The man tanks the hit, standing up and quick drawing his pistol. "I don't wanna fight you idiot." he snarls. He clicks off the safety and aims for their head. "Let's talk this out, alright?"
He nods. "And the third? Where is the little guy?"
"You decided to start (GP). You walked into something you didn't need to be apart of but chose to." He snarls.
She points under the bed. He can here a squealing like giggle as a little blue tiefling shoots out and bites Theren's ankle.
"I shot in the air to break it up." he says calmly, removing his gas mask. His deep blue eyes stare at him, pleading. "Look man, just tryna help."
"Agh! You little ankle biter!" he says, scooping him up in his arms.
"You were going to try and interrupt an archdevil, beating up a stupid arse journalist who took a photo of my face without my mask on, was planning on putting it in the paper?" He folds his arms.
He squirms and squeals happily. She smiles and stands up.
"I was going to try to settle this more civilly that you beating a man half to death." he says, splitting out some blood.
He kisses both of their foreheads. "Hey buddy. I got ya a toy. But can you do your pops a favor and go grab your sisters?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
His hands move quick, unholstering the gun and clicking off the safety as he fires off a shot.
Attack: 13 Damage: 25
He dodges the bullet, tossing two punches to test the waters, glowing with inate radiance. To hit:2031 Damage:1816 (Half radiant damage)
He takes the hits as he goes hand to hand as well.
Attack: 23 Damage: 18
Attack: 15 Damage: 27
He takes the first to the jaw, moving his head with the blow as it breaks his nose before dodging the second. He throws three punches back. To hit:2229 Damage:1213
The man spits out some blood. He fires his gun and then throws a punch.
Attack: 28 Damage: 41
Attack: 17 Damage: 24
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The man tanks the hit, standing up and quick drawing his pistol. "I don't wanna fight you idiot." he snarls. He clicks off the safety and aims for their head. "Let's talk this out, alright?"
He nods. "And the third? Where is the little guy?"
"You decided to start (GP). You walked into something you didn't need to be apart of but chose to." He snarls.
She points under the bed. He can here a squealing like giggle as a little blue tiefling shoots out and bites Theren's ankle.
"I shot in the air to break it up." he says calmly, removing his gas mask. His deep blue eyes stare at him, pleading. "Look man, just tryna help."
"Agh! You little ankle biter!" he says, scooping him up in his arms.
"You were going to try and interrupt an archdevil, beating up a stupid arse journalist who took a photo of my face without my mask on, was planning on putting it in the paper?" He folds his arms.
He squirms and squeals happily. She smiles and stands up.
"I was going to try to settle this more civilly that you beating a man half to death." he says, splitting out some blood.
He kisses both of their foreheads. "Hey buddy. I got ya a toy. But can you do your pops a favor and go grab your sisters?"
"You got five seconds to leave before I decide to stop being polite." he growls.
He makes some sort of noise and scurries off on all fours. She sighs "He thinks he's a dog today."
"especially with this client. though I don't have a lot of info to work with for the project, which the client thankfully understands"
"That is good." he said and looks up from his work.
Isaac is looking over a diagram "i'm thankful for it"
"Thankful that you ar working?"
he nods "gives me something to pass the time"
"Mn, a hobby then?"
"depends on if I get clients or not, so more of a part time gig"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The man tanks the hit, standing up and quick drawing his pistol. "I don't wanna fight you idiot." he snarls. He clicks off the safety and aims for their head. "Let's talk this out, alright?"
He nods. "And the third? Where is the little guy?"
"You decided to start (GP). You walked into something you didn't need to be apart of but chose to." He snarls.
She points under the bed. He can here a squealing like giggle as a little blue tiefling shoots out and bites Theren's ankle.
"I shot in the air to break it up." he says calmly, removing his gas mask. His deep blue eyes stare at him, pleading. "Look man, just tryna help."
"Agh! You little ankle biter!" he says, scooping him up in his arms.
"You were going to try and interrupt an archdevil, beating up a stupid arse journalist who took a photo of my face without my mask on, was planning on putting it in the paper?" He folds his arms.
He squirms and squeals happily. She smiles and stands up.
"I was going to try to settle this more civilly that you beating a man half to death." he says, splitting out some blood.
He kisses both of their foreheads. "Hey buddy. I got ya a toy. But can you do your pops a favor and go grab your sisters?"
"You got five seconds to leave before I decide to stop being polite." he growls.
He makes some sort of noise and scurries off on all fours. She sighs "He thinks he's a dog today."
He sighs. "look mister, I ain't got no trouble with you." he holsters his gun and extends his hand. "Lets try this again. Im Henry."
He chuckles. "Hey buddy..I'm gonna need ya to be a boy for just a minute."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
His hands move quick, unholstering the gun and clicking off the safety as he fires off a shot.
