrown by the Hellion, not meaning to aim for him, missing their actual target.
Damian places a drink at his table, smiling at Thirteen.
Mauric clambers down from the roof, still watching.
Riotan catches it and flings it to the side. “If you make me get the sigil wrong I’m gonna be real upset, you know.”
“Ah, hello my dear lad.” Thirteen says, looking up and smiling. “How’s your evening going?”
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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.
X hears the drifting voice of that nightmare entity once more. "Impressive work, Xavier. Not exactly nightmare-inducing on its own, but certainly anger-inducing. Haven't had something with that flavor for a while."
He adjusts his blindfold, smiling softly. "I hated that garden, too many pretty things."
"Pretty things can reduce local stress levels phenomenally. Maybe try something less calming, more inspiring for your next target. That will inspire some delicious helplessness and despair, and doesn't that just sound nice?"
Damian struggles weakly, already exhausted “Hey, I was training here, why do I have to go home. I need to stay sharp.”
“Your mother must have had absolutely exquisite eyes, not that mine are half as nice. Yours are quite pretty though.” He says, giving a friendly smile.
“It’s nothing at all.” He places the bowl in front of them.
"You're coming home, and we're going to take a nap, okay? look at yourself, sweetheart..."
"Thank you. My name is Reese."
"Thank you!" She says, shifting to anthro form to take the bowl
“Honey I’m fine, it’s only been a few hours of practice, all I need is an hour nap at the most.” He is too weak to even slightly resist anymore.
“That is a beautiful name, I am Shen. Nice to meet you.”
He finishes up serving and sits next to her with his own giant bowl.
*What I'm worried about is the possibility that I solved our current problem by worsening your mental health in general. I love you a lot, and I never wanted to get mad at you like that.*
*I know you don't think it was that bad, but that kind of stress can be really damaging to people and friendships.*
*Dont worry, my mental health didn’t get worse because of you, I’ve been feeling kinda empty recently anyway, and having you say these things really is making me feel again.*
her head plonks unceremoniously to the ground and winces, while her body stands up confusedly, dusted with various corpse particulates and chunks of hair
Blork wants to go again
"Well.... interesting."
her body stumbles off the platform and begins looking for the fainted head
The man fades out of existence, and the "Barbershop" speeds off to a random location, leaving blork to fall off of it.
her head plonks unceremoniously to the ground and winces, while her body stands up confusedly, dusted with various corpse particulates and chunks of hair
Blork wants to go again
"Well.... interesting."
her body stumbles off the platform and begins looking for the fainted head
The man fades out of existence, and the "Barbershop" speeds off to a random location, leaving blork to fall off of it.
Ironically, it seems to have served its purpose "well". As felicity reattaches her head, you can see that a rather awkward chunk of her hair is gone and she seems none too pleased
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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)
"Pretty things can reduce local stress levels phenomenally. Maybe try something less calming, more inspiring for your next target. That will inspire some delicious helplessness and despair, and doesn't that just sound nice?"
"what would you suggest? A person of high respect? a store?" he says, playing with his massive spoon.
"Oh, I'd never take that choice away from you. I respect you too much for that." A mechanical chuckle.
*I want to roleplay, I want to have a moment away from my overthinking brain, I want to be happy so here are new characters.*
The Oni Mother is cooking some dumplings, filling each with a beef mixture.
Klaus is completing a kill, making sure to dispose of any incriminating evidence.
Jin is sitting outside the tavern, gambling with a few other people.
Where there are opportunities for risky financial gain, so too will there be Klei. He walks over, seeing if he can get in on the activities.
The Yakuza boss looks up. What Klei can notice first is he has no discernable facial features, no nose, no ears, just a mouth and eyes but those are covered by big round black shades. His skin is a pale grey color. He wears a Hawaiian shirt that has the design of fish swimming around. He looks over and grins, running a hand through his fluffy black hair "Eyyy, new meat?"
*Well, looks like with the support from all of you I’m not leaving dnd. Also, don’t any of yall compare me to Nothic, I could never hope to be a fraction of the legend he is. Anyway, anybody want to role play for a bit?*
*shore*
*Who do you want to deal with?*
*Shen, Hellion, and uhh Damian*
*Given without issue.*
Shen is practicing his martial arts with a spectral version of what is assumed to be his assistant, deftly blocking and parrying strikes as they come, a calm smile on his face.
The Hellion is doing what she always is, training for the day when she must fight for her life, she’s lives through it before, and this time she will be able to fight, and not just run.
Damian is just chillin in the tavern, living his best life, still suffering from alcohol withdrawal, but moving through the symptoms by sheer force of will.
Mauric watches from a rooftop (one of his favorite kinds of locations) with interest.
Riotan is working on sewing together his makeshift marilith carcass not far away.
Thirteen sits close by, poring over Vecnic writs.
