“I… what?” Thirteen looks up at Akira. “Sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. Who are you?”
“Nice. Don’t steal the kill though. I want to rip out at least one throat.”
They shake it. “Good to meet you. Your brother is most certainly screwed.”
"We haven't." The Yuan ti smiles "Akira, nice to meet you." His Rinnegan and Sharingan swirl.
"You'll have to get that kill before I do sweetheart." She says, grinning wide.
He scoffs, smiling softly "Tell me about it. Imagine what it was like dealing with him when he did all that."
“Thirteen.” He says simply and goes back to the peak Usopp material.
“I will. I’m fast.”
“Well, I hope he has a plan, ‘cause I need witnesses desperately, the evidence I’ve got is pretty damning, and I don’t even know who’s prosecuting. The legal system here is a mess. I’ve been thinking about moving to the Material Plane, honestly…”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Anyways. Before the crushing darkness of my mind overwhelms me. Characters ig*
The Imperials are patrolling their walls and sending out their Tie-Fighters on patrol.
They find what appears to be a regular man in a brown suit, with a white shirt knocking on the wall. No one saw him approach, but now he's here, his hair the same shade of brown, a soft smile on his face, and a gun at his waist.
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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.'
*Anyways. Before the crushing darkness of my mind overwhelms me. Characters ig*
The Imperials are patrolling their walls and sending out their Tie-Fighters on patrol.
They find what appears to be a regular man in a brown suit, with a white shirt knocking on the wall. No one saw him approach, but now he's here, his hair the same shade of brown, a soft smile on his face, and a gun at his waist.
"Hey! Don't move!"
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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.
“Thirteen.” He says simply and goes back to the peak Usopp material.
“I will. I’m fast.”
“Well, I hope he has a plan, ‘cause I need witnesses desperately, the evidence I’ve got is pretty damning, and I don’t even know who’s prosecuting. The legal system here is a mess. I’ve been thinking about moving to the Material Plane, honestly…”
He continues to read with them, their eyes moving along the words faster over time.
"You sure are, sweetheart." She says, going into the 300s, smiling at them with her sharp fangs.
"I would if I were you, looks like things haven't gotten better since last time I was here. I'm a witness, but I certainly wouldn't help, have you considered having him plead insanity?"
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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.'
*Anyways. Before the crushing darkness of my mind overwhelms me. Characters ig*
The Imperials are patrolling their walls and sending out their Tie-Fighters on patrol.
They find what appears to be a regular man in a brown suit, with a white shirt knocking on the wall. No one saw him approach, but now he's here, his hair the same shade of brown, a soft smile on his face, and a gun at his waist.
"Hey! Don't move!"
He holds his hands up, the smile exactly the same "Yeah? Oh you guys finally noticed."
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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.'
*Anyways. Before the crushing darkness of my mind overwhelms me. Characters ig*
The Imperials are patrolling their walls and sending out their Tie-Fighters on patrol.
They find what appears to be a regular man in a brown suit, with a white shirt knocking on the wall. No one saw him approach, but now he's here, his hair the same shade of brown, a soft smile on his face, and a gun at his waist.
"Hey! Don't move!"
He holds his hands up, the smile exactly the same "Yeah? Oh you guys finally noticed."
As they approach him on the outside of the wall they say, "Hands against the wall! Now!" their blasters are raised
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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.
*Anyways. Before the crushing darkness of my mind overwhelms me. Characters ig*
The Imperials are patrolling their walls and sending out their Tie-Fighters on patrol.
They find what appears to be a regular man in a brown suit, with a white shirt knocking on the wall. No one saw him approach, but now he's here, his hair the same shade of brown, a soft smile on his face, and a gun at his waist.
"Hey! Don't move!"
He holds his hands up, the smile exactly the same "Yeah? Oh you guys finally noticed."
As they approach him on the outside of the wall they say, "Hands against the wall! Now!" their blasters are raised
He does exactly what they tell him to, but all with that same knowing smile. He taps one foot against the ground, humming to himself.
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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.'
*Anyways. Before the crushing darkness of my mind overwhelms me. Characters ig*
The Imperials are patrolling their walls and sending out their Tie-Fighters on patrol.
They find what appears to be a regular man in a brown suit, with a white shirt knocking on the wall. No one saw him approach, but now he's here, his hair the same shade of brown, a soft smile on his face, and a gun at his waist.
"Hey! Don't move!"
He holds his hands up, the smile exactly the same "Yeah? Oh you guys finally noticed."
As they approach him on the outside of the wall they say, "Hands against the wall! Now!" their blasters are raised
He does exactly what they tell him to, but all with that same knowing smile. He taps one foot against the ground, humming to himself.
One trooper pats him down, taking away his weapons
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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.
“Thirteen.” He says simply and goes back to the peak Usopp material.
“I will. I’m fast.”
“Well, I hope he has a plan, ‘cause I need witnesses desperately, the evidence I’ve got is pretty damning, and I don’t even know who’s prosecuting. The legal system here is a mess. I’ve been thinking about moving to the Material Plane, honestly…”
He continues to read with them, their eyes moving along the words faster over time.