Attack: 13 Damage: 25
He dodges the bullet, tossing two punches to test the waters, glowing with inate radiance. To hit:2031 Damage:1816 (Half radiant damage)
He takes the hits as he goes hand to hand as well.
Attack: 23 Damage: 18
Attack: 15 Damage: 27
He takes the first to the jaw, moving his head with the blow as it breaks his nose before dodging the second. He throws three punches back. To hit:2229 Damage:1213
The man spits out some blood. He fires his gun and then throws a punch.
Attack: 28 Damage: 41
Attack: 17 Damage: 24
He gets shot in the gut by the gun, the bullet flying through him, he cracks his neck, done playing around. He throws three more punches, glowing with power (I'll actually do three rolls this time) To hit:262627 Damage:181816 Smite damage:122012 Second Wind:19
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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.'
His hands move quick, unholstering the gun and clicking off the safety as he fires off a shot.
Attack: 13 Damage: 25
He dodges the bullet, tossing two punches to test the waters, glowing with inate radiance. To hit:2031 Damage:1816 (Half radiant damage)
He takes the hits as he goes hand to hand as well.
Attack: 23 Damage: 18
Attack: 15 Damage: 27
He takes the first to the jaw, moving his head with the blow as it breaks his nose before dodging the second. He throws three punches back. To hit:2229 Damage:1213
The man spits out some blood. He fires his gun and then throws a punch.
Attack: 28 Damage: 41
Attack: 17 Damage: 24
He gets shot in the gut by the gun, the bullet flying through him, he cracks his neck, done playing around. He throws three more punches, glowing with power (I'll actually do three rolls this time) To hit:251313 Damage:141514 Smite damage:172318 Second Wind:20
He gets nailed by the first punch but he blocks the next two his his hands. He then headbutts him and throws a punch
Attack: 11 Damage: 28
Attack: 21 Damage: 22
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*All good, just wanted to make sure you guys weren't ignoring me.*
*I thought I had a good idea or two, but now I'm kind of grumpy*
(sorry to hear that)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
He gets nailed by the first punch but he blocks the next two his his hands. He then headbutts him and throws a punch
Attack: 11 Damage: 28
Attack: 21 Damage: 22
He takes the second but dodges the headbutt. He throws a kick and two more punches for their gut again. (Because only one of the smites landed, the other two slots aren't used.) To hit:212119 Damage:131612 Smite damage:171411
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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.'
*I am gonna go for a bit. I am getting overwhelmed. Ill be back.*
(see you later)
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"I was going to try to settle this more civilly that you beating a man half to death." he says, splitting out some blood.
He kisses both of their foreheads. "Hey buddy. I got ya a toy. But can you do your pops a favor and go grab your sisters?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*All good, just wanted to make sure you guys weren't ignoring me.*
*I thought I had a good idea or two, but now I'm kind of grumpy*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mn, a hobby then?"
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
The man spits out some blood. He fires his gun and then throws a punch.
Attack: 28 Damage: 41
Attack: 17 Damage: 24
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Was it 21 before or am I trippin'?*
Athletics:14
"That may be true, but I was a disgrace to my tribe anyway, they all died a long time before I will."
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.)
"You got five seconds to leave before I decide to stop being polite." he growls.
He makes some sort of noise and scurries off on all fours. She sighs "He thinks he's a dog today."
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
She nods, picking up the body and sneaking out the back. Rag laughs and begins cleaning up the blood, and bone fragments.
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.)
Samaritan stretches "Want to go for a jog or something?"
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
"depends on if I get clients or not, so more of a part time gig"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He sighs. "look mister, I ain't got no trouble with you." he holsters his gun and extends his hand. "Lets try this again. Im Henry."
He chuckles. "Hey buddy..I'm gonna need ya to be a boy for just a minute."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He gets shot in the gut by the gun, the bullet flying through him, he cracks his neck, done playing around. He throws three more punches, glowing with power (I'll actually do three rolls this time) To hit:26 26 27 Damage:18 18 16 Smite damage:12 20 12 Second Wind:19
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.)
“Alright. What brings you here?”
“Yeah.” He grabs the camera and eats it.
Just since you gave it to me as a gift. It’s an offering.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He trashes the bone fragments, wiping up the blood "Of course. You start, I'll catch up eventually."
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.)
He gets nailed by the first punch but he blocks the next two his his hands. He then headbutts him and throws a punch
Attack: 11 Damage: 28
Attack: 21 Damage: 22
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*it was, idk what happened. what’s the outcome then?*
“You’re immortal?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(sorry to hear that)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I am gonna go for a bit. I am getting overwhelmed. Ill be back.*
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
He takes the second but dodges the headbutt. He throws a kick and two more punches for their gut again. (Because only one of the smites landed, the other two slots aren't used.) To hit:21 21 19 Damage:13 16 12 Smite damage:17 14 11
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.)
*Ok buddy. Enjoy your break :) *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(see you later)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover