*cut for Riotan, sorry my replies are taking so long. my internet is abysmal rn.*
Riotan strides up next to the angel, staring into their eyes with gleeful malice. “How interesting…”
If writhes about, snarling. Stroth silences it with a curb stomp to the skull "Anyways, I was thinking about using it for something. You want the parts I don't need?"
“Sure. Could be useful. But there’s something I’d also like to take, if you don’t object to me being here for a bit longer. As I probably mentioned, I eat pain, and this guy here is like a banquet.”
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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.
“Until I can get a different job, I’m probably gonna stay here.” Mauric says passively. “But if you spent all your money on the ring, how will you afford land deeds?”
The bullet misses just barely. Loriche runs after him and attempts to grapple him. “Nice try.” Strength: 13
"If I'm going to be honest, I am willing to go into debt for a happy family." He says with another chuckle "But that doesn't sound like a good idea now that I say it out loud."
He tries to push her off of him "What''s your problem lady?!" Strength Contest:20
“No, that’s an admirable mindset. But if you go too far below the line, you’re bound for failure regardless if you’re the happiest man in the world.”
Loriche is unable to keep her grip on him. “How did you know I was a woman? This armor has no gendered features!”
"Yeah, so I'll have to figure all of that out soon either way once I find a steady job outside of here." He says with a smile "You're great man, I needed this talk."
"Do you think I'm [gp]ing deaf?" He runs 30ft and tries to hide again after firing at her a third time. To hit:19 Damage:16 Stealth:24
“No problem. I know you’re gonna live the rest of your life in bliss. Well, partial bliss. The rest will be restless stress from taking care of a child. But it’ll be BLISSFUL stress!”
His shot misses once more. Loriche chases after him, but he successfully loses her.
"Ah my comfort zone, Blissful stress." He laughs and pats his back before heading to the tavern "I should put this suit up before she has a chance to see it. It's my wedding suit after all."
His voice comes from the forest "Leave me alone lady, you make money your way, I make money mine."
“Alright. I got a few things I’ve been putting off today anyway, so I guess I’ll see you around!” Mauric waves and smiles at Damian and walks off.
“No! I make cool magic swords and buckets and chains and horseshoes and stuff! You shoot people and steal things! These are fundamentally different concepts!”
He waves his friend off and goes into the tavern, leaving his suit in his room, putting the ring in his back pocket.
“You don’t know if those were good people! They probably stole all of this money anyway! It doesn’t matter how cool your swords are, mind your own business!”
“You’re not in a position to bargain here. You’ll run out of ammo eventually. But I don’t need food, sleep, or air, AND my armor is naturally electrified, AND I’m trained in combat styles from the minotaurs that inhabited this forest in the age before any construct of Man was in this region.”
“And I have a knife as well as a gun!” He says with a boisterous laugh “I’m not afraid of you or anything else after all I’ve seen. Either way, I’m not bargaining I’m telling you, you should let me go, because I can’t cast healing magic.”
“Ooh, everyone look out for the big scary man with his big scary knife, as if 40% of the people here couldn’t level nations with a sneeze. Just give back the gold and don’t let me catch you in my woods. I’ve been here for centuries; you’re another forgettable face with nothing worthwhile to offer.”
“I don’t care how forgettable I am, I did nothing to you, you shoot lightning at me. I shoot you back, you have the arrogance to [gp]ing complain about it. Insulting me won’t convince me to do anything other than shoot you again!” He stops and process what she said “Wait what was that about a sneeze?”
“Something like two gods and six demon princes here, I think. And most of them could indeed clear out this whole province in their sleep.”
He sighs and walks out of the woods “I’m [gp]ing dead aren’t I?” He says with another sigh “I really thought this was like anywhere else, but you don’t sound like you’re lying.”
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
“Until I can get a different job, I’m probably gonna stay here.” Mauric says passively. “But if you spent all your money on the ring, how will you afford land deeds?”
The bullet misses just barely. Loriche runs after him and attempts to grapple him. “Nice try.” Strength: 13
"If I'm going to be honest, I am willing to go into debt for a happy family." He says with another chuckle "But that doesn't sound like a good idea now that I say it out loud."
He tries to push her off of him "What''s your problem lady?!" Strength Contest:20
“No, that’s an admirable mindset. But if you go too far below the line, you’re bound for failure regardless if you’re the happiest man in the world.”
