He laughs ‘That’s what they get for taking your tongue. Who are you, I’m C L E M.’
‘C E R B E R U S. I guess some relation to the three headed dog.’
He smiles ‘Not a fan myself, but that’s fun to know. Interesting name.’
‘Thanks. I like yours.’ He watches the sun as it gets closer to sunset. ‘Is there a devil of the sun? My sister mentioned an uncle being the reason I am this, calling him the foul sun.’
He looks to the sun as well, crossing his legs, beginning to speak once more “That I do not know, I don’t know much about much, simple some might say. Your family sounds complex.”
"Cute.." He says, pushing their forehead with a pad. They feel a slight sense of dread."
"Flattery will get you nowhere, except for with me, it will get you probably anything.."
He smiles only wider, beginning to shuffle from foot to foot “Wow, you haven’t even touched me yet and I feel like I’ve made a terrible mistake, fun.”
He quickly walks outside, throwing up some kind of small straw doll from his pouch which grows to human size.
*Wanna continue Salem?*
*bet*
"You're fighting with the wrong God, Seeing as how I don't get physically violent.... Let's see, can I draw it out from you?" He says, appearing behind them, sitting on their shoulders. He grabs their head with his paws, 'hmming' softly.
She follows, chuckling softly. "Wow, what is that?"
He swift attempt to move out of their grasp, surprisingly slippery “Oh a pacifist.” He says, dejected “That’s boring, why won’t you just fight me, just this once, I won’t ask to fight again, I promise.”
The straw dummy turns to her “I’m an evil spirit! But this [gp] won’t let me do any evil!” Antonio nods “Caught him a while back, use him for training and occasionally advice.”
"Alright, i'll do one thing." He says, dashing Infront of them, placing a paw on his chest. Con check, if fail, take 2d4 holy damage.
"Uncle Simon?" She says, tilting her head, an obvious ploy to approach it.
Con save:12
He hops back, taking a combat stance, a smile on his face as his blue eyes begin to shimmer slightly, the air around them becoming blurred, making an ace kick. To hit:14 Damage:8
Claws of straw come from the doll, but Antonio immediately sticks some nails into it, propelled by his hammer “It will kill you if it gets the chance.”
I'd say that fails.
The floating wolf smiles softly, taking the impact of the kick. "Wonderous... you radiate with power..."
She reveals a hidden dagger, whining shortly. "Aaaawwww man, you ruined my plan!" She says, throwing the dagger to whiz by his face.
8
He hops from foot to foot, practically unbothered by the slight bit of damage, smiling “Thanks, my goal is to be the strongest, but looks like I’m not there yet.”
The nails thrum softly as they begin to shutter. When she looks back to Antonio, his eyes are crackling with electricity, and then boom, a huge bolt of lightning falls into the doll, frying it. He then powers back down, rubbing the back of his hair “Sorry.”
He laughs ‘That’s what they get for taking your tongue. Who are you, I’m C L E M.’
‘C E R B E R U S. I guess some relation to the three headed dog.’
He smiles ‘Not a fan myself, but that’s fun to know. Interesting name.’
‘Thanks. I like yours.’ He watches the sun as it gets closer to sunset. ‘Is there a devil of the sun? My sister mentioned an uncle being the reason I am this, calling him the foul sun.’
He looks to the sun as well, crossing his legs, beginning to speak once more “That I do not know, I don’t know much about much, simple some might say. Your family sounds complex.”
Riotan glowers up at you. “So what, I just put it down and waste all that crocodile skin?”
"I will not tell you what to do, little one, but take heed, she will be your damnation."
Rio bursts out laughing. “Heheheheheh, it’s WAY too late for that!”
"Well as long as you're having fun, dear." She says, taking a sip of tea.
“Oh, I’m having fun. My whole life is fun. Absolutely everything is fun.”
"It's good to have a fulfilling life. Would you like me to walk you home?"
“Nah. Nah. You said you wanted to help me work through my issues didn’t you? I got a lot of those aside from being an exotherm.”
"Well, get comfy, dear." She says, hinding him his tea, lying back. "I've a feeling we're going to be here a while.." She sighs, rubbing the bridge of the bridge of her nose, whispering "I would have preferred a degenerate with mother issues.."
Riotan slams the entire beverage down his throat. “Never had a mother or father. Or any family. Just kinda started… being.”
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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.
Iris is in the tent that she and Zephyr had set up, the inside of the tent completely hotboxed. She naps peacefully, purring contently. Her tail flicks about as she lazes about.
Amphrite is back in town, having crawled out of the ocean to provide more oceanic wisdom to those who want it. But for now, the shape shifter is sitting on a rock, gambling with some mermaids.
William is sharpening his knives inside the Red Plate, humming to himself as he does. The Red Plate is closed at moment but he works inside.
He looks to the sun as well, crossing his legs, beginning to speak once more “That I do not know, I don’t know much about much, simple some might say. Your family sounds complex.”
*I am so tired dear lord.*
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
*sleeep*
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 can't.*
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
*Please do me the favor of sleeping.*
*[hug]*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh, I’m having fun. My whole life is fun. Absolutely everything is fun.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
8
He hops from foot to foot, practically unbothered by the slight bit of damage, smiling “Thanks, my goal is to be the strongest, but looks like I’m not there yet.”
The nails thrum softly as they begin to shutter. When she looks back to Antonio, his eyes are crackling with electricity, and then boom, a huge bolt of lightning falls into the doll, frying it. He then powers back down, rubbing the back of his hair “Sorry.”
“Nah. Nah. You said you wanted to help me work through my issues didn’t you? I got a lot of those aside from being an exotherm.”
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 suppose it is.’
*I’ve got to go. See you later.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Riotan slams the entire beverage down his throat. “Never had a mother or father. Or any family. Just kinda started… being.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Iris is in the tent that she and Zephyr had set up, the inside of the tent completely hotboxed. She naps peacefully, purring contently. Her tail flicks about as she lazes about.
Amphrite is back in town, having crawled out of the ocean to provide more oceanic wisdom to those who want it. But for now, the shape shifter is sitting on a rock, gambling with some mermaids.
William is sharpening his knives inside the Red Plate, humming to himself as he does. The Red Plate is closed at moment but he works inside.
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