Mauric drags his hands away from his head, panicking slightly. “Oh God… what do we do??”
He tries to take deep breaths, although he's struggling to breath "It's f-fine. Give me some time... I'll just endure it." After a moment, Damian suddenly goes ice cold, and slumps over limply.
“Oh no no no no please tell me you’re not dead again…” Mauric hisses, feeling for a pulse.
A pulse is there this time, although it's incredibly slow, around one beat every 30 seconds, barely still alive.
Mauric casts cure wounds in a third level spell slot. 22 HP restored.
He shoots back up, his heartbeat coming back to full "I told you I had it under control." He says with a start.
“DO YOU??” Mauric looks astounded. “This is gonna get worse and worse, I bet! We need to find a permanent solution to this, not just hope you come back every time!”
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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, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Thirteen is exhausted, wandering around town to find a lead awl for a test that he needs to run.
Mauric is making soup in the inn.
Loriche is rolling her war machine toward the Guilt House.
Riotan is beating up homeless people.
Klei is selling stolen yams.
Amphrite watches from afar, slithering over to Riotan "Why did you cut his time short?"
Home looks out, leaned against the doorframe "Man... That's (GP) cool but I would rather you not decimate the place I'm trapped."
Rio straightens up. “Aww don’t be like that! He’s still alive isn’t he? Just… probably can’t stand for a week or so.”
Loriche is moving the device like a car from the Flintstones. “Aw, I just wanna bust a hole in the wall so you can escape!”
Amphrites body suddenly launches forward. Her sharp teeth dig into his skin, piercing his flesh and throwing hims round like a dog toy. She slams him into a walks and unhooks herself "Listen close now brethren, you disgust me. You cut this man life expectancy down horribly."
The attack barely does anything to him, but he doesn’t really care. He stares back up at Amphitrite, amazed. “Wow. You got guts. And you’re violent. We should talk some more.”
*Sorry, accidently sent it before I finished home's.*
She hisses and goes to the homeless man, helping him up silently.
He looks at her like she's crazy for a moment before raising his hands in the air "Fine! Sure. Maybe Hell will be nice to me."
“If I heal him will you be happy?” He asks her, getting to his feet and clutching the bite.
“Cool.” Loriche races toward the house, slamming the massive implement of destruction into the wall.
"I will heal him." She tilts her head from side to side "I smell the Abyssal stink from deep within you." She turns way and begins to heal him.
Dust suddenly appears but as it settles, the house is still stand, somehow still pristine. Home groans "Well darn."
“Why does everyone here hate demons??? Only reason I hit him was because I have to eat the pain of mortals regularly or I’ll discorporate into [gp]ing fog!”
“Aw, that ain’t the last time I’ll try.” Loriche clambers out of the apparatus. “So how you doing?”
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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.
Mauric drags his hands away from his head, panicking slightly. “Oh God… what do we do??”
He tries to take deep breaths, although he's struggling to breath "It's f-fine. Give me some time... I'll just endure it." After a moment, Damian suddenly goes ice cold, and slumps over limply.
“Oh no no no no please tell me you’re not dead again…” Mauric hisses, feeling for a pulse.
A pulse is there this time, although it's incredibly slow, around one beat every 30 seconds, barely still alive.
Mauric casts cure wounds in a third level spell slot. 22 HP restored.
He shoots back up, his heartbeat coming back to full "I told you I had it under control." He says with a start.
“DO YOU??” Mauric looks astounded. “This is gonna get worse and worse, I bet! We need to find a permanent solution to this, not just hope you come back every time!”
He waves his hand dismissively, still very tired from almost dying "Okay okay, we probably should find a way to fix this. Do you have any ideas?" He tries to stand back up, but can't manage it.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Mauric drags his hands away from his head, panicking slightly. “Oh God… what do we do??”
He tries to take deep breaths, although he's struggling to breath "It's f-fine. Give me some time... I'll just endure it." After a moment, Damian suddenly goes ice cold, and slumps over limply.
“Oh no no no no please tell me you’re not dead again…” Mauric hisses, feeling for a pulse.
A pulse is there this time, although it's incredibly slow, around one beat every 30 seconds, barely still alive.
Mauric casts cure wounds in a third level spell slot. 22 HP restored.
He shoots back up, his heartbeat coming back to full "I told you I had it under control." He says with a start.
“DO YOU??” Mauric looks astounded. “This is gonna get worse and worse, I bet! We need to find a permanent solution to this, not just hope you come back every time!”
He waves his hand dismissively, still very tired from almost dying "Okay okay, we probably should find a way to fix this. Do you have any ideas?" He tries to stand back up, but can't manage it.
“…I don’t know, find some smart guy who knows all about powerful entities and biology and magic and stuff. Know anyone like that?” Mauric goes and takes the pot over to Damian, bringing a spoon with him. “Also, you ought to eat.”
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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.
Mauric drags his hands away from his head, panicking slightly. “Oh God… what do we do??”
