*Good morning. In an hourish stuff is going to get rough for my characters. I realized I have made my perfect villain. And he’s gonna wreck havoc upon my characters*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*wow. Your vitriolic reactions to determinism are exactly what the circumstances of the universe would produce.*
Mauric isn’t emotionally stable.
Riotan is sewing together snake, rat, and beetle parts to make quasits.
*And yet your persistence is not outside of the universe’s creation either.*
Damian is doing his best to help Mauric however he can, trying to keep him calm as the deadline approaches.
They would see, or maybe even feel the two beautiful twin women skipping along the street. Wearing soft black dresses, modest. They hold each other’s hands as they skip, moving as if they mirror each other perfectly. Riotan would know two demons when he sees them, but to everyone else, they are just two regular, although hypnotically pretty people.
*okay holdup, i need more details on this whole thing. What plane are they on and where are they staying?*
Riotan shudders. “Order? Organization? What self-respecting demon would even consider something like that?? Ugh…”
*Celestial plane, Celestial city, I imagine there are free residences near the courthouse for criminals to be put on trial. Like an Air Bnb*
Their heads snap to look at Riotan, smiling with unnatural grins at reach to their ears, speaking in perfect unison "What self respecting demon wastes their time with the rats?"
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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.'
*Good morning. In an hourish stuff is going to get rough for my characters. I realized I have made my perfect villain. And he’s gonna wreck havoc upon my characters*
*Good morning Theren, sounds fun to me. Looking forward to the madness and chaos.*
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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.'
*I'm not sure I've met Grimes yet. He's the sniper, right? I think that could be cool. I could even bring in Podmorski if you want to play all three.*
*Yeah, Grimes is the sniper, often to miss, but devastating if he hits. I’m down to do all three if you are, you intro or me?*
*I think I should at least try. I don't have a lot of time, though, I should mention.*
Hyacinthe is rooting around a ruined guild hall, looking for something.
Felix is working in the tavern. He's having a bit of trouble being a waiter since people think he's adorable and he needs to move from table to table quickly to get tips.
Podmorski Is sitting outside, tinkering with little toys. They look very old.
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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.
*wow. Your vitriolic reactions to determinism are exactly what the circumstances of the universe would produce.*
Mauric isn’t emotionally stable.
Riotan is sewing together snake, rat, and beetle parts to make quasits.
*And yet your persistence is not outside of the universe’s creation either.*
Damian is doing his best to help Mauric however he can, trying to keep him calm as the deadline approaches.
They would see, or maybe even feel the two beautiful twin women skipping along the street. Wearing soft black dresses, modest. They hold each other’s hands as they skip, moving as if they mirror each other perfectly. Riotan would know two demons when he sees them, but to everyone else, they are just two regular, although hypnotically pretty people.
*okay holdup, i need more details on this whole thing. What plane are they on and where are they staying?*
Riotan shudders. “Order? Organization? What self-respecting demon would even consider something like that?? Ugh…”
*Celestial plane, Celestial city, I imagine there are free residences near the courthouse for criminals to be put on trial. Like an Air Bnb*
Their heads snap to look at Riotan, smiling with unnatural grins at reach to their ears, speaking in perfect unison "What self respecting demon wastes their time with the rats?"
*…okay but which plane is that?*
“Rats are carriers of pestilence and make excellent stock. Also there’s like four abyssal princes of rats already. Do your research.”
*I'm not sure I've met Grimes yet. He's the sniper, right? I think that could be cool. I could even bring in Podmorski if you want to play all three.*
*Yeah, Grimes is the sniper, often to miss, but devastating if he hits. I’m down to do all three if you are, you intro or me?*
*I think I should at least try. I don't have a lot of time, though, I should mention.*
Hyacinthe is rooting around a ruined guild hall, looking for something.
Felix is working in the tavern. He's having a bit of trouble being a waiter since people think he's adorable and he needs to move from table to table quickly to get tips.
Podmorski Is sitting outside, tinkering with little toys. They look very old.
They hear the sound of cracking tiles on what remains of the room, and then the sound of quiet, panicked muttering.
