Dex: 19 Riotan simply allows this to happen. “A devil then? Shame. We could’ve gotten on so well.” He remarks sadly.
Success, For a Red Dragonborn his grip is surprisingly cold. He tries to speak, unhinging his jaw, a rumbling, deep voice coming out "D- devil? N...no." The simply words an intense struggle.
“Ah. Then perhaps a devotee of Tiamat? I’ve never met her personally, but I assume we’d have a few things in common.”
"N...no. Valentine...sisters." He walks into the forest, sitting on a tree stump, releasing Riotan. Riotan would probably of heard of them, but when he would have they were anything special, just some ambitious humans turned demons.
Rio gets to his feet, brushing off his sari. “Oh okay. Why’d you grab me? Not a complaint, just a question.”
"Was... following me. Tic- tickling mind." He puts his large hands to his head, obviously not understanding what Riotan is.
“Seems to me like you’re being controlled by something. Would you like it if I freed you from whoever’s doing it?”
He tilts his head, "Freed?" Blood begins to drip from his nose and ears, seemingly triggered by the word. He holds his head again.
“If it’s geas, then yes. You just need to swear loyalty to me instead.”
He continues to hold his head and bleed, grunting in pain, unable to piece together enough of a thought to respond.
“Here, let me help you answer, without the fettering of your physicality.” He unsheathes his fangs, which are cruelly bent and are surrounded by a spiky black, orange, and indigo aura, and gently scrapes them against Thane’s neck. They phase through the flesh, not hurting at all, and Riotan freezes up. Inside of Thane’s mind, a small manifestation of the demon prince appears, looking around for the mental representation of Thane that he can ask directly.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Cursebutcher is in the tavern, staring at a mirror as he drinks a bottle of beer. He pulls back his cheek with his finger, revealing unusually sharp teeth. He sighs, takes his finger out of his mouth, and takes a drink.
Dex: 19 Riotan simply allows this to happen. “A devil then? Shame. We could’ve gotten on so well.” He remarks sadly.
Success, For a Red Dragonborn his grip is surprisingly cold. He tries to speak, unhinging his jaw, a rumbling, deep voice coming out "D- devil? N...no." The simply words an intense struggle.
“Ah. Then perhaps a devotee of Tiamat? I’ve never met her personally, but I assume we’d have a few things in common.”
"N...no. Valentine...sisters." He walks into the forest, sitting on a tree stump, releasing Riotan. Riotan would probably of heard of them, but when he would have they were anything special, just some ambitious humans turned demons.
Rio gets to his feet, brushing off his sari. “Oh okay. Why’d you grab me? Not a complaint, just a question.”
"Was... following me. Tic- tickling mind." He puts his large hands to his head, obviously not understanding what Riotan is.
“Seems to me like you’re being controlled by something. Would you like it if I freed you from whoever’s doing it?”
He tilts his head, "Freed?" Blood begins to drip from his nose and ears, seemingly triggered by the word. He holds his head again.
“If it’s geas, then yes. You just need to swear loyalty to me instead.”
He continues to hold his head and bleed, grunting in pain, unable to piece together enough of a thought to respond.
“Here, let me help you answer, without the fettering of your physicality.” He unsheathes his fangs, which are cruelly bent and are surrounded by a spiky black, orange, and indigo aura, and gently scrapes them against Thane’s neck. They phase through the flesh, not hurting at all, and Riotan freezes up. Inside of Thane’s mind, a small manifestation of the demon prince appears, looking around for the mental representation of Thane that he can ask directly.
Inside his mind in a tempest of thoughts, most either expressions of the pain he once had to endure or orders from the Valentine sisters he has been forced to follow. Resting inside the storm, being constantly bombarded by the thoughts, the orders and the pain is Thane's inner manifestation. He looks almost identical to his outside form, the only differences being he looks more lively, more gentle than his physical form.
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Dex: 19 Riotan simply allows this to happen. “A devil then? Shame. We could’ve gotten on so well.” He remarks sadly.
