"Well, I recently came into partnership with the Soul Ranchers, and I wanted to know what kind of weapons you are producing. And don't worry about the traps, I just teleported past them. Still almost got caught though, so good job on those." He gives her a thumbs up. It's glorious.
She gives him a thumbs up back. It’s less glorious. “Oh cool. I’m just making them some nets containing certain magically-inclined metals. That means the metals themselves aren’t magic, but they can have effects on magical properties. Like iron with fey and silver with… most other stuff, actually.”
He smiles. "Make sure it doesn't burn the spirits, though. I've discussed with them and they want to make the souls as comfortable as possible on their journey to the afterlife. I've got some Pleasure Steel if you think you can use that. It's used in... equipment out in the Lust District of the Demon Pit, my domain. I managed to get my hands on some, but I'm not sure if it would be best for this application. I'm no weaponsmith."
Loriche looks confused. “I’ve never heard of anything like that. How much is it?”
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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.
"Then a samurai. But anyway, I'm not training anymore. You seem more upset than usual, and I want to help you."
"If I needed your help I would ask for it. It is nothing more than I experience all the time." He says, his hands covered in what seems to be blood.
"You shouldn't have to experience it, though. You deserve to be happy."
"I choose to experience it. They deserve what they got in exchange." He says, before walking over, and with a flurry of quick blows a tree is destroyed, leaving his hands bleeding even more.
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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.'
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*With whom my good chum? Damian, Sanviento, a member of the DD cast, Rag, Grove, or someone else entirely? Possibly the Goblin slayer?*
*Who’s the most suggestible/emotionally unstable/power hungry/concupiscent character on this list? Whoever it is, them and Damian*
*So you want Chainsaw man? Or maybe you want the Shredder? Which one better fits the description? Of course Damian, He's absolutely insane.*
*wait you mean just straight up Denji? Also who’s the Shredder?*
*Yep, just Denji, you know I like playing crazy people. The Shredder from TMNT 2012.*
*I see. I guess Denji then. Concupiscent describes him very well.*
*That does describe him well enough,*
Damian is being Damian, but he's also braiding his hair into dreads. His hair has magically gotten much longer and now he has decided he's going to look like devil Bob Marley.
What appears to be a regular teen from the future is walking around the area. His shirt is covered in several stains, including blood that doesn't seem to be his. He is just looking for something interesting.
Mauric enters the inn, looking around aimlessly. He notices Damian. “Oh hey, I like the style. It works pretty well for you.”
Riotan is roving around the less affluent parts of town, looking for someone to attack and feed on.
Damian smiles at him with a wide grin "Glad somebody likes it, took me a long time to get all the knots out." He is playing the lute to serenade everyone in the tavern.
They run across the teen in an alley. He is holding a bowl of ramen in one hand which he is furiously eating.
Mauric sits next to him. “Any reason for it or did you just feel like a change?”
Riotan flicks out his tongue, hoping to discern the mental activity of this stranger, and also smell if he’s experiencing any pain at the moment. Make a Wisdom save.
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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.
*With whom my good chum? Damian, Sanviento, a member of the DD cast, Rag, Grove, or someone else entirely? Possibly the Goblin slayer?*
*Who’s the most suggestible/emotionally unstable/power hungry/concupiscent character on this list? Whoever it is, them and Damian*
*So you want Chainsaw man? Or maybe you want the Shredder? Which one better fits the description? Of course Damian, He's absolutely insane.*
*wait you mean just straight up Denji? Also who’s the Shredder?*
*Yep, just Denji, you know I like playing crazy people. The Shredder from TMNT 2012.*
*I see. I guess Denji then. Concupiscent describes him very well.*
*That does describe him well enough,*
Damian is being Damian, but he's also braiding his hair into dreads. His hair has magically gotten much longer and now he has decided he's going to look like devil Bob Marley.
What appears to be a regular teen from the future is walking around the area. His shirt is covered in several stains, including blood that doesn't seem to be his. He is just looking for something interesting.
Mauric enters the inn, looking around aimlessly. He notices Damian. “Oh hey, I like the style. It works pretty well for you.”
Riotan is roving around the less affluent parts of town, looking for someone to attack and feed on.
Damian smiles at him with a wide grin "Glad somebody likes it, took me a long time to get all the knots out." He is playing the lute to serenade everyone in the tavern.
