Neave is at the bar. Despite him sitting rather still, his shadow seems to ripple and shift.
They hear the sound of someone sitting nearby, sitting in one of the booths, muttering to himself.
Neave doesn't move. His shadow, however, moves in the direction of the muttering, standing up as it does so.
They see a handsome human man, wearing wild west esqe attire, though his accent suggests him to be of English origin. He holds a sniper rifle that would have to be from around the 1840s, he lovingly takes it apart, cleaning it and putting it back together, talking to it.
Neave is at the bar. Despite him sitting rather still, his shadow seems to ripple and shift.
They hear the sound of someone sitting nearby, sitting in one of the booths, muttering to himself.
Neave doesn't move. His shadow, however, moves in the direction of the muttering, standing up as it does so.
They see a handsome human man, wearing wild west-esque attire, though his accent suggests him to be of English origin. He holds a sniper rifle that would have to be from around the 1840s, he lovingly takes it apart, cleaning it and putting it back together, talking to it.
The shadow mutters something. It's voice is hard to understand, very breathy. It sounds a little bit like it's saying "Weird." Neave still doesn't move, seemingly unaware that his shadow has moved.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
Neave is at the bar. Despite him sitting rather still, his shadow seems to ripple and shift.
They hear the sound of someone sitting nearby, sitting in one of the booths, muttering to himself.
Neave doesn't move. His shadow, however, moves in the direction of the muttering, standing up as it does so.
They see a handsome human man, wearing wild west-esque attire, though his accent suggests him to be of English origin. He holds a sniper rifle that would have to be from around the 1840s, he lovingly takes it apart, cleaning it and putting it back together, talking to it.
The shadow mutters something. It's voice is hard to understand, very breathy. It sounds a little bit like it's saying "Weird." Neave still doesn't move, seemingly unaware that his shadow has moved.
He sharply turns to look at the shadow, his eyes are strange, shadowy themselves before tilting his head. He politely smiles at them, "Weird? Do you really think it's weird to show something love?" He puts the gun back together.
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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.'
Neave is at the bar. Despite him sitting rather still, his shadow seems to ripple and shift.
They hear the sound of someone sitting nearby, sitting in one of the booths, muttering to himself.
Neave doesn't move. His shadow, however, moves in the direction of the muttering, standing up as it does so.
They see a handsome human man, wearing wild west-esque attire, though his accent suggests him to be of English origin. He holds a sniper rifle that would have to be from around the 1840s, he lovingly takes it apart, cleaning it and putting it back together, talking to it.
The shadow mutters something. It's voice is hard to understand, very breathy. It sounds a little bit like it's saying "Weird." Neave still doesn't move, seemingly unaware that his shadow has moved.
He sharply turns to look at the shadow, his eyes are strange, shadowy themselves before tilting his head. He politely smiles at them, "Weird? Do you really think it's weird to show something love?" He puts the gun back together.
"If that thing is inanimate, then yes." The shadow examines the weapon with mild disinterest. Neave still doesn't move.
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"If that thing is inanimate, then yes." The shadow examines the weapon with mild disinterest. Neave still doesn't move.
The weapon is magical, and he seems to hold it with a possessive kind of nature, masterfully crafted for putting bullets in brains "Said the sentient shadow."
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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.'
*Dude, do you need some time off bro?*
She kisses his neck, "What else do you need help with?"
She smiles over to them, "Nice job, these are perfect sweetheart. lets get this ritual along."
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.)
*I need time on here to distract myself. Video games aint cutting it*
"Can you grab me some scrap metal?"
He nods, starting to summon his fathers spirit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I understand that, you know I'm here for you man, whatever you need.*
She does as they ask, going off to grab some, coming back with it.
She watches in silence, here to make sure nothing goes wrong or anything or the sort.
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.)
*I know*
"Thank you honey."
The sigils glow a deep blue
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Boop*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
She hugs them, before pulling back and beginning to make them some breakfast.
She taps the ground with a claw, waiting and watching.
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 smiles as he finishes up the armor.
With a gust of wind, his fathers ghost is hovering there.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They hear the sound of someone sitting nearby, sitting in one of the booths, muttering to himself.
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.)
"Who is that armor for, dear?" She asks, the armor Leo made for her she still seems to be wearing like it's a part of her.
She takes a deep breath, patting Heath's head "Yer Heath's papa?"
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.)
Neave doesn't move. His shadow, however, moves in the direction of the muttering, standing up as it does so.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"just a client." he says
He nods. Heath stares at him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They see a handsome human man, wearing wild west esqe attire, though his accent suggests him to be of English origin. He holds a sniper rifle that would have to be from around the 1840s, he lovingly takes it apart, cleaning it and putting it back together, talking to it.
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.)
"It looks well made, like everything you make."
She sighs, "Actually, Heath, ya can talk ta yer papa."
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.)
The shadow mutters something. It's voice is hard to understand, very breathy. It sounds a little bit like it's saying "Weird." Neave still doesn't move, seemingly unaware that his shadow has moved.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
"thank you." he says with a smile.
"dad....did you really....experiment on me..?" he asks. The ghost hesitates before nodding
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sharply turns to look at the shadow, his eyes are strange, shadowy themselves before tilting his head. He politely smiles at them, "Weird? Do you really think it's weird to show something love?" He puts the gun back together.
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.)
"If that thing is inanimate, then yes." The shadow examines the weapon with mild disinterest. Neave still doesn't move.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
She pulls them into an aggressive kiss with a smile.
She rubs their back, comfortingly. She tries not to interrupt, but makes it known that shes there for them.
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.)
The weapon is magical, and he seems to hold it with a possessive kind of nature, masterfully crafted for putting bullets in brains "Said the sentient shadow."
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.)
*i feel like i can’t think of anything interesting to do with my characters*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.