"You sure are, sweetheart." She says, going into the 300s, smiling at them with her sharp fangs.
"I would if I were you, looks like things haven't gotten better since last time I was here. I'm a witness, but I certainly wouldn't help, have you considered having him plead insanity?"
Eventually, Thirteen finishes the volume. He places the book back in his satchel and pulls out the next.
“I am! Check this.” Rio starts walking at a normal pace, but as he walks his body seems to get projected further and further forward, a blurry trail of afterimages forming behind him. His motion and apparent velocity is the same, but he’s accelerating greatly.
“Maybe. Does he have a history of mental affliction or episodes of the same?”
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Anyways. Before the crushing darkness of my mind overwhelms me. Characters ig*
The Imperials are patrolling their walls and sending out their Tie-Fighters on patrol.
They find what appears to be a regular man in a brown suit, with a white shirt knocking on the wall. No one saw him approach, but now he's here, his hair the same shade of brown, a soft smile on his face, and a gun at his waist.
"Hey! Don't move!"
He holds his hands up, the smile exactly the same "Yeah? Oh you guys finally noticed."
As they approach him on the outside of the wall they say, "Hands against the wall! Now!" their blasters are raised
He does exactly what they tell him to, but all with that same knowing smile. He taps one foot against the ground, humming to himself.
One trooper pats him down, taking away his weapons
The moment they get close, he moves, turning them around and wrapping an arm around them, using them as a human shield. Grapple:24
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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.'
*Anyways. Before the crushing darkness of my mind overwhelms me. Characters ig*
The Imperials are patrolling their walls and sending out their Tie-Fighters on patrol.
They find what appears to be a regular man in a brown suit, with a white shirt knocking on the wall. No one saw him approach, but now he's here, his hair the same shade of brown, a soft smile on his face, and a gun at his waist.
"Hey! Don't move!"
He holds his hands up, the smile exactly the same "Yeah? Oh you guys finally noticed."
As they approach him on the outside of the wall they say, "Hands against the wall! Now!" their blasters are raised
He does exactly what they tell him to, but all with that same knowing smile. He taps one foot against the ground, humming to himself.
One trooper pats him down, taking away his weapons
The moment they get close, he moves, turning them around and wrapping an arm around them, using them as a human shield. Grapple:32
STR: 21
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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*Ah ah ah you didn’t factor in the Metal Gear of Virulent Joy!*
*[Rules of Nature starts playing]*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*prepare for the future*
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.
*Okay, Raiden, say someone depressing and slice that Metal Gear in half!*
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.)
*Anyways. Before the crushing darkness of my mind overwhelms me. Characters ig*
The Imperials are patrolling their walls and sending out their Tie-Fighters on patrol.
-and if yall wanna interact with Theren, Leo, The Tarnished and Helena, etc. just ask-
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Thirteen.” He says simply and goes back to the peak Usopp material.
“I will. I’m fast.”
“Well, I hope he has a plan, ‘cause I need witnesses desperately, the evidence I’ve got is pretty damning, and I don’t even know who’s prosecuting. The legal system here is a mess. I’ve been thinking about moving to the Material Plane, honestly…”
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.
They find what appears to be a regular man in a brown suit, with a white shirt knocking on the wall. No one saw him approach, but now he's here, his hair the same shade of brown, a soft smile on his face, and a gun at his waist.
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.)
"Hey! Don't move!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He continues to read with them, their eyes moving along the words faster over time.
"You sure are, sweetheart." She says, going into the 300s, smiling at them with her sharp fangs.
"I would if I were you, looks like things haven't gotten better since last time I was here. I'm a witness, but I certainly wouldn't help, have you considered having him plead insanity?"
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 holds his hands up, the smile exactly the same "Yeah? Oh you guys finally noticed."
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.)
Loriche is roving around the nearby woods. She’s been hunting for flail snails since 1 AM.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
As they approach him on the outside of the wall they say, "Hands against the wall! Now!" their blasters are raised
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Two Tie-Fighters fly above her, roaring loudly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He does exactly what they tell him to, but all with that same knowing smile. He taps one foot against the ground, humming to himself.
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.)
One trooper pats him down, taking away his weapons
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Eventually, Thirteen finishes the volume. He places the book back in his satchel and pulls out the next.
“I am! Check this.” Rio starts walking at a normal pace, but as he walks his body seems to get projected further and further forward, a blurry trail of afterimages forming behind him. His motion and apparent velocity is the same, but he’s accelerating greatly.
“Maybe. Does he have a history of mental affliction or episodes of the same?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
“What the…?” She looks up, perplexed.
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
(hi Yvonne)
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
They circle around, chasing an X-Wing. They fire on it, nailing its wing as it plows into the ground, 20 feet away from her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The moment they get close, he moves, turning them around and wrapping an arm around them, using them as a human shield. Grapple:24
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.)
STR: 21
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.