The General stares at him, commanding his troopers to go back to their duties.
He goes around, watching the troopers at work, trying his best not to interfere though.
"so. What is your name?"
"Ragnerious, but everyone just calls me Rag, your name?"
*Grievous. General Grievous."
He rubs his chin "You should try to teach your men not to shoot at strangers. If I was more... violent than things may have gone differently. Just a recommendation from someone who led a regiment before."
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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.'
Maneki-Neko is outside, practicing with his mock-saber to work on his swordsmanship. He is dressed in simple green robes, seeming to have just woke up. The tattoo of the empire sigil, branded on his fur of his neck.
Lore is napping on the sofa in the tavern lounge. She is curled up with Soul and Harmonia.
William is dicing up vegetables in Samaritan's kitchen while the archdevil tells at one of his staff for over boiling some noodles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The General stares at him, commanding his troopers to go back to their duties.
He goes around, watching the troopers at work, trying his best not to interfere though.
"so. What is your name?"
"Ragnerious, but everyone just calls me Rag, your name?"
*Grievous. General Grievous."
He rubs his chin "You should try to teach your men not to shoot at strangers. If I was more... violent than things may have gone differently. Just a recommendation from someone who led a regiment before."
"I have led battalions of soldiers. Many many many times. Do not question how I operate with my men."
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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.
William is dicing up vegetables in Samaritan's kitchen while the archdevil tells at one of his staff for over boiling some noodles.
Shen walks into the restaurant, taking a seat nearby. He waves to both of them with a smile, his hands wrapped in blood soaked bandages. He's wearing a sky blue gi today, with his regular red tie.
Maneki-Neko is outside, practicing with his mock-saber to work on his swordsmanship. He is dressed in simple green robes, seeming to have just woke up. The tattoo of the empire sigil, branded on his fur of his neck.
Lore is napping on the sofa in the tavern lounge. She is curled up with Soul and Harmonia.
William is dicing up vegetables in Samaritan's kitchen while the archdevil tells at one of his staff for over boiling some noodles.
Grievous is watching them. "Your form is sloppy Maneki."
Theren walks down and sees them. He sits down wrapping a blanket around them.
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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.
Maneki-Neko is outside, practicing with his mock-saber to work on his swordsmanship. He is dressed in simple green robes, seeming to have just woke up. The tattoo of the empire sigil, branded on his fur of his neck.
Lore is napping on the sofa in the tavern lounge. She is curled up with Soul and Harmonia.
William is dicing up vegetables in Samaritan's kitchen while the archdevil tells at one of his staff for over boiling some noodles.
Grievous is watching them. "Your form is sloppy Maneki."
Theren walks down and sees them. He sits down wrapping a blanket around them.
He sighs, rubbing his eyes "Good morning General."
Harmonia shifts and opens an eye "His poppa"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Character concept: Barbeau as a young sea cambion, but he's a level 1 witch/artificer being called by a machine he will build in the far future: the Gut. It is sentient and aware, and it is helping him out in trade for him putting in the effort to make sure it gets done.*
*They feared his visions, and locked him away... but he's back, and he's got some wonderful, awful ideas.*
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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.
The General stares at him, commanding his troopers to go back to their duties.
He goes around, watching the troopers at work, trying his best not to interfere though.
"so. What is your name?"
"Ragnerious, but everyone just calls me Rag, your name?"
*Grievous. General Grievous."
He rubs his chin "You should try to teach your men not to shoot at strangers. If I was more... violent than things may have gone differently. Just a recommendation from someone who led a regiment before."
"I have led battalions of soldiers. Many many many times. Do not question how I operate with my men."
"Oh no, don't take it as a slight, I meant it entirely as a suggestion. Even the greatest generals can learn from novices."
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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.'
Maneki-Neko is outside, practicing with his mock-saber to work on his swordsmanship. He is dressed in simple green robes, seeming to have just woke up. The tattoo of the empire sigil, branded on his fur of his neck.
Lore is napping on the sofa in the tavern lounge. She is curled up with Soul and Harmonia.
William is dicing up vegetables in Samaritan's kitchen while the archdevil tells at one of his staff for over boiling some noodles.
Grievous is watching them. "Your form is sloppy Maneki."
Theren walks down and sees them. He sits down wrapping a blanket around them.
He sighs, rubbing his eyes "Good morning General."
Harmonia shifts and opens an eye "His poppa"
"Good Morning." he says, picking up two mock-sabers. "Let us practice."
"Hello sweetie." he says, hugging her
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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.
The General stares at him, commanding his troopers to go back to their duties.
He goes around, watching the troopers at work, trying his best not to interfere though.
"so. What is your name?"
"Ragnerious, but everyone just calls me Rag, your name?"
*Grievous. General Grievous."
He rubs his chin "You should try to teach your men not to shoot at strangers. If I was more... violent than things may have gone differently. Just a recommendation from someone who led a regiment before."
