He hears deep breathing to his left. If he turns to look, it's a titanic being that looks like Felix if he were 13 feet tall, was built like an ogre, had black sclera around his spiral eyes, and was armed with far, far too many teeth in his hungry, drooling mouth. The giant takes a light step onto the man, crushing his ribcage and causing him to scream before a massive fork is plunged into his skull. The monster grins. "William. How nice to see you again." It puts its weight on the man, splattering red over the nearby trees.
William bristles a bit, taking a small step back "Hello. I am afraid you have stepped on the pig I needed." He says, his tone cold.
"Oh, of course that's what you're worried about." It pulls out the fork and takes a couple of steps toward William. "Invincible, unstoppable William. He doesn't need friends. He just needs people to take advantage of. Little people, worthless people, little more than tools, meals, lumps of meat for an insatiable appetite." Its breath steams.
His movements before ridgid, his eyes turning sharp and brutal "I'm afraid I lost a friend I had so what's the point of another." He said, his teeth seeming to grow sharper.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Anybody else want to rp for the time I have before I must eventually go? If so, pick any character you want, any at all, and I will be happy to take the role.*
"Oh, of course that's what you're worried about." It pulls out the fork and takes a couple of steps toward William. "Invincible, unstoppable William. He doesn't need friends. He just needs people to take advantage of. Little people, worthless people, little more than tools, meals, lumps of meat for an insatiable appetite." Its breath steams.
His movements before ridgid, his eyes turning sharp and brutal "I'm afraid I lost a friend I had so what's the point of another." He said, his teeth seeming to grow sharper.
"And whose fault was that, William? Was it his? Or did you abandon him, tell him you wanted nothing to do with him when he had done so much for you? Was he the one who disappeared because he didn't trust you? Was he the one who needed saving over and over?" It leans down close, eyes wide. "I've met r*apists with more integrity than you. You never had the right to come back."
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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.
*Sure. I was thinking of introducing the Polish Juggernaut and the Cleric/Monk. You want those two or would you like someone else?*
*sure*
A man, dressed in thick military-esque fatigues walks into the tavern. He is tall, around 6'3, with his body built like a brick wall. His face is covered with a cloth that is covered on all sides. Eyeholes have been cut from the cloth, a pair of black orbs staring out. He carries a huge blade shaped like a cleaver. He is quite quiet, his movements silent, as he walks to the bar.
Thirteen is going over maps of Avernus at his booth.
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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.
A younger Lutragon has set up a fancy cart by the road. He sells trinkets from many regions of the realm, ranging from knives to cups and little knick-knacks. he wears a coat that covers most of his neck (think Inumaki, JJK) and on his back rests a black stained Bō.
They can hear the sound of very heavy footsteps as someone approaches their little cart. They can see a shadow over them, before the person comes into view, it appears to be a Goliath woman, an athletic build, her eyes have stony grey pupils that match her skin, a soft smile. She wears an elegant dress that doesn’t exactly match her appearance. She leans down, her voice just as soft as anyone would expect, soothing and kind, deeply Southern “Well hello there sweetheart, what business do you have here, if you don’t mind my askin’.” She is wearing a soft black dress, modest with a small pouch to the side.
*I just wanted to be gay...*
He bows to her, paws at his sides. "Hello, Ma'am. I am selling trinkets I pick up on my travels. I buy trinkets from the towns I visit, selling the ones from the previous places to the future ones."
*Very sorry about that, I don’t have many gays unfortunately, do have some lesbians though. Sorry once more.*
She returns the gesture with a curtsy, bemused “Do you mind if I were to take a little bit of a look at what you have?” Despite her appearance every fiber of their being would be telling them they need to get away from this woman immediately.
*Intrigued. adding Lilac, interact if you wish.*
"Of course, anyone may browse my wares, Ma'am."
Lilac has grown accustomed to the taste of warm food, and is sat at a booth in the tavern, eating the newest thing on the menu.
*Doesnt Lilac already have a thing with Clem? Eh, whatever, new character part 2!*
She leans down farther, looking inside the cart, her hands clasped together as she does exactly that.
A small lizard folk woman strides into the tavern. She has a lute on her back, and look of a Wild Western bard, a dagger at her side. She’s wearing tight pants made for getting dirty, a matching shirt and duster. She takes a seat at the bar, ringing up something with that she accidentally say is stolen money, she seems to be young, around her older teenage years or early 20s.
"Oh, of course that's what you're worried about." It pulls out the fork and takes a couple of steps toward William. "Invincible, unstoppable William. He doesn't need friends. He just needs people to take advantage of. Little people, worthless people, little more than tools, meals, lumps of meat for an insatiable appetite." Its breath steams.
His movements before ridgid, his eyes turning sharp and brutal "I'm afraid I lost a friend I had so what's the point of another." He said, his teeth seeming to grow sharper.
"And whose fault was that, William? Was it his? Or did you abandon him, tell him you wanted nothing to do with him when he had done so much for you? Was he the one who disappeared because he didn't trust you? Was he the one who needed saving over and over?" It leans down close, eyes wide. "I've met r*apists with more integrity than you. You never had the right to come back."
"I didn't want him to get hurt because of my (GP)!" He snarls "He deserve better than I ever could give him. He deserves the world and more and dragging him down with me... I couldn't do that." He runs the wound on his neck "If he had never met me... He wouldn't hate me like he does."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Sure. I was thinking of introducing the Polish Juggernaut and the Cleric/Monk. You want those two or would you like someone else?*
*sure*
A man, dressed in thick military-esque fatigues walks into the tavern. He is tall, around 6'3, with his body built like a brick wall. His face is covered with a cloth that is covered on all sides. Eyeholes have been cut from the cloth, a pair of black orbs staring out. He carries a huge blade shaped like a cleaver. He is quite quiet, his movements silent, as he walks to the bar.
Thirteen is going over maps of Avernus at his booth.
The man looks over, tilting his head. His eyes gleam with interest. A wizard? And one with a map no less. He could smell the potential money.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Zephyr has entered the tavern, stumbling over to a seat at the bar. He smells heavy of weed.
Jax is training, lifting weights in the gym
A younger Lutragon has set up a fancy cart by the road. He sells trinkets from many regions of the realm, ranging from knives to cups and little knick-knacks. he wears a coat that covers most of his neck (think Inumaki, JJK) and on his back rests a black stained Bō.
*Is ANYBODY interested in being gay with me?*
*I swear, I do not know what is bringing about these homosexual tendencies.*
*I would but William is Aromantic/Asexual and doesn't really like people. A good handful of my characters are Gay. Uhhhhhh how'd you feel about a Polish Juggernaut who served in the Demon's Blood Wars *
*odd choice, but i'll take it*
A man, dressed in thick military-esque fatigues walks into the tavern. He is tall, around 6'3, with his body built like a brick wall. His face is covered with a cloth that is covered on all sides. Eyeholes have been cut from the cloth, a pair of black orbs staring out. He carries a huge blade shaped like a cleaver. He is quite quiet, his movements silent, as he walks to the bar.
*Idk exactly who, your pick from Zephyr, Jax, and my otter, Lacai* is sat at the bar, reading a book about the scientific art of forging blades.
*I do not know, I am sorry, my brain is icky.*
He sits down, ordering a whiskey.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A younger Lutragon has set up a fancy cart by the road. He sells trinkets from many regions of the realm, ranging from knives to cups and little knick-knacks. he wears a coat that covers most of his neck (think Inumaki, JJK) and on his back rests a black stained Bō.
They can hear the sound of very heavy footsteps as someone approaches their little cart. They can see a shadow over them, before the person comes into view, it appears to be a Goliath woman, an athletic build, her eyes have stony grey pupils that match her skin, a soft smile. She wears an elegant dress that doesn’t exactly match her appearance. She leans down, her voice just as soft as anyone would expect, soothing and kind, deeply Southern “Well hello there sweetheart, what business do you have here, if you don’t mind my askin’.” She is wearing a soft black dress, modest with a small pouch to the side.
*I just wanted to be gay...*
He bows to her, paws at his sides. "Hello, Ma'am. I am selling trinkets I pick up on my travels. I buy trinkets from the towns I visit, selling the ones from the previous places to the future ones."
*Very sorry about that, I don’t have many gays unfortunately, do have some lesbians though. Sorry once more.*
She returns the gesture with a curtsy, bemused “Do you mind if I were to take a little bit of a look at what you have?” Despite her appearance every fiber of their being would be telling them they need to get away from this woman immediately.
*Intrigued. adding Lilac, interact if you wish.*
"Of course, anyone may browse my wares, Ma'am."
Lilac has grown accustomed to the taste of warm food, and is sat at a booth in the tavern, eating the newest thing on the menu.
*Doesnt Lilac already have a thing with Clem? Eh, whatever, new character part 2!*
She leans down farther, looking inside the cart, her hands clasped together as she does exactly that.
A small lizard folk woman strides into the tavern. She has a lute on her back, and look of a Wild Western bard, a dagger at her side. She’s wearing tight pants made for getting dirty, a matching shirt and duster. She takes a seat at the bar, ringing up something with that she accidentally say is stolen money, she seems to be young, around her older teenage years or early 20s.
