There is a loud screech as the creature sees the fire. The split minded trio all smile as one as they land haymakers on the monster, cutting into its flesh.
He nods, offering his arm before leading the way
Arms wrap around the beast, and Kazuya's arms burst into flames as well, burning them up close, though all of this effort does seem to be burning the captain as well.
She takes it gently, her strong hands supple and soft on contact.
One tentacle grabs him and throws him out. "Stay out of this." they snarl.
He leads her to a flowery meadow where a picnic is set up. He smiles nervously.
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
One tentacle grabs him and throws him out. "Stay out of this." they snarl.
He leads her to a flowery meadow where a picnic is set up. He smiles nervously.
He plants his feet in the cobblestones, not going far "Not accepting help? Interesting. For my sake or yours?"
She sits down on the blanket, dragging them down with her, "Thank you for this, its all so nice. Tell me more about yourself."
"For your sake." they snarl
He smiles and nods, sitting across from her. "Well, im from Night City. Not exactly the best place but its home. I'm augmented with gear to make myself a bit more dangerous and more enhanced. I do side gigs for guarding people or taking out people."
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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.
He smiles and nods, sitting across from her. "Well, im from Night City. Not exactly the best place but its home. I'm augmented with gear to make myself a bit more dangerous and more enhanced. I do side gigs for guarding people or taking out people."
"You can explain when the fight is done, I'll keep the flames and cloud up." He steps back and lets them work.
She listens to them, a finger twirling her hair as she looks at them, though her face remains that blank wall of unreadness "Really? Hmm, so is that girl really your sister, or just someone you are protecting?"
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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.'
He smiles and nods, sitting across from her. "Well, im from Night City. Not exactly the best place but its home. I'm augmented with gear to make myself a bit more dangerous and more enhanced. I do side gigs for guarding people or taking out people."
"You can explain when the fight is done, I'll keep the flames and cloud up." He steps back and lets them work.
She listens to them, a finger twirling her hair as she looks at them, though her face remains that blank wall of unreadness "Really? Hmm, so is that girl really your sister, or just someone you are protecting?"
The two fight for a while, before Theren finally rips the horrors head off and roars triumphally.
"Someone I've been protecting but shes practically my sis at this point." he says with a shrug.
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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.
He smiles and nods, sitting across from her. "Well, im from Night City. Not exactly the best place but its home. I'm augmented with gear to make myself a bit more dangerous and more enhanced. I do side gigs for guarding people or taking out people."
"You can explain when the fight is done, I'll keep the flames and cloud up." He steps back and lets them work.
She listens to them, a finger twirling her hair as she looks at them, though her face remains that blank wall of unreadness "Really? Hmm, so is that girl really your sister, or just someone you are protecting?"
The two fight for a while, before Theren finally rips the horrors head off and roars triumphally.
"Someone I've been protecting but shes practically my sis at this point." he says with a shrug.
The cloud disperses as they are finished. He walks over to the bodies, burning them both to ash as his Tebrosis spreads a bit more, obviously pained by the action "Why do you seek to protect me, sir?"
"So it's not about the pay anymore? Hmm." She nods "I am a Fire Soldier, part of Company 9. I fight people gone infernal, putting them to rest. It's a hard job, but one that needs doing."
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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.'
He smiles and nods, sitting across from her. "Well, im from Night City. Not exactly the best place but its home. I'm augmented with gear to make myself a bit more dangerous and more enhanced. I do side gigs for guarding people or taking out people."
"You can explain when the fight is done, I'll keep the flames and cloud up." He steps back and lets them work.
She listens to them, a finger twirling her hair as she looks at them, though her face remains that blank wall of unreadness "Really? Hmm, so is that girl really your sister, or just someone you are protecting?"
The two fight for a while, before Theren finally rips the horrors head off and roars triumphally.
"Someone I've been protecting but shes practically my sis at this point." he says with a shrug.
The cloud disperses as they are finished. He walks over to the bodies, burning them both to ash as his Tebrosis spreads a bit more, obviously pained by the action "Why do you seek to protect me, sir?"
"So it's not about the pay anymore? Hmm." She nods "I am a Fire Soldier, part of Company 9. I fight people gone infernal, putting them to rest. It's a hard job, but one that needs doing."
Theren goes back to normal. "We...I, sorry, dont like to see people get hurt."
"What does it mean when someone goes infernal."
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This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren goes back to normal. "We...I, sorry, dont like to see people get hurt."
"What does it mean when someone goes infernal."
He nods just a bit "Thank you for the sentiment, I am pained, no matter what. Thank you."
