Theren is outside stretching. He is in a tanktop and short. His tattoos visible, especially the flame one going all the way up his right arm.
*Do you want to deal with any of my characters? If so, who?*
*doesnt really matter*
*Fine.*
Damian walks over, his hair has grown long enough to be braided into Bob Marley like dreads, which is what he did. He walks over to Theren and taps them on his shoulder, trying to get his attention.
Theren turns, looking over his shoulder. "Whats up?"
"Do you want to come to my wedding?" He says, a smile on his face as bright as the sun.
"Wedding?" he says, confused. "Who are you getting married to? also do i know you?"
"You do know me. We've met before. I must not have left a last impression." He says shrugging before reaching out a hand "Damian."
"yeah. names not ringing a bell." he says, shaking his hand with the fire tattooed arm. "And sure, ill go to your wedding."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The last item is an oversized bottle of pure sunlight, burning with majesty. He places them all before Rag and gives a bow. "Thank you, Rag. It means a lot to me."
Rag stands up, taking a few steps back before bowing as well "Thank you as well Felix, this meal is much appreciated, and you don't have to thank me for helping you." He begins to dig into the food ravenously.
Felix smiles and begins to look through his other bags. Custom incense, a couple records to play on his portable gramophone, and some napkins and silverware. They all combine to intensify the experience greatly.
By the time he looks up most of the food is already gone, Rag seemed to be hungrier than he appeared. His scales burn out enough to turn the ground underneath him to magma, although he only uses it to be more comfortable.
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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.'
Theren is outside stretching. He is in a tanktop and short. His tattoos visible, especially the flame one going all the way up his right arm.
Phoenix is inside baking all sorts of things. Icing splatters his apron.
Leo is tinkering with a bunch of bronze orbs.
Thirteen walks outside with a sheaf of papers, looking manic and caffeinated.
"You alright?" he asks, cracking his back
“I will be.” He says quietly, his eyes wider than usual. “Do you know how this inn works in terms of ethereal occupation?”
"nope."
Thirteen strides over to him quickly, looking like Charlie Kelly in that one meme from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. He takes out and holds up several incomprehensible diagrams. “So this inn operates on a TARDIS principle, where its interior can far outsize its exterior. This indicates to me some level of overlap with the Resonant Layer, which is the second layer of the Great Wheel-concordant multiverse, particularly the Ethereal Plane. This means that it’s possible that this inn could extend far beyond what we know! And I’m positive that this is how the Others that are currently active have been hiding! Since the inn exists between both planar dimensions, truesight wouldn’t detect them as being outside of the material!”
"Woah...okay there buddy...calm down.."
“YOU CAN’T SAY IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE BECAUSE IT DOES MAKE SENSE I TESTED IT WITH ALL POSSIBLE VARIABLES”
"You need rest."
“NOT UNTIL I PASS THROUGH THE UNTOLD DIMENSIONS THAT KEEP ME FROM FINALLY AVENGING COUNTLESS WORLDS THAT HAVE BEEN CONQUERED, DRAINED, DEVOURED, AND FORGOTTEN”
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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.
Theren is outside stretching. He is in a tanktop and short. His tattoos visible, especially the flame one going all the way up his right arm.
Phoenix is inside baking all sorts of things. Icing splatters his apron.
Leo is tinkering with a bunch of bronze orbs.
Thirteen walks outside with a sheaf of papers, looking manic and caffeinated.
"You alright?" he asks, cracking his back
“I will be.” He says quietly, his eyes wider than usual. “Do you know how this inn works in terms of ethereal occupation?”
"nope."
Thirteen strides over to him quickly, looking like Charlie Kelly in that one meme from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. He takes out and holds up several incomprehensible diagrams. “So this inn operates on a TARDIS principle, where its interior can far outsize its exterior. This indicates to me some level of overlap with the Resonant Layer, which is the second layer of the Great Wheel-concordant multiverse, particularly the Ethereal Plane. This means that it’s possible that this inn could extend far beyond what we know! And I’m positive that this is how the Others that are currently active have been hiding! Since the inn exists between both planar dimensions, truesight wouldn’t detect them as being outside of the material!”
"Woah...okay there buddy...calm down.."
