Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
*I HAVE THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THIS BUT HE ISN'T FINISSSHED...*
*Where is the second one taking place?*
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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.
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
*I HAVE THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THIS BUT HE ISN'T FINISSSHED...*
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
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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.
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
Simon yanks his wrist back and narrows his blue eyes "What do you want..."
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
Simon yanks his wrist back and narrows his blue eyes "What do you want..."
"I want to help." He says softly.
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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.
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"well, I did find something on my travels you might like"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*oh, did you ever check out the doc?*
"Really?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*nah, didnt have time, sorry*
galax hands theren a copper sphere, about the size of a cabbage
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Your all good*
"Whats it do?" he asks, examining it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
the sphere sprouts legs and starts trying to climb theren
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Theren lets it. "Huh, reminds me of the Archimedes spheres Leo is making."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*and there goes my insparation lol*
"found it on some steampunk world, made by a guy called ottoluke"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Nooooo! I didn't mean to do that T-T *
"Ottoluke?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*im laughing so hard internally because im in school*
"some important dead artificer"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*I had Leo making these as experiments recently T-T *
"huh...wonder if Leo's heard of him."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*so youve copied a charecter from a book series? shame. (jk)*
"does leo somehow end up on some tiny backwater steampunk world?"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Well yes actually.*
"Nah. He's been in this world most of his life."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*GTG*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Bye :[ *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Sam is outside, in the center of a brawl in the street. A man had been harassing a woman and Sam stepped in, delivering a solid punch to the man's nose. The blokes friends showed up and, from there, a brawl ensued. Sam is throwing punches left and right, only one of him and three of the arses who are trying to pin him and punch his clock.
Simon is standing over the body of a woman, her life now long gone from her body. He is shaking badly, his hands blindly reaching towards his own face as if to claw it off someway. A strangled noise escapes his throat in pain as he kneels before the woman. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry." He says quietly, his voice breaking.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*I HAVE THE PERFECT CHARACTER FOR THIS BUT HE ISN'T FINISSSHED...*
*Where is the second one taking place?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Woods*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
The Saint approaches. "What's wrong?" He whispers, stepping over the body and taking Simon's wrists.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon yanks his wrist back and narrows his blue eyes "What do you want..."
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"I want to help." He says softly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.