They run across the teen in an alley. He is holding a bowl of ramen in one hand which he is furiously eating.
Mauric sits next to him. “Any reason for it or did you just feel like a change?”
Riotan flicks out his tongue, hoping to discern the mental activity of this stranger, and also smell if he’s experiencing any pain at the moment. Make a Wisdom save.
"My hair kinda just grew this long so I decided it might be fun." He says, having to move hair out of his face every minute.
He chooses to fail the save. He has felt so much pain it's nearly crushing just to sense, as for mental activity there isn't much outside of base instincts.
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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.'
He smiles. "Make sure it doesn't burn the spirits, though. I've discussed with them and they want to make the souls as comfortable as possible on their journey to the afterlife. I've got some Pleasure Steel if you think you can use that. It's used in... equipment out in the Lust District of the Demon Pit, my domain. I managed to get my hands on some, but I'm not sure if it would be best for this application. I'm no weaponsmith."
Loriche looks confused. “I’ve never heard of anything like that. How much is it?”
"I got about 200 pounds. It weighs slightly less than regular steel. It is extremely non-conductive to souls, meaning it can trap them even in mortal bodies, and spirits cannot pass through it. It's somewhat soft, though, which worries me. It's supposed to be absolutely wonderful to touch, giving the same level of pleasure as petting a kitten that loves you very much. You can imagine its typical uses."
*Anywhoozle. I am now back. God has defeated me unfortunately.*
The Soul Ranchers are playing a game of cards out in the field at their camp they set up. Their horses are grazing on the grass despite having no digestive track to eat.
Stroth is getting high and writing an essay about the space time continum. If she is going to be stuck here, she is going to have fun after all.
*Anywhoozle. I am now back. God has defeated me unfortunately.*
The Soul Ranchers are playing a game of cards out in the field at their camp they set up. Their horses are grazing on the grass despite having no digestive track to eat.
Stroth is getting high and writing an essay about the space time continum. If she is going to be stuck here, she is going to have fun after all.
*Anywhoozle. I am now back. God has defeated me unfortunately.*
Stroth is getting high and writing an essay about the space time continum. If she is going to be stuck here, she is going to have fun after all.
*Hmm, who should get high with Stroth? Damian the frequent alcoholic, Sanviento the scientist, or one of my many characters from the worlds outside of this one.*
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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.'
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Anywhoozle. I am now back. God has defeated me unfortunately.*
The Soul Ranchers are playing a game of cards out in the field at their camp they set up. Their horses are grazing on the grass despite having no digestive track to eat.
Stroth is getting high and writing an essay about the space time continum. If she is going to be stuck here, she is going to have fun after all.
*Anywhoozle. I am now back. God has defeated me unfortunately.*
Stroth is getting high and writing an essay about the space time continum. If she is going to be stuck here, she is going to have fun after all.
*Hmm, who should get high with Stroth? Damian the frequent alcoholic, Sanviento the scientist, or one of my many characters from the worlds outside of this one.*
He smiles. "Make sure it doesn't burn the spirits, though. I've discussed with them and they want to make the souls as comfortable as possible on their journey to the afterlife. I've got some Pleasure Steel if you think you can use that. It's used in... equipment out in the Lust District of the Demon Pit, my domain. I managed to get my hands on some, but I'm not sure if it would be best for this application. I'm no weaponsmith."
Loriche looks confused. “I’ve never heard of anything like that. How much is it?”
"I got about 200 pounds. It weighs slightly less than regular steel. It is extremely non-conductive to souls, meaning it can trap them even in mortal bodies, and spirits cannot pass through it. It's somewhat soft, though, which worries me. It's supposed to be absolutely wonderful to touch, giving the same level of pleasure as petting a kitten that loves you very much. You can imagine its typical uses."
“…no I can’t. But I haven’t lived with a society for centuries, and even then it was just with a few minotaur hunting bands, back before humans and elves and stuff came to this side of the lake.”
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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.
"You shouldn't have to experience it, though. You deserve to be happy."
"I choose to experience it. They deserve what they got in exchange." He says, before walking over, and with a flurry of quick blows a tree is destroyed, leaving his hands bleeding even more.
