*Another fast food man? Interesting, if you wanna rp, I'll try to rp. Who would you want? Hypothetically.*
*man fire fir mreaifn fire fire man fire man put man in the fryer manfire Kazuya*
*Of course, captain Kazuya here we go.*
Kazuya praying over the corpse of a recently put down infernal, holding the ashes as his Tebrosis seems to have expanded. Tears fall to the ground, sighing before standing up and wiping off his tears and holding his holy symbol as he thinks.
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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.'
Kazuya praying over the corpse of a recently put down infernal, holding the ashes as his Tebrosis seems to have expanded. Tears fall to the ground, sighing before standing up and wiping off his tears and holding his holy symbol as he thinks.
*I'll be honest, I don't know how to respond to this. I don't think anyone other than maybe Felix would approach a crying man in public who just killed someone and is horribly diseased.*
Kazuya praying over the corpse of a recently put down infernal, holding the ashes as his Tebrosis seems to have expanded. Tears fall to the ground, sighing before standing up and wiping off his tears and holding his holy symbol as he thinks.
*I'll be honest, I don't know how to respond to this. I don't think anyone other than maybe Felix would approach a crying man in public who just killed someone and is horribly diseased.*
*Fair enough, Kazuya is emotionally and physically scarred. He's not exactly the happiest man, but he tries. How about you right out an intro and I'll use Kazuya for it, unless you want to maybe use Felix.*
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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.'
Kazuya praying over the corpse of a recently put down infernal, holding the ashes as his Tebrosis seems to have expanded. Tears fall to the ground, sighing before standing up and wiping off his tears and holding his holy symbol as he thinks.
*I'll be honest, I don't know how to respond to this. I don't think anyone other than maybe Felix would approach a crying man in public who just killed someone and is horribly diseased.*
*Fair enough, Kazuya is emotionally and physically scarred. He's not exactly the happiest man, but he tries. How about you right out an intro and I'll use Kazuya for it, unless you want to maybe use Felix.*
*How about both?*
Felix waddles over, sets down a footstool, and places a cooling blanket on Kazuya's shoulders once he can reach. "How are you holding up, my son?" He's dressed in his vestments as a Hearth Cleric.
A large, tubby, bald man in clothes fit for an office worker, plus a long waist apron and white gloves, is watching as workers set up a burn clinic. There's a sign right next to it, explaining that Whaleheart Eats has sponsored this hospital, as well as a local Leary House, which is a place families can stay nearby if a member of said family is hospitalized. The man seems proud.
Kazuya praying over the corpse of a recently put down infernal, holding the ashes as his Tebrosis seems to have expanded. Tears fall to the ground, sighing before standing up and wiping off his tears and holding his holy symbol as he thinks.
*I'll be honest, I don't know how to respond to this. I don't think anyone other than maybe Felix would approach a crying man in public who just killed someone and is horribly diseased.*
*Fair enough, Kazuya is emotionally and physically scarred. He's not exactly the happiest man, but he tries. How about you right out an intro and I'll use Kazuya for it, unless you want to maybe use Felix.*
*How about both?*
Felix waddles over, sets down a footstool, and places a cooling blanket on Kazuya's shoulders once he can reach. "How are you holding up, my son?" He's dressed in his vestments as a Hearth Cleric.
A large, tubby, bald man in clothes fit for an office worker, plus a long waist apron and white gloves, is watching as workers set up a burn clinic. There's a sign right next to it, explaining that Whaleheart Eats has sponsored this hospital, as well as a local Leary House, which is a place families can stay nearby if a member of said family is hospitalized. The man seems proud.
His arms sizzle on contact with the blanket, looking down to the remains of the infernal as he shakes a bit from both the pain and the anguish. He looks over to them after a moment, holding onto his own necklace “I… this job is hard sometimes…”
A looming and heated presences covers over them, knocking a large finger on the door as they see the shadow above. Standing outside, happy to meet some new people in town, is Rag, on his way to prepare for his wedding, taking a moment from it to see them.
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Waka checks on them as some nurses walk out. She sits down next to them, tilting her head, "What's wrong?"
She nods, closing her eyes and rubbing their palm, "Just a few more months..." She sighs.
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.)
".....Tresa.....she hates me..." he sobs, knees up to his chest,
He nods, kissing their cheek
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She holds them, rubbing their back, "She... she doesn't hate you... talk to her again... when you're healthy again."
She begins to fall into a sleep, muttering slightly in slumber.
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 holds onto her tight, still crying a bit and hiccupping
Leo smiles, holding her close and still watching the movie
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She holds and comforts them, rubbing their back and kissing their forehead, "I'm here for you."
(Good end there if you want to.)
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.)
*Sorry was at lunch, and sure that works*
He nods, calming down slowly and still hiccuping.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Sorry, I was at lunch, you still here.*
She kisses their cheek, holding their face, "You should probably go check on her, I'll be here, waiting for you."
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.)
*yupp*
He nods, struggiling to stand
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She gets them some crutches, helping them to get moving until they can move without help.
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 uses the crutches to get to where Tresa is.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Tresa is sitting outside of her home portal, sitting in the mud and crying silently.
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.)
*Hey, everyone. Fast Food man is ready for RP*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Another fast food man? Interesting, if you wanna rp, I'll try to rp. Who would you want? Hypothetically.*
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.)
*man fire fir mreaifn fire fire man fire man put man in the fryer manfire Kazuya*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Of course, captain Kazuya here we go.*
Kazuya praying over the corpse of a recently put down infernal, holding the ashes as his Tebrosis seems to have expanded. Tears fall to the ground, sighing before standing up and wiping off his tears and holding his holy symbol as he thinks.
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'll be honest, I don't know how to respond to this. I don't think anyone other than maybe Felix would approach a crying man in public who just killed someone and is horribly diseased.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Fair enough, Kazuya is emotionally and physically scarred. He's not exactly the happiest man, but he tries. How about you right out an intro and I'll use Kazuya for it, unless you want to maybe use Felix.*
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.)
*Oh also I'm back from Spanish class.*
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.)
*How about both?*
Felix waddles over, sets down a footstool, and places a cooling blanket on Kazuya's shoulders once he can reach. "How are you holding up, my son?" He's dressed in his vestments as a Hearth Cleric.
A large, tubby, bald man in clothes fit for an office worker, plus a long waist apron and white gloves, is watching as workers set up a burn clinic. There's a sign right next to it, explaining that Whaleheart Eats has sponsored this hospital, as well as a local Leary House, which is a place families can stay nearby if a member of said family is hospitalized. The man seems proud.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
His arms sizzle on contact with the blanket, looking down to the remains of the infernal as he shakes a bit from both the pain and the anguish. He looks over to them after a moment, holding onto his own necklace “I… this job is hard sometimes…”
A looming and heated presences covers over them, knocking a large finger on the door as they see the shadow above. Standing outside, happy to meet some new people in town, is Rag, on his way to prepare for his wedding, taking a moment from it to see them.