*Nikoli, I thought your French speaking character was cool, though I had to look up what he said each time if I couldn't just guess it from my background in Latin. If you ever use that character again, but don't want to be as confusing, you could have them say what they say in French, and then provide a translation, that way you can use that French, but people can understand it. Just a thought for you if you wanted to keep using French, feel free to completely ignore this.*
*announcement to all who shall see this, what may very well be my final post on this account.*
*this account, which I have had for 2 years, 4 months, and 28 days. Which I have over 46 thousand posts on during it's lifespan, which I have met so many amazing people on and grown so much as a person thanks to them.*
*this may be the end of it as I know it. My school laptop, which I used to talk to you all, has recently as of today, banned dndbeyond from use at all times. This means that during school hours, I have very little chance of being on properly. And while I am hoping to get this rectified, I don't want it to be gone without saying goodbye. I won't be leaving dndbeyond or the forums, but I will be off this account for the most part. My second half, AlaricBloodhunter_ is my Alt. They shall carry on my legacy as the last of my kind. Atleast until something changes.*
*Lawrence, I know we have different timezones, so I'll miss you the most, as we have a friendship that has made my life all the better. Theren, I'm so happy you're back, and I hope to continue to be able to rp with you in the future. Timber, aka Dragon, we may not have started out talking all that much. And I honestly didn't understand you that well. But now, I care for you as one of my closest friends, and I'd have it no other way. ATK, you've been chill. I'm glad you were there in my DnD journey. Niki, you'll always be the real one. An amazing rp-er and someone I'm glad to call a friend.*
*If this is goodbye, I am glad I was able to meet you all. You've helped drag me out of the deepest pits and down from the highest balconys these last few years. I don't think I'd be anywhere near the person I am today without you all, and I'm thankful for the life you gave me. If this isn't goodbye, then none of this is untrue, and I'll be back to my regular schedule.*
*but until then, I love you all. Platonically of course <3*
*announcement to all who shall see this, what may very well be my final post on this account.*
*this account, which I have had for 2 years, 4 months, and 28 days. Which I have over 46 thousand posts on during it's lifespan, which I have met so many amazing people on and grown so much as a person thanks to them.*
*this may be the end of it as I know it. My school laptop, which I used to talk to you all, has recently as of today, banned dndbeyond from use at all times. This means that during school hours, I have very little chance of being on properly. And while I am hoping to get this rectified, I don't want it to be gone without saying goodbye. I won't be leaving dndbeyond or the forums, but I will be off this account for the most part. My second half, AlaricBloodhunter_ is my Alt. They shall carry on my legacy as the last of my kind. Atleast until something changes.*
*Lawrence, I know we have different timezones, so I'll miss you the most, as we have a friendship that has made my life all the better. Theren, I'm so happy you're back, and I hope to continue to be able to rp with you in the future. Timber, aka Dragon, we may not have started out talking all that much. And I honestly didn't understand you that well. But now, I care for you as one of my closest friends, and I'd have it no other way. ATK, you've been chill. I'm glad you were there in my DnD journey. Niki, you'll always be the real one. An amazing rp-er and someone I'm glad to call a friend.*
*If this is goodbye, I am glad I was able to meet you all. You've helped drag me out of the deepest pits and down from the highest balconys these last few years. I don't think I'd be anywhere near the person I am today without you all, and I'm thankful for the life you gave me. If this isn't goodbye, then none of this is untrue, and I'll be back to my regular schedule.*
*but until then, I love you all. Platonically of course <3*
Kelipso is inside the library, growing a vibrant green plant with deep indigo flowers that sprouted from its leaves. The Tieflings winter wolf companion sat on the floor, nestled up against a bookcase.
The Professor was examining the arm of a hurt villager. The wound consisted of deep purple scars that were made from claws in a way. Logan-5 grumbled to himself as he steadied his microscope and watched as the drops from the antiseptic were killed off by violent bacteria.
Jackson is curled up, asleep, on the couch in the library. His hawk familiar and a Tressym with an attitude sat, curled up, next to him. From the dark circles under his eyes, he hasn’t slept all night except for this one time.
-The Bad Characters-
Aix is sleeping in an abandoned house on the outskirts of a village. His black fur is slick with wet blood and is riddled with deep gashes. He whimpers in his sleep, his claws digging into the creaky wooden floor.
