*Anybody else want to rp or anything? I’ve got two new characters now if anybody wants to try dealing with them?*
*I would like to. I need to develop Baegoji, and an unexpected event could help with that.*
*Sorry I didn’t notice this, what kind of unexpected event are we thinking here? It’s up to you man, you’re the sculpter, I’m just helping you craft.*
*As I don't know your new characters, nearly anything dramatic they could do would be unexpected.*
*Okay, did you read my intro from before, or do I need to rewrite it? I’m going to try and just make this guy a strong silent type, but it probably won’t work.*
"Nah." He stands and walks out of the circle, all the candles extinguishing. "Thanks for showing up."
He tilts his head almost 90 degrees. "You... want to kill people?"
"not really, but I don't wanna just leave you hangin' hun."
"Of course.. I felt bad after ending the last show early. Here, for the show." he tosses them a platinum.
"I kill bad people. I'm a bounty hunter" he explains, starting to undertand the scope of this creature's complexity
"..." He looks over at Jack. "Would you rather do something else together?"
He grabs it, and it disappears. "Thanks, man. Don't feel bad about that. I started it without asking for consent or even giving a warning."
"So... you take fate into your own hands, and you cause pain and death throughout entire families again and again and again for something as meaningless as money? Fascinating. You are a mortal being, correct?" His voice is calm, but his disapproval is clear.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Someone arrives in the town, the wind whipping around him to make it sound as if someone off in the distance were cheering at his arrival. He’s a Dragon Elf, and a well maintained one at that, shirtless to reveal his glistening tanned muscle, his hands bandaged up along his arms, his brilliant red cape matching his scales where they are seen blowing in the wind, smiling brighter than the sun. He’s got on loose pants, his feet also bandaged to keep his feet form being destroyed by the journey he must have been on all the way here, his eyes are a friendly brown. Painted into the back of his bandages is some kind of alchemical symbols, glowing softly.
"They say alchemy is the domain of the gods, don't they?" The shrine-spider squats on a building nearby, Baegoji remaining perfectly still on its back.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Someone arrives in the town, the wind whipping around him to make it sound as if someone off in the distance were cheering at his arrival. He’s a Dragon Elf, and a well maintained one at that, shirtless to reveal his glistening tanned muscle, his hands bandaged up along his arms, his brilliant red cape matching his scales where they are seen blowing in the wind, smiling brighter than the sun. He’s got on loose pants, his feet also bandaged to keep his feet form being destroyed by the journey he must have been on all the way here, his eyes are a friendly brown. Painted into the back of his bandages is some kind of alchemical symbols, glowing softly.
"They say alchemy is the domain of the gods, don't they?" The shrine-spider squats on a building nearby, Baegoji remaining perfectly still on its back.
He turns, looking over to them and silently waving with two fingers and a joy filled smile, looking at the symbols, and throwing a few bowing codes punches into the air. He walks over to the shrine spider, holding out a hand in greeting.
"They say alchemy is the domain of the gods, don't they?" The shrine-spider squats on a building nearby, Baegoji remaining perfectly still on its back.
He turns, looking over to them and silently waving with two fingers and a joy filled smile, looking at the symbols, and throwing a few bowing codes punches into the air. He walks over to the shrine spider, holding out a hand in greeting.
Neither construct moves to shake it, but they both bow. "Welcome to Lord's Point, Boxer. I hope you enjoy your time here. Care for some barbecue? It's been marinating in gochujang for the past three weeks, so it should satisfy even a dragon's palate."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"They say alchemy is the domain of the gods, don't they?" The shrine-spider squats on a building nearby, Baegoji remaining perfectly still on its back.
He turns, looking over to them and silently waving with two fingers and a joy filled smile, looking at the symbols, and throwing a few bowing codes punches into the air. He walks over to the shrine spider, holding out a hand in greeting.
Neither construct moves to shake it, but they both bow. "Welcome to Lord's Point, Boxer. I hope you enjoy your time here. Care for some barbecue? It's been marinating in gochujang for the past three weeks, so it should satisfy even a dragon's palate."
He notices the lack of a shake and a bow instead, bowing back towards them respectfully and nodding at the barbecue offer. He takes out a rock, like he’s going to show them something cool, before crushing it in his hand as it turns into coal, which he blows away with some flames, his alchemical symbols glowing.
"..." He looks over at Jack. "Would you rather do something else together?"
He grabs it, and it disappears. "Thanks, man. Don't feel bad about that. I started it without asking for consent or even giving a warning."