Success, For a Red Dragonborn his grip is surprisingly cold. He tries to speak, unhinging his jaw, a rumbling, deep voice coming out "D- devil? N...no." The simply words an intense struggle.
“Ah. Then perhaps a devotee of Tiamat? I’ve never met her personally, but I assume we’d have a few things in common.”
"N...no. Valentine...sisters." He walks into the forest, sitting on a tree stump, releasing Riotan. Riotan would probably of heard of them, but when he would have they were anything special, just some ambitious humans turned demons.
Rio gets to his feet, brushing off his sari. “Oh okay. Why’d you grab me? Not a complaint, just a question.”
"Was... following me. Tic- tickling mind." He puts his large hands to his head, obviously not understanding what Riotan is.
“Seems to me like you’re being controlled by something. Would you like it if I freed you from whoever’s doing it?”
He tilts his head, "Freed?" Blood begins to drip from his nose and ears, seemingly triggered by the word. He holds his head again.
“If it’s geas, then yes. You just need to swear loyalty to me instead.”
He continues to hold his head and bleed, grunting in pain, unable to piece together enough of a thought to respond.
“Here, let me help you answer, without the fettering of your physicality.” He unsheathes his fangs, which are cruelly bent and are surrounded by a spiky black, orange, and indigo aura, and gently scrapes them against Thane’s neck. They phase through the flesh, not hurting at all, and Riotan freezes up. Inside of Thane’s mind, a small manifestation of the demon prince appears, looking around for the mental representation of Thane that he can ask directly.
Inside his mind in a tempest of thoughts, most either expressions of the pain he once had to endure or orders from the Valentine sisters he has been forced to follow. Resting inside the storm, being constantly bombarded by the thoughts, the orders and the pain is Thane's inner manifestation. He looks almost identical to his outside form, the only differences being he looks more lively, more gentle than his physical form.
Riotan walks over to Thane, maneuvering between the whirling thoughts. “So. Swear loyalty to me, and live a life free of control. Will you accept?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Cursebutcher is in the tavern, staring at a mirror as he drinks a bottle of beer. He pulls back his cheek with his finger, revealing unusually sharp teeth. He sighs, takes his finger out of his mouth, and takes a drink.
Damian is serving him happily, finally getting a chance to do his job while Domino is sleeping. He smiles, his soulless eyes looking to the Cursebutcher, his hands on the counter as they take their drink "Hello. I don't believe we've met, Damian Alterious." He holds out a hand.
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Riotan walks over to Thane, maneuvering between the whirling thoughts. “So. Swear loyalty to me, and live a life free of control. Will you accept?”
As he locks eyes with the true Thane, they see fear, but they also see resilience, his voice more prominent, more confident "Swearing loyalty to anyone isn't being free of control. Freedom is a basic right, do you have anything else to offer."
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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.'
Cursebutcher is in the tavern, staring at a mirror as he drinks a bottle of beer. He pulls back his cheek with his finger, revealing unusually sharp teeth. He sighs, takes his finger out of his mouth, and takes a drink.
Damian is serving him happily, finally getting a chance to do his job while Domino is sleeping. He smiles, his soulless eyes looking to the Cursebutcher, his hands on the counter as they take their drink "Hello. I don't believe we've met, Damian Alterious." He holds out a hand.
The Hunter wipes his own hand on his apron before shaking Damian's. "Cursebutcher. Nice to meet you, Damian." There's a hint of bitterness when he says his own name, as though it were the name of someone he disliked. The resentment near-instantly fades though, making the second sentence sound strange given that it is clearly sincere, but people don't usually switch emotional states at that speed. He smiles gently.
Cursebutcher is in the tavern, staring at a mirror as he drinks a bottle of beer. He pulls back his cheek with his finger, revealing unusually sharp teeth. He sighs, takes his finger out of his mouth, and takes a drink.