*she panicked and doesn't know what she likes anymore*
Each object is spiritually tethered to the cart to avoid theft.
"Hiii!" Lilac says as she walks past, walking with her. "Hey, wanna eat with me? I ordered too much!"
*Hmm, so she does like Clem but she doesn’t like Clem? I can work with that.*
They would see that parts of the Cart’s wood turns black when they Goliath gets close, as it is rotting by being near her. She leans back “Would you recommend anything!”
They look down to them, smiling “Sure! I’m always willing to chow down!” Turning on her heel immediately, looking for food.
"And whose fault was that, William? Was it his? Or did you abandon him, tell him you wanted nothing to do with him when he had done so much for you? Was he the one who disappeared because he didn't trust you? Was he the one who needed saving over and over?" It leans down close, eyes wide. "I've met r*apists with more integrity than you. You never had the right to come back."
"I didn't want him to get hurt because of my (GP)!" He snarls "He deserve better than I ever could give him. He deserves the world and more and dragging him down with me... I couldn't do that." He runs the wound on his neck "If he had never met me... He wouldn't hate me like he does."
"Was that your call to make, William?" It asks, its voice suddenly soft. "You met a man of unconditional love and acceptance, and immense power and skill. The one person who could and would help you deal with said (GP). And you decided he wasn't good enough. That his love... wasn't good enough. It hurt, William. You could have saved him from himself the same way he tried to save you. You could have. But your fear, your utter cowardice, kept you from doing anything meaningful. You have potential, but you waste it all on causing hurt. Why? Why, William? You have the power to create, to love, to hold someone close and tell them how much you value them, but you choose over and over again to maim bodies, minds, and souls."
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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.
His movements before ridgid, his eyes turning sharp and brutal "I'm afraid I lost a friend I had so what's the point of another." He said, his teeth seeming to grow sharper.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Aaaaaand i exist* *Viola*
*Anybody else want to rp for the time I have before I must eventually go? If so, pick any character you want, any at all, and I will be happy to take the role.*
"And whose fault was that, William? Was it his? Or did you abandon him, tell him you wanted nothing to do with him when he had done so much for you? Was he the one who disappeared because he didn't trust you? Was he the one who needed saving over and over?" It leans down close, eyes wide. "I've met r*apists with more integrity than you. You never had the right to come back."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Thirteen is going over maps of Avernus at his booth.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Doesnt Lilac already have a thing with Clem? Eh, whatever, new character part 2!*
She leans down farther, looking inside the cart, her hands clasped together as she does exactly that.
A small lizard folk woman strides into the tavern. She has a lute on her back, and look of a Wild Western bard, a dagger at her side. She’s wearing tight pants made for getting dirty, a matching shirt and duster. She takes a seat at the bar, ringing up something with that she accidentally say is stolen money, she seems to be young, around her older teenage years or early 20s.
"I didn't want him to get hurt because of my (GP)!" He snarls "He deserve better than I ever could give him. He deserves the world and more and dragging him down with me... I couldn't do that." He runs the wound on his neck "If he had never met me... He wouldn't hate me like he does."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The man looks over, tilting his head. His eyes gleam with interest. A wizard? And one with a map no less. He could smell the potential money.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*any of y'all wanna rp? :>*
*Sure thing, would you like anyone in particular?*
*Sure!*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I do not know, I am sorry, my brain is icky.*
He sits down, ordering a whiskey.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hmm, so she does like Clem but she doesn’t like Clem? I can work with that.*
They would see that parts of the Cart’s wood turns black when they Goliath gets close, as it is rotting by being near her. She leans back “Would you recommend anything!”
They look down to them, smiling “Sure! I’m always willing to chow down!” Turning on her heel immediately, looking for food.
"Was that your call to make, William?" It asks, its voice suddenly soft. "You met a man of unconditional love and acceptance, and immense power and skill. The one person who could and would help you deal with said (GP). And you decided he wasn't good enough. That his love... wasn't good enough. It hurt, William. You could have saved him from himself the same way he tried to save you. You could have. But your fear, your utter cowardice, kept you from doing anything meaningful. You have potential, but you waste it all on causing hurt. Why? Why, William? You have the power to create, to love, to hold someone close and tell them how much you value them, but you choose over and over again to maim bodies, minds, and souls."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*no particular choice, but thank you ^^*
Constant is reading in the pier, examining a delayed fireball
Mirror is eating in the forest
Tycho is relaxing on the roof of a building
Georgie is sewing a tear on one of his friends