"So... you take fate into your own hands, and you cause pain and death throughout entire families again and again and again for something as meaningless as money? Fascinating. You are a mortal being, correct?" His voice is calm, but his disapproval is clear.
"I'd say doing anything with you would be great, but that wouldn't include this.. Yeah, I would." Jack smiles at Podmorski.
"Regardless, I enjoyed it. So, what's new with you?"
"if somebody becomes bad enough of a person for them to be on my radar, they don't have any family left. I eliminate criminals to clean up the world. The cash is almost secondary. Mortal until proven otherwise."
"Well, pick your poison." He shoves the body off the table.
"I met someone. His name is Rag, and he runs the homeless shelter nearby. Also the soup kitchen. I'm also hoping to get a job at the Faceless Fair."
"Each man's death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee." He chuckles a hollow, dark sound.
Neither construct moves to shake it, but they both bow. "Welcome to Lord's Point, Boxer. I hope you enjoy your time here. Care for some barbecue? It's been marinating in gochujang for the past three weeks, so it should satisfy even a dragon's palate."
He notices the lack of a shake and a bow instead, bowing back towards them respectfully and nodding at the barbecue offer. He takes out a rock, like he’s going to show them something cool, before crushing it in his hand as it turns into coal, which he blows away with some flames, his alchemical symbols glowing.
"Impressive! Never seen a god do that." He puts some latticework of flesh onto his little stove. "I hope you don't mind if I avoid contact. I am something of an unclean being. A consequence of working with raw meat. An alchemist such as yourself might experience disruptions if it was discovered that you touched me, especially my hands." He holds out his burnt, chipped, bandaged, smoke-stained paws.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Okay, did you read my intro from before, or do I need to rewrite it? I’m going to try and just make this guy a strong silent type, but it probably won’t work.*
He lowers all of his fists, nodding as he walks over to her, “Home? Fine, but I need to train, these infernals will keep coming.”
He thinks about it before planting a kiss on her face “That’s up to you, it’s your turn after all.”
“James, do you think I’d make a good mom? Be honest.” She lies down next to them, looking at the sky.
"..." He looks over at Jack. "Would you rather do something else together?"
He grabs it, and it disappears. "Thanks, man. Don't feel bad about that. I started it without asking for consent or even giving a warning."
"So... you take fate into your own hands, and you cause pain and death throughout entire families again and again and again for something as meaningless as money? Fascinating. You are a mortal being, correct?" His voice is calm, but his disapproval is clear.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Welcome back Wendi.*
He nods, “Most of the other fighters are idiots or traitors.” He begins walking back home, stumbling just a bit.
“That sounds lovely, doing anything with you is heaven to me.” He gives them a kiss before leaning back.
She wraps an arm around them, though she doesn’t look at them “Do you want to be your mom? Considering you don’t have anyone else here?”
"They say alchemy is the domain of the gods, don't they?" The shrine-spider squats on a building nearby, Baegoji remaining perfectly still on its back.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He turns, looking over to them and silently waving with two fingers and a joy filled smile, looking at the symbols, and throwing a few bowing codes punches into the air. He walks over to the shrine spider, holding out a hand in greeting.
Neither construct moves to shake it, but they both bow. "Welcome to Lord's Point, Boxer. I hope you enjoy your time here. Care for some barbecue? It's been marinating in gochujang for the past three weeks, so it should satisfy even a dragon's palate."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He notices the lack of a shake and a bow instead, bowing back towards them respectfully and nodding at the barbecue offer. He takes out a rock, like he’s going to show them something cool, before crushing it in his hand as it turns into coal, which he blows away with some flames, his alchemical symbols glowing.
He shakes his head, “One day, I’ll rest for one day, okay?” He walks back inside.
He leans back, yawning a little himself, waiting for them to fall asleep, deciding to remain awake himself.
“Then I’ll be your mother, and I’ll do my best.” She pats their head.
"Well, pick your poison." He shoves the body off the table.
"I met someone. His name is Rag, and he runs the homeless shelter nearby. Also the soup kitchen. I'm also hoping to get a job at the Faceless Fair."
"Each man's death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee." He chuckles a hollow, dark sound.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Impressive! Never seen a god do that." He puts some latticework of flesh onto his little stove. "I hope you don't mind if I avoid contact. I am something of an unclean being. A consequence of working with raw meat. An alchemist such as yourself might experience disruptions if it was discovered that you touched me, especially my hands." He holds out his burnt, chipped, bandaged, smoke-stained paws.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I gotta go in like 3 minutes, but I love you all!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*See you around big buddy, love you too Baalze.*