Okigaro is sitting outside, deboning some fish. She grumbles to herself and hands the bones to her dogs who nearly take off one of her fingers to snap up the bones.
William is opening the Red Plate for the lunch rush. He runs a hand through his short black hair, heading back towards the kitchen to wash his hands.
Home is grumbling to himself as he drags the plastic wrapped body bag into the basement, talking to himself about how annoying the body is and how he doesn't have a moment of peace with it.
Cadel seemingly appears beside Okigaro
"your dogs are so cute!"
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Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
Okigaro is sitting outside, deboning some fish. She grumbles to herself and hands the bones to her dogs who nearly take off one of her fingers to snap up the bones.
William is opening the Red Plate for the lunch rush. He runs a hand through his short black hair, heading back towards the kitchen to wash his hands.
Home is grumbling to himself as he drags the plastic wrapped body bag into the basement, talking to himself about how annoying the body is and how he doesn't have a moment of peace with it.
*Do you want any of mine? I think the only anime character I’m going to keep is Gon, maybe the doll child will visit Home.*
The new arrival is using his warhammer and nails while practicing against what appears to be some kind of fighting voodoo doll. He would throw nails into the air, propelling them with the warhammer swings into the doll, his eyes and hammer sparking with lightning.
Kharn watches from a distance, fingering his Kris.
After a dance of dodging and weaving, sticking many nails into the doll, storm clouds begin to gather, lightning crackling within. The nails begin to thump, until lightning strikes down, shaking the earth, and turning the doll to ash.
"Impressive." Kharn calls to the man(?).
The teenage boy turns, lean and strong, wearing a school uniform of black and electric yellow, his voice calm, despite being tired “Yeah, thanks.”
Kharn approaches, his cloak flowing behind him. The blackened silver of his armour glints in the sun and the gemstones in the eye sockets of his mask glow unnaturally. "No problem. What is your name?"
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
Okigaro is sitting outside, deboning some fish. She grumbles to herself and hands the bones to her dogs who nearly take off one of her fingers to snap up the bones.
William is opening the Red Plate for the lunch rush. He runs a hand through his short black hair, heading back towards the kitchen to wash his hands.
Home is grumbling to himself as he drags the plastic wrapped body bag into the basement, talking to himself about how annoying the body is and how he doesn't have a moment of peace with it.
*Timesplit*
Kharn is nearby where Okigaro is, sharpening his sword.
The hooded stranger is near the Red Plate, looking around.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
The fluffball smiles as if he doesn't see the devastating weapon pointed at his face. "Podmorski." He offers a cigarette that couldn't possibly be real with how intricate the designs on the paper are. "You look like you need one."
He takes the cigarette after holstering Rosemary back, lighting it with the tip of his fingers before taking in a big drag, his eyes growing tired “Well thank ya Podmorski, I did need it, more than ya think.” He blows a ring of smoke, sitting down on the ground “What are ya here for? If I may ask.”
"Oh, I'm just looking for something. It's always something. Food, hope, stimulation, a physical form... it can be anything."
Okigaro is sitting outside, deboning some fish. She grumbles to herself and hands the bones to her dogs who nearly take off one of her fingers to snap up the bones.
William is opening the Red Plate for the lunch rush. He runs a hand through his short black hair, heading back towards the kitchen to wash his hands.
Home is grumbling to himself as he drags the plastic wrapped body bag into the basement, talking to himself about how annoying the body is and how he doesn't have a moment of peace with it.
*If you're up for another interaction*
Podmorski sits nearby, watching and fitting together unusually shaped mechanical parts.
The fluffball smiles as if he doesn't see the devastating weapon pointed at his face. "Podmorski." He offers a cigarette that couldn't possibly be real with how intricate the designs on the paper are. "You look like you need one."
He takes the cigarette after holstering Rosemary back, lighting it with the tip of his fingers before taking in a big drag, his eyes growing tired “Well thank ya Podmorski, I did need it, more than ya think.” He blows a ring of smoke, sitting down on the ground “What are ya here for? If I may ask.”
"Oh, I'm just looking for something. It's always something. Food, hope, stimulation, a physical form... it can be anything."
He blows another puff of smoke “You know that ain’t an answer to me question, I asked what ya here for, you know I meant with me. Almost no one comes to me, unless they got problems or business.”
