*Thanks, blud. Means a lot coming from someone who makes unique characters on a relatively regular basis. Rag and Sparrow are just epic, and I love Merabelle (did I spell that right?) and Thane. The sisters are twisted and annoying, as is the intent, and even the DD cast each have a justification for being their own characters.*
*I wouldn’t say I make unique characters on a regular basis. You did spell Merabelle right. I do everything based on vibes I want people to feel, I love my characters so I want other people to as well.*
*My bro, take the compliment. Vibes can be as strong as deep character development. Hell, a lot of deep character development is to just achieve the vibe.*
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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.
*Like many things in this world. Reminds me of my high-school graduation...*
*I had to get up at 4 and stand in freezing rain for eight hours and i didn’t eat or drink anything because there wouldn’t be any opportunity to use the restroom so i couldn’t have anything inside me*
*Like many things in this hell. Much worse than my high-school graduation...*
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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.
*Thanks, blud. Means a lot coming from someone who makes unique characters on a relatively regular basis. Rag and Sparrow are just epic, and I love Merabelle (did I spell that right?) and Thane. The sisters are twisted and annoying, as is the intent, and even the DD cast each have a justification for being their own characters.*
*I wouldn’t say I make unique characters on a regular basis. You did spell Merabelle right. I do everything based on vibes I want people to feel, I love my characters so I want other people to as well.*
*My bro, take the compliment. Vibes can be as strong as deep character development. Hell, a lot of deep character development is to just achieve the vibe.*
*Okay, taking the compliment. Wanna rp or somethin’ dawg?*
*Thanks, blud. Means a lot coming from someone who makes unique characters on a relatively regular basis. Rag and Sparrow are just epic, and I love Merabelle (did I spell that right?) and Thane. The sisters are twisted and annoying, as is the intent, and even the DD cast each have a justification for being their own characters.*
*I wouldn’t say I make unique characters on a regular basis. You did spell Merabelle right. I do everything based on vibes I want people to feel, I love my characters so I want other people to as well.*
*My bro, take the compliment. Vibes can be as strong as deep character development. Hell, a lot of deep character development is to just achieve the vibe.*
*Okay, taking the compliment. Wanna rp or somethin’ dawg?*
*Sure. Introed just above.*
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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.
Charlie, in human guise, is back for an encore. He's watching over a bunch of ghouls as they pick up litter.
Prospero is running around, pretending to be Superman while doing mundane tasks for people like helping carry groceries and finding lost pets.
Damian, now back from the many many crimes he was being arrested for, and the crimes he committed after the fact, is also helping out, making up for the time he missed.
Rag decides to help Prospero where he can, though he doesn’t pretend to be a superhero himself, simply helping people reach things, moving things, and whenever someone doesn’t need help, playing with the children.
Charlie, in human guise, is back for an encore. He's watching over a bunch of ghouls as they pick up litter.
Prospero is running around, pretending to be Superman while doing mundane tasks for people like helping carry groceries and finding lost pets.
Damian, now back from the many many crimes he was being arrested for, and the crimes he committed after the fact, is also helping out, making up for the time he missed.
Rag decides to help Prospero where he can, though he doesn’t pretend to be a superhero himself, simply helping people reach things, moving things, and whenever someone doesn’t need help, playing with the children.
The Rabbit Spectre approaches, picking up a can for him. "Hey there, friend. How were things in Heaven? I heard it's pretty nice up there."
Prospero stops holding out his fist and making wooshing sounds after a while. "Wow, this heroing stuff is really fun when you don't have to fight anyone!"
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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.
Leo spends some time exploring the town before he buys some cooking supplies, before entering the tavern and speaking to Felix. "This might be a weird request but can I borrow your kitchen?"
Charlie, in human guise, is back for an encore. He's watching over a bunch of ghouls as they pick up litter.
Prospero is running around, pretending to be Superman while doing mundane tasks for people like helping carry groceries and finding lost pets.
Damian, now back from the many many crimes he was being arrested for, and the crimes he committed after the fact, is also helping out, making up for the time he missed.
Rag decides to help Prospero where he can, though he doesn’t pretend to be a superhero himself, simply helping people reach things, moving things, and whenever someone doesn’t need help, playing with the children.
The Rabbit Spectre approaches, picking up a can for him. "Hey there, friend. How were things in Heaven? I heard it's pretty nice up there."
Prospero stops holding out his fist and making wooshing sounds after a while. "Wow, this heroing stuff is really fun when you don't have to fight anyone!"
*Sorry I disappeared.*
He holds out the trash bag with a smile “Far too bright, everyone up there was either barely enjoying life or a [gp] , and everyone thought I wasn’t dangerous. Best vacation I’ve ever had.” He cackles.
He laughs heartily “That’s right, better to help without the need for violence. It really warms the heart to know there are people who still seek to help for nothing in return.”
The Rabbit Spectre approaches, picking up a can for him. "Hey there, friend. How were things in Heaven? I heard it's pretty nice up there."
Prospero stops holding out his fist and making wooshing sounds after a while. "Wow, this heroing stuff is really fun when you don't have to fight anyone!"
*Sorry I disappeared.*
He holds out the trash bag with a smile “Far too bright, everyone up there was either barely enjoying life or a [gp] , and everyone thought I wasn’t dangerous. Best vacation I’ve ever had.” He cackles.
He laughs heartily “That’s right, better to help without the need for violence. It really warms the heart to know there are people who still seek to help for nothing in return.”
"My, it's as bad as I assumed. How did that song go again? 'There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it, and its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit, and it goes by the name of heaven...'"
"Ha! Nothing in return? I don't think anyone is that selfless. I want a better world! One where people are treated as equals, and help each other because they know that! I mean, doesn't that just sound wonderful? My ultimate goal is to see that in my lifetime! Something truly beautiful! Sounds kind of hedonistic, doesn't it?"
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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.
Leo spends some time exploring the town before he buys some cooking supplies, before entering the tavern and speaking to Felix. "This might be a weird request but can I borrow your kitchen?"
Felix lifts the little door so Leo can enter. "Go right ahead. You can't use stuff from the pantry, though. I'll bring you anything you don't have with you. I don't want my bosses thinking I've been mooching off the ingredient stores again."
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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 Rabbit Spectre approaches, picking up a can for him. "Hey there, friend. How were things in Heaven? I heard it's pretty nice up there."
Prospero stops holding out his fist and making wooshing sounds after a while. "Wow, this heroing stuff is really fun when you don't have to fight anyone!"
*Sorry I disappeared.*
He holds out the trash bag with a smile “Far too bright, everyone up there was either barely enjoying life or a [gp] , and everyone thought I wasn’t dangerous. Best vacation I’ve ever had.” He cackles.
He laughs heartily “That’s right, better to help without the need for violence. It really warms the heart to know there are people who still seek to help for nothing in return.”
"My, it's as bad as I assumed. How did that song go again? 'There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it, and its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit, and it goes by the name of heaven...'"
"Ha! Nothing in return? I don't think anyone is that selfless. I want a better world! One where people are treated as equals, and help each other because they know that! I mean, doesn't that just sound wonderful? My ultimate goal is to see that in my lifetime! Something truly beautiful! Sounds kind of hedonistic, doesn't it?"
He cackles more at the song and continues cleaning “It was easily the best place I’ve blown up, but I think I’ll stick to this plane of existence for a while. I don’t think we’ve formally met, Damian Alterious.” He holds out a hand with a smile.
Rag shakes his head “I admire your ambition if not for anything else, that truly does sound like a beautiful world, and one I hope to live in if only for a year.” He leans down to be eye to eye with him “You are truly one who deserves to be called a hero.”
"My, it's as bad as I assumed. How did that song go again? 'There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it, and its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit, and it goes by the name of heaven...'"
"Ha! Nothing in return? I don't think anyone is that selfless. I want a better world! One where people are treated as equals, and help each other because they know that! I mean, doesn't that just sound wonderful? My ultimate goal is to see that in my lifetime! Something truly beautiful! Sounds kind of hedonistic, doesn't it?"
He cackles more at the song and continues cleaning “It was easily the best place I’ve blown up, but I think I’ll stick to this plane of existence for a while. I don’t think we’ve formally met, Damian Alterious.” He holds out a hand with a smile.
Rag shakes his head “I admire your ambition if not for anything else, that truly does sound like a beautiful world, and one I hope to live in if only for a year.” He leans down to be eye to eye with him “You are truly one who deserves to be called a hero.”
It is shaken by a supple white glove with no hesitation. "Charlie Pickler! Nice to meet you! I'm a bit of an improvement expert, and right now I'm training these ghouls in things like work ethic and problem-solving."
He chuckles. "If you insist! But really, I'm not here for admiration. It just helps me get closer to that goal. I want to inspire people to do what I do, even on a small scale! Helping your mom with the dishes is heroic, even if it isn't a big deal in the long run, but it's a step toward a better world, isn't it?"
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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.
Leo spends some time exploring the town before he buys some cooking supplies, before entering the tavern and speaking to Felix. "This might be a weird request but can I borrow your kitchen?"
Felix lifts the little door so Leo can enter. "Go right ahead. You can't use stuff from the pantry, though. I'll bring you anything you don't have with you. I don't want my bosses thinking I've been mooching off the ingredient stores again."
“Oh don’t you worry about that, all my magic uses cooking ingredients as components so I have quite the stockpile. Food is a bit harder to store long term, and while there is magic to keep things “fresh”…it’s just not the same.” Leo says as he pulls out a small box, pushing a button in the latch. The box then begins to expand on the table, growing several times larger to reveal many, many small drawers labeled with spices, herbs, and other seasonings mundane and rare.
Felix lifts the little door so Leo can enter. "Go right ahead. You can't use stuff from the pantry, though. I'll bring you anything you don't have with you. I don't want my bosses thinking I've been mooching off the ingredient stores again."
“Oh don’t you worry about that, all my magic uses cooking ingredients as components so I have quite the stockpile. Food is a bit harder to store long term, and while there is magic to keep things “fresh”…it’s just not the same.” Leo says as he pulls out a small box, pushing a button in the latch. The box then begins to expand on the table, growing several times larger to reveal many, many small drawers labeled with spices, herbs, and other seasonings mundane and rare.
Felix looks impressed. "Cool! Hey, have you ever heard of Manna? It's like, the building block of life. A fluffy white stuff that can be turned into just about any organic material, and certain other substances like salt and water. You can even make more complex things, like cooked foods! I knew a guy who knew how to harvest it, and he made barbecue out of it."
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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.
*Nevertheless,*
Charlie, in human guise, is back for an encore. He's watching over a bunch of ghouls as they pick up litter.
Cursebutcher is sleeping in at his factory, all of his wards and seals taken down for some reason.
Prospero is running around, pretending to be Superman while doing mundane tasks for people like helping carry groceries and finding lost pets.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*My bro, take the compliment. Vibes can be as strong as deep character development. Hell, a lot of deep character development is to just achieve the vibe.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Like many things in this hell. Much worse than my high-school graduation...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Okay, taking the compliment. Wanna rp or somethin’ dawg?*
*Sure. Introed just above.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Damian, now back from the many many crimes he was being arrested for, and the crimes he committed after the fact, is also helping out, making up for the time he missed.
Rag decides to help Prospero where he can, though he doesn’t pretend to be a superhero himself, simply helping people reach things, moving things, and whenever someone doesn’t need help, playing with the children.
The Rabbit Spectre approaches, picking up a can for him. "Hey there, friend. How were things in Heaven? I heard it's pretty nice up there."
Prospero stops holding out his fist and making wooshing sounds after a while. "Wow, this heroing stuff is really fun when you don't have to fight anyone!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Leo spends some time exploring the town before he buys some cooking supplies, before entering the tavern and speaking to Felix. "This might be a weird request but can I borrow your kitchen?"
*Sorry I disappeared.*
He holds out the trash bag with a smile “Far too bright, everyone up there was either barely enjoying life or a [gp] , and everyone thought I wasn’t dangerous. Best vacation I’ve ever had.” He cackles.
He laughs heartily “That’s right, better to help without the need for violence. It really warms the heart to know there are people who still seek to help for nothing in return.”
"My, it's as bad as I assumed. How did that song go again? 'There's a hole in the world like a great black pit, and the vermin of the world inhabit it, and its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit, and it goes by the name of heaven...'"
"Ha! Nothing in return? I don't think anyone is that selfless. I want a better world! One where people are treated as equals, and help each other because they know that! I mean, doesn't that just sound wonderful? My ultimate goal is to see that in my lifetime! Something truly beautiful! Sounds kind of hedonistic, doesn't it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Felix lifts the little door so Leo can enter. "Go right ahead. You can't use stuff from the pantry, though. I'll bring you anything you don't have with you. I don't want my bosses thinking I've been mooching off the ingredient stores again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He cackles more at the song and continues cleaning “It was easily the best place I’ve blown up, but I think I’ll stick to this plane of existence for a while. I don’t think we’ve formally met, Damian Alterious.” He holds out a hand with a smile.
Rag shakes his head “I admire your ambition if not for anything else, that truly does sound like a beautiful world, and one I hope to live in if only for a year.” He leans down to be eye to eye with him “You are truly one who deserves to be called a hero.”
*so where’s Damian at right now? did he flee the country?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It is shaken by a supple white glove with no hesitation. "Charlie Pickler! Nice to meet you! I'm a bit of an improvement expert, and right now I'm training these ghouls in things like work ethic and problem-solving."
He chuckles. "If you insist! But really, I'm not here for admiration. It just helps me get closer to that goal. I want to inspire people to do what I do, even on a small scale! Helping your mom with the dishes is heroic, even if it isn't a big deal in the long run, but it's a step toward a better world, isn't it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Definitely not, he’s probably going to take a fake identity, but he hasn’t fled the country yet.*
*I’m deeply sorry, but I must go.*
*So where should Mauric be? What should he be doing?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh don’t you worry about that, all my magic uses cooking ingredients as components so I have quite the stockpile. Food is a bit harder to store long term, and while there is magic to keep things “fresh”…it’s just not the same.” Leo says as he pulls out a small box, pushing a button in the latch. The box then begins to expand on the table, growing several times larger to reveal many, many small drawers labeled with spices, herbs, and other seasonings mundane and rare.
Felix looks impressed. "Cool! Hey, have you ever heard of Manna? It's like, the building block of life. A fluffy white stuff that can be turned into just about any organic material, and certain other substances like salt and water. You can even make more complex things, like cooked foods! I knew a guy who knew how to harvest it, and he made barbecue out of it."
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 repairing his orrery.
Loriche is making gold decals of Abyssal Creole symbols for her armor.
Riotan is fishing for eels.
Vitroze, battered but still impeccably dressed, is making their way to the inn.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.