Damian is serving him happily, finally getting a chance to do his job while Domino is sleeping. He smiles, his soulless eyes looking to the Cursebutcher, his hands on the counter as they take their drink "Hello. I don't believe we've met, Damian Alterious." He holds out a hand.
The Hunter wipes his own hand on his apron before shaking Damian's. "Cursebutcher. Nice to meet you, Damian." There's a hint of bitterness when he says his own name, as though it were the name of someone he disliked. The resentment near-instantly fades though, making the second sentence sound strange given that it is clearly sincere, but people don't usually switch emotional states at that speed. He smiles gently.
Damian's hand carries a little dad strength, shaking theirs firmly. He smiles with his own sharp teeth "That's a name I haven't yet heard, doesn't sound like it gets you a lot of friends. Ever thought of getting a nickname?" He leans on the counter, looking him up and down "You would probably be a Tom, maybe a Borus. Definitely not a George." He rubs his chin, moving his dreads out of his face.
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Riotan walks over to Thane, maneuvering between the whirling thoughts. “So. Swear loyalty to me, and live a life free of control. Will you accept?”
As he locks eyes with the true Thane, they see fear, but they also see resilience, his voice more prominent, more confident "Swearing loyalty to anyone isn't being free of control. Freedom is a basic right, do you have anything else to offer."
“But the fact that you are loyal to me is a choice, and I offer true freedom. I offer the removal of all of society’s pressures and obligations, and only indulgence and joy shall be gifted. So saith I. But yet, I do not know if your curse is one I can break, so… weigh your options carefully.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Riotan walks over to Thane, maneuvering between the whirling thoughts. “So. Swear loyalty to me, and live a life free of control. Will you accept?”
As he locks eyes with the true Thane, they see fear, but they also see resilience, his voice more prominent, more confident "Swearing loyalty to anyone isn't being free of control. Freedom is a basic right, do you have anything else to offer."
“But the fact that you are loyal to me is a choice, and I offer true freedom. I offer the removal of all of society’s pressures and obligations, and only indulgence and joy shall be gifted. So saith I. But yet, I do not know if your curse is one I can break, so… weigh your options carefully.”
They are suddenly sitting in a bar, Thane taking a seat at the counter as another version of himself serves them drinks, the storm outside growing more and more distant, this place some kind of respite from it all. He downs a drink, the cup filling back up to full "Why would you do that? What do you get out of all this?"
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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.'
Riotan walks over to Thane, maneuvering between the whirling thoughts. “So. Swear loyalty to me, and live a life free of control. Will you accept?”
As he locks eyes with the true Thane, they see fear, but they also see resilience, his voice more prominent, more confident "Swearing loyalty to anyone isn't being free of control. Freedom is a basic right, do you have anything else to offer."
“But the fact that you are loyal to me is a choice, and I offer true freedom. I offer the removal of all of society’s pressures and obligations, and only indulgence and joy shall be gifted. So saith I. But yet, I do not know if your curse is one I can break, so… weigh your options carefully.”
They are suddenly sitting in a bar, Thane taking a seat at the counter as another version of himself serves them drinks, the storm outside growing more and more distant, this place some kind of respite from it all. He downs a drink, the cup filling back up to full "Why would you do that? What do you get out of all this?"
“A follower. Demons love having followers.” This whole time, Riotan has never broken eye contact with Thane.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Riotan walks over to Thane, maneuvering between the whirling thoughts. “So. Swear loyalty to me, and live a life free of control. Will you accept?”
As he locks eyes with the true Thane, they see fear, but they also see resilience, his voice more prominent, more confident "Swearing loyalty to anyone isn't being free of control. Freedom is a basic right, do you have anything else to offer."
“But the fact that you are loyal to me is a choice, and I offer true freedom. I offer the removal of all of society’s pressures and obligations, and only indulgence and joy shall be gifted. So saith I. But yet, I do not know if your curse is one I can break, so… weigh your options carefully.”
