*Wait a second, is Scratch dancing with him at certain points?*
*Nah, thats Sam lake*
*Damn, I have no idea who anyone is here.*
*Warlin Door, the tv host dude, Sam Lake, the dude absolutely jiving in the corner in the first introduction scene, and the wet cat himself, Alan Wake.*
*Anyway, does anyone want to rp? Just feel like asking just in case.*
Captain Amatarou is eating sugary cereal in the tavern. His assistant, Mr. Faust, has fallen asleep lying against the bee, who put his coat over the Exorcist as a blanket. It becomes apparent looking at it now that the coat was tailored to fit the Captain's over-large frame, but he ballooned in weight to outgrow it since.
Skwancy is watching the sunrise as he sits on a hill in the middle of a bright green field, bathed in orange light.
Elil is waking up. Last night, he built several little hutches for newborn Nightmares, and passed out against an unfinished one.
Skwancy is watching the sunrise as he sits on a hill in the middle of a bright green field, bathed in orange light.
Elil is waking up. Last night, he built several little hutches for newborn Nightmares, and passed out against an unfinished one.
*Oh sorry I didn’t see this. Also, love Mr. Faust, by chance, was he once a doctor? Here’s only one character.*
Jason silently sits down next to them, looking at the sunrise as a cold settles in the air all around them, crunching in a sandwich.
They sense the heavy power of a Nightmare, and a decently powerful with a companion that has some serious spiritual sensitivity.
*He has no backstory or personality so far, but he easily could have been a doctor. Perhaps he's bald under that helmet.*
Skwancy slowly leans over until he falls in Jason's icy lap.
He smiles and slowly stands up, looking around. His smile has a level of genuineness to it that you wouldn't notice wasn't there unless you saw it in person.
Captain Amatarou is eating sugary cereal in the tavern. His assistant, Mr. Faust, has fallen asleep lying against the bee, who put his coat over the Exorcist as a blanket. It becomes apparent looking at it now that the coat was tailored to fit the Captain's over-large frame, but he ballooned in weight to outgrow it since.
Skwancy is watching the sunrise as he sits on a hill in the middle of a bright green field, bathed in orange light.
Elil is waking up. Last night, he built several little hutches for newborn Nightmares, and passed out against an unfinished one.
*Oh sorry I didn’t see this. Also, love Mr. Faust, by chance, was he once a doctor? Here’s only one character.*
Jason silently sits down next to them, looking at the sunrise as a cold settles in the air all around them, crunching in a sandwich.
They sense the heavy power of a Nightmare, and a decently powerful with a companion that has some serious spiritual sensitivity.
*He has no backstory or personality so far, but he easily could have been a doctor. Perhaps he's bald under that helmet.*
Skwancy slowly leans over until he falls in Jason's icy lap.
He smiles and slowly stands up, looking around. His smile has a level of genuineness to it that you wouldn't notice wasn't there unless you saw it in person.
*Perhaps, I do hope that he is.*
Jason chuckles almost silently, beginning to pet Skwancy, “Nice ta meet ya, mate.”
Jason looks back to them with Icy eyes and a warm soft smile, Frost resting in his lap as he sits down. He doesn’t say anything yet, keeping the silence between the two of them.
*He has no backstory or personality so far, but he easily could have been a doctor. Perhaps he's bald under that helmet.*
Skwancy slowly leans over until he falls in Jason's icy lap.
He smiles and slowly stands up, looking around. His smile has a level of genuineness to it that you wouldn't notice wasn't there unless you saw it in person.
*Perhaps, I do hope that he is.*
Jason chuckles almost silently, beginning to pet Skwancy, “Nice ta meet ya, mate.”
Jason looks back to them with Icy eyes and a warm soft smile, Frost resting in his lap as he sits down. He doesn’t say anything yet, keeping the silence between the two of them.
"You too..." he murmurs happily. "I'm... Skwasniek."
The Nightmare Messiah lets the silence remain for a while, tired eyes initially more interested in Frost than Jason. After about two minutes of observation, he sighs softly, his breath steaming in the cold air. "They're a beautiful one, aren't they?"
*He has no backstory or personality so far, but he easily could have been a doctor. Perhaps he's bald under that helmet.*
Skwancy slowly leans over until he falls in Jason's icy lap.
He smiles and slowly stands up, looking around. His smile has a level of genuineness to it that you wouldn't notice wasn't there unless you saw it in person.
