In the distance there is something flying, floating down from the clouds on two pairs of angelic wings, both black as midnight. The figure attached to the wings is wearing a cloak, adding an air of mystery to them, like an angel fallen from heaven. They land and immediately begin walking around, their wings going into their back. They seems to be in search of something, or possibly someone.
Thirteen raises his head, examining this figure.
Underneath the cloak it is hard to see but there are two glowing eyes, eerily similar to Damian's strange eyes. There seem to be scars around his neck that glow softly with several others under the cloak.
In the distance there is something flying, floating down from the clouds on two pairs of angelic wings, both black as midnight. The figure attached to the wings is wearing a cloak, adding an air of mystery to them, like an angel fallen from heaven. They land and immediately begin walking around, their wings going into their back. They seems to be in search of something, or possibly someone.
Thirteen raises his head, examining this figure.
Underneath the cloak it is hard to see but there are two glowing eyes, eerily similar to Damian's strange eyes. There seem to be scars around his neck that glow softly with several others under the cloak.
"I do believe we may have spoken before..." He mutters. He casts protection from evil and good on himself, which shields him from celestials.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
In the distance there is something flying, floating down from the clouds on two pairs of angelic wings, both black as midnight. The figure attached to the wings is wearing a cloak, adding an air of mystery to them, like an angel fallen from heaven. They land and immediately begin walking around, their wings going into their back. They seems to be in search of something, or possibly someone.
Thirteen raises his head, examining this figure.
Underneath the cloak it is hard to see but there are two glowing eyes, eerily similar to Damian's strange eyes. There seem to be scars around his neck that glow softly with several others under the cloak.
"I do believe we may have spoken before..." He mutters. He casts protection from evil and good on himself, which shields him from celestials.
He looks at Thirteen and tilts his head "What the [gp] are you talking about. I've never met you before." He then pokes Thirteen, revealing he's not a celestial but just an Aasimar with two sets of wings.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
In the distance there is something flying, floating down from the clouds on two pairs of angelic wings, both black as midnight. The figure attached to the wings is wearing a cloak, adding an air of mystery to them, like an angel fallen from heaven. They land and immediately begin walking around, their wings going into their back. They seems to be in search of something, or possibly someone.
Thirteen raises his head, examining this figure.
Underneath the cloak it is hard to see but there are two glowing eyes, eerily similar to Damian's strange eyes. There seem to be scars around his neck that glow softly with several others under the cloak.
"I do believe we may have spoken before..." He mutters. He casts protection from evil and good on himself, which shields him from celestials.
He looks at Thirteen and tilts his head "What the [gp] are you talking about. I've never met you before." He then pokes Thirteen, revealing he's not a celestial but just an Aasimar with two sets of wings.
"Oh, sorry. I thought you might have been a god that possessed one of my friends. It's nice to meet you though. Welcome to the Inn."
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
In the distance there is something flying, floating down from the clouds on two pairs of angelic wings, both black as midnight. The figure attached to the wings is wearing a cloak, adding an air of mystery to them, like an angel fallen from heaven. They land and immediately begin walking around, their wings going into their back. They seems to be in search of something, or possibly someone.
Thirteen raises his head, examining this figure.
Underneath the cloak it is hard to see but there are two glowing eyes, eerily similar to Damian's strange eyes. There seem to be scars around his neck that glow softly with several others under the cloak.
"I do believe we may have spoken before..." He mutters. He casts protection from evil and good on himself, which shields him from celestials.
He looks at Thirteen and tilts his head "What the [gp] are you talking about. I've never met you before." He then pokes Thirteen, revealing he's not a celestial but just an Aasimar with two sets of wings.
"Oh, sorry. I thought you might have been a god that possessed one of my friends. It's nice to meet you though. Welcome to the Inn."
"It's okay, I seem to get that a lot. Nice to meet you too. So is it Damian here or Alejandro?" He takes off his cloak, revealing a kind (if a bit tired) face.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
In the distance there is something flying, floating down from the clouds on two pairs of angelic wings, both black as midnight. The figure attached to the wings is wearing a cloak, adding an air of mystery to them, like an angel fallen from heaven. They land and immediately begin walking around, their wings going into their back. They seems to be in search of something, or possibly someone.
Thirteen raises his head, examining this figure.
Underneath the cloak it is hard to see but there are two glowing eyes, eerily similar to Damian's strange eyes. There seem to be scars around his neck that glow softly with several others under the cloak.
"I do believe we may have spoken before..." He mutters. He casts protection from evil and good on himself, which shields him from celestials.
He looks at Thirteen and tilts his head "What the [gp] are you talking about. I've never met you before." He then pokes Thirteen, revealing he's not a celestial but just an Aasimar with two sets of wings.
"Oh, sorry. I thought you might have been a god that possessed one of my friends. It's nice to meet you though. Welcome to the Inn."