They are suddenly sitting in a bar, Thane taking a seat at the counter as another version of himself serves them drinks, the storm outside growing more and more distant, this place some kind of respite from it all. He downs a drink, the cup filling back up to full "Why would you do that? What do you get out of all this?"
“A follower. Demons love having followers.” This whole time, Riotan has never broken eye contact with Thane.
"Doesn't seem worth the effort, but that's what they wanted too." He hands them a drink, "Fix my curse and I'll consider it."
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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.'
“Here, let me help you answer, without the fettering of your physicality.” He unsheathes his fangs, which are cruelly bent and are surrounded by a spiky black, orange, and indigo aura, and gently scrapes them against Thane’s neck. They phase through the flesh, not hurting at all, and Riotan freezes up. Inside of Thane’s mind, a small manifestation of the demon prince appears, looking around for the mental representation of Thane that he can ask directly.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Cursebutcher is in the tavern, staring at a mirror as he drinks a bottle of beer. He pulls back his cheek with his finger, revealing unusually sharp teeth. He sighs, takes his finger out of his mouth, and takes a drink.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Inside his mind in a tempest of thoughts, most either expressions of the pain he once had to endure or orders from the Valentine sisters he has been forced to follow. Resting inside the storm, being constantly bombarded by the thoughts, the orders and the pain is Thane's inner manifestation. He looks almost identical to his outside form, the only differences being he looks more lively, more gentle than his physical form.
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.'
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Riotan walks over to Thane, maneuvering between the whirling thoughts. “So. Swear loyalty to me, and live a life free of control. Will you accept?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Damian is serving him happily, finally getting a chance to do his job while Domino is sleeping. He smiles, his soulless eyes looking to the Cursebutcher, his hands on the counter as they take their drink "Hello. I don't believe we've met, Damian Alterious." He holds out a 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.)
As he locks eyes with the true Thane, they see fear, but they also see resilience, his voice more prominent, more confident "Swearing loyalty to anyone isn't being free of control. Freedom is a basic right, do you have anything else to offer."
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.)
The Hunter wipes his own hand on his apron before shaking Damian's. "Cursebutcher. Nice to meet you, Damian." There's a hint of bitterness when he says his own name, as though it were the name of someone he disliked. The resentment near-instantly fades though, making the second sentence sound strange given that it is clearly sincere, but people don't usually switch emotional states at that speed. He smiles gently.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Damian's hand carries a little dad strength, shaking theirs firmly. He smiles with his own sharp teeth "That's a name I haven't yet heard, doesn't sound like it gets you a lot of friends. Ever thought of getting a nickname?" He leans on the counter, looking him up and down "You would probably be a Tom, maybe a Borus. Definitely not a George." He rubs his chin, moving his dreads out of his face.
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.)
“But the fact that you are loyal to me is a choice, and I offer true freedom. I offer the removal of all of society’s pressures and obligations, and only indulgence and joy shall be gifted. So saith I. But yet, I do not know if your curse is one I can break, so… weigh your options carefully.”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
They are suddenly sitting in a bar, Thane taking a seat at the counter as another version of himself serves them drinks, the storm outside growing more and more distant, this place some kind of respite from it all. He downs a drink, the cup filling back up to full "Why would you do that? What do you get out of all this?"
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.)
“A follower. Demons love having followers.” This whole time, Riotan has never broken eye contact with Thane.
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*good morning. I love Halloween dress up day at my school. Me and my friend pulled up as Mario and Luigi*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Doesn't seem worth the effort, but that's what they wanted too." He hands them a drink, "Fix my curse and I'll consider it."
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.)
*That’s so cool. Can you use any Bros. Moves?*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*we aren't coordinated enough for that :/ *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*How will you stop the Shroobs then??*
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*HAPPY HALLOWEEN MY SPOOKY SCRIMBLOS*
*Dang bro, tell me you're going to eat a lunch entirely of plants and mushrooms.*
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.)
*Happy Halloween fellow friend.*
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.)
*Gun. Thats how*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.