Merabelle walks into the tavern after a slight workout. Smelling upon seeing Felix and taking a seat nearby. They wait patiently for him, noticing him stressed by the work.
Thane is also sitting outside, like he usually is, looking at the sun silently.
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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.'
“Rats are carriers of pestilence and make excellent stock. Also there’s like four princes of rats already. Do your research.*
*IDK man, it's some bs I made for this. Probably Outer planes though.*
"What self respecting demon spends time with research when you could be killing said princes of rats and consuming all they have achieved?"
*I’ll just say Mount Celestia*
Mauric is trying to get some sleep (he hasn’t since they arrived) but can’t. There’s a knock on the door of their room.
Rio stands up, looking angry, his quasits hiding behind his legs. “Alright, y’all can keep this up or we can actually do something instead of arguing like little kids.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I think I should at least try. I don't have a lot of time, though, I should mention.*
Hyacinthe is rooting around a ruined guild hall, looking for something.
Felix is working in the tavern. He's having a bit of trouble being a waiter since people think he's adorable and he needs to move from table to table quickly to get tips.
Podmorski Is sitting outside, tinkering with little toys. They look very old.
They hear the sound of cracking tiles on what remains of the room, and then the sound of quiet, panicked muttering.
Merabelle walks into the tavern after a slight workout. Smelling upon seeing Felix and taking a seat nearby. They wait patiently for him, noticing him stressed by the work.
Thane is also sitting outside, like he usually is, looking at the sun silently.
He slowly rises from the rubbish, his elongated frame unfolding. "I hear you... what have you to fear?"
As soon as he can, he makes his way over to her. "Hey there! Nice to see you again!"
Pod glances over, then puts a tarnished wind-up duck beside him.
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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.
“Rats are carriers of pestilence and make excellent stock. Also there’s like four princes of rats already. Do your research.*
*IDK man, it's some bs I made for this. Probably Outer planes though.*
"What self respecting demon spends time with research when you could be killing said princes of rats and consuming all they have achieved?"
*I’ll just say Mount Celestia*
Mauric is trying to get some sleep (he hasn’t since they arrived) but can’t. There’s a knock on the door of their room.
Rio stands up, looking angry, his quasits hiding behind his legs. “Alright, y’all can keep this up or we can actually do something instead of arguing like little kids.”
*Sorry dude, I don't usually think far ahead.*
Damian gets up to the door, opening it a crack and peaking through to see who would be here for them "Hello?"
They both begin to lean in opposite directions, using each other as counterweights as to not fall to the ground, wide grins across their faces "But arguing is oh so fun. It's obviously annoying you."
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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.'
William is in Samaritan's restaurant, more accurately sitting by the loading docks. He is looking over some tax forms that Samaritan doesn't want to handle at the moment, questioning how one devil can even storage 600,000 tons of Summer Gold Whale in one area.
Stroth is watching the zombie horse she created, giggling and taking notes. The thing is wobbling around, looking utterly out of it as the blight flowers bloom across its flesh.
A stall has been set up in town, nothing special, just a wooden stall with a banner reading 'RARE AND USEFUL ARTIFACTS!' in big swirly font. A cat, or what appears to be a cat, sits on a stool, it's two tails flicking back and forth. It wears a little kimono made of blue and white silks that depict demons eating each other.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I think I should at least try. I don't have a lot of time, though, I should mention.*
Hyacinthe is rooting around a ruined guild hall, looking for something.
Felix is working in the tavern. He's having a bit of trouble being a waiter since people think he's adorable and he needs to move from table to table quickly to get tips.
Podmorski Is sitting outside, tinkering with little toys. They look very old.
They hear the sound of cracking tiles on what remains of the room, and then the sound of quiet, panicked muttering.
Merabelle walks into the tavern after a slight workout. Smelling upon seeing Felix and taking a seat nearby. They wait patiently for him, noticing him stressed by the work.
Thane is also sitting outside, like he usually is, looking at the sun silently.
He slowly rises from the rubbish, his elongated frame unfolding. "I hear you... what have you to fear?"
As soon as he can, he makes his way over to her. "Hey there! Nice to see you again!"