The new arrival is using his warhammer and nails while practicing against what appears to be some kind of fighting voodoo doll. He would throw nails into the air, propelling them with the warhammer swings into the doll, his eyes and hammer sparking with lightning.
Kharn watches from a distance, fingering his Kris.
After a dance of dodging and weaving, sticking many nails into the doll, storm clouds begin to gather, lightning crackling within. The nails begin to thump, until lightning strikes down, shaking the earth, and turning the doll to ash.
"Impressive." Kharn calls to the man(?).
The teenage boy turns, lean and strong, wearing a school uniform of black and electric yellow, his voice calm, despite being tired “Yeah, thanks.”
Kharn approaches, his cloak flowing behind him. The blackened silver of his armour glints in the sun and the gemstones in the eye sockets of his mask glow unnaturally. "No problem. What is your name?"
He puts the hammer head down, leaning on the hilt of the hammer, panting “Antonio, nice to meet you. Do you not feel like helping me out with the doll?” He says, looking a little injured from what seem to be the doll’s straw claws.
The new arrival is using his warhammer and nails while practicing against what appears to be some kind of fighting voodoo doll. He would throw nails into the air, propelling them with the warhammer swings into the doll, his eyes and hammer sparking with lightning.
Kharn watches from a distance, fingering his Kris.
After a dance of dodging and weaving, sticking many nails into the doll, storm clouds begin to gather, lightning crackling within. The nails begin to thump, until lightning strikes down, shaking the earth, and turning the doll to ash.
"Impressive." Kharn calls to the man(?).
The teenage boy turns, lean and strong, wearing a school uniform of black and electric yellow, his voice calm, despite being tired “Yeah, thanks.”
Kharn approaches, his cloak flowing behind him. The blackened silver of his armour glints in the sun and the gemstones in the eye sockets of his mask glow unnaturally. "No problem. What is your name?"
He puts the hammer head down, leaning on the hilt of the hammer, panting “Antonio, nice to meet you. Do you not feel like helping me out with the doll?” He says, looking a little injured from what seem to be the doll’s straw claws.
"I am Kharn, good to meet you." Kharn bows curtly. "And as for help, with what? If you want medicae I cannot help." His voice is harsh and wheezy, yet at the same time quite upper class and demure.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"Oh, I'm just looking for something. It's always something. Food, hope, stimulation, a physical form... it can be anything."
He blows another puff of smoke “You know that ain’t an answer to me question, I asked what ya here for, you know I meant with me. Almost no one comes to me, unless they got problems or business.”
He titters. "What makes you think I even know who you are?"
"Oh, I'm just looking for something. It's always something. Food, hope, stimulation, a physical form... it can be anything."
He blows another puff of smoke “You know that ain’t an answer to me question, I asked what ya here for, you know I meant with me. Almost no one comes to me, unless they got problems or business.”
He titters. "What makes you think I even know who you are?"
“Doesn’t matter if you know who I am, almost everyone wants something from someone, and most don’t care who gets in their way.”
The new arrival is using his warhammer and nails while practicing against what appears to be some kind of fighting voodoo doll. He would throw nails into the air, propelling them with the warhammer swings into the doll, his eyes and hammer sparking with lightning.
Kharn watches from a distance, fingering his Kris.
After a dance of dodging and weaving, sticking many nails into the doll, storm clouds begin to gather, lightning crackling within. The nails begin to thump, until lightning strikes down, shaking the earth, and turning the doll to ash.
"Impressive." Kharn calls to the man(?).
The teenage boy turns, lean and strong, wearing a school uniform of black and electric yellow, his voice calm, despite being tired “Yeah, thanks.”
Kharn approaches, his cloak flowing behind him. The blackened silver of his armour glints in the sun and the gemstones in the eye sockets of his mask glow unnaturally. "No problem. What is your name?"
He puts the hammer head down, leaning on the hilt of the hammer, panting “Antonio, nice to meet you. Do you not feel like helping me out with the doll?” He says, looking a little injured from what seem to be the doll’s straw claws.
"I am Kharn, good to meet you." Kharn bows curtly. "And as for help, with what? If you want medicae I cannot help." His voice is harsh and wheezy, yet at the same time quite upper class and demure.
He points to the ashes “I doubt that you don’t know how to fight, any help is better than none. So if you would have been nice enough to help, that would be great.” He begins to harvest the nails from the ashes.