Loriche is unable to keep her grip on him. “How did you know I was a woman? This armor has no gendered features!”
"Yeah, so I'll have to figure all of that out soon either way once I find a steady job outside of here." He says with a smile "You're great man, I needed this talk."
"Do you think I'm [gp]ing deaf?" He runs 30ft and tries to hide again after firing at her a third time. To hit:19 Damage:16 Stealth:24
“No problem. I know you’re gonna live the rest of your life in bliss. Well, partial bliss. The rest will be restless stress from taking care of a child. But it’ll be BLISSFUL stress!”
His shot misses once more. Loriche chases after him, but he successfully loses her.
"Ah my comfort zone, Blissful stress." He laughs and pats his back before heading to the tavern "I should put this suit up before she has a chance to see it. It's my wedding suit after all."
His voice comes from the forest "Leave me alone lady, you make money your way, I make money mine."
“Alright. I got a few things I’ve been putting off today anyway, so I guess I’ll see you around!” Mauric waves and smiles at Damian and walks off.
“No! I make cool magic swords and buckets and chains and horseshoes and stuff! You shoot people and steal things! These are fundamentally different concepts!”
He waves his friend off and goes into the tavern, leaving his suit in his room, putting the ring in his back pocket.
“You don’t know if those were good people! They probably stole all of this money anyway! It doesn’t matter how cool your swords are, mind your own business!”
“You’re not in a position to bargain here. You’ll run out of ammo eventually. But I don’t need food, sleep, or air, AND my armor is naturally electrified, AND I’m trained in combat styles from the minotaurs that inhabited this forest in the age before any construct of Man was in this region.”
“And I have a knife as well as a gun!” He says with a boisterous laugh “I’m not afraid of you or anything else after all I’ve seen. Either way, I’m not bargaining I’m telling you, you should let me go, because I can’t cast healing magic.”
“Ooh, everyone look out for the big scary man with his big scary knife, as if 40% of the people here couldn’t level nations with a sneeze. Just give back the gold and don’t let me catch you in my woods. I’ve been here for centuries; you’re another forgettable face with nothing worthwhile to offer.”
“I don’t care how forgettable I am, I did nothing to you, you shoot lightning at me. I shoot you back, you have the arrogance to [gp]ing complain about it. Insulting me won’t convince me to do anything other than shoot you again!” He stops and process what she said “Wait what was that about a sneeze?”
“Something like two gods and six demon princes here, I think. And most of them could indeed clear out this whole province in their sleep.”
He sighs and walks out of the woods “I’m [gp]ing dead aren’t I?” He says with another sigh “I really thought this was like anywhere else, but you don’t sound like you’re lying.”
“A bunch of ghost riders hired me to make them nets to drag lost souls to the afterlife, and their archdemon boss gave me a bunch of magic steel from his hell for the lustful to help me finish it. I don’t lie about these things.”
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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.
"There's plenty of time to prepare, hun... Don't rush yourself."
He sighs “I don’t have enough time, I’m not the man I need to be for my kids. I need to be better.”
"Well, actually, you're right... you've only got about 40 days."
“[gppppppp] I’ve only got 40? That’s barely a month over. Okay okay okay. I’m not worried. I just need to become a better man in 40 days.”
"I'll help you, and it wont be so bad, okay? We'll get through this."
“It will be fine, everything will be fine.” He holds her tightly, “We are going to get through this, love conquers all right~” He says, a little sultry in his voice there.
"Don't use that tone with me, mister. we might end up going through this again." She says as an SM paw grabs the side of his face
He flinches and smiles “Sorry, we should stick to one kid for now, although we may end up with twins if we’re lucky.” He says moving with her hand, “40 days, and then we will have a kid.” He sighs and sits next to her “I hope I’m good enough. If you need anything I’ll be on your beck and call.” He reaches to his collar “But I should get this off before the kid comes round.”
"I swear if its more than one.." she says, sighing. She clicks her tongue, pulling his hand away from his neck. "That stays."
He lets her pull the hand away, a slight smirk on his face “Really? The collar stays?” He shakes his head “I wonder what they will be like. We will see.” He kisses her on the head.
"Im nervous, but..." She exhales. "We can do this." She smiles down at him. "Yes, it stays, tag and all. It's practically a ring."
“A ring from the first day we met? Why not, but if our kidS have any questions you’re going to have to explain.” He specifically says kids as he says it.