"It's okay, I seem to get that a lot. Nice to meet you too. So is it Damian here or Alejandro?" He takes off his cloak, revealing a kind (if a bit tired) face.
"So you do know them. It's Damian. But I am Thirteen."
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"So you do know them. It's Damian. But I am Thirteen."
"Well when you share three parts of the same curse you have to know each other. I am Sanveinto."
*not with the jojo name bruh*
“That curse being?”
*It's all I could think of.*
"I don't remember and I probably wasn't supposed to remember."
“I see. In what way were you all cursed?”
"Damian and I are occasionally possessed. Our bodies were changed from their original form, and our minds are altered forever."
“Curious.” He takes out his journal. “I feel like I’ve heard of something similar to this, somehow.”
"Anyway what happened when he was possessed?" He pulls out a journal of his own, the ink shifting constantly.
Thirteen begins flipping through the pages, seemingly for far longer than the book’s size should allow. “The standard. Glowing eyes, speaking Latin, condescension, and nauseating aftereffects on the victim.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"So you do know them. It's Damian. But I am Thirteen."
"Well when you share three parts of the same curse you have to know each other. I am Sanveinto."
*not with the jojo name bruh*
“That curse being?”
*It's all I could think of.*
"I don't remember and I probably wasn't supposed to remember."
“I see. In what way were you all cursed?”
"Damian and I are occasionally possessed. Our bodies were changed from their original form, and our minds are altered forever."
“Curious.” He takes out his journal. “I feel like I’ve heard of something similar to this, somehow.”
"Anyway what happened when he was possessed?" He pulls out a journal of his own, the ink shifting constantly.
Thirteen begins flipping through the pages, seemingly for far longer than the book’s size should allow. “The standard. Glowing eyes, speaking Latin, condescension, and nauseating aftereffects on the victim.”
He writes down what he says nodding "No bleeding from the eyes or ears, interesting. You seem to have experience with this sort of thing." He then closes the journal "Where is he?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
"So you do know them. It's Damian. But I am Thirteen."
"Well when you share three parts of the same curse you have to know each other. I am Sanveinto."
*not with the jojo name bruh*
“That curse being?”
*It's all I could think of.*
"I don't remember and I probably wasn't supposed to remember."
“I see. In what way were you all cursed?”
"Damian and I are occasionally possessed. Our bodies were changed from their original form, and our minds are altered forever."
“Curious.” He takes out his journal. “I feel like I’ve heard of something similar to this, somehow.”
"Anyway what happened when he was possessed?" He pulls out a journal of his own, the ink shifting constantly.
Thirteen begins flipping through the pages, seemingly for far longer than the book’s size should allow. “The standard. Glowing eyes, speaking Latin, condescension, and nauseating aftereffects on the victim.”
He writes down what he says nodding "No bleeding from the eyes or ears, interesting. You seem to have experience with this sort of thing." He then closes the journal "Where is he?"
“I… don’t know. But I am experienced. My best friend is very frequently possessed by all manner of gods and demons.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Underneath the cloak it is hard to see but there are two glowing eyes, eerily similar to Damian's strange eyes. There seem to be scars around his neck that glow softly with several others under the cloak.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"I do believe we may have spoken before..." He mutters. He casts protection from evil and good on himself, which shields him from celestials.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He looks at Thirteen and tilts his head "What the [gp] are you talking about. I've never met you before." He then pokes Thirteen, revealing he's not a celestial but just an Aasimar with two sets of wings.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"Oh, sorry. I thought you might have been a god that possessed one of my friends. It's nice to meet you though. Welcome 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.
"It's okay, I seem to get that a lot. Nice to meet you too. So is it Damian here or Alejandro?" He takes off his cloak, revealing a kind (if a bit tired) face.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
"So you do know them. It's Damian. But I am Thirteen."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well when you share three parts of the same curse you have to know each other. I am Sanveinto."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*not with the jojo name bruh*
“That curse being?”
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's all I could think of.*
"I don't remember and I probably wasn't supposed to remember."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Boink.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“I see. In what way were you all cursed?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Damian and I are occasionally possessed. Our bodies were changed from their original form, and our minds are altered forever."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Curious.” He takes out his journal. “I feel like I’ve heard of something similar to this, somehow.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Anyway what happened when he was possessed?" He pulls out a journal of his own, the ink shifting constantly.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Thirteen begins flipping through the pages, seemingly for far longer than the book’s size should allow. “The standard. Glowing eyes, speaking Latin, condescension, and nauseating aftereffects on the victim.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He writes down what he says nodding "No bleeding from the eyes or ears, interesting. You seem to have experience with this sort of thing." He then closes the journal "Where is he?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“I… don’t know. But I am experienced. My best friend is very frequently possessed by all manner of gods and demons.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well, I guess I'll have to find him later." He sighs "Do you want to get a drink?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
Flint is hanging around in an alleyway, playing his lute to a tribe of raccoons
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
An ancient red dragon looks an eye into the alleyway, it has a familiar feeling about it for some reason.