He seems to always know which direction the projection will swing, countering accordingly, his fighting style mainly focused on defense, although it does have some power to it.
A javelin flies past his head, thrown by the Hellion, not meaning to aim for him, missing their actual target.
Damian places a drink at his table, smiling at Thirteen.
Mauric clambers down from the roof, still watching.
Riotan catches it and flings it to the side. “If you make me get the sigil wrong I’m gonna be real upset, you know.”
“Ah, hello my dear lad.” Thirteen says, looking up and smiling. “How’s your evening going?”
When Shen looks to them, Mauric suddenly stops half way down, beginning to climb back up rather than down, before being able to move again. Shen seemingly moves them back somehow.
The Hellion shrugs “It wasn’t meant, but it may happen again, I am training, and my accuracy is not perfect right now.” She picks up another javelin.
“I’d say it’s going well, finally at a life I enjoy living, you know?” He says, beginning to make him something to eat.
A small Minka has somehow formed amongst the tree lines. Bamboo has grown rapidly around it, its reedy coloration almost blending in with the walls. The smell of onion, beef, and rice waft out from inside. A woman's humming floats out alongside it.
Lilac, who was prancing about the forest, looking for small game, shifts to an anthro form, knocking gently on the door.
Inside she see's a massive woman. She stands no more than 8'9 with porcelain white skin. Massive deer antlers of white bone grow her forehead. She has long black hair that is tied back in a ponytail. Her limbs are as thick as tree trunks and she is slightly pudgy. She is steaming white rice while a sauce of sorts boils over a fire. Her giant eyes that are pure black watch the pot, stirring it slowly.
Suddenly, she speaks, her voice booming "You're late honey." She ushers her to a massive table and sets her down "Here I am, making a meal for you, and you show up late!'
She gulps softly, confused, but gathers all the table manners she can. "I'm sorry, m-ma'am.... I didn't know you were expecting me here at a certain time..."
*just in case*
"But of course I am! Thinking I wouldn't be here ta give ya a warm meal! Foolish kid!"
*What I'm worried about is the possibility that I solved our current problem by worsening your mental health in general. I love you a lot, and I never wanted to get mad at you like that.*
*I know you don't think it was that bad, but that kind of stress can be really damaging to people and friendships.*
*Dont worry, my mental health didn’t get worse because of you, I’ve been feeling kinda empty recently anyway, and having you say these things really is making me feel again.*
*Important question: feel what?*
*Life, love, hope for a future I might want to live in.*
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Mauric clambers down from the roof, still watching.
Riotan catches it and flings it to the side. “If you make me get the sigil wrong I’m gonna be real upset, you know.”
“Ah, hello my dear lad.” Thirteen says, looking up and smiling. “How’s your evening going?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Pretty things can reduce local stress levels phenomenally. Maybe try something less calming, more inspiring for your next target. That will inspire some delicious helplessness and despair, and doesn't that just sound nice?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Honey I’m fine, it’s only been a few hours of practice, all I need is an hour nap at the most.” He is too weak to even slightly resist anymore.
“That is a beautiful name, I am Shen. Nice to meet you.”
He finishes up serving and sits next to her with his own giant bowl.
*Important question: feel what?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Blork is sad now... =(
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*I want to roleplay, I want to have a moment away from my overthinking brain, I want to be happy so here are new characters.*
The Oni Mother is cooking some dumplings, filling each with a beef mixture.
Klaus is completing a kill, making sure to dispose of any incriminating evidence.
Jin is sitting outside the tavern, gambling with a few other people.
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
Ironically, it seems to have served its purpose "well". As felicity reattaches her head, you can see that a rather awkward chunk of her hair is gone and she seems none too pleased
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)
Where there are opportunities for risky financial gain, so too will there be Klei. He walks over, seeing if he can get in on the activities.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sure.*
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
"Oh, I'd never take that choice away from you. I respect you too much for that." A mechanical chuckle.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Yakuza boss looks up. What Klei can notice first is he has no discernable facial features, no nose, no ears, just a mouth and eyes but those are covered by big round black shades. His skin is a pale grey color. He wears a Hawaiian shirt that has the design of fish swimming around. He looks over and grins, running a hand through his fluffy black hair "Eyyy, new meat?"
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
When Shen looks to them, Mauric suddenly stops half way down, beginning to climb back up rather than down, before being able to move again. Shen seemingly moves them back somehow.
The Hellion shrugs “It wasn’t meant, but it may happen again, I am training, and my accuracy is not perfect right now.” She picks up another javelin.
“I’d say it’s going well, finally at a life I enjoy living, you know?” He says, beginning to make him something to eat.
"But of course I am! Thinking I wouldn't be here ta give ya a warm meal! Foolish kid!"
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
"Oh, you wouldn't like my suggestion, boy, and you most certainly would not like me if I voiced it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Life, love, hope for a future I might want to live in.*