*Perhaps, I do hope that he is.*
Jason chuckles almost silently, beginning to pet Skwancy, “Nice ta meet ya, mate.”
Jason looks back to them with Icy eyes and a warm soft smile, Frost resting in his lap as he sits down. He doesn’t say anything yet, keeping the silence between the two of them.
"You too..." he murmurs happily. "I'm... Skwasniek."
The Nightmare Messiah lets the silence remain for a while, tired eyes initially more interestm. e’d in Frost than Jason. After about two minutes of observation, he sighs softly, his breath steaming in the cold air. "They're a beautiful one, aren't they?"m
“Jason, you’re a tiny one, aren’t ya? Got anybody takin’ care of ya?”
Jason chuckles “I’m flattered, but Frost and I are a packaged deal.” He says jokingly, knowing they are taking to the resting Frost, “The fear of the cold, of freezing to death. Found them dying in my home, Australia, had to nurture them back to health.”
"You too..." he murmurs happily. "I'm... Skwasniek."
The Nightmare Messiah lets the silence remain for a while, tired eyes initially more interested in Frost than Jason. After about two minutes of observation, he sighs softly, his breath steaming in the cold air. "They're a beautiful one, aren't they?"
“Jason, you’re a tiny one, aren’t ya? Got anybody takin’ care of ya?”
Jason chuckles “I’m flattered, but Frost and I are a packaged deal.” He says jokingly, knowing they are taking to the resting Frost, “The fear of the cold, of freezing to death. Found them dying in my home, Australia, had to nurture them back to health.”
"Not really... but I've got some helpful friends. I know a big dragon-man named Rag." He stretches exactly like an overweight cat. "I'm gonna be his size someday."
He nods, looking up to Jason. "You seem to have a good heart for the little ones. Is that what drew you out here?"
"You too..." he murmurs happily. "I'm... Skwasniek."
The Nightmare Messiah lets the silence remain for a while, tired eyes initially more interested in Frost than Jason. After about two minutes of observation, he sighs softly, his breath steaming in the cold air. "They're a beautiful one, aren't they?"
“Jason, you’re a tiny one, aren’t ya? Got anybody takin’ care of ya?”
Jason chuckles “I’m flattered, but Frost and I are a packaged deal.” He says jokingly, knowing they are taking to the resting Frost, “The fear of the cold, of freezing to death. Found them dying in my home, Australia, had to nurture them back to health.”
"Not really... but I've got some helpful friends. I know a big dragon-man named Rag." He stretches exactly like an overweight cat. "I'm gonna be his size someday."
He nods, looking up to Jason. "You seem to have a good heart for the little ones. Is that what drew you out here?"
He sighs, shaking his head, “Interesting, and I’m guessing he’s a real big one, huh?” He says as if he knows Rag, or at least knows who he is in some capacity “I hope you do grow like him.”
“Just a little bit of business, not anything too important, or at least hopefully not too important.” He says with a chuckle.
"Not really... but I've got some helpful friends. I know a big dragon-man named Rag." He stretches exactly like an overweight cat. "I'm gonna be his size someday."
He nods, looking up to Jason. "You seem to have a good heart for the little ones. Is that what drew you out here?"
He sighs, shaking his head, “Interesting, and I’m guessing he’s a real big one, huh?” He says as if he knows Rag, or at least knows who he is in some capacity “I hope you do grow like him.”
“Just a little bit of business, not anything too important, or at least hopefully not too important.” He says with a chuckle.
"No need to hope. I'll be a giant in no time." He yawns. "So, what about you?"
"Mm, I see. I haven't been to Oceania yet. Spent most of my time in Europe, then moved on to Asia. I've only recently done work in the Americas. It's good to see that there are good people everywhere."
"Not really... but I've got some helpful friends. I know a big dragon-man named Rag." He stretches exactly like an overweight cat. "I'm gonna be his size someday."
He nods, looking up to Jason. "You seem to have a good heart for the little ones. Is that what drew you out here?"
He sighs, shaking his head, “Interesting, and I’m guessing he’s a real big one, huh?” He says as if he knows Rag, or at least knows who he is in some capacity “I hope you do grow like him.”
“Just a little bit of business, not anything too important, or at least hopefully not too important.” He says with a chuckle.
"No need to hope. I'll be a giant in no time." He yawns. "So, what about you?"
"Mm, I see. I haven't been to Oceania yet. Spent most of my time in Europe, then moved on to Asia. I've only recently done work in the Americas. It's good to see that there are good people everywhere."