Pod glances over, then puts a tarnished wind-up duck beside him.
He mutters a curse before peaking his head out, he looks like an overly hairy, although not particularly special man. Irish in genes but lived in the Gnarly, he has his sniper over his shoulder.
"Good seein' you too. I didn't know you worked here, I would've come here sooner if I did." She rummages through her side pouch, pulling out some gold.
He slowly turns his head to look at the duck, picking it up with his fixed hand, winding it up, and sending it back with a smile.
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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.'
“Rats are carriers of pestilence and make excellent stock. Also there’s like four princes of rats already. Do your research.*
*IDK man, it's some bs I made for this. Probably Outer planes though.*
"What self respecting demon spends time with research when you could be killing said princes of rats and consuming all they have achieved?"
*I’ll just say Mount Celestia*
Mauric is trying to get some sleep (he hasn’t since they arrived) but can’t. There’s a knock on the door of their room.
Rio stands up, looking angry, his quasits hiding behind his legs. “Alright, y’all can keep this up or we can actually do something instead of arguing like little kids.”
*Sorry dude, I don't usually think far ahead.*
Damian gets up to the door, opening it a crack and peaking through to see who would be here for them "Hello?"
They both begin to lean in opposite directions, using each other as counterweights as to not fall to the ground, wide grins across their faces "But arguing is oh so fun. It's obviously annoying you."
*nah your good*
It’s Vitroze. They’re holding a stack of books and papers. “Hallo my goodsome sir!” They say in their illustrious Shakespearean voice.
“Oh really?” Riotan flicks out his tongue, attempting to taste their thoughts and intents on the air. “Well then how about I annoy you in turn?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“Rats are carriers of pestilence and make excellent stock. Also there’s like four princes of rats already. Do your research.*
*IDK man, it's some bs I made for this. Probably Outer planes though.*
"What self respecting demon spends time with research when you could be killing said princes of rats and consuming all they have achieved?"
*I’ll just say Mount Celestia*
Mauric is trying to get some sleep (he hasn’t since they arrived) but can’t. There’s a knock on the door of their room.
Rio stands up, looking angry, his quasits hiding behind his legs. “Alright, y’all can keep this up or we can actually do something instead of arguing like little kids.”
*Sorry dude, I don't usually think far ahead.*
Damian gets up to the door, opening it a crack and peaking through to see who would be here for them "Hello?"
They both begin to lean in opposite directions, using each other as counterweights as to not fall to the ground, wide grins across their faces "But arguing is oh so fun. It's obviously annoying you."
*nah your good*
It’s Vitroze. They’re holding a stack of books and papers. “Hallo my goodsome sir!” They say in their illustrious Shakespearean voice.
“Oh really?” Riotan flicks out his tongue, attempting to taste their thoughts and intents on the air. “Well then how about I annoy you in turn?”
*Sorry, gtg for a test.*
He rubs the bridge of his nose "It's late. Is the yelling or the accent necessary?" He opens the door, letting them inside, though he didn't explain who this is to Mauric before.
Their smiles wrap around their heads, the brunette having normal teeth, the blonde having rows of fangs like a sharp, they taste nothing but chaos and malice "Oh that would be so much fun!"
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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 slowly rises from the rubbish, his elongated frame unfolding. "I hear you... what have you to fear?"
As soon as he can, he makes his way over to her. "Hey there! Nice to see you again!"
Pod glances over, then puts a tarnished wind-up duck beside him.
He mutters a curse before peaking his head out, he looks like an overly hairy, although not particularly special man. Irish in genes but lived in the Gnarly, he has his sniper over his shoulder.
"Good seein' you too. I didn't know you worked here, I would've come here sooner if I did." She rummages through her side pouch, pulling out some gold.
He slowly turns his head to look at the duck, picking it up with his fixed hand, winding it up, and sending it back with a smile.
Hyacinthe holds his arms to his sides as a gesture of peace, showing that he is unarmed. He slowly approaches. "Nothing to be afraid of, lad."
He gives a quick bow. "I'm on break right now, I just thought I would refill bread sticks and stuff. How are you doing?"