*I just got to eat some fresh hot chocolate chip cookies!*
*all this is a little intense for me, I'll be back later. also tell wendo I pmd him*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*With whom my good chum? Damian, Sanviento, a member of the DD cast, Rag, Grove, or someone else entirely? Possibly the Goblin slayer?*
*Who’s the most suggestible/emotionally unstable/power hungry/concupiscent character on this list? Whoever it is, them and Damian*
*So you want Chainsaw man? Or maybe you want the Shredder? Which one better fits the description? Of course Damian, He's absolutely insane.*
*wait you mean just straight up Denji? Also who’s the Shredder?*
*Yep, just Denji, you know I like playing crazy people. The Shredder from TMNT 2012.*
*I see. I guess Denji then. Concupiscent describes him very well.*
*That does describe him well enough,*
Damian is being Damian, but he's also braiding his hair into dreads. His hair has magically gotten much longer and now he has decided he's going to look like devil Bob Marley.
What appears to be a regular teen from the future is walking around the area. His shirt is covered in several stains, including blood that doesn't seem to be his. He is just looking for something interesting.
Mauric enters the inn, looking around aimlessly. He notices Damian. “Oh hey, I like the style. It works pretty well for you.”
Riotan is roving around the less affluent parts of town, looking for someone to attack and feed on.
Damian smiles at him with a wide grin "Glad somebody likes it, took me a long time to get all the knots out." He is playing the lute to serenade everyone in the tavern.
They run across the teen in an alley. He is holding a bowl of ramen in one hand which he is furiously eating.
Mauric sits next to him. “Any reason for it or did you just feel like a change?”
Riotan flicks out his tongue, hoping to discern the mental activity of this stranger, and also smell if he’s experiencing any pain at the moment. Make a Wisdom save.
"My hair kinda just grew this long so I decided it might be fun." He says, having to move hair out of his face every minute.
He chooses to fail the save. He has felt so much pain it's nearly crushing just to sense, as for mental activity there isn't much outside of base instincts.
“Cool. So how’s it going with you and Saphuno?”
Very interested now, Riotan leans against the wall of a house and watches Denji walk closer.
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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.
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Loriche looks confused. “I’ve never heard of anything like that. How much is it?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I choose to experience it. They deserve what they got in exchange." He says, before walking over, and with a flurry of quick blows a tree is destroyed, leaving his hands bleeding even more.
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.)
(what happened)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Mauric sits next to him. “Any reason for it or did you just feel like a change?”
Riotan flicks out his tongue, hoping to discern the mental activity of this stranger, and also smell if he’s experiencing any pain at the moment. Make a Wisdom save.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(count me in)
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
"My hair kinda just grew this long so I decided it might be fun." He says, having to move hair out of his face every minute.
He chooses to fail the save. He has felt so much pain it's nearly crushing just to sense, as for mental activity there isn't much outside of base instincts.
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.)
"I got about 200 pounds. It weighs slightly less than regular steel. It is extremely non-conductive to souls, meaning it can trap them even in mortal bodies, and spirits cannot pass through it. It's somewhat soft, though, which worries me. It's supposed to be absolutely wonderful to touch, giving the same level of pleasure as petting a kitten that loves you very much. You can imagine its typical uses."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anywhoozle. I am now back. God has defeated me unfortunately.*
The Soul Ranchers are playing a game of cards out in the field at their camp they set up. Their horses are grazing on the grass despite having no digestive track to eat.
Stroth is getting high and writing an essay about the space time continum. If she is going to be stuck here, she is going to have fun after all.
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
Shade sneaks up behind her and nicks the bottle
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Hmm, who should get high with Stroth? Damian the frequent alcoholic, Sanviento the scientist, or one of my many characters from the worlds outside of this one.*
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.)
*hello*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Stroth raises a brow "Why would you do that?"
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
*Any of them is fine honestly :)*
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
*Herro.*
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.)
Shade smirks and takes a swig. "mine now"
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
“…no I can’t. But I haven’t lived with a society for centuries, and even then it was just with a few minotaur hunting bands, back before humans and elves and stuff came to this side of the lake.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I just got to eat some fresh hot chocolate chip cookies!*
"But did that make you happy?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Stroth rubs their temples "Annoying..." They grumble
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
*all this is a little intense for me, I'll be back later. also tell wendo I pmd him*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Cool. So how’s it going with you and Saphuno?”
Very interested now, Riotan leans against the wall of a house and watches Denji walk closer.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.