"Don't even think about it." he snarls, pressing the blade closer
"Then I would suggest you let me go, it's not very friendly talking this way." He grunts, the blade pushed against the fabric, sticking next to his flesh.
"Then you should've thought twice about stalking." he says, letting him go and shoving him forward. "The Anbu Black Ops don't take kindly to that."
He quickly steadies his steps "I don't think the Anbu care as much as you do." He says, turning to them, "I assume you're here to kill someone then?"
"Yep. Zen Farfield. Wanted for accounts of burglary and manslaughter." he says, sheathing his sword
He puts away his own small katana, which he unsheathed while Dyn was focusing on his other hand "It seems you wouldn't need my help, though I would with nothing better to do."
"I'd love help. He's been alluding me this whole time." he grumbles. "also you speak as if you know the Anbu."
"Black ops organization. The village hidden in the leaves right?" He says, suddenly holding a Tetsubo over his shoulders in one hand.
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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.'
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Dyn walks up to them. "Sorry to bother but I have a question for you."
"Fire away, stranger." He replies without turning around.
He pulls out a small leather bound book and opens it to show a drawing of a man with light brown hair and grey eyes. "Just curious if you've seen this man anywhere. Or if you've seen someone with a black mask with a red handprint on it?"
"Sorry, sir, but I've been here the best part of a day. I haven't seen your man." The dragonborn replies apologetically. "My name's Tearthorn, by the way."
"Dyn." he says, extending a gloved hand.
Tearthorn shakes it. "A pleasure, Dyn. What is your business?"
"Killing or capturing that man. Probably gonna end up killing him. he's too much of a liability to keep alive."
"Ah. Hitman, eh?" He chuckles, as if he finds the idea of someone getting hired to kill someone else silly. "I'm a... let's go with traveller and leave it at that."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"Don't even think about it." he snarls, pressing the blade closer
"Then I would suggest you let me go, it's not very friendly talking this way." He grunts, the blade pushed against the fabric, sticking next to his flesh.
"Then you should've thought twice about stalking." he says, letting him go and shoving him forward. "The Anbu Black Ops don't take kindly to that."
He quickly steadies his steps "I don't think the Anbu care as much as you do." He says, turning to them, "I assume you're here to kill someone then?"
"Yep. Zen Farfield. Wanted for accounts of burglary and manslaughter." he says, sheathing his sword
He puts away his own small katana, which he unsheathed while Dyn was focusing on his other hand "It seems you wouldn't need my help, though I would with nothing better to do."
"I'd love help. He's been alluding me this whole time." he grumbles. "also you speak as if you know the Anbu."
"Black ops organization. The village hidden in the leaves right?" He says, suddenly holding a Tetsubo over his shoulders in one hand.
Dyn nods, eyes the weapon. "I take it your from one of the other villages."
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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 bows to them. "Hello there! I'm preparing for Thanksgiving right now. Practicing, you know?" He presses some more pulverized flesh to the monument of sin.
*NO BAALZE, DON'T LEAVE ME!!!*
She reaches into her pouch, pulling out some rare seasoning only found in the Gnarly Desert, mainly spices, holding them out "Well hello sweetheart, you may want to use these if you want anythin' spicy." Her voice is very Southern.
He takes them. "Hey, thanks! What do I owe ya?" He gives them a little taste. Straight.
Dyn walks up to them. "Sorry to bother but I have a question for you."
"Fire away, stranger." He replies without turning around.
He pulls out a small leather bound book and opens it to show a drawing of a man with light brown hair and grey eyes. "Just curious if you've seen this man anywhere. Or if you've seen someone with a black mask with a red handprint on it?"
"Sorry, sir, but I've been here the best part of a day. I haven't seen your man." The dragonborn replies apologetically. "My name's Tearthorn, by the way."
"Dyn." he says, extending a gloved hand.
Tearthorn shakes it. "A pleasure, Dyn. What is your business?"
"Killing or capturing that man. Probably gonna end up killing him. he's too much of a liability to keep alive."
"Ah. Hitman, eh?" He chuckles, as if he finds the idea of someone getting hired to kill someone else silly. "I'm a... let's go with traveller and leave it at that."
"Not a hitman. Those are weak minded fools. I'm part of an organization called the Anbu Black Ops. Best of the best ninja around."
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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.
"Don't even think about it." he snarls, pressing the blade closer
"Then I would suggest you let me go, it's not very friendly talking this way." He grunts, the blade pushed against the fabric, sticking next to his flesh.
"Then you should've thought twice about stalking." he says, letting him go and shoving him forward. "The Anbu Black Ops don't take kindly to that."
He quickly steadies his steps "I don't think the Anbu care as much as you do." He says, turning to them, "I assume you're here to kill someone then?"
"Yep. Zen Farfield. Wanted for accounts of burglary and manslaughter." he says, sheathing his sword
He puts away his own small katana, which he unsheathed while Dyn was focusing on his other hand "It seems you wouldn't need my help, though I would with nothing better to do."