The Brand is standing in a tall tree that overlooks a small village. He is quietly watching a village woman walk in and out of her house. He seems horribly focused on her. He grips his sniper rifle, a singular bullet in his hand.
Xan sat in his room, rubbing his shoulders. Bruises littered his pale skin from… something. He stood up and unfurled his leathery wings, stretching them a bit. He goes over to his closet and pulls out a white dress shirt, long black, high waisted pants, and heeled black boots.
*announcement to all who shall see this, what may very well be my final post on this account.*
*this account, which I have had for 2 years, 4 months, and 28 days. Which I have over 46 thousand posts on during it's lifespan, which I have met so many amazing people on and grown so much as a person thanks to them.*
*this may be the end of it as I know it. My school laptop, which I used to talk to you all, has recently as of today, banned dndbeyond from use at all times. This means that during school hours, I have very little chance of being on properly. And while I am hoping to get this rectified, I don't want it to be gone without saying goodbye. I won't be leaving dndbeyond or the forums, but I will be off this account for the most part. My second half, AlaricBloodhunter_ is my Alt. They shall carry on my legacy as the last of my kind. Atleast until something changes.*
*Lawrence, I know we have different timezones, so I'll miss you the most, as we have a friendship that has made my life all the better. Theren, I'm so happy you're back, and I hope to continue to be able to rp with you in the future. Timber, aka Dragon, we may not have started out talking all that much. And I honestly didn't understand you that well. But now, I care for you as one of my closest friends, and I'd have it no other way. ATK, you've been chill. I'm glad you were there in my DnD journey. Niki, you'll always be the real one. An amazing rp-er and someone I'm glad to call a friend.*
*If this is goodbye, I am glad I was able to meet you all. You've helped drag me out of the deepest pits and down from the highest balconys these last few years. I don't think I'd be anywhere near the person I am today without you all, and I'm thankful for the life you gave me. If this isn't goodbye, then none of this is untrue, and I'll be back to my regular schedule.*
*but until then, I love you all. Platonically of course <3*
*Your gonna kill me dude. But hope to see ya back!*
Kelipso is inside the library, growing a vibrant green plant with deep indigo flowers that sprouted from its leaves. The Tieflings winter wolf companion sat on the floor, nestled up against a bookcase.
The Professor was examining the arm of a hurt villager. The wound consisted of deep purple scars that were made from claws in a way. Logan-5 grumbled to himself as he steadied his microscope and watched as the drops from the antiseptic were killed off by violent bacteria.
Jackson is curled up, asleep, on the couch in the library. His hawk familiar and a Tressym with an attitude sat, curled up, next to him. From the dark circles under his eyes, he hasn’t slept all night except for this one time.
-The Bad Characters-
Aix is sleeping in an abandoned house on the outskirts of a village. His black fur is slick with wet blood and is riddled with deep gashes. He whimpers in his sleep, his claws digging into the creaky wooden floor.
The Brand is standing in a tall tree that overlooks a small village. He is quietly watching a village woman walk in and out of her house. He seems horribly focused on her. He grips his sniper rifle, a singular bullet in his hand.
Xan sat in his room, rubbing his shoulders. Bruises littered his pale skin from… something. He stood up and unfurled his leathery wings, stretching them a bit. He goes over to his closet and pulls out a white dress shirt, long black, high waisted pants, and heeled black boots.
There is something metallic put against The Brands head. "I'd think twice about what your doing."
Phoenix is sitting across from him, watching over him.
Kelipso is inside the library, growing a vibrant green plant with deep indigo flowers that sprouted from its leaves. The Tieflings winter wolf companion sat on the floor, nestled up against a bookcase.
The Professor was examining the arm of a hurt villager. The wound consisted of deep purple scars that were made from claws in a way. Logan-5 grumbled to himself as he steadied his microscope and watched as the drops from the antiseptic were killed off by violent bacteria.
Jackson is curled up, asleep, on the couch in the library. His hawk familiar and a Tressym with an attitude sat, curled up, next to him. From the dark circles under his eyes, he hasn’t slept all night except for this one time.
-The Bad Characters-
Aix is sleeping in an abandoned house on the outskirts of a village. His black fur is slick with wet blood and is riddled with deep gashes. He whimpers in his sleep, his claws digging into the creaky wooden floor.
The Brand is standing in a tall tree that overlooks a small village. He is quietly watching a village woman walk in and out of her house. He seems horribly focused on her. He grips his sniper rifle, a singular bullet in his hand.
Xan sat in his room, rubbing his shoulders. Bruises littered his pale skin from… something. He stood up and unfurled his leathery wings, stretching them a bit. He goes over to his closet and pulls out a white dress shirt, long black, high waisted pants, and heeled black boots.
There is something metallic put against The Brands head. "I'd think twice about what your doing."
Phoenix is sitting across from him, watching over him.
Brand stops then chuckles "You can try and kill me. More powerful people then you have tried"
Kelipso is inside the library, growing a vibrant green plant with deep indigo flowers that sprouted from its leaves. The Tieflings winter wolf companion sat on the floor, nestled up against a bookcase.
The Professor was examining the arm of a hurt villager. The wound consisted of deep purple scars that were made from claws in a way. Logan-5 grumbled to himself as he steadied his microscope and watched as the drops from the antiseptic were killed off by violent bacteria.
Jackson is curled up, asleep, on the couch in the library. His hawk familiar and a Tressym with an attitude sat, curled up, next to him. From the dark circles under his eyes, he hasn’t slept all night except for this one time.
-The Bad Characters-
Aix is sleeping in an abandoned house on the outskirts of a village. His black fur is slick with wet blood and is riddled with deep gashes. He whimpers in his sleep, his claws digging into the creaky wooden floor.
The Brand is standing in a tall tree that overlooks a small village. He is quietly watching a village woman walk in and out of her house. He seems horribly focused on her. He grips his sniper rifle, a singular bullet in his hand.
Xan sat in his room, rubbing his shoulders. Bruises littered his pale skin from… something. He stood up and unfurled his leathery wings, stretching them a bit. He goes over to his closet and pulls out a white dress shirt, long black, high waisted pants, and heeled black boots.
There is something metallic put against The Brands head. "I'd think twice about what your doing."
Phoenix is sitting across from him, watching over him.
Brand stops then chuckles "You can try and kill me. More powerful people then you have tried"
He stirs after awhile, blinking. He yawns.
"Yeah, and I've killed people more powerful than you. So put down the sniper, raise your hands and look at me."
Phoenix is sitting in a chair with his arms crossed. His mask is on a table.
Kelipso is inside the library, growing a vibrant green plant with deep indigo flowers that sprouted from its leaves. The Tieflings winter wolf companion sat on the floor, nestled up against a bookcase.
The Professor was examining the arm of a hurt villager. The wound consisted of deep purple scars that were made from claws in a way. Logan-5 grumbled to himself as he steadied his microscope and watched as the drops from the antiseptic were killed off by violent bacteria.
Jackson is curled up, asleep, on the couch in the library. His hawk familiar and a Tressym with an attitude sat, curled up, next to him. From the dark circles under his eyes, he hasn’t slept all night except for this one time.
-The Bad Characters-
Aix is sleeping in an abandoned house on the outskirts of a village. His black fur is slick with wet blood and is riddled with deep gashes. He whimpers in his sleep, his claws digging into the creaky wooden floor.
The Brand is standing in a tall tree that overlooks a small village. He is quietly watching a village woman walk in and out of her house. He seems horribly focused on her. He grips his sniper rifle, a singular bullet in his hand.
Xan sat in his room, rubbing his shoulders. Bruises littered his pale skin from… something. He stood up and unfurled his leathery wings, stretching them a bit. He goes over to his closet and pulls out a white dress shirt, long black, high waisted pants, and heeled black boots.
There is something metallic put against The Brands head. "I'd think twice about what your doing."
Phoenix is sitting across from him, watching over him.
Brand stops then chuckles "You can try and kill me. More powerful people then you have tried"
He stirs after awhile, blinking. He yawns.
"Yeah, and I've killed people more powerful than you. So put down the sniper, raise your hands and look at me."
Phoenix is sitting in a chair with his arms crossed. His mask is on a table.
Brand chuckles and does so. The sniper rifle clatters as it hits the ground below.
Kelipso is inside the library, growing a vibrant green plant with deep indigo flowers that sprouted from its leaves. The Tieflings winter wolf companion sat on the floor, nestled up against a bookcase.
The Professor was examining the arm of a hurt villager. The wound consisted of deep purple scars that were made from claws in a way. Logan-5 grumbled to himself as he steadied his microscope and watched as the drops from the antiseptic were killed off by violent bacteria.
Jackson is curled up, asleep, on the couch in the library. His hawk familiar and a Tressym with an attitude sat, curled up, next to him. From the dark circles under his eyes, he hasn’t slept all night except for this one time.
-The Bad Characters-
Aix is sleeping in an abandoned house on the outskirts of a village. His black fur is slick with wet blood and is riddled with deep gashes. He whimpers in his sleep, his claws digging into the creaky wooden floor.
The Brand is standing in a tall tree that overlooks a small village. He is quietly watching a village woman walk in and out of her house. He seems horribly focused on her. He grips his sniper rifle, a singular bullet in his hand.
Xan sat in his room, rubbing his shoulders. Bruises littered his pale skin from… something. He stood up and unfurled his leathery wings, stretching them a bit. He goes over to his closet and pulls out a white dress shirt, long black, high waisted pants, and heeled black boots.
There is something metallic put against The Brands head. "I'd think twice about what your doing."
Phoenix is sitting across from him, watching over him.
Brand stops then chuckles "You can try and kill me. More powerful people then you have tried"
He stirs after awhile, blinking. He yawns.
"Yeah, and I've killed people more powerful than you. So put down the sniper, raise your hands and look at me."
Phoenix is sitting in a chair with his arms crossed. His mask is on a table.
Brand chuckles and does so. The sniper rifle clatters as it hits the ground below.
Jack blinks "mn? Phoenix?"
There is a clone trooper in battered armor standing behind him with a blaster raised.
Kelipso is inside the library, growing a vibrant green plant with deep indigo flowers that sprouted from its leaves. The Tieflings winter wolf companion sat on the floor, nestled up against a bookcase.
The Professor was examining the arm of a hurt villager. The wound consisted of deep purple scars that were made from claws in a way. Logan-5 grumbled to himself as he steadied his microscope and watched as the drops from the antiseptic were killed off by violent bacteria.
Jackson is curled up, asleep, on the couch in the library. His hawk familiar and a Tressym with an attitude sat, curled up, next to him. From the dark circles under his eyes, he hasn’t slept all night except for this one time.
-The Bad Characters-
Aix is sleeping in an abandoned house on the outskirts of a village. His black fur is slick with wet blood and is riddled with deep gashes. He whimpers in his sleep, his claws digging into the creaky wooden floor.
The Brand is standing in a tall tree that overlooks a small village. He is quietly watching a village woman walk in and out of her house. He seems horribly focused on her. He grips his sniper rifle, a singular bullet in his hand.
Xan sat in his room, rubbing his shoulders. Bruises littered his pale skin from… something. He stood up and unfurled his leathery wings, stretching them a bit. He goes over to his closet and pulls out a white dress shirt, long black, high waisted pants, and heeled black boots.
There is something metallic put against The Brands head. "I'd think twice about what your doing."
Phoenix is sitting across from him, watching over him.
Brand stops then chuckles "You can try and kill me. More powerful people then you have tried"
He stirs after awhile, blinking. He yawns.
"Yeah, and I've killed people more powerful than you. So put down the sniper, raise your hands and look at me."
Phoenix is sitting in a chair with his arms crossed. His mask is on a table.
Brand chuckles and does so. The sniper rifle clatters as it hits the ground below.
Jack blinks "mn? Phoenix?"
There is a clone trooper in battered armor standing behind him with a blaster raised.
Phoenix waves.
"Uggggh. Didnt know I was on Hoth." He grumbles.
"How are you?" He asked and rubs his eyes. His Familar and Tressym both stretching
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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
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*Nikoli, I thought your French speaking character was cool, though I had to look up what he said each time if I couldn't just guess it from my background in Latin. If you ever use that character again, but don't want to be as confusing, you could have them say what they say in French, and then provide a translation, that way you can use that French, but people can understand it. Just a thought for you if you wanted to keep using French, feel free to completely ignore this.*
*Wait that's not fair, let me fail the math question first at least*
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( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Wait that's not fair, let me fail the math question first at least*
: Systems Online : Nikoli_Goodfellow Homebrew : My WIP Homebrew Class :
(\_/)
( u u)
o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?
*Ello’*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*lonely*
Mx. Otter (They/them/theirs)
Terry Pratchett & Brian Jacques. Best authors of all time. Change my mind.
Extended Signiture
*yerss*
Mx. Otter (They/them/theirs)
Terry Pratchett & Brian Jacques. Best authors of all time. Change my mind.
Extended Signiture
*announcement to all who shall see this, what may very well be my final post on this account.*
*this account, which I have had for 2 years, 4 months, and 28 days. Which I have over 46 thousand posts on during it's lifespan, which I have met so many amazing people on and grown so much as a person thanks to them.*
*this may be the end of it as I know it. My school laptop, which I used to talk to you all, has recently as of today, banned dndbeyond from use at all times. This means that during school hours, I have very little chance of being on properly. And while I am hoping to get this rectified, I don't want it to be gone without saying goodbye. I won't be leaving dndbeyond or the forums, but I will be off this account for the most part. My second half, AlaricBloodhunter_ is my Alt. They shall carry on my legacy as the last of my kind. Atleast until something changes.*
*Lawrence, I know we have different timezones, so I'll miss you the most, as we have a friendship that has made my life all the better. Theren, I'm so happy you're back, and I hope to continue to be able to rp with you in the future. Timber, aka Dragon, we may not have started out talking all that much. And I honestly didn't understand you that well. But now, I care for you as one of my closest friends, and I'd have it no other way. ATK, you've been chill. I'm glad you were there in my DnD journey. Niki, you'll always be the real one. An amazing rp-er and someone I'm glad to call a friend.*
*If this is goodbye, I am glad I was able to meet you all. You've helped drag me out of the deepest pits and down from the highest balconys these last few years. I don't think I'd be anywhere near the person I am today without you all, and I'm thankful for the life you gave me. If this isn't goodbye, then none of this is untrue, and I'll be back to my regular schedule.*
*but until then, I love you all. Platonically of course <3*
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
*NOOOOOO ALARIC!!!!!*
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
-The Good Characters-
Kelipso is inside the library, growing a vibrant green plant with deep indigo flowers that sprouted from its leaves. The Tieflings winter wolf companion sat on the floor, nestled up against a bookcase.
The Professor was examining the arm of a hurt villager. The wound consisted of deep purple scars that were made from claws in a way. Logan-5 grumbled to himself as he steadied his microscope and watched as the drops from the antiseptic were killed off by violent bacteria.
Jackson is curled up, asleep, on the couch in the library. His hawk familiar and a Tressym with an attitude sat, curled up, next to him. From the dark circles under his eyes, he hasn’t slept all night except for this one time.
-The Bad Characters-
Aix is sleeping in an abandoned house on the outskirts of a village. His black fur is slick with wet blood and is riddled with deep gashes. He whimpers in his sleep, his claws digging into the creaky wooden floor.
The Brand is standing in a tall tree that overlooks a small village. He is quietly watching a village woman walk in and out of her house. He seems horribly focused on her. He grips his sniper rifle, a singular bullet in his hand.
Xan sat in his room, rubbing his shoulders. Bruises littered his pale skin from… something. He stood up and unfurled his leathery wings, stretching them a bit. He goes over to his closet and pulls out a white dress shirt, long black, high waisted pants, and heeled black boots.
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
*Your gonna kill me dude. But hope to see ya back!*
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*Good morning.*
Mars is meditating.
Phoenix is reading.
*thinking of bringing back an older character.*
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There is something metallic put against The Brands head. "I'd think twice about what your doing."
Phoenix is sitting across from him, watching over him.
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Brand stops then chuckles "You can try and kill me. More powerful people then you have tried"
He stirs after awhile, blinking. He yawns.
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
*Alright alright. I mean I wasnt gonna make Phoenix originally have feelings for Jack but then it just started to happen sooo.*
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*Jack is Asexual and Demiromantic*
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
"Yeah, and I've killed people more powerful than you. So put down the sniper, raise your hands and look at me."
Phoenix is sitting in a chair with his arms crossed. His mask is on a table.
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Brand chuckles and does so. The sniper rifle clatters as it hits the ground below.
Jack blinks "mn? Phoenix?"
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
There is a clone trooper in battered armor standing behind him with a blaster raised.
Phoenix waves.
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"Uggggh. Didnt know I was on Hoth." He grumbles.
"How are you?" He asked and rubs his eyes. His Familar and Tressym both stretching
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