*I’m here, does anyone want to rp? Also, how are y’all doing?*
*i’m good and i’d love to. how’re you doing?*
*I’m doin’ good, Bloodborne campaign starting, who you want?*
*Bloodborne campaign? That sounds awesome. Sadly, I haven’t played Bloodborne yet but I will someday soon*
*I’ll take Merabelle, Thane, and John*
*You don’t have to know to take part, unfortunately we got a full squad. Wish you could be part.*
Merabelle has tied rope around her fists and legs, now hitting trees to build her resistance back up from what it used to be, the trees cracking under her strength.
John is having a drink alone, he hasn’t forgotten the cult he’s now a part of, but he does nothing to spite Riotan as much as possible.
Thane has been trying to actually follow the cult’s whole deal, and it has been going better than expected, apparently people like an attractive and kind golden Dragonborn.
Hayden is nearby, tinkering with what resembles an old ham radio. She occasionally glances up at Merabelle but always quickly looks back down.
He can’t shake the feeling that there’s a strange and unholy presence nearby…
Rio has been keeping tabs on Thane in various forms, similar to before.
Merabelle doesn’t turn or stop “I ain’t gonna bite sweetheart, ya can come over an’ get a closer look if ya want, if ya don’t, it’s real rude ta stare.”
He sighs, cracking his neck “Who’s watching me now.” He grumbles under his breath, grabbing his blade.
He continues to ignore the tabs, wanting to believe that Riotan trusts him to handle things himself, but knows that he won’t.
*I’m here, does anyone want to rp? Also, how are y’all doing?*
*i’m good and i’d love to. how’re you doing?*
*I’m doin’ good, Bloodborne campaign starting, who you want?*
*Bloodborne campaign? That sounds awesome. Sadly, I haven’t played Bloodborne yet but I will someday soon*
*I’ll take Merabelle, Thane, and John*
*You don’t have to know to take part, unfortunately we got a full squad. Wish you could be part.*
Merabelle has tied rope around her fists and legs, now hitting trees to build her resistance back up from what it used to be, the trees cracking under her strength.
John is having a drink alone, he hasn’t forgotten the cult he’s now a part of, but he does nothing to spite Riotan as much as possible.
Thane has been trying to actually follow the cult’s whole deal, and it has been going better than expected, apparently people like an attractive and kind golden Dragonborn.
Hayden is nearby, tinkering with what resembles an old ham radio. She occasionally glances up at Merabelle but always quickly looks back down.
He can’t shake the feeling that there’s a strange and unholy presence nearby…
Rio has been keeping tabs on Thane in various forms, similar to before.
Merabelle doesn’t turn or stop “I ain’t gonna bite sweetheart, ya can come over an’ get a closer look if ya want, if ya don’t, it’s real rude ta stare.”
He sighs, cracking his neck “Who’s watching me now.” He grumbles under his breath, grabbing his blade.
He continues to ignore the tabs, wanting to believe that Riotan trusts him to handle things himself, but knows that he won’t.
Hayden blushes and continues working on the radio silently, seemingly now casting a spell on it.
A massive marilith made of various corpse parts stands close by, breathing heavily. It has the six arms of multiple different humans, the main body of a crocodile, the trunk and tail of a giant snake, and the head of an elk. Its eyes roll madly and foam dribbles from between its sewn-together jaw.
Currently, Rio has taken the form of a yuan-ti pureblood woman, following Thane from a good distance away.
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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.
Merabelle rolls her eyes and walks over to lean over their shoulder “What’re you doin’ then sweetheart?”
He quickly puts his sword on the table in front of him, watching the creature with a curious gaze, wondering what it may be doing. He thinks to himself “Best not to act before you know someone else’s intentions.” He continues to drink and watch them.
Thane eventually stops, talking to a shopkeeper, occasionally looking into the eyes of Riotan’s disguise directly.
Felix is buying everyone round after round of drinks at the tavern, to the point that they've stopped cheering.
Mauric goes over to him, smiling. “You’re being real charitable today, huh?”
"Yup. Can't take it with me, right?" He lays his cheek on the bar and sighs.
“Um… what do you mean?” Mauric looks slightly worried.
"There's this shinigami named Omi who decided because I was rude to him that I die tomorrow. He hasn't shown up yet, but he said if I apologized to him he would let me live. Kinda hard to do that when he seems to have fallen off the face of the earth. Anyway, evidently he altered my fate before so that some guy would fall in love with me for no reason, get upset that I wasn't interested in him the instant he came on to me, and kill himself. I don't think that's really forgiveable, so I got mad and called Omi some nasty things. Now I don't have to worry about tomorrow I guess."
Merabelle rolls her eyes and walks over to lean over their shoulder “What’re you doin’ then sweetheart?”
He quickly puts his sword on the table in front of him, watching the creature with a curious gaze, wondering what it may be doing. He thinks to himself “Best not to act before you know someone else’s intentions.” He continues to drink and watch them.