He tries to take deep breaths, although he's struggling to breath "It's f-fine. Give me some time... I'll just endure it." After a moment, Damian suddenly goes ice cold, and slumps over limply.
“Oh no no no no please tell me you’re not dead again…” Mauric hisses, feeling for a pulse.
A pulse is there this time, although it's incredibly slow, around one beat every 30 seconds, barely still alive.
Mauric casts cure wounds in a third level spell slot. 22 HP restored.
He shoots back up, his heartbeat coming back to full "I told you I had it under control." He says with a start.
“DO YOU??” Mauric looks astounded. “This is gonna get worse and worse, I bet! We need to find a permanent solution to this, not just hope you come back every time!”
He waves his hand dismissively, still very tired from almost dying "Okay okay, we probably should find a way to fix this. Do you have any ideas?" He tries to stand back up, but can't manage it.
“…I don’t know, find some smart guy who knows all about powerful entities and biology and magic and stuff. Know anyone like that?” Mauric goes and takes the pot over to Damian, bringing a spoon with him. “Also, you ought to eat.”
He takes the spoon, beginning to eat the soup "Thanks Mauric, really. You are too kind man. I'm pretty sure I do, the guy who gave me the god heart, and Thirteen. Maybe one of them can give me some kind of lead." He sighs, his horns spontaneously combusting.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Mauric drags his hands away from his head, panicking slightly. “Oh God… what do we do??”
He tries to take deep breaths, although he's struggling to breath "It's f-fine. Give me some time... I'll just endure it." After a moment, Damian suddenly goes ice cold, and slumps over limply.
“Oh no no no no please tell me you’re not dead again…” Mauric hisses, feeling for a pulse.
A pulse is there this time, although it's incredibly slow, around one beat every 30 seconds, barely still alive.
Mauric casts cure wounds in a third level spell slot. 22 HP restored.
He shoots back up, his heartbeat coming back to full "I told you I had it under control." He says with a start.
“DO YOU??” Mauric looks astounded. “This is gonna get worse and worse, I bet! We need to find a permanent solution to this, not just hope you come back every time!”
He waves his hand dismissively, still very tired from almost dying "Okay okay, we probably should find a way to fix this. Do you have any ideas?" He tries to stand back up, but can't manage it.
“…I don’t know, find some smart guy who knows all about powerful entities and biology and magic and stuff. Know anyone like that?” Mauric goes and takes the pot over to Damian, bringing a spoon with him. “Also, you ought to eat.”
He takes the spoon, beginning to eat the soup "Thanks Mauric, really. You are too kind man. I'm pretty sure I do, the guy who gave me the god heart, and Thirteen. Maybe one of them can give me some kind of lead." He sighs, his horns spontaneously combusting.
“Hold up. Who gave it to 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.
"My Aasimar brother, expert on the celestial realm, mostly anyway."
“What’s his name?”
"Sanviento Alterious. Good guy, solid dude."
“Oh wait he’s your BROTHER? Huh. I didn’t know that. Who’s the other guy?”
He nods, grinning "Took you a sec huh? Yeah, never knew our mom, must have been crazy though. As for Thirteen, he's got a cat that turns itself inside out sometimes, real smart wizard guy. He seems to know at least a little about everything."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
“DO YOU??” Mauric looks astounded. “This is gonna get worse and worse, I bet! We need to find a permanent solution to this, not just hope you come back every time!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*helov ifm am fitedtr*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“Why does everyone here hate demons??? Only reason I hit him was because I have to eat the pain of mortals regularly or I’ll discorporate into [gp]ing fog!”
“Aw, that ain’t the last time I’ll try.” Loriche clambers out of the apparatus. “So how you doing?”
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 waves his hand dismissively, still very tired from almost dying "Okay okay, we probably should find a way to fix this. Do you have any ideas?" He tries to stand back up, but can't manage it.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*No habla*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“…I don’t know, find some smart guy who knows all about powerful entities and biology and magic and stuff. Know anyone like that?” Mauric goes and takes the pot over to Damian, bringing a spoon with him. “Also, you ought to eat.”
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 takes the spoon, beginning to eat the soup "Thanks Mauric, really. You are too kind man. I'm pretty sure I do, the guy who gave me the god heart, and Thirteen. Maybe one of them can give me some kind of lead." He sighs, his horns spontaneously combusting.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*good hellos peeps*
“Hold up. Who gave it to 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.
*salutations*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Hoi Jobah*
*how you doin*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Meh, surviving*
"My Aasimar brother, expert on the celestial realm, mostly anyway."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Hello dear friend Alaric.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“What’s his name?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Sanviento Alterious. Good guy, solid dude."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Oh wait he’s your BROTHER? Huh. I didn’t know that. Who’s the other guy?”
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 nods, grinning "Took you a sec huh? Yeah, never knew our mom, must have been crazy though. As for Thirteen, he's got a cat that turns itself inside out sometimes, real smart wizard guy. He seems to know at least a little about everything."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Hi jester*