The new arrival is using his warhammer and nails while practicing against what appears to be some kind of fighting voodoo doll. He would throw nails into the air, propelling them with the warhammer swings into the doll, his eyes and hammer sparking with lightning.
Kharn watches from a distance, fingering his Kris.
After a dance of dodging and weaving, sticking many nails into the doll, storm clouds begin to gather, lightning crackling within. The nails begin to thump, until lightning strikes down, shaking the earth, and turning the doll to ash.
"Impressive." Kharn calls to the man(?).
The teenage boy turns, lean and strong, wearing a school uniform of black and electric yellow, his voice calm, despite being tired “Yeah, thanks.”
Kharn approaches, his cloak flowing behind him. The blackened silver of his armour glints in the sun and the gemstones in the eye sockets of his mask glow unnaturally. "No problem. What is your name?"
He puts the hammer head down, leaning on the hilt of the hammer, panting “Antonio, nice to meet you. Do you not feel like helping me out with the doll?” He says, looking a little injured from what seem to be the doll’s straw claws.
"I am Kharn, good to meet you." Kharn bows curtly. "And as for help, with what? If you want medicae I cannot help." His voice is harsh and wheezy, yet at the same time quite upper class and demure.
He points to the ashes “I doubt that you don’t know how to fight, any help is better than none. So if you would have been nice enough to help, that would be great.” He begins to harvest the nails from the ashes.
"Oh, yes. I thought it was some form of training exercise, and did not want to interfere. I am sorry for my misunderstanding."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
He shakes his head “Don’t worry about it, it’s hard to tell when I’m training or fighting spirits, considering I have a straw training dummy just like this.”
Cadel seemingly appears beside Okigaro
"your dogs are so cute!"
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
*Do you want any of mine? I think the only anime character I’m going to keep is Gon, maybe the doll child will visit Home.*
Kharn approaches, his cloak flowing behind him. The blackened silver of his armour glints in the sun and the gemstones in the eye sockets of his mask glow unnaturally. "No problem. What is your name?"
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Cadel disappears back to his room to nap again*
Dungeon Master: Killing your charcters since 1974
Timeless, Boundless, Ruler of The Spire of Creation
*Timesplit*
Kharn is nearby where Okigaro is, sharpening his sword.
The hooded stranger is near the Red Plate, looking around.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"Oh, I'm just looking for something. It's always something. Food, hope, stimulation, a physical form... it can be anything."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Podmorski. My first name hasn't been used in so long that I've kind of forgotten it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If you're up for another interaction*
Podmorski sits nearby, watching and fitting together unusually shaped mechanical parts.
Tyrone is down there, feeding the hole.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"And I dislike my surname. You can call me Krail." He smiles again, producing a knife and taking a cut of the roast, putting it in his mouth.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
He blows another puff of smoke “You know that ain’t an answer to me question, I asked what ya here for, you know I meant with me. Almost no one comes to me, unless they got problems or business.”
He puts the hammer head down, leaning on the hilt of the hammer, panting “Antonio, nice to meet you. Do you not feel like helping me out with the doll?” He says, looking a little injured from what seem to be the doll’s straw claws.
"I am Kharn, good to meet you." Kharn bows curtly. "And as for help, with what? If you want medicae I cannot help." His voice is harsh and wheezy, yet at the same time quite upper class and demure.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
He titters. "What makes you think I even know who you are?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Doesn’t matter if you know who I am, almost everyone wants something from someone, and most don’t care who gets in their way.”
He points to the ashes “I doubt that you don’t know how to fight, any help is better than none. So if you would have been nice enough to help, that would be great.” He begins to harvest the nails from the ashes.
It's cooked pretty well, not too dry or undercooked, but it is just a roast. Nice, but nothing to write home about. "Nice to meet you, Krail."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh, yes. I thought it was some form of training exercise, and did not want to interfere. I am sorry for my misunderstanding."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"You too." Krail replies. "Best cooking I've ever tasted, which is unfortunately not much of a compliment coming from me."
*Gotta go*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*Cut for Ejo.*
He shakes his head “Don’t worry about it, it’s hard to tell when I’m training or fighting spirits, considering I have a straw training dummy just like this.”
"I really don't think you could help me, especially not in your current state."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels