“Don’t remember sayin’ I cared. Come fer her again, an’ you’ll certainly regret it. Life don’t matter how long it is, it’s what ya do with the time ya got.” He says it like he’s quoting someone.
He sighs with them, still confused “Come on, you should tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help.”
"Still, killing me ain't gonna do you favors. For one, I have yet to die despite the multiple blunders I've been in." He grins "Gonna be worse for you as I keep coming back."
He shakes his head "Go take your lunch break."
“I ain’t one who isn’t patient. An’ you certainly ain’t the only one ta make stupid mistakes here. Look at me, threatenin’ somebody with a small army.” He smiles wide, putting his gloves back in his pocket.
He slowly nods, walking off to get himself something to eat, still confused
"Small army. A handful of folks. I got a family of hundreds." He scoffs.
Samaritan sits down on the loading dock, sighing.
“Hundreds? Must o’ took ya a while. The Mrs must be in tatters.” He cackles at his own joke “Ya heard o’ the Draco pardner? Big walkin’ lizard?”
"I can't have children. But they are folks who come from all walks of life, willing to help me."
He raises an eyebrow, interested “Huh, sounds like you an’ Deadeye would gotten along well enough under better circumstances.”
"Mn, don't know him but whatever. I am just warnibg you fer your own good."
He cackles with joy “I don’t care ‘bout my own good none, my sisters are demons after all. Warnin’ much appreciated, but I’m likely ta ignore it.”
"Then I am likely to ignore your's." He nods his head.
“Looks like we’re at an agreement. Ta stupid choices.” He raises his flask in a toast before downing it.
He summons his own, a golden one with a skull etched on it.
He looks to the flask “Now that just seems unnecessary, but I like it, it’s got style. We coulda been friends in a different world I suppose.”
"Mn, I doubt it. In every other world, I'm murdering your wife."
“Cept fer this one, cause I ain’t gonna let that one happen. Don’t want to kill ya right now, so when do ya want ta handle this?”
“Don’t remember sayin’ I cared. Come fer her again, an’ you’ll certainly regret it. Life don’t matter how long it is, it’s what ya do with the time ya got.” He says it like he’s quoting someone.
He sighs with them, still confused “Come on, you should tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help.”
"Still, killing me ain't gonna do you favors. For one, I have yet to die despite the multiple blunders I've been in." He grins "Gonna be worse for you as I keep coming back."
He shakes his head "Go take your lunch break."
“I ain’t one who isn’t patient. An’ you certainly ain’t the only one ta make stupid mistakes here. Look at me, threatenin’ somebody with a small army.” He smiles wide, putting his gloves back in his pocket.
He slowly nods, walking off to get himself something to eat, still confused
"Small army. A handful of folks. I got a family of hundreds." He scoffs.
Samaritan sits down on the loading dock, sighing.
“Hundreds? Must o’ took ya a while. The Mrs must be in tatters.” He cackles at his own joke “Ya heard o’ the Draco pardner? Big walkin’ lizard?”
"I can't have children. But they are folks who come from all walks of life, willing to help me."
He raises an eyebrow, interested “Huh, sounds like you an’ Deadeye would gotten along well enough under better circumstances.”
"Mn, don't know him but whatever. I am just warnibg you fer your own good."
He cackles with joy “I don’t care ‘bout my own good none, my sisters are demons after all. Warnin’ much appreciated, but I’m likely ta ignore it.”
"Then I am likely to ignore your's." He nods his head.
“Looks like we’re at an agreement. Ta stupid choices.” He raises his flask in a toast before downing it.
He summons his own, a golden one with a skull etched on it.
He looks to the flask “Now that just seems unnecessary, but I like it, it’s got style. We coulda been friends in a different world I suppose.”
"Mn, I doubt it. In every other world, I'm murdering your wife."
“Cept fer this one, cause I ain’t gonna let that one happen. Don’t want to kill ya right now, so when do ya want ta handle this?”
"Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't." He grins.
“Ah don’t be difficult now, if yer gonna try an’ kill my wife, just say that, I ain’t tryin’ ta put a bullet in between yer eyes an’ a member away from yer family.”
“Don’t remember sayin’ I cared. Come fer her again, an’ you’ll certainly regret it. Life don’t matter how long it is, it’s what ya do with the time ya got.” He says it like he’s quoting someone.
He sighs with them, still confused “Come on, you should tell me what’s going on, maybe I can help.”
"Still, killing me ain't gonna do you favors. For one, I have yet to die despite the multiple blunders I've been in." He grins "Gonna be worse for you as I keep coming back."
He shakes his head "Go take your lunch break."
“I ain’t one who isn’t patient. An’ you certainly ain’t the only one ta make stupid mistakes here. Look at me, threatenin’ somebody with a small army.” He smiles wide, putting his gloves back in his pocket.
He slowly nods, walking off to get himself something to eat, still confused
"Small army. A handful of folks. I got a family of hundreds." He scoffs.
Samaritan sits down on the loading dock, sighing.
“Hundreds? Must o’ took ya a while. The Mrs must be in tatters.” He cackles at his own joke “Ya heard o’ the Draco pardner? Big walkin’ lizard?”
"I can't have children. But they are folks who come from all walks of life, willing to help me."
He raises an eyebrow, interested “Huh, sounds like you an’ Deadeye would gotten along well enough under better circumstances.”
"Mn, don't know him but whatever. I am just warnibg you fer your own good."
He cackles with joy “I don’t care ‘bout my own good none, my sisters are demons after all. Warnin’ much appreciated, but I’m likely ta ignore it.”
"Then I am likely to ignore your's." He nods his head.
“Looks like we’re at an agreement. Ta stupid choices.” He raises his flask in a toast before downing it.
He summons his own, a golden one with a skull etched on it.
He looks to the flask “Now that just seems unnecessary, but I like it, it’s got style. We coulda been friends in a different world I suppose.”
"Mn, I doubt it. In every other world, I'm murdering your wife."
“Cept fer this one, cause I ain’t gonna let that one happen. Don’t want to kill ya right now, so when do ya want ta handle this?”
"Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't." He grins.
“Ah don’t be difficult now, if yer gonna try an’ kill my wife, just say that, I ain’t tryin’ ta put a bullet in between yer eyes an’ a member away from yer family.”
"I plan on it. She's done enough that I need to." He nods.
Xavier is on the roof of the tavern, stitching up some of his wounds, numbing the pain with Jagermeister®
He feels the room begin to heat up till it's unbearable. Samaritan taps him on the shoulder, his voice nearly an angry growl "You Xavier?"
Everything with-in him screams 'run', his stomach sinking. "That's not my name." He says, not technically lying
Samaritan narrows his golden eyes "Try that again and I'll turn you into tomorrow's lunch menu."
"Fine, I suppose, in a way... yes." He says while finishing a stitch, cutting the end of the thread with his teeth
"You annoyed a friend of mine. Riotan is his name. I tend to see a lot and I saw some things I don't like."
"He certainly got his pay-back" he says in a cutting tone, taking a swig from the bottle he pilfered from the tavern.
His head is suddenly slammed into the wooden bar as Samaritan takes a seat besides him "You see, I am not a big fan of the people I look after getting pestered by lower lives like you."
*they're on the roof.* He stands up, drawing his spoon, the blade ringing out. He presses it against their neck. "You don't have a right to judge the people of this world. You have no idea the things I have accomplished. I am the terror that dwells in this town, and I'm not a big fan of inbred [GP]s like you who have to control every aspect of their lives butting in on my handiwork." he gestures to the new precinct of Aspen. "That was once a large public garden, do you remember?!" he growls, jutting his spoon further against their throat. "I levelled it myself. Because He asked me to, and I could."
"You are nothing kid. Not a terror, not a menace, you are a pestering fly in my ear and in the ears of many. I suggest you stop because I am getting right annoyed of you at this moment and I've only known you for a few seconds." He snarls "Of every powerful creature in the universe, no one thinks of you once in that list.'
"Because I'm not stupid enough to attach my name to my actions." he cackles, shoving the spoon further, intent to cause damage. Attack: 15 Damage:22
"Fear is made through several ways, and you seem to be incapable of comprehending more than one. This universe knows nothing about my name, and it never will, only that which I cause." he takes off his blindfold, revealing black, pearly eyes with no pupils "You're bothering me." He says in a chilling tone.
The spoon does nothing as he dodges, suddenly a blur and behind him and kicking him in the back "You are stupid, weak, a pointless heap of life that should've been killed long ago. I have survived wars and seen better cowards than you. They know nothing of you because you are nothing."
The kick does little, and he sighs, clicking his tongue. "You are annoying, and a god awful poet." He has a soft, dreadful glow about him, no longer cackling, or psychotic. "If you insist on fighting, I suppose i'll actually try..." He makes a dig at their heart with his spoon, eyes glinting. Attack:28 Damage: 23 + 3 Dark damage.
That one hits but not badly. He sighs and rolls his shoulders, the cut and the damage already healing as soon as it breaks the skin "I won't fight someone weaker than me. It ruins the fun."
That one hits but not badly. He sighs and rolls his shoulders, the cut and the damage already healing as soon as it breaks the skin "I won't fight someone weaker than me. It ruins the fun."
"then we're in agreement... I'll send a nice bouquet and apologize to your.. friend, and you'll leave me alone till I make another screw up."
"Not yet. You did something bad and you face consequences. That's how the world works." He saysm
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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"Are you studying?" He asks politely
he approaches it curiously, gauging what type of dragon it is
Scott appears beside him "Hey.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't." He grins.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"H-hi...." he says soflty, looking over at him
(perception check if you'd like)
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"How're you?" He asks.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
his clothes and hands are stained with something
"I'm ok. I'm ok...." He leans on scott a bit, "How are you?"
“Ah don’t be difficult now, if yer gonna try an’ kill my wife, just say that, I ain’t tryin’ ta put a bullet in between yer eyes an’ a member away from yer family.”
"I plan on it. She's done enough that I need to." He nods.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"You don't seem it.." he looks worried.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
That one hits but not badly. He sighs and rolls his shoulders, the cut and the damage already healing as soon as it breaks the skin "I won't fight someone weaker than me. It ruins the fun."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I've had... a bad week." He says softly, before sitting up more, "But you! lets um... how have you been? I missed you"
Scott hugs him "What happened?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Who wants to hear me yap about my WIP character?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Tycho's breath catches in his throat, his arms wrapping around scott, "I... i don't..." he chokes back a sob, burying his face in scott's shoulder
*Yes please*
*I down to hear some yap.*
*Cut for Wendi.*
“So we’re at an agreement, I’m gonna put enough bullets in ya the casket’ll have ta be sealed shut.”
"Not yet. You did something bad and you face consequences. That's how the world works." He saysm
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