Pod repeats the action, sending the duck walking back. Like a sort of slow-mo game of catch.
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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.
Stroth is watching the zombie horse she created, giggling and taking notes. The thing is wobbling around, looking utterly out of it as the blight flowers bloom across its flesh.
A stall has been set up in town, nothing special, just a wooden stall with a banner reading 'RARE AND USEFUL ARTIFACTS!' in big swirly font. A cat, or what appears to be a cat, sits on a stool, it's two tails flicking back and forth. It wears a little kimono made of blue and white silks that depict demons eating each other.
Loriche is a few meters away, burying large hunks of cobalt.
Klei is at his own stall of various knickknacks and paraphernalia, feeling slightly threatened by their presence.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Stroth is watching the zombie horse she created, giggling and taking notes. The thing is wobbling around, looking utterly out of it as the blight flowers bloom across its flesh.
A stall has been set up in town, nothing special, just a wooden stall with a banner reading 'RARE AND USEFUL ARTIFACTS!' in big swirly font. A cat, or what appears to be a cat, sits on a stool, it's two tails flicking back and forth. It wears a little kimono made of blue and white silks that depict demons eating each other.
Loriche is a few meters away, burying large hunks of cobalt.
Klei is at his own stall of various knickknacks and paraphernalia, feeling slightly threatened by their presence.
Stroth looks over and chuckles "Having fun?"
On the table of items, Klei's eyes find something that seems horribly familiar. An item from their pasts.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Rats are carriers of pestilence and make excellent stock. Also there’s like four princes of rats already. Do your research.*
*IDK man, it's some bs I made for this. Probably Outer planes though.*
"What self respecting demon spends time with research when you could be killing said princes of rats and consuming all they have achieved?"
*I’ll just say Mount Celestia*
Mauric is trying to get some sleep (he hasn’t since they arrived) but can’t. There’s a knock on the door of their room.
Rio stands up, looking angry, his quasits hiding behind his legs. “Alright, y’all can keep this up or we can actually do something instead of arguing like little kids.”
*Sorry dude, I don't usually think far ahead.*
Damian gets up to the door, opening it a crack and peaking through to see who would be here for them "Hello?"
They both begin to lean in opposite directions, using each other as counterweights as to not fall to the ground, wide grins across their faces "But arguing is oh so fun. It's obviously annoying you."
*nah your good*
It’s Vitroze. They’re holding a stack of books and papers. “Hallo my goodsome sir!” They say in their illustrious Shakespearean voice.
“Oh really?” Riotan flicks out his tongue, attempting to taste their thoughts and intents on the air. “Well then how about I annoy you in turn?”
*Sorry, gtg for a test.*
He rubs the bridge of his nose "It's late. Is the yelling or the accent necessary?" He opens the door, letting them inside, though he didn't explain who this is to Mauric before.
Their smiles wrap around their heads, the brunette having normal teeth, the blonde having rows of fangs like a sharp, they taste nothing but chaos and malice "Oh that would be so much fun!"
*bye dude*
“It isn’t, you’re right.” They admit, entering the suite and setting down their documents. Mauric doesn’t seem to take notice of this.
”Okay.” Rio’s entire body glows with green runes, and he slings a vitriolic sphere at them. Make a Dexterity save.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Celestial plane, Celestial city, I imagine there are free residences near the courthouse for criminals to be put on trial. Like an Air Bnb*
Their heads snap to look at Riotan, smiling with unnatural grins at reach to their ears, speaking in perfect unison "What self respecting demon wastes their time with the rats?"
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 morning Theren, sounds fun to me. Looking forward to the madness and chaos.*
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 think I should at least try. I don't have a lot of time, though, I should mention.*
Hyacinthe is rooting around a ruined guild hall, looking for something.
Felix is working in the tavern. He's having a bit of trouble being a waiter since people think he's adorable and he needs to move from table to table quickly to get tips.
Podmorski Is sitting outside, tinkering with little toys. They look very old.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*…okay but which plane is that?*
“Rats are carriers of pestilence and make excellent stock. Also there’s like four abyssal princes of rats already. Do your research.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
They hear the sound of cracking tiles on what remains of the room, and then the sound of quiet, panicked muttering.