“I believe you, kid. I’m just here on some business, it probably won’t last long, so I’ll be leaving soon.”
“Wonderful, unfortunate that not everyone can be as good as the world needs them to be. Speaking of which, that’s actually why I’m here, because someone is worse than they needed to be.” He says, leaning back in his chair, “What are you here for?”
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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
*Gay music video*
*Wait a second, is Scratch dancing with him at certain points?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Nah, thats Sam lake*
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
*Damn, I have no idea who anyone is here.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anyway, does anyone want to rp? Just feel like asking just in case.*
*Warlin Door, the tv host dude, Sam Lake, the dude absolutely jiving in the corner in the first introduction scene, and the wet cat himself, Alan Wake.*
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
Captain Amatarou is eating sugary cereal in the tavern. His assistant, Mr. Faust, has fallen asleep lying against the bee, who put his coat over the Exorcist as a blanket. It becomes apparent looking at it now that the coat was tailored to fit the Captain's over-large frame, but he ballooned in weight to outgrow it since.
Skwancy is watching the sunrise as he sits on a hill in the middle of a bright green field, bathed in orange light.
Elil is waking up. Last night, he built several little hutches for newborn Nightmares, and passed out against an unfinished one.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I kind of miss Arch, but I don't want to play on his new tavern.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh sorry I didn’t see this. Also, love Mr. Faust, by chance, was he once a doctor? Here’s only one character.*
Jason silently sits down next to them, looking at the sunrise as a cold settles in the air all around them, crunching in a sandwich.
They sense the heavy power of a Nightmare, and a decently powerful with a companion that has some serious spiritual sensitivity.
*Randomly decided to make a background called 'The Chosen: Torchbearer'.*
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 has no backstory or personality so far, but he easily could have been a doctor. Perhaps he's bald under that helmet.*
Skwancy slowly leans over until he falls in Jason's icy lap.
He smiles and slowly stands up, looking around. His smile has a level of genuineness to it that you wouldn't notice wasn't there unless you saw it in person.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*In case anyone else wants to RP:*
Captain Amatarou is eating sugary cereal in the tavern. His assistant, Mr. Faust, has fallen asleep lying against the bee, who put his coat over the Exorcist as a blanket. It becomes apparent looking at it now that the coat was tailored to fit the Captain's over-large frame, but he ballooned in weight to outgrow it since.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Is it a struggling author who lost their wife?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Perhaps, I do hope that he is.*
Jason chuckles almost silently, beginning to pet Skwancy, “Nice ta meet ya, mate.”
Jason looks back to them with Icy eyes and a warm soft smile, Frost resting in his lap as he sits down. He doesn’t say anything yet, keeping the silence between the two of them.
"You too..." he murmurs happily. "I'm... Skwasniek."
The Nightmare Messiah lets the silence remain for a while, tired eyes initially more interested in Frost than Jason. After about two minutes of observation, he sighs softly, his breath steaming in the cold air. "They're a beautiful one, aren't they?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Jason, you’re a tiny one, aren’t ya? Got anybody takin’ care of ya?”
Jason chuckles “I’m flattered, but Frost and I are a packaged deal.” He says jokingly, knowing they are taking to the resting Frost, “The fear of the cold, of freezing to death. Found them dying in my home, Australia, had to nurture them back to health.”
"Not really... but I've got some helpful friends. I know a big dragon-man named Rag." He stretches exactly like an overweight cat. "I'm gonna be his size someday."
He nods, looking up to Jason. "You seem to have a good heart for the little ones. Is that what drew you out here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sighs, shaking his head, “Interesting, and I’m guessing he’s a real big one, huh?” He says as if he knows Rag, or at least knows who he is in some capacity “I hope you do grow like him.”
“Just a little bit of business, not anything too important, or at least hopefully not too important.” He says with a chuckle.
"No need to hope. I'll be a giant in no time." He yawns. "So, what about you?"
"Mm, I see. I haven't been to Oceania yet. Spent most of my time in Europe, then moved on to Asia. I've only recently done work in the Americas. It's good to see that there are good people everywhere."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I believe you, kid. I’m just here on some business, it probably won’t last long, so I’ll be leaving soon.”
“Wonderful, unfortunate that not everyone can be as good as the world needs them to be. Speaking of which, that’s actually why I’m here, because someone is worse than they needed to be.” He says, leaning back in his chair, “What are you here for?”