“YOU CAN’T SAY IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE BECAUSE IT DOES MAKE SENSE I TESTED IT WITH ALL POSSIBLE VARIABLES”
"You need rest."
“NOT UNTIL I PASS THROUGH THE UNTOLD DIMENSIONS THAT KEEP ME FROM FINALLY AVENGING COUNTLESS WORLDS THAT HAVE BEEN CONQUERED, DRAINED, DEVOURED, AND FORGOTTEN”
He grabs the back of his neck, pinching a nerve to make him go slack
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“This isn’t a shirt, you blind, fashionless fool.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. What happened? Or… should I not ask?”
"I'm the fashionless fool? I already told you you're a 6 at best." He takes his helmet off, revealing a handsome, although not as handsome as theirs, face and long black hair.
"They died in a battle, I survived said battle, it's not anything more than that."
“You flirt very aggressively. I bet whatever little god gives you your fancy little powers would hate you talking to me, wouldn’t they?”
“Wow. That’s kind of a weird coincidence. Something really similar to that happened to me.”
"I do a lot of things aggressively. I don't worship any gods, my power comes from my faith in myself." He says sticking his sword in between the broads of the tavern.
"Coincidences happen all the time. If you are a sister of battle like I, we should share a kinship."
“You ARE vain! Lovely!” He remarks excitedly, walking closer. “Some of my colleagues would find you absolutely adorable!”
“Well, I don’t know if I’d call myself that, but… what do you mean by a kinship?
"Another step and you will find this sword cuts through demons just fine." He says, putting his helmet back on.
"We are alike, similar, which means we can have some kinship." She says, looking at her blade.
He stops, but continues smirking at the Crusader, his wide ophidian mouth just barely concealing his fangs. “Can it get through ME, though?”
“Ohhhh. Yeah, I guess so.”
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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.
“This isn’t a shirt, you blind, fashionless fool.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. What happened? Or… should I not ask?”
"I'm the fashionless fool? I already told you you're a 6 at best." He takes his helmet off, revealing a handsome, although not as handsome as theirs, face and long black hair.
"They died in a battle, I survived said battle, it's not anything more than that."
“You flirt very aggressively. I bet whatever little god gives you your fancy little powers would hate you talking to me, wouldn’t they?”
“Wow. That’s kind of a weird coincidence. Something really similar to that happened to me.”
"I do a lot of things aggressively. I don't worship any gods, my power comes from my faith in myself." He says sticking his sword in between the broads of the tavern.
"Coincidences happen all the time. If you are a sister of battle like I, we should share a kinship."
“You ARE vain! Lovely!” He remarks excitedly, walking closer. “Some of my colleagues would find you absolutely adorable!”
“Well, I don’t know if I’d call myself that, but… what do you mean by a kinship?
"Another step and you will find this sword cuts through demons just fine." He says, putting his helmet back on.
"We are alike, similar, which means we can have some kinship." She says, looking at her blade.
He stops, but continues smirking at the Crusader, his wide ophidian mouth just barely concealing his fangs. “Can it get through ME, though?”
“Ohhhh. Yeah, I guess so.”
He stands up from his seat, finishes his drink "I don't want to waste my time finding out. Either you live another die, or I kill another demon, we gain nothing from trying."
Theren is outside stretching. He is in a tanktop and short. His tattoos visible, especially the flame one going all the way up his right arm.
Phoenix is inside baking all sorts of things. Icing splatters his apron.
Leo is tinkering with a bunch of bronze orbs.
Thirteen walks outside with a sheaf of papers, looking manic and caffeinated.
"You alright?" he asks, cracking his back
“I will be.” He says quietly, his eyes wider than usual. “Do you know how this inn works in terms of ethereal occupation?”
"nope."
Thirteen strides over to him quickly, looking like Charlie Kelly in that one meme from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. He takes out and holds up several incomprehensible diagrams. “So this inn operates on a TARDIS principle, where its interior can far outsize its exterior. This indicates to me some level of overlap with the Resonant Layer, which is the second layer of the Great Wheel-concordant multiverse, particularly the Ethereal Plane. This means that it’s possible that this inn could extend far beyond what we know! And I’m positive that this is how the Others that are currently active have been hiding! Since the inn exists between both planar dimensions, truesight wouldn’t detect them as being outside of the material!”