"I have led battalions of soldiers. Many many many times. Do not question how I operate with my men."
"Oh no, don't take it as a slight, I meant it entirely as a suggestion. Even the greatest generals can learn from novices."
"I was one of the most well renowned general's in the war." he snarls
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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.
Maneki-Neko is outside, practicing with his mock-saber to work on his swordsmanship. He is dressed in simple green robes, seeming to have just woke up. The tattoo of the empire sigil, branded on his fur of his neck.
Lore is napping on the sofa in the tavern lounge. She is curled up with Soul and Harmonia.
William is dicing up vegetables in Samaritan's kitchen while the archdevil tells at one of his staff for over boiling some noodles.
Grievous is watching them. "Your form is sloppy Maneki."
Theren walks down and sees them. He sits down wrapping a blanket around them.
He sighs, rubbing his eyes "Good morning General."
Harmonia shifts and opens an eye "His poppa"
"Good Morning." he says, picking up two mock-sabers. "Let us practice."
"Hello sweetie." he says, hugging her
He sighs, grumbling. He picks up his and gets in a defensive stance.
She hugs him back, clinging in to him like a koala.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Character concept: Barbeau as a young sea cambion, but he's a level 1 witch/artificer being called by a machine he will build in the far future: the Gut. It is sentient and aware, and it is helping him out in trade for him putting in the effort to make sure it gets done.*
*They feared his visions, and locked him away... but he's back, and he's got some wonderful, awful ideas.*
*That is very cool, and just the right amount of spine chilling. I was I could've taken part in the Gut thread back when it was alive.*
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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.'
Maneki-Neko is outside, practicing with his mock-saber to work on his swordsmanship. He is dressed in simple green robes, seeming to have just woke up. The tattoo of the empire sigil, branded on his fur of his neck.
Lore is napping on the sofa in the tavern lounge. She is curled up with Soul and Harmonia.
William is dicing up vegetables in Samaritan's kitchen while the archdevil tells at one of his staff for over boiling some noodles.
Grievous is watching them. "Your form is sloppy Maneki."
Theren walks down and sees them. He sits down wrapping a blanket around them.
He sighs, rubbing his eyes "Good morning General."
Harmonia shifts and opens an eye "His poppa"
"Good Morning." he says, picking up two mock-sabers. "Let us practice."
"Hello sweetie." he says, hugging her
He sighs, grumbling. He picks up his and gets in a defensive stance.
She hugs him back, clinging in to him like a koala.
"Now. Defend the strikes." 2712
"Is mom doin ok?" he asks, worriedly.
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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.
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(grievous?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*Yep.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"so. What is your name?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Ragnerious, but everyone just calls me Rag, your name?"
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.)
*Grievous. General Grievous."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He rubs his chin "You should try to teach your men not to shoot at strangers. If I was more... violent than things may have gone differently. Just a recommendation from someone who led a regiment before."
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.)
(nice. might make an Inquisitor character once I have a free moment)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*I'm back for a bit.*
Maneki-Neko is outside, practicing with his mock-saber to work on his swordsmanship. He is dressed in simple green robes, seeming to have just woke up. The tattoo of the empire sigil, branded on his fur of his neck.
Lore is napping on the sofa in the tavern lounge. She is curled up with Soul and Harmonia.
William is dicing up vegetables in Samaritan's kitchen while the archdevil tells at one of his staff for over boiling some noodles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(hi wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"I have led battalions of soldiers. Many many many times. Do not question how I operate with my men."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Shen walks into the restaurant, taking a seat nearby. He waves to both of them with a smile, his hands wrapped in blood soaked bandages. He's wearing a sky blue gi today, with his regular red tie.
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.)
Grievous is watching them. "Your form is sloppy Maneki."
Theren walks down and sees them. He sits down wrapping a blanket around them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs, rubbing his eyes "Good morning General."
Harmonia shifts and opens an eye "His poppa"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Character concept: Barbeau as a young sea cambion, but he's a level 1 witch/artificer being called by a machine he will build in the far future: the Gut. It is sentient and aware, and it is helping him out in trade for him putting in the effort to make sure it gets done.*
*They feared his visions, and locked him away... but he's back, and he's got some wonderful, awful ideas.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh no, don't take it as a slight, I meant it entirely as a suggestion. Even the greatest generals can learn from novices."
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." he says, picking up two mock-sabers. "Let us practice."
"Hello sweetie." he says, hugging her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I was one of the most well renowned general's in the war." he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs, grumbling. He picks up his and gets in a defensive stance.
She hugs him back, clinging in to him like a koala.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*That is very cool, and just the right amount of spine chilling. I was I could've taken part in the Gut thread back when it was alive.*
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.)
"Now. Defend the strikes." 27 12
"Is mom doin ok?" he asks, worriedly.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.