Aesir raises his eyebrow suspicously and says "Then could he just teleport me across the world?"
"If you want him to, sure, but he'll ask something of you in return." He says, closing his eyes once more.
"What does he ask of you then and what would I have to give up in exchange for his help?"
"Well he asks for different things depending on the job. Right now he just wants me to pay for the sushi and let him have some."
"How did you even befriend move anyways shen I'm sure it is a interesting story to tell"
"Oh well... I haven't told you exactly what I do have I? I, along with the rest of Union, prevent the world from being destroyed by concepts like Move. Some are more hostile, like Clothes or Burn."
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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.'
He smiles "Well I hope you get what you're looking for."
"I'm here to kill someone. So its not happy business."
*Sorry. was doing a test*
*It's good man, do big.*
"Ah, just make sure not to kill the wrong person, there are people here far stronger than you."
"You don't know my own strength. How can you say that there are people stronger than me here?"
"Because, anyone who takes jobs that require killing people, definitely aren't the strongest around here. I'm likely stronger than you." He says, getting back to working "Just a warning, I'd take it if I were you."
"That logic makes zero sense. If you're hired to kill someone you'd have to be strong and skilled. Therefore your logic is flawed."
"If you are strong you wouldn't need a job like that in the first place. There is a difference between strong and the strongest around."
"They send us on random missions. The Anbu Black Ops is the best of the best. And this man is in our Bingo Book."
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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.
He uncorks the bottle for her, releasing the pressure little by little to keep it from fizzing over. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Traitor." He bows. "You seem to be a little scratched up. Would you like me to help with that? I'm very good at both healing and warding, so I can keep you from getting hurt in the future, too."
They place a claw on her shoulder. "It's going to be okay. What did you trade for the blueprint? Maybe I can get it back for you."
She looks at her wounds- some still shimmering an inky black with aberrant blood. "Yes, thank you. I tried to bandage them up myself, but- well..." She gestures to the claws with her free hand, taking a sip of the soda.
"Everything except for T-FM and my ability to make art. I didn't think they'd close the deal right then and there..."
"Cool! This won't hurt a bit, assuming the wounds were cleaned properly." He takes her claw and says a prayer. She regains 19 HP, and Felix begins taking out hot meals from his cooler. Stone cheese (rich in minerals due to its unique fermentation method) with primordial fruit slices, roast roc, deep-fried kraken bits, all sorts of goodies. "These will make you stronger for a while."
They sigh and shake their head. "You may have made a mistake, but I'm sure it was an honest one. There's a way out of this, but I don't know what it is."
The worst of her wounds close from the healing magic, her bronze armor knitting itself back together as well as though it too was a part of her body. Traitor's glowing light 'eyes' gradually widen as more and more things are produced from the cooler. "W- Wow, thank you so much! I don't think I have the appetite eat all of this, though. Still, many thanks." She takes the offered cheese, fruit slices, and kraken, and that is all.
After a second of silence, she suddenly looks up. "Wait... Wait! I don't think I ever agreed to the price! They just said 'deal' and acted like that was that!"
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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)
Aesir raises his eyebrow suspicously and says "Then could he just teleport me across the world?"
"If you want him to, sure, but he'll ask something of you in return." He says, closing his eyes once more.
"What does he ask of you then and what would I have to give up in exchange for his help?"
"Well he asks for different things depending on the job. Right now he just wants me to pay for the sushi and let him have some."
"How did you even befriend move anyways shen I'm sure it is a interesting story to tell"
"Oh well... I haven't told you exactly what I do have I? I, along with the rest of Union, prevent the world from being destroyed by concepts like Move. Some are more hostile, like Clothes or Burn."
"How exactly do you prevent an idea from destroying the world?"
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
*Basically, depending on which option he chooses when he doles them out, you can sacrifice 2d4 temporary HP in order to A: gain that much AC until the start of your next turn as a reaction to being attacked, or B: add that much to an ability check.*
Felix waddles over and sits down beside him, offering a stick of nicotine gum. "You doing alright, man?"
*Hmm, although that depends on chance, being able to increase your own AC seems like a very powerful ability, if you get lucky and roll high you can have +8 to Ac, and considering how tanky he is already that could be very, very good. Though that's just coming from a DND novice.*
He takes the stick of gum, extinguishing his cigarette and beginning to chew softly "I don't know anymore. Are ya interested in hearin' my story?"
*I didn't come up with the feature, but thanks!*
His ears perk up. "Of course!" He reaches into his pack and pulls out a pastry tower with treats on it, somehow undisturbed by any jostling they must have experienced in the backpack. He also pulls out a soda for each of them. "In case you need something to wet your whistle during your story."
He nods, a soft smile at Felix "You might need a bit of context. I come from somewhere real far from here. The place I'm from ain't got no real name, but everyone just calls it Gnarly desert, on account of how few people end up survivin without bein real gnarly. The desert winds and storms are fueled by wild magic, makin' em more dangerous than any other I've been to. I was, for a long time, alone tryin to survive there, til I came across a town I can't even remember the name of. There was the rest of the crew, the people who for a long time I couldn't consider nothin but family. We would go on heist for water around the richer cities who protected themselves from the deserts with magic, givin back to the poor towns who would give to us." He takes a second to stop, drinking some of the soda in big gulps.
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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.'
"Cool! This won't hurt a bit, assuming the wounds were cleaned properly." He takes her claw and says a prayer. She regains 19 HP, and Felix begins taking out hot meals from his cooler. Stone cheese (rich in minerals due to its unique fermentation method) with primordial fruit slices, roast roc, deep-fried kraken bits, all sorts of goodies. "These will make you stronger for a while."
They sigh and shake their head. "You may have made a mistake, but I'm sure it was an honest one. There's a way out of this, but I don't know what it is."
The worst of her wounds close from the healing magic, her bronze armor knitting itself back together as well as though it too was a part of her body. Traitor's glowing light 'eyes' gradually widen as more and more things are produced from the cooler. "W- Wow, thank you so much! I don't think I have the appetite eat all of this, though. Still, many thanks." She takes the offered cheese, fruit slices, and kraken, and that is all.
After a second of silence, she suddenly looks up. "Wait... Wait! I don't think I ever agreed to the price! They just said 'deal' and acted like that was that!"
"Just eat what you can, please. I don't want you to get sick." As she eats, she gains 40 temporary hit points and can, as a reaction to being attacked, increase her AC by 2d4 until the start of her next turn, but she sacrifices temporary HP equal to the number rolled.
They tap their chin. "That could be your ticket out of this. That could work!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Aesir raises his eyebrow suspicously and says "Then could he just teleport me across the world?"
"If you want him to, sure, but he'll ask something of you in return." He says, closing his eyes once more.
"What does he ask of you then and what would I have to give up in exchange for his help?"
"Well he asks for different things depending on the job. Right now he just wants me to pay for the sushi and let him have some."
"How did you even befriend move anyways shen I'm sure it is a interesting story to tell"
"Oh well... I haven't told you exactly what I do have I? I, along with the rest of Union, prevent the world from being destroyed by concepts like Move. Some are more hostile, like Clothes or Burn."
"How exactly do you prevent an idea from destroying the world?"
"The ideas are concepts, concepts that take physical form." Suddenly, what appears to be a large purple monster appears through a crack in space, sharp fangs and claws, holding a tray of sushi "Say hello to Move."
Aesir raises his eyebrow suspicously and says "Then could he just teleport me across the world?"
"If you want him to, sure, but he'll ask something of you in return." He says, closing his eyes once more.
"What does he ask of you then and what would I have to give up in exchange for his help?"
"Well he asks for different things depending on the job. Right now he just wants me to pay for the sushi and let him have some."
"How did you even befriend move anyways shen I'm sure it is a interesting story to tell"
"Oh well... I haven't told you exactly what I do have I? I, along with the rest of Union, prevent the world from being destroyed by concepts like Move. Some are more hostile, like Clothes or Burn."
"How exactly do you prevent an idea from destroying the world?"
"The ideas are concepts, concepts that take physical form." Suddenly, what appears to be a large purple monster appears through a crack in space, sharp fangs and claws, holding a tray of sushi "Say hello to move."
"....hi move so are concepts in a way deities and would lycanthropy be a concept?"
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
His ears perk up. "Of course!" He reaches into his pack and pulls out a pastry tower with treats on it, somehow undisturbed by any jostling they must have experienced in the backpack. He also pulls out a soda for each of them. "In case you need something to wet your whistle during your story."