"Woah...okay there buddy...calm down.."
“YOU CAN’T SAY IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE BECAUSE IT DOES MAKE SENSE I TESTED IT WITH ALL POSSIBLE VARIABLES”
"You need rest."
“NOT UNTIL I PASS THROUGH THE UNTOLD DIMENSIONS THAT KEEP ME FROM FINALLY AVENGING COUNTLESS WORLDS THAT HAVE BEEN CONQUERED, DRAINED, DEVOURED, AND FORGOTTEN”
He grabs the back of his neck, pinching a nerve to make him go slack
Thirteen slumps, but manages to hold onto his papers, panting slightly and calming down a bit. “…sorry.”
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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.
"I'm kinda used to things not being normal, so I might fit in well. Maybe." They stop for a second, thinking of something. "What brings you here, and on a similar note... where exactly is here?"
"I am here because there are people here that want my help, so I help them. This is the Lord's Rest inn, a nexus for the most powerful beings in existence that isn't a divine war zone."
"That's a really noble cause. I... well, I'm not sure why I was sent here, but I was sent here by my boss. She seemed especially intrigued about what's going on here, so I assume it has something to do with the powerful beings you mentioned."
"Well if your boss wants to experiment on someone or do something else of the like they can come themselves. Otherwise I'd have to stop you from doing anything like that. I would hope I don't have to though." He takes her bowl and fills it back up before handing it back.
"Yeah, me either. Though, I'm pretty sure she's all good... like, 95% sure. So, odds are, I should be fine."
"Then make sure to eat up, get strong and do whatever you need to do while you're here."
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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.'
Felix smiles and begins to look through his other bags. Custom incense, a couple records to play on his portable gramophone, and some napkins and silverware. They all combine to intensify the experience greatly.
By the time he looks up most of the food is already gone, Rag seemed to be hungrier than he appeared. His scales burn out enough to turn the ground underneath him to magma, although he only uses it to be more comfortable.
Felix raises his eyebrows, then seems to remember something. He has one last item. "I didn't know how much heat you could handle, but it seems to be a lot. I couldn't do a lot with this ingredient, so I decided presentation should be the focus." He reaches into his bag... and pulls out a beautiful, custom-made adamant pot filled with molten metal of some sort. "This magma is filled with raw Anima, the essence of life and evolution. It exists in all living things, but in the Nightmare it swells to unearthly amounts. The lava is mixed and dredged up with utmost care, and is one of the most powerful probiotic substances out there... for beings that can stand the heat. It is usually used to forge living weapons, but if prepared the way I have, it becomes a delightful dish."
Theren is outside stretching. He is in a tanktop and short. His tattoos visible, especially the flame one going all the way up his right arm.
*Do you want to deal with any of my characters? If so, who?*
*doesnt really matter*
*Fine.*
Damian walks over, his hair has grown long enough to be braided into Bob Marley like dreads, which is what he did. He walks over to Theren and taps them on his shoulder, trying to get his attention.
Theren turns, looking over his shoulder. "Whats up?"
"Do you want to come to my wedding?" He says, a smile on his face as bright as the sun.
"Wedding?" he says, confused. "Who are you getting married to? also do i know you?"
"You do know me. We've met before. I must not have left a last impression." He says shrugging before reaching out a hand "Damian."
"yeah. names not ringing a bell." he says, shaking his hand with the fire tattooed arm. "And sure, ill go to your wedding."
"Either way I'd be happy to have ya there, and free food." He smiles as he pulls his hand back "I would recommend wearing something nice, but something you're willing to get dirty."
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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.'
"yeah. names not ringing a bell." he says, shaking his hand with the fire tattooed arm. "And sure, ill go to your wedding."
"Either way I'd be happy to have ya there, and free food." He smiles as he pulls his hand back "I would recommend wearing something nice, but something you're willing to get dirty."
He shrugs. "Okay. Whatever you say man."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix smiles and begins to look through his other bags. Custom incense, a couple records to play on his portable gramophone, and some napkins and silverware. They all combine to intensify the experience greatly.
By the time he looks up most of the food is already gone, Rag seemed to be hungrier than he appeared. His scales burn out enough to turn the ground underneath him to magma, although he only uses it to be more comfortable.