Merabelle walks into the tavern after a slight workout. Smelling upon seeing Felix and taking a seat nearby. They wait patiently for him, noticing him stressed by the work.
Thane is also sitting outside, like he usually is, looking at the sun silently.
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.)
*IDK man, it's some bs I made for this. Probably Outer planes though.*
"What self respecting demon spends time with research when you could be killing said princes of rats and consuming all they have achieved?"
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’ll just say Mount Celestia*
Mauric is trying to get some sleep (he hasn’t since they arrived) but can’t. There’s a knock on the door of their room.
Rio stands up, looking angry, his quasits hiding behind his legs. “Alright, y’all can keep this up or we can actually do something instead of arguing like little kids.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*[scurries out from under the floorboards] Hello, everyone!*
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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He slowly rises from the rubbish, his elongated frame unfolding. "I hear you... what have you to fear?"
As soon as he can, he makes his way over to her. "Hey there! Nice to see you again!"
Pod glances over, then puts a tarnished wind-up duck beside him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hello! I have to leave soon, but I will gladly RP with you when I return!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sorry dude, I don't usually think far ahead.*
Damian gets up to the door, opening it a crack and peaking through to see who would be here for them "Hello?"
They both begin to lean in opposite directions, using each other as counterweights as to not fall to the ground, wide grins across their faces "But arguing is oh so fun. It's obviously annoying you."
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.)
William is in Samaritan's restaurant, more accurately sitting by the loading docks. He is looking over some tax forms that Samaritan doesn't want to handle at the moment, questioning how one devil can even storage 600,000 tons of Summer Gold Whale in one area.
Stroth is watching the zombie horse she created, giggling and taking notes. The thing is wobbling around, looking utterly out of it as the blight flowers bloom across its flesh.
A stall has been set up in town, nothing special, just a wooden stall with a banner reading 'RARE AND USEFUL ARTIFACTS!' in big swirly font. A cat, or what appears to be a cat, sits on a stool, it's two tails flicking back and forth. It wears a little kimono made of blue and white silks that depict demons eating each other.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He mutters a curse before peaking his head out, he looks like an overly hairy, although not particularly special man. Irish in genes but lived in the Gnarly, he has his sniper over his shoulder.
"Good seein' you too. I didn't know you worked here, I would've come here sooner if I did." She rummages through her side pouch, pulling out some gold.
He slowly turns his head to look at the duck, picking it up with his fixed hand, winding it up, and sending it back with a smile.
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.)
*nah your good*
It’s Vitroze. They’re holding a stack of books and papers. “Hallo my goodsome sir!” They say in their illustrious Shakespearean voice.
“Oh really?” Riotan flicks out his tongue, attempting to taste their thoughts and intents on the air. “Well then how about I annoy you in turn?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Sorry, gtg for a test.*
He rubs the bridge of his nose "It's late. Is the yelling or the accent necessary?" He opens the door, letting them inside, though he didn't explain who this is to Mauric before.
Their smiles wrap around their heads, the brunette having normal teeth, the blonde having rows of fangs like a sharp, they taste nothing but chaos and malice "Oh that would be so much fun!"
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.)
Hyacinthe holds his arms to his sides as a gesture of peace, showing that he is unarmed. He slowly approaches. "Nothing to be afraid of, lad."
He gives a quick bow. "I'm on break right now, I just thought I would refill bread sticks and stuff. How are you doing?"
Pod repeats the action, sending the duck walking back. Like a sort of slow-mo game of catch.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Loriche is a few meters away, burying large hunks of cobalt.
Klei is at his own stall of various knickknacks and paraphernalia, feeling slightly threatened by their presence.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Stroth looks over and chuckles "Having fun?"
On the table of items, Klei's eyes find something that seems horribly familiar. An item from their pasts.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*bye dude*
“It isn’t, you’re right.” They admit, entering the suite and setting down their documents. Mauric doesn’t seem to take notice of this.
”Okay.” Rio’s entire body glows with green runes, and he slings a vitriolic sphere at them. Make a Dexterity save.
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.