He nods, a soft smile at Felix "You might need a bit of context. I come from somewhere real far from here. The place I'm from ain't got no real name, but everyone just calls it Gnarly desert, on account of how few people end up survivin without bein real gnarly. The desert winds and storms are fueled by wild magic, makin' em more dangerous than any other I've been to. I was, for a long time, alone tryin to survive there, til I came across a town I can't even remember the name of. There was the rest of the crew, the people who for a long time I couldn't consider nothin but family. We would go on heist for water around the richer cities who protected themselves from the deserts with magic, givin back to the poor towns who would give to us." He takes a second to stop, drinking some of the soda in big gulps.
Felix watches him with big, enraptured eyes, like a child hearing a storybook from their parents. "Wow. I'm from a sort of opposite place. Freezing cold year-round, but we had heat from a volcano to keep us warm. We drilled for the lava to power our homes, and we hired giants to keep us safe from the monsters that dwelled outside. We had everything we needed, but it was stagnant and slow, a culture frozen in time."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I'm oki :3*
Theres a large featureless creature behind him, the only thing discernable being a mouth
"Oh well... I haven't told you exactly what I do have I? I, along with the rest of Union, prevent the world from being destroyed by concepts like Move. Some are more hostile, like Clothes or Burn."
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.)
"They send us on random missions. The Anbu Black Ops is the best of the best. And this man is in our Bingo Book."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Dyn leaps backwards, landing on the ground about 25 feet away. "What are you?" he says, drawing his sword
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The worst of her wounds close from the healing magic, her bronze armor knitting itself back together as well as though it too was a part of her body. Traitor's glowing light 'eyes' gradually widen as more and more things are produced from the cooler. "W- Wow, thank you so much! I don't think I have the appetite eat all of this, though. Still, many thanks." She takes the offered cheese, fruit slices, and kraken, and that is all.
After a second of silence, she suddenly looks up. "Wait... Wait! I don't think I ever agreed to the price! They just said 'deal' and acted like that was that!"
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)
"How exactly do you prevent an idea from destroying the world?"
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
He nods, a soft smile at Felix "You might need a bit of context. I come from somewhere real far from here. The place I'm from ain't got no real name, but everyone just calls it Gnarly desert, on account of how few people end up survivin without bein real gnarly. The desert winds and storms are fueled by wild magic, makin' em more dangerous than any other I've been to. I was, for a long time, alone tryin to survive there, til I came across a town I can't even remember the name of. There was the rest of the crew, the people who for a long time I couldn't consider nothin but family. We would go on heist for water around the richer cities who protected themselves from the deserts with magic, givin back to the poor towns who would give to us." He takes a second to stop, drinking some of the soda in big gulps.
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.)
The creature moves forward a bit, tilting it's 'head' before speaking in a woman's voice, tho it's choppy and seems stitched together, "What are you?"
*NARUTO?!?!*
"Really the best of the best you say? You really haven't been here. Try and kill me, do your best."
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.)
"Just eat what you can, please. I don't want you to get sick." As she eats, she gains 40 temporary hit points and can, as a reaction to being attacked, increase her AC by 2d4 until the start of her next turn, but she sacrifices temporary HP equal to the number rolled.
They tap their chin. "That could be your ticket out of this. That could work!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The ideas are concepts, concepts that take physical form." Suddenly, what appears to be a large purple monster appears through a crack in space, sharp fangs and claws, holding a tray of sushi "Say hello to Move."
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 move so are concepts in a way deities and would lycanthropy be a concept?"
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
"I asked you first."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Well yes. Im basing him loosely off of Shisui Uchiha.*
He tilts his head. "You aren't my target."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"MI...rror." It says after a moment in a different voice
(good to hear :> )
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
"You mimic those you've met." he says.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix watches him with big, enraptured eyes, like a child hearing a storybook from their parents. "Wow. I'm from a sort of opposite place. Freezing cold year-round, but we had heat from a volcano to keep us warm. We drilled for the lava to power our homes, and we hired giants to keep us safe from the monsters that dwelled outside. We had everything we needed, but it was stagnant and slow, a culture frozen in time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*How are you? ^^*