Felix raises his eyebrows, then seems to remember something. He has one last item. "I didn't know how much heat you could handle, but it seems to be a lot. I couldn't do a lot with this ingredient, so I decided presentation should be the focus." He reaches into his bag... and pulls out a beautiful, custom-made adamant pot filled with molten metal of some sort. "This magma is filled with raw Anima, the essence of life and evolution. It exists in all living things, but in the Nightmare it swells to unearthly amounts. The lava is mixed and dredged up with utmost care, and is one of the most powerful probiotic substances out there... for beings that can stand the heat. It is usually used to forge living weapons, but if prepared the way I have, it becomes a delightful dish."
He reaches out a hand and looks inside the pot "That looks like some serious heat. I've never tried any food too far out of the ordinary, but I'll try it I suppose." He opens the pot, wrenches his mouth open, and lets it pour down his throat, making sure to go fully dragon hybrid at the same time. His horns grow longer, his scale spread, and he grows even bigger.
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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.'
"yeah. names not ringing a bell." he says, shaking his hand with the fire tattooed arm. "And sure, ill go to your wedding."
"Either way I'd be happy to have ya there, and free food." He smiles as he pulls his hand back "I would recommend wearing something nice, but something you're willing to get dirty."
He shrugs. "Okay. Whatever you say man."
"Also, could you do me a favor and at least pretend to know me or something? Not like my family is coming, but I'd rather not look so stupid when strangers come to my wedding."
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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.'
"yeah. names not ringing a bell." he says, shaking his hand with the fire tattooed arm. "And sure, ill go to your wedding."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
By the time he looks up most of the food is already gone, Rag seemed to be hungrier than he appeared. His scales burn out enough to turn the ground underneath him to magma, although he only uses it to be more comfortable.
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.)
With a pop a bowl of ramen is suddenly in his hand.
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.)
“NOT UNTIL I PASS THROUGH THE UNTOLD DIMENSIONS THAT KEEP ME FROM FINALLY AVENGING COUNTLESS WORLDS THAT HAVE BEEN CONQUERED, DRAINED, DEVOURED, AND FORGOTTEN”
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 grabs the back of his neck, pinching a nerve to make him go slack
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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 stands up from his seat, finishes his drink "I don't want to waste my time finding out. Either you live another die, or I kill another demon, we gain nothing from trying."
"What could you have possibly thought I meant?"
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.)
Thirteen slumps, but manages to hold onto his papers, panting slightly and calming down a bit. “…sorry.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yeah. You need sleep man."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Then make sure to eat up, get strong and do whatever you need to do while you're here."
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.)
“Probably. But, uh, how are you?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Worried about you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Felix raises his eyebrows, then seems to remember something. He has one last item. "I didn't know how much heat you could handle, but it seems to be a lot. I couldn't do a lot with this ingredient, so I decided presentation should be the focus." He reaches into his bag... and pulls out a beautiful, custom-made adamant pot filled with molten metal of some sort. "This magma is filled with raw Anima, the essence of life and evolution. It exists in all living things, but in the Nightmare it swells to unearthly amounts. The lava is mixed and dredged up with utmost care, and is one of the most powerful probiotic substances out there... for beings that can stand the heat. It is usually used to forge living weapons, but if prepared the way I have, it becomes a delightful dish."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Either way I'd be happy to have ya there, and free food." He smiles as he pulls his hand back "I would recommend wearing something nice, but something you're willing to get dirty."
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'll be back*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He waves a hand. “I’m fine. I just think I may have solved something here. But I’ll take your advice. Though seriously, how are things going for you?”
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 shrugs. "Okay. Whatever you say man."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well enough." he mutters
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He reaches out a hand and looks inside the pot "That looks like some serious heat. I've never tried any food too far out of the ordinary, but I'll try it I suppose." He opens the pot, wrenches his mouth open, and lets it pour down his throat, making sure to go fully dragon hybrid at the same time. His horns grow longer, his scale spread, and he grows even bigger.
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.)
"Also, could you do me a favor and at least pretend to know me or something? Not like my family is coming, but I'd rather not look so stupid when strangers come to my wedding."
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.)