"I will explain if need be, but, as its not causing any problems, it stays."
“Fine. Whatever you say.” He laughs “I need to get something tomorrow.” He runs out quickly
*The next day*
Damian is in the tavern, waiting for Saphuno to give her something, which is the thing he needed to get. He’s got his regular clothes on, and is sitting at the counter.
The entire place goes quiet. "Not Azabrose. He wouldn't interfere if held at gunpoint." He mixes a boba tea casually. "An angel named Danlos. He guards a god named Senator Bluing. He owns what's left of my soul. Do whatever you wish with the angel, but Bluing must die. He's looking to crack down on immigrants, throwing anyone without proper pares in the Demon Pit. Proper papers being proof of citizenship."
“Fine, you want me to kill them, I will.” He begins to breath, the flames growing hotter and hotter “Lead the way, tell me where to go and I will handle it.”
"If you do not want to do it, you do not have to. But he is about 60ft above us." It sighs. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this, and even more so for making you mad. But if you're up to it, I'm sure most of us would appreciate it."
“I’m no mad, just lead the way, and I’ll break them, after which I’ll be gone from all of this, because I’m not going to be part of a war or something.”
Scott sits in the tavern, feverishly writing down what appears to be, at this point, eighteen pages of a story. A butterfly sits on the back his hand, it's wings pale pink. He looks like hasn't slept in days and, by the content of the table, his only drink has been cup after cup of coffee. He is dressed in light brown sweater and his long black hair is tied back into a bun.
Stroth is commiting more heinous acts that would get her labeled as a war criminal. She is currently peeling the skin off an angel to use for said experiment. She could've waited till it was dead but... where was the fun in when it was dead?
Donn is with on his children, picking out a new bag for her for a school she would be attending. She keeps disagreeing with him on the color despite all the colors being wrong apparently .
Tycho peeks over his shoulder, "You've been awake for 63 hours straight."
"Yes and no. It was over 36 but less than 50." He said, looking over.
"You should sleep."
"I need to finish this story idea. I got it last night!"
He sighs, "fine, but then you're sleeping."
"I-I can't! I have to write this!" He says, stumbling over his own words
"Scott." he says sternly, "You'll write better if you sleep"
He grumbles and shakes his head "it's gotta be fresh in my mind."
“Fine. Whatever you say.” He laughs “I need to get something tomorrow.” He runs out quickly
*The next day*
Damian is in the tavern, waiting for Saphuno to give her something, which is the thing he needed to get. He’s got his regular clothes on, and is sitting at the counter.
She walks out of her room just around 10:30. She's a bit scrunkly, still in her PJ's and yawning. She immediatley heads to make coffee.
He seems to be more stressed than he was even yesterday, just drinking his water with a shaky hand, also he’s drinking water, which is definitely out of the ordinary for the frequent alcoholic that is Damian.
“Sure. Could be useful. But there’s something I’d also like to take, if you don’t object to me being here for a bit longer. As I probably mentioned, I eat pain, and this guy here is like a banquet.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hey salem*
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 sighs and walks out of the woods “I’m [gp]ing dead aren’t I?” He says with another sigh “I really thought this was like anywhere else, but you don’t sound like you’re lying.”
(my internet sucks -v-)
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
*Damn, I had such a deep character planned out but I wound up with basically the same guy again.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“A bunch of ghost riders hired me to make them nets to drag lost souls to the afterlife, and their archdemon boss gave me a bunch of magic steel from his hell for the lustful to help me finish it. I don’t lie about these things.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Fine. Whatever you say.” He laughs “I need to get something tomorrow.” He runs out quickly
*The next day*
Damian is in the tavern, waiting for Saphuno to give her something, which is the thing he needed to get. He’s got his regular clothes on, and is sitting at the counter.
“I’m no mad, just lead the way, and I’ll break them, after which I’ll be gone from all of this, because I’m not going to be part of a war or something.”
*IS THAT A MOTHER[gp]ING JOJO REFERENCE‼️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️⁉️‼️⁉️⁉️⁉️*
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 sighs, "I will pick you up if i have to"
*i can relate to you so hard right now*
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 well that’s fine too. wanna rp?*
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 seems to be more stressed than he was even yesterday, just drinking his water with a shaky hand, also he’s drinking water, which is definitely out of the ordinary for the frequent alcoholic that is Damian.