Marie wanders into the bar, plopping next to them, ordering herself a drink. Her eyes are so tired she doesn't even recognize who sees sitting next to, just pounding drink after drink, able to hold her alcohol apparently.
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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.'
Marie wanders into the bar, plopping next to them, ordering herself a drink. Her eyes are so tired she doesn't even recognize who sees sitting next to, just pounding drink after drink, able to hold her alcohol apparently.
*Making a Rare magic trident for Felix, but I don't know what properties to give it. He already has ludicrous support and defense, and the party has enough damage already, so it should be primarily utility or control.*
*what can Felix do?*
*Felix is a master chef and cleric of Hospitality. He can give out absurd amounts of hit points, both temporary and regular. He specializes in giant cuisine and cooking rare and dangerous monsters. He only makes one attack, but it hits like a truck, especially since he can grow to Large size multiple times per rest.*
Marie wanders into the bar, plopping next to them, ordering herself a drink. Her eyes are so tired she doesn't even recognize who sees sitting next to, just pounding drink after drink, able to hold her alcohol apparently.
*This is not homosexual*
*Indeed, would you prefer James?*
*I need one gay relationship in here, dammit! yes pls*
*Say no more. I’ve got gays to spare. Although Marie is pan.*
James, just as clean shaven as ever strides into the tavern. Wearing a bright red suit with ivory detailing, and maroon tinted sunglasses. He has that villainous grin on his face as he takes a seat, his features have gotten seemingly more defined and sharp, his fangs glisten.
*Making a Rare magic trident for Felix, but I don't know what properties to give it. He already has ludicrous support and defense, and the party has enough damage already, so it should be primarily utility or control.*
*what can Felix do?*
*Felix is a master chef and cleric of Hospitality. He can give out absurd amounts of hit points, both temporary and regular. He specializes in giant cuisine and cooking rare and dangerous monsters. He only makes one attack, but it hits like a truck, especially since he can grow to Large size multiple times per rest.*
*how about something to immobilize someone. Like tying up meat*
Marie wanders into the bar, plopping next to them, ordering herself a drink. Her eyes are so tired she doesn't even recognize who sees sitting next to, just pounding drink after drink, able to hold her alcohol apparently.
*This is not homosexual*
*Indeed, would you prefer James?*
*I need one gay relationship in here, dammit! yes pls*
*Say no more. I’ve got gays to spare. Although Marie is pan.*
James, just as clean shaven as ever strides into the tavern. Wearing a bright red suit with ivory detailing, and maroon tinted sunglasses. He has that villainous grin on his face as he takes a seat, his features have gotten seemingly more defined and sharp, his fangs glisten.
*gives me an idea, ty very much*
"Damian? You got tall, dude... wow.."
*You are entirely welcome my dear friend. Also Damian isn’t very short, he’s like, 5’11-5’8*
He slicks back his hair, lowering his glasses “I think you’re confusing me with someone else, if there’s anyone half this handsome I’d love to meet em.” His voice as charming as always.
Marie wanders into the bar, plopping next to them, ordering herself a drink. Her eyes are so tired she doesn't even recognize who sees sitting next to, just pounding drink after drink, able to hold her alcohol apparently.
*This is not homosexual*
*Indeed, would you prefer James?*
*I need one gay relationship in here, dammit! yes pls*
*Say no more. I’ve got gays to spare. Although Marie is pan.*
James, just as clean shaven as ever strides into the tavern. Wearing a bright red suit with ivory detailing, and maroon tinted sunglasses. He has that villainous grin on his face as he takes a seat, his features have gotten seemingly more defined and sharp, his fangs glisten.
*gives me an idea, ty very much*
"Damian? You got tall, dude... wow.."
*You are entirely welcome my dear friend. Also Damian isn’t very short, he’s like, 5’11-5’8*
He slicks back his hair, lowering his glasses “I think you’re confusing me with someone else, if there’s anyone half this handsome I’d love to meet em.” His voice as charming as always.
*I assumed like, way early he was like 5'6ish.. mb...*
The vanity of the man is not lost on the drunken fox, but he smiles, though he's not sure why. "Well, sit with me, will ya? Have a drink or three."
*Honestly that would make more sense, and it’s funnier.*
He chuckles, standing up and sitting next to them “Oh why not, I’ve got nothing stopping me, I’ll pay for my own.” He begins ordering drinks, and despite his fancy look, his pounds them down like a pro.
Riotan is at the bar, looking morose and dramatic.
Sparrow walks into the bar, he’s stuffed two napkins where he’s been shot. He orders himself and Riotan a drink, not looking to him, but saying “I saw you run after that sniper, thanks fer that. This the least I can do I return.”
Marie wanders into the bar, plopping next to them, ordering herself a drink. Her eyes are so tired she doesn't even recognize who sees sitting next to, just pounding drink after drink, able to hold her alcohol apparently.
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.)
*Indeed, would you prefer James?*
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.)
*Felix is a master chef and cleric of Hospitality. He can give out absurd amounts of hit points, both temporary and regular. He specializes in giant cuisine and cooking rare and dangerous monsters. He only makes one attack, but it hits like a truck, especially since he can grow to Large size multiple times per rest.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Say no more. I’ve got gays to spare. Although Marie is pan.*
James, just as clean shaven as ever strides into the tavern. Wearing a bright red suit with ivory detailing, and maroon tinted sunglasses. He has that villainous grin on his face as he takes a seat, his features have gotten seemingly more defined and sharp, his fangs glisten.
*i was summoned*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*how about something to immobilize someone. Like tying up meat*
*WHO LET HIM LOOSE! THE WORLDS SHALL COLLAPSE IF HE IS TRULY FREED!*
*thats crazy dude*
*[summons a hurricane]*
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 are entirely welcome my dear friend. Also Damian isn’t very short, he’s like, 5’11-5’8*
He slicks back his hair, lowering his glasses “I think you’re confusing me with someone else, if there’s anyone half this handsome I’d love to meet em.” His voice as charming as always.
*Welp, guess the world is over. You chillin Jobah?*
Thirteen is finishing his next lesson plan for Paracelsus.
Mauric is making frittatas once more.
Loriche is working on making a homunculus crystal.
Riotan is at the bar, looking morose and dramatic.
Klei is fleeing from the authorities invisibly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Big chillin, just hanging out with some leftover spaghetti and some really crappy Pokemon ROM hacks to play and make fun of*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Honestly that would make more sense, and it’s funnier.*
He chuckles, standing up and sitting next to them “Oh why not, I’ve got nothing stopping me, I’ll pay for my own.” He begins ordering drinks, and despite his fancy look, his pounds them down like a pro.
Sparrow walks into the bar, he’s stuffed two napkins where he’s been shot. He orders himself and Riotan a drink, not looking to him, but saying “I saw you run after that sniper, thanks fer that. This the least I can do I return.”