Sylvan, holding a glass of steak lemon, and Cerberus, holding his usual plant lute, approach the group. Sylvan takes one look at Joshua and Sweep and asks, “What’s happening?”
The Grim Sweeper turns to them. ANOTHER UNSATISFIED CUSTOMER.
Sylvan, holding a glass of steak lemon, and Cerberus, holding his usual plant lute, approach the group. Sylvan takes one look at Joshua and Sweep and asks, “What’s happening?”
"I honestly have no idea," Furshii says, who was also talking with them. "But to my understanding, Death and Joshua are arguing about something that has happened years ago, resulting in Joshua not being taken to the afterlife, as Death couldn't take him."
Cerberus hears this and makes multiple hand gestures.
“So the story of every being cursed to eternal torture?”
*If your character understands sign language, read the spoiler.*
HE PLEDGED HIS SOUL TO A DEMON. HE WOUND UP IN THAT DEMON'S SERVICE, AND IS TAKING OUT HIS ANGER AT ME. I PLAYED NO PART IN IT. IT WAS HIS OWN DECISION TO MAKE SUCH A FOOLISH ACTION.
“Yes I was quite the fool. No need to rub it in. Y’know, being in the service of a demon isn’t that bad. Look what I can do.”
He points his finger at a glass of water, and the water rises out of it before freezing in the shape of a hand flipping everyone the bird.
Death gives him a withering glare. YOU WERE JUST WEEPING AT MY FEET AND BEGGING FOR MY AID, AND NOW YOU DO THAT. MY RESPECT HAS DROPPED INTO THE ABYSS, WHERE YOU WILL STAY FOREVER IF THAT IS HOW YOU ACT.
MORTALS, THEY CAN BE SO PITIFUL AT TIMES AND THEN A SECOND LATER YOU WANT TO SWEEP ALL OF THEM OUT OF ETERNITY.
Sylvan, holding a glass of steak lemon, and Cerberus, holding his usual plant lute, approach the group. Sylvan takes one look at Joshua and Sweep and asks, “What’s happening?”
The Grim Sweeper turns to them. ANOTHER UNSATISFIED CUSTOMER.
Sylvan, holding a glass of steak lemon, and Cerberus, holding his usual plant lute, approach the group. Sylvan takes one look at Joshua and Sweep and asks, “What’s happening?”
"I honestly have no idea," Furshii says, who was also talking with them. "But to my understanding, Death and Joshua are arguing about something that has happened years ago, resulting in Joshua not being taken to the afterlife, as Death couldn't take him."
Cerberus hears this and makes multiple hand gestures.
“So the story of every being cursed to eternal torture?”
*If your character understands sign language, read the spoiler.*
HE PLEDGED HIS SOUL TO A DEMON. HE WOUND UP IN THAT DEMON'S SERVICE, AND IS TAKING OUT HIS ANGER AT ME. I PLAYED NO PART IN IT. IT WAS HIS OWN DECISION TO MAKE SUCH A FOOLISH ACTION.
“Yes I was quite the fool. No need to rub it in. Y’know, being in the service of a demon isn’t that bad. Look what I can do.”
He points his finger at a glass of water, and the water rises out of it before freezing in the shape of a hand flipping everyone the bird.
Death gives him a withering glare. YOU WERE JUST WEEPING AT MY FEET AND BEGGING FOR MY AID, AND NOW YOU DO THAT. MY RESPECT HAS DROPPED INTO THE ABYSS, WHERE YOU WILL STAY FOREVER IF THAT IS HOW YOU ACT.
MORTALS, THEY CAN BE SO PITIFUL AT TIMES AND THEN A SECOND LATER YOU WANT TO SWEEP ALL OF THEM OUT OF ETERNITY.
"Ah, well, I would argue that he's not exactly mortal anymore."
*alright ima go* Josh says, “I’ve gotta take a little bit of a break from this conversation. Let’s pick it up another time.”
And without another word, he falls through the floor, leaving horrible whispers in his wake.
*Aww, bye then!*
"Well, there he goes. So Death, how much time do I have left?"
HMMM, LET ME SEE. He pulls a fancifully decorated hourglass and holds it up to see how much sand it has left. It is held at an angle that you cannot clearly see its contents. INTERESTING. He places it back inside his robes, I AM SORRY, BUT FOR YOUR OWN SAKE, I PREFER TO KEEP THAT A SECRET.
"I'm sorry, but I must know. There is much at stake."
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*alright ima go* Josh says, “I’ve gotta take a little bit of a break from this conversation. Let’s pick it up another time.”
And without another word, he falls through the floor, leaving horrible whispers in his wake.
*Aww, bye then!*
"Well, there he goes. So Death, how much time do I have left?"
HMMM, LET ME SEE. He pulls a fancifully decorated hourglass and holds it up to see how much sand it has left. It is held at an angle that you cannot clearly see its contents. INTERESTING. He places it back inside his robes, I AM SORRY, BUT FOR YOUR OWN SAKE, I PREFER TO KEEP THAT A SECRET.
"I'm sorry, but I must know. There is much at stake."
Death studies him for quite a while before saying, HOW DO YOU HAVE MORE AT STAKE THEN THE ANY OTHER MORTAL?
*alright ima go* Josh says, “I’ve gotta take a little bit of a break from this conversation. Let’s pick it up another time.”
And without another word, he falls through the floor, leaving horrible whispers in his wake.
*Aww, bye then!*
"Well, there he goes. So Death, how much time do I have left?"
HMMM, LET ME SEE. He pulls a fancifully decorated hourglass and holds it up to see how much sand it has left. It is held at an angle that you cannot clearly see its contents. INTERESTING. He places it back inside his robes, I AM SORRY, BUT FOR YOUR OWN SAKE, I PREFER TO KEEP THAT A SECRET.
"I'm sorry, but I must know. There is much at stake."
Death studies him for quite a while before saying, HOW DO YOU HAVE MORE AT STAKE THEN THE ANY OTHER MORTAL?
"This staff I hold is the most powerful item in existence. If the god I'm hiding from gets it, he shall destroy all the universe."
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*alright ima go* Josh says, “I’ve gotta take a little bit of a break from this conversation. Let’s pick it up another time.”
And without another word, he falls through the floor, leaving horrible whispers in his wake.
*Aww, bye then!*
"Well, there he goes. So Death, how much time do I have left?"
HMMM, LET ME SEE. He pulls a fancifully decorated hourglass and holds it up to see how much sand it has left. It is held at an angle that you cannot clearly see its contents. INTERESTING. He places it back inside his robes, I AM SORRY, BUT FOR YOUR OWN SAKE, I PREFER TO KEEP THAT A SECRET.
"I'm sorry, but I must know. There is much at stake."
Death studies him for quite a while before saying, HOW DO YOU HAVE MORE AT STAKE THEN THE ANY OTHER MORTAL?
"This staff I hold is the most powerful item in existence. If the god I'm hiding from gets it, he shall destroy all the universe."
REALLY? THAT IS A DILEMMA. He pauses and strokes his bony chin in thought. HOW DID YOU COME TO POSSESS SUCH A POWERFUL ITEM?
*alright ima go* Josh says, “I’ve gotta take a little bit of a break from this conversation. Let’s pick it up another time.”
And without another word, he falls through the floor, leaving horrible whispers in his wake.
*Aww, bye then!*
"Well, there he goes. So Death, how much time do I have left?"
HMMM, LET ME SEE. He pulls a fancifully decorated hourglass and holds it up to see how much sand it has left. It is held at an angle that you cannot clearly see its contents. INTERESTING. He places it back inside his robes, I AM SORRY, BUT FOR YOUR OWN SAKE, I PREFER TO KEEP THAT A SECRET.
"I'm sorry, but I must know. There is much at stake."
Death studies him for quite a while before saying, HOW DO YOU HAVE MORE AT STAKE THEN THE ANY OTHER MORTAL?
"This staff I hold is the most powerful item in existence. If the god I'm hiding from gets it, he shall destroy all the universe."
REALLY? THAT IS A DILEMMA. He pauses and strokes his bony chin in thought. HOW DID YOU COME TO POSSESS SUCH A POWERFUL ITEM?
"It was made by several gods, and handed down through my ancestry. Only those in my line can fully grasp its power, and we get that ability from the god I am attempting to hide from."
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"My name is Dave," he replies, one of his eyes slowly gliding away.
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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You hear in your mind “boo-hoo. Get over it”
I’m Purplyte. Silly little weirdo.
𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇 𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐷 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐹𝑂𝑁𝑇.
𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 𝐵𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷
𝐹𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑃𝑀. 𝑂𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑅𝑃!
TOUCHE.
“Hello Dave, I’m Alexandria. What brings you here?”
"I'm sorry, but I must know. There is much at stake."
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella
"I like drinking."
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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“Alright then. Where are you from?”
He looks puzzled. "I don't know," he says. "Never thought much about it."
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
waitin on ya, ella
“…you don’t know where you are from?”
Death studies him for quite a while before saying, HOW DO YOU HAVE MORE AT STAKE THEN THE ANY OTHER MORTAL?
"...No. Probably someplace."
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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"This staff I hold is the most powerful item in existence. If the god I'm hiding from gets it, he shall destroy all the universe."
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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“…i believe that to be very likely. Do you like dragonchess?”
"Yes! ...How do you play?"
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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REALLY? THAT IS A DILEMMA. He pauses and strokes his bony chin in thought. HOW DID YOU COME TO POSSESS SUCH A POWERFUL ITEM?
“…are you drunk?” She asks, while taking a dragonchess set out of her bag of holding.
"It was made by several gods, and handed down through my ancestry. Only those in my line can fully grasp its power, and we get that ability from the god I am attempting to hide from."
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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"...I don't know. People say I act like it even when I'm not."
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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“… alright.” She sets up the pieces, and teaches them how to play.
"Okay, I think I get the basics. Ready to play?" he asks, scratching his fluffy red beard.
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The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
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