"I'd love help. He's been alluding me this whole time." he grumbles. "also you speak as if you know the Anbu."
"Black ops organization. The village hidden in the leaves right?" He says, suddenly holding a Tetsubo over his shoulders in one hand.
Dyn nods, eyes the weapon. "I take it your from one of the other villages."
"...You could say that. I'll help find Zen, do you have any leads?"
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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.'
"Don't even think about it." he snarls, pressing the blade closer
"Then I would suggest you let me go, it's not very friendly talking this way." He grunts, the blade pushed against the fabric, sticking next to his flesh.
"Then you should've thought twice about stalking." he says, letting him go and shoving him forward. "The Anbu Black Ops don't take kindly to that."
He quickly steadies his steps "I don't think the Anbu care as much as you do." He says, turning to them, "I assume you're here to kill someone then?"
"Yep. Zen Farfield. Wanted for accounts of burglary and manslaughter." he says, sheathing his sword
He puts away his own small katana, which he unsheathed while Dyn was focusing on his other hand "It seems you wouldn't need my help, though I would with nothing better to do."
"I'd love help. He's been alluding me this whole time." he grumbles. "also you speak as if you know the Anbu."
"Black ops organization. The village hidden in the leaves right?" He says, suddenly holding a Tetsubo over his shoulders in one hand.
Dyn nods, eyes the weapon. "I take it your from one of the other villages."
"...You could say that. I'll help find Zen, do you have any leads?"
"Rouge ninja?" he asks. "No leads. Found his old campsite though."
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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 bows to them. "Hello there! I'm preparing for Thanksgiving right now. Practicing, you know?" He presses some more pulverized flesh to the monument of sin.
*NO BAALZE, DON'T LEAVE ME!!!*
She reaches into her pouch, pulling out some rare seasoning only found in the Gnarly Desert, mainly spices, holding them out "Well hello sweetheart, you may want to use these if you want anythin' spicy." Her voice is very Southern.
He takes them. "Hey, thanks! What do I owe ya?" He gives them a little taste. Straight.
They add a lot of spicy, with a tinge of Wild Magic inside, but not anything too close to new for someone as experienced as Felix. She smiles, revealing some of her teeth replaced with handmade fangs made of other people's bones "You ain't know me nothin' but the satisfaction of a good meal."
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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 takes them. "Hey, thanks! What do I owe ya?" He gives them a little taste. Straight.
They add a lot of spicy, with a tinge of Wild Magic inside, but not anything too close to new for someone as experienced as Felix. She smiles, revealing some of her teeth replaced with handmade fangs made of other people's bones "You ain't owe me nothin' but the satisfaction of a good meal."
He nods. "Deal. You one of the Valentines' goons? Nice to meet you either way. I'm Felix."
He takes them. "Hey, thanks! What do I owe ya?" He gives them a little taste. Straight.
They add a lot of spicy, with a tinge of Wild Magic inside, but not anything too close to new for someone as experienced as Felix. She smiles, revealing some of her teeth replaced with handmade fangs made of other people's bones "You ain't owe me nothin' but the satisfaction of a good meal."
He nods. "Deal. You one of the Valentines' goons? Nice to meet you either way. I'm Felix."
She shakes her head, slightly offended "I know what the Valentines did, and I ain't takin' part. I'm Merabelle, nice to meet ya too."
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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.'
"Yes. Already asked the barkeep. He hasn't checked in or appeared there." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Black ops organization. The village hidden in the leaves right?" He says, suddenly holding a Tetsubo over his shoulders in one hand.
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 am back for a bit*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(hello again)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Ah. Hitman, eh?" He chuckles, as if he finds the idea of someone getting hired to kill someone else silly. "I'm a... let's go with traveller and leave it at that."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Oh thank goodness you're back.*
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.)
Dyn nods, eyes the weapon. "I take it your from one of the other villages."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes them. "Hey, thanks! What do I owe ya?" He gives them a little taste. Straight.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Not a hitman. Those are weak minded fools. I'm part of an organization called the Anbu Black Ops. Best of the best ninja around."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"...You could say that. I'll help find Zen, do you have any leads?"
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.)
"Rouge ninja?" he asks. "No leads. Found his old campsite though."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They add a lot of spicy, with a tinge of Wild Magic inside, but not anything too close to new for someone as experienced as Felix. She smiles, revealing some of her teeth replaced with handmade fangs made of other people's bones "You ain't know me nothin' but the satisfaction of a good meal."
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.)
He nods. "Deal. You one of the Valentines' goons? Nice to meet you either way. I'm Felix."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Rouge Ninja." He nods, crouching and obviously beginning to think "Any idea if they're after something or someone in particular?"
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 village?" he asks. "Yes. A few of the occupants here."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'm back. Does anyone want to roleplay?*
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
*I'd love to buddy!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I don't know how much time I have, but sure!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Thank you.*
Jack is getting an arcane tattoo etched on to the back of his hand.
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
She shakes her head, slightly offended "I know what the Valentines did, and I ain't takin' part. I'm Merabelle, nice to meet ya too."
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.)