Thane eventually stops, talking to a shopkeeper, occasionally looking into the eyes of Riotan’s disguise directly.
“Oh, this is the project that I’ve been working on for months now. I’m trying to create the ultimate blend of psionics and technology, and create a radio that can tune in to telepathy!”
The marilith doesn’t act or move. John would, however, recognize the style of demon as being Riotan’s, since he always assembles his minion demons out of disparate body parts to keep them in constant agony.
Rio raises an eyebrow at him but says nothing.
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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.
Felix is buying everyone round after round of drinks at the tavern, to the point that they've stopped cheering.
Mauric goes over to him, smiling. “You’re being real charitable today, huh?”
"Yup. Can't take it with me, right?" He lays his cheek on the bar and sighs.
“Um… what do you mean?” Mauric looks slightly worried.
"There's this shinigami named Omi who decided because I was rude to him that I die tomorrow. He hasn't shown up yet, but he said if I apologized to him he would let me live. Kinda hard to do that when he seems to have fallen off the face of the earth. Anyway, evidently he altered my fate before so that some guy would fall in love with me for no reason, get upset that I wasn't interested in him the instant he came on to me, and kill himself. I don't think that's really forgiveable, so I got mad and called Omi some nasty things. Now I don't have to worry about tomorrow I guess."
“…” Mauric looks shocked. “…what’s a shinigami?”
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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.
Merabelle rolls her eyes and walks over to lean over their shoulder “What’re you doin’ then sweetheart?”
He quickly puts his sword on the table in front of him, watching the creature with a curious gaze, wondering what it may be doing. He thinks to himself “Best not to act before you know someone else’s intentions.” He continues to drink and watch them.
Thane eventually stops, talking to a shopkeeper, occasionally looking into the eyes of Riotan’s disguise directly.
“Oh, this is the project that I’ve been working on for months now. I’m trying to create the ultimate blend of psionics and technology, and create a radio that can tune in to telepathy!”
The marilith doesn’t act or move. John would, however, recognize the style of demon as being Riotan’s, since he always assembles his minion demons out of disparate body parts to keep them in constant agony.
Rio raises an eyebrow at him but says nothing.
She smiles wide “Ain’t that interestin’? I doubt ya won’t be able ta do it, yer a smart cookie an’ any task can be pulled with enough work. Ya especially seem like a hard worker too.” She says, slapping their back softly.
He raises an eyebrow, grumbling softly before putting his holy blade away “Are you going to just stand there?” He asks.
Thane crosses his arms and shakes his head, before continuing to walk, pulling out a glass of cactus whiskey, drinking it as he walks.
"There's this shinigami named Omi who decided because I was rude to him that I die tomorrow. He hasn't shown up yet, but he said if I apologized to him he would let me live. Kinda hard to do that when he seems to have fallen off the face of the earth. Anyway, evidently he altered my fate before so that some guy would fall in love with me for no reason, get upset that I wasn't interested in him the instant he came on to me, and kill himself. I don't think that's really forgiveable, so I got mad and called Omi some nasty things. Now I don't have to worry about tomorrow I guess."
“…” Mauric looks shocked. “…what’s a shinigami?”
"Death god. They're not all A-holes, but this guy was."
Merabelle rolls her eyes and walks over to lean over their shoulder “What’re you doin’ then sweetheart?”
He quickly puts his sword on the table in front of him, watching the creature with a curious gaze, wondering what it may be doing. He thinks to himself “Best not to act before you know someone else’s intentions.” He continues to drink and watch them.
Thane eventually stops, talking to a shopkeeper, occasionally looking into the eyes of Riotan’s disguise directly.
“Oh, this is the project that I’ve been working on for months now. I’m trying to create the ultimate blend of psionics and technology, and create a radio that can tune in to telepathy!”
The marilith doesn’t act or move. John would, however, recognize the style of demon as being Riotan’s, since he always assembles his minion demons out of disparate body parts to keep them in constant agony.
Rio raises an eyebrow at him but says nothing.
She smiles wide “Ain’t that interestin’? I doubt ya won’t be able ta do it, yer a smart cookie an’ any task can be pulled with enough work. Ya especially seem like a hard worker too.” She says, slapping their back softly.
He raises an eyebrow, grumbling softly before putting his holy blade away “Are you going to just stand there?” He asks.
Thane crosses his arms and shakes his head, before continuing to walk, pulling out a glass of cactus whiskey, drinking it as he walks.
“Thanks. I try my best.”
It still doesn’t answer. You’re not sure if it can even talk.
Rio keeps following, moving ever so slightly closer.
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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.
Merabelle rolls her eyes and walks over to lean over their shoulder “What’re you doin’ then sweetheart?”
He quickly puts his sword on the table in front of him, watching the creature with a curious gaze, wondering what it may be doing. He thinks to himself “Best not to act before you know someone else’s intentions.” He continues to drink and watch them.