"They... activate their pyrokinetic abilities, but aren't able to control them. Bursting into flames and basically becoming a fire zombie in constant pain without death. A torture, fire soldiers are meant to stop."
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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.'
Theren goes back to normal. "We...I, sorry, dont like to see people get hurt."
"What does it mean when someone goes infernal."
He nods just a bit "Thank you for the sentiment, I am pained, no matter what. Thank you."
"They... activate their pyrokinetic abilities, but aren't able to control them. Bursting into flames and basically becoming a fire zombie in constant pain without death. A torture, fire soldiers are meant to stop."
"ah, I see."
"Oh...that sounds awful.."
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Theren goes back to normal. "We...I, sorry, dont like to see people get hurt."
"What does it mean when someone goes infernal."
He nods just a bit "Thank you for the sentiment, I am pained, no matter what. Thank you."
"They... activate their pyrokinetic abilities, but aren't able to control them. Bursting into flames and basically becoming a fire zombie in constant pain without death. A torture, fire soldiers are meant to stop."
"ah, I see."
"Oh...that sounds awful.."
"I am simply diseased. I am Kazuya, captain of company nine of the fire force. Nice to meet you."
"It is... but there is no changing it until we find a cure. I will be here, working, until then." She takes one of their hands, "Let's not ruin the date, though."
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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.'
Theren goes back to normal. "We...I, sorry, dont like to see people get hurt."
"What does it mean when someone goes infernal."
He nods just a bit "Thank you for the sentiment, I am pained, no matter what. Thank you."
"They... activate their pyrokinetic abilities, but aren't able to control them. Bursting into flames and basically becoming a fire zombie in constant pain without death. A torture, fire soldiers are meant to stop."
"ah, I see."
"Oh...that sounds awful.."
"I am simply diseased. I am Kazuya, captain of company nine of the fire force. Nice to meet you."
"It is... but there is no changing it until we find a cure. I will be here, working, until then." She takes one of their hands, "Let's not ruin the date, though."
"Theren Dotsk. Retired adventurer and the pleasure is all mine."
He gently squeezes her hand. "Couldn't have said it better myself." he says smiling softly
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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.
"Theren Dotsk. Retired adventurer and the pleasure is all mine."
He gently squeezes her hand. "Couldn't have said it better myself." he says smiling softly
"You are quite the fighter despite being retired." He smiles, bowing to them.
She smiles back at them, "I myself am I pyrokinetic, Third Generation, which means I can make flames and heat."
"I stay in shape." he says with a shrug and a small smile.
"Thats awesome." he says, placing some fruit on plates for them both.
"If you would ever want to join the fire force, I would love the help."
She begins to eat, leaning in and kissing their cheek, "I wish I could control it, but I can't, I just... well." She closes her eyes, and the heat haze appears all around her for a moment.
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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.'
"Theren Dotsk. Retired adventurer and the pleasure is all mine."
He gently squeezes her hand. "Couldn't have said it better myself." he says smiling softly
"You are quite the fighter despite being retired." He smiles, bowing to them.
She smiles back at them, "I myself am I pyrokinetic, Third Generation, which means I can make flames and heat."
"I stay in shape." he says with a shrug and a small smile.
"Thats awesome." he says, placing some fruit on plates for them both.
"If you would ever want to join the fire force, I would love the help."
She begins to eat, leaning in and kissing their cheek, "I wish I could control it, but I can't, I just... well." She closes her eyes, and the heat haze appears all around her for a moment.
"Like I said, I'm retired."
He blushes a bit. "I, uhm, ah, I have a friend that could maybe help with that."
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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.
"Sun and horizon met I weighed the anchor, hoisted sails, my course was set My cutthroat crew conspiring with the stars our guide They point the way through perils fraught"
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
"Sun and horizon met I weighed the anchor, hoisted sails, my course was set My cutthroat crew conspiring with the stars our guide They point the way through perils fraught"
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
Leo, who had been nearby picking up some things for dinner, sees this and walks over. "You alright sir?"
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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.
One tentacle grabs him and throws him out. "Stay out of this." they snarl.
He leads her to a flowery meadow where a picnic is set up. He smiles nervously.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He plants his feet in the cobblestones, not going far "Not accepting help? Interesting. For my sake or yours?"
She sits down on the blanket, dragging them down with her, "Thank you for this, its all so nice. Tell me more about yourself."
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.)
"For your sake." they snarl
He smiles and nods, sitting across from her. "Well, im from Night City. Not exactly the best place but its home. I'm augmented with gear to make myself a bit more dangerous and more enhanced. I do side gigs for guarding people or taking out people."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You can explain when the fight is done, I'll keep the flames and cloud up." He steps back and lets them work.
She listens to them, a finger twirling her hair as she looks at them, though her face remains that blank wall of unreadness "Really? Hmm, so is that girl really your sister, or just someone you are protecting?"
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 two fight for a while, before Theren finally rips the horrors head off and roars triumphally.
"Someone I've been protecting but shes practically my sis at this point." he says with a shrug.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The cloud disperses as they are finished. He walks over to the bodies, burning them both to ash as his Tebrosis spreads a bit more, obviously pained by the action "Why do you seek to protect me, sir?"
"So it's not about the pay anymore? Hmm." She nods "I am a Fire Soldier, part of Company 9. I fight people gone infernal, putting them to rest. It's a hard job, but one that needs doing."
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.)
Theren goes back to normal. "We...I, sorry, dont like to see people get hurt."
"What does it mean when someone goes infernal."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods just a bit "Thank you for the sentiment, I am pained, no matter what. Thank you."
"They... activate their pyrokinetic abilities, but aren't able to control them. Bursting into flames and basically becoming a fire zombie in constant pain without death. A torture, fire soldiers are meant to stop."
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.)
"ah, I see."
"Oh...that sounds awful.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I am simply diseased. I am Kazuya, captain of company nine of the fire force. Nice to meet you."
"It is... but there is no changing it until we find a cure. I will be here, working, until then." She takes one of their hands, "Let's not ruin the date, though."
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.)
"Theren Dotsk. Retired adventurer and the pleasure is all mine."
He gently squeezes her hand. "Couldn't have said it better myself." he says smiling softly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You are quite the fighter despite being retired." He smiles, bowing to them.
She smiles back at them, "I myself am I pyrokinetic, Third Generation, which means I can make flames and heat."
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 stay in shape." he says with a shrug and a small smile.
"Thats awesome." he says, placing some fruit on plates for them both.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"If you would ever want to join the fire force, I would love the help."
She begins to eat, leaning in and kissing their cheek, "I wish I could control it, but I can't, I just... well." She closes her eyes, and the heat haze appears all around her for a moment.
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.)
"Like I said, I'm retired."
He blushes a bit. "I, uhm, ah, I have a friend that could maybe help with that."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods, "I suppose that's fair, though you don't seem that old, more of a preference then."
She smiles, a Mark left where she kissed as the heat haze fades "You don't have to do that, it would be nice though."
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 have a wife and three kids. Im not joining some force just to leave them." he says evenly.
"I'll have to introduce you to him sometime. Hes a family man for sure." he says with a light laugh. He then eats a blueberry.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A smaller ship has docked in the harbor, a sailing ship that clearly has been through hell and back on the seas. The bright blue sails are tied up so the ship herself doesn't end up trying to escape on the winds. A man stands on the docks, arguing with a dwarven boat warden.
The man appears to be human, his skin tanned from the sun and his body muscular from a life of work. On his chest, nestled between his pectorals, is a strange symbol that is tattooed in deep blue ink. Faint jagged scars are under his pecs, starting from the center and stretching outwards. His chestnut brown hair is cut short, almost like a mohawk, with little braids dotted with white and blue beads towards the back. His arms, chest, and face all have a smattering of brown body hair, albeit a bit lighter than the hair upon his head. He wears no shirt, just a pair of light grey breeches with a blue sash around his waist, paired with a set of hardy boots. Two sets of silvery earrings pierce his ears, glinting in the afternoon sun.
"I bloody told ya you ninny, I paid the fare to dock here!" he snarls at the dwarf, which earns him a look from them.
"I don't see a name, a date, nor any sort of record, sonny." The dwarf says, scratching his mutton-chops.
The man's blue eyes burn with anger, nearly turning electric "Check again! Under the name of 'Sam'! Hell, check the last name 'Lawson!'. I made arrangements!"
The dwarf checks again and sighs "Nope. Nothing. You got till morning light to get yer crappy boat out of here boy." he huffs and turns on heel.
Sam curses in primordial, kicking a stone into the waters below the dock. He sits down on the wood and pulls out a flask from his pocket, unscrewing the cap and tipping an amber liquid into his mouth. He coughs from the kick of it and screws the cap back on.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
Leo, who had been nearby picking up some things for dinner, sees this and walks over. "You alright sir?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He laughs, smiling brightly despite the burning on his face "I wasn't saying that, I'm happy for you and your family."
She nods "I'll talk to the captain, see if I can get some time off." She lies down on the blanket, sitting her head in their lap, looking up at 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.)