Thane eventually stops, talking to a shopkeeper, occasionally looking into the eyes of Riotan’s disguise directly.
“Oh, this is the project that I’ve been working on for months now. I’m trying to create the ultimate blend of psionics and technology, and create a radio that can tune in to telepathy!”
The marilith doesn’t act or move. John would, however, recognize the style of demon as being Riotan’s, since he always assembles his minion demons out of disparate body parts to keep them in constant agony.
Rio raises an eyebrow at him but says nothing.
She smiles wide “Ain’t that interestin’? I doubt ya won’t be able ta do it, yer a smart cookie an’ any task can be pulled with enough work. Ya especially seem like a hard worker too.” She says, slapping their back softly.
He raises an eyebrow, grumbling softly before putting his holy blade away “Are you going to just stand there?” He asks.
Thane crosses his arms and shakes his head, before continuing to walk, pulling out a glass of cactus whiskey, drinking it as he walks.
“Thanks. I try my best.”
It still doesn’t answer. You’re not sure if it can even talk.
Rio keeps following, moving ever so slightly closer.
She continues to watch them work, her arms crossed.
He rubs the bridge of his nose and continues drinking, leaning back in his chair.
Thane eventually walking into an alleyway, an obvious bait for them to follow.
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*Sure. Not sure what he's going to do, though.*
Felix is buying everyone round after round of drinks at the tavern, to the point that they've stopped cheering.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Merabelle doesn’t turn or stop “I ain’t gonna bite sweetheart, ya can come over an’ get a closer look if ya want, if ya don’t, it’s real rude ta stare.”
He sighs, cracking his neck “Who’s watching me now.” He grumbles under his breath, grabbing his blade.
He continues to ignore the tabs, wanting to believe that Riotan trusts him to handle things himself, but knows that he won’t.
*Alrighty [huggles]*
*(huggles back) How’re you?*
Mauric goes over to him, smiling. “You’re being real charitable today, huh?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Yup. Can't take it with me, right?" He lays his cheek on the bar and sighs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Hayden blushes and continues working on the radio silently, seemingly now casting a spell on it.
A massive marilith made of various corpse parts stands close by, breathing heavily. It has the six arms of multiple different humans, the main body of a crocodile, the trunk and tail of a giant snake, and the head of an elk. Its eyes roll madly and foam dribbles from between its sewn-together jaw.
Currently, Rio has taken the form of a yuan-ti pureblood woman, following Thane from a good distance away.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Um… what do you mean?” Mauric looks slightly worried.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Jobah.*
Merabelle rolls her eyes and walks over to lean over their shoulder “What’re you doin’ then sweetheart?”
He quickly puts his sword on the table in front of him, watching the creature with a curious gaze, wondering what it may be doing. He thinks to himself “Best not to act before you know someone else’s intentions.” He continues to drink and watch them.
Thane eventually stops, talking to a shopkeeper, occasionally looking into the eyes of Riotan’s disguise directly.
"There's this shinigami named Omi who decided because I was rude to him that I die tomorrow. He hasn't shown up yet, but he said if I apologized to him he would let me live. Kinda hard to do that when he seems to have fallen off the face of the earth. Anyway, evidently he altered my fate before so that some guy would fall in love with me for no reason, get upset that I wasn't interested in him the instant he came on to me, and kill himself. I don't think that's really forgiveable, so I got mad and called Omi some nasty things. Now I don't have to worry about tomorrow I guess."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh, this is the project that I’ve been working on for months now. I’m trying to create the ultimate blend of psionics and technology, and create a radio that can tune in to telepathy!”
The marilith doesn’t act or move. John would, however, recognize the style of demon as being Riotan’s, since he always assembles his minion demons out of disparate body parts to keep them in constant agony.
Rio raises an eyebrow at him but says nothing.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“…” Mauric looks shocked. “…what’s a shinigami?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She smiles wide “Ain’t that interestin’? I doubt ya won’t be able ta do it, yer a smart cookie an’ any task can be pulled with enough work. Ya especially seem like a hard worker too.” She says, slapping their back softly.
He raises an eyebrow, grumbling softly before putting his holy blade away “Are you going to just stand there?” He asks.
Thane crosses his arms and shakes his head, before continuing to walk, pulling out a glass of cactus whiskey, drinking it as he walks.
"Death god. They're not all A-holes, but this guy was."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*NGL, Ichigo is thinking about going out into the cold and just dying because Felix is dying.*
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’m pretty sure Felix is gonna come back quite soon afterwards though*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Thanks. I try my best.”
It still doesn’t answer. You’re not sure if it can even talk.
Rio keeps following, moving ever so slightly closer.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*That's not a healthy mindset.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If Ichigo dies Tim is just going to walk into the forest and never come back out.*
She continues to watch them work, her arms crossed.
He rubs the bridge of his nose and continues drinking, leaning back in his chair.
Thane eventually walking into an alleyway, an obvious bait for them to follow.