“Wow.” He smiles sheepishly. “Bad for me to assume. You’ll probably end up with a higher position around here then. I’m just applying for security.”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Deimos hums a cheerful tune, pulling a crimson cloth from his pocket.His other hand reaches into a seperate pouch, and as he withdraws it, a black slimey goo slides out with his hand. He lets it curl around his fingers until it solidifies into a wicked hellish revolver with a golden trim. He gently begins to clean the weapon with the cloth, tapping his foot to the beat and swishing his tail. He looks up at the other people waiting in line and greets all of them with a smile. A few curses and awkward nods are thrown his way, but he just continues to hum, cleaning his gun. Strangely enough, it almost sounds like the gun is humming too.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A tall man dressed in a plague doctor's outfit enters through the main doors. He wears a black, bleak bird mask, a black wide brimmed hat over a black linen hood, a black buttoned up overcoat that goes down to his ankles, black gloves, and he carries a black cane with a silver raven head knob. Not an inch of flesh can be seen. He leans heavily on his cane which echoes loudly with each step he takes and he walks with a limp.
Following close behind him is a rotund, balding man dressed like a wealthy man from Victorian Era England. However, his colours seem to be very dull. As if he is tinted grey. He follows closely behind the plague doctor and is twisting a whip in his hands with nervous fingers. Something seems to have upset him, his features are downcast and sullen and he has glanced over his shoulder several times as if he is watching for something.
The two men walk quickly into the center of the room. The Plague Doctor halts and stands erect, looking around from behind his morbid mask. The other man stops close behind him and glances around with a nervous expression.
Deimos hums a cheerful tune, pulling a crimson cloth from his pocket.His other hand reaches into a seperate pouch, and as he withdraws it, a black slimey goo slides out with his hand. He lets it curl around his fingers until it solidifies into a wicked hellish revolver with a golden trim. He gently begins to clean the weapon with the cloth, tapping his foot to the beat and swishing his tail. He looks up at the other people waiting in line and greets all of them with a smile. A few curses and awkward nods are thrown his way, but he just continues to hum, cleaning his gun. Strangely enough, it almost sounds like the gun is humming too.
*That is so freakin sick*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A tall man dressed in a plague doctor's outfit enters through the main doors. He wears a black, bleak bird mask, a black wide brimmed hat over a black linen hood, a black buttoned up overcoat that goes down to his ankles, black gloves, and he carries a black cane with a silver raven head knob. Not an inch of flesh can be seen. He leans heavily on his cane which echoes loudly with each step he takes and he walks with a limp.
Following close behind him is a rotund, balding man dressed like a wealthy man from Victorian Era England. However, his colours seem to be very dull. As if he is tinted grey. He follows closely behind the plague doctor and is twisting a whip in his hands with nervous fingers. Something seems to have upset him, his features are downcast and sullen and he has glanced over his shoulder several times as if he is watching for something.
The two men walk quickly into the center of the room. The Plague Doctor halts and stands erect, looking around from behind his morbid mask. The other man stops close behind him and glances around with a nervous expression.
Tod sneaks up behind the nervous man, and pokes him on the shoulder. "Boo," he says, in a very monotone voice.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A tall man dressed in a plague doctor's outfit enters through the main doors. He wears a black, bleak bird mask, a black wide brimmed hat over a black linen hood, a black buttoned up overcoat that goes down to his ankles, black gloves, and he carries a black cane with a silver raven head knob. Not an inch of flesh can be seen. He leans heavily on his cane which echoes loudly with each step he takes and he walks with a limp.
Following close behind him is a rotund, balding man dressed like a wealthy man from Victorian Era England. However, his colours seem to be very dull. As if he is tinted grey. He follows closely behind the plague doctor and is twisting a whip in his hands with nervous fingers. Something seems to have upset him, his features are downcast and sullen and he has glanced over his shoulder several times as if he is watching for something.
The two men walk quickly into the center of the room. The Plague Doctor halts and stands erect, looking around from behind his morbid mask. The other man stops close behind him and glances around with a nervous expression.
Tod sneaks up behind the nervous man, and pokes him on the shoulder. "Boo," he says, in a very monotone voice.
He leaps up and drops his whip. The man looks at you and takes a deep breath of relief. When he has regained his composure he says, "Who are you and what was that for?"
*You create a character, have them enter and find an employee. Then you roleplay them getting a job. You will probably have to wait for Yvonne for that.*
*You create a character, have them enter and find an employee. Then you roleplay them getting a job. You will probably have to wait for Yvonne for that.*
*Cool! I have a character in mind already. He's going to be inspired by Dante's version of Cerberus.*
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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.
A tall man dressed in a plague doctor's outfit enters through the main doors. He wears a black, bleak bird mask, a black wide brimmed hat over a black linen hood, a black buttoned up overcoat that goes down to his ankles, black gloves, and he carries a black cane with a silver raven head knob. Not an inch of flesh can be seen. He leans heavily on his cane which echoes loudly with each step he takes and he walks with a limp.
Following close behind him is a rotund, balding man dressed like a wealthy man from Victorian Era England. However, his colours seem to be very dull. As if he is tinted grey. He follows closely behind the plague doctor and is twisting a whip in his hands with nervous fingers. Something seems to have upset him, his features are downcast and sullen and he has glanced over his shoulder several times as if he is watching for something.
The two men walk quickly into the center of the room. The Plague Doctor halts and stands erect, looking around from behind his morbid mask. The other man stops close behind him and glances around with a nervous expression.
Tod sneaks up behind the nervous man, and pokes him on the shoulder. "Boo," he says, in a very monotone voice.
He leaps up and drops his whip. The man looks at you and takes a deep breath of relief. When he has regained his composure he says, "Who are you and what was that for?"
"I'm Tod, and that was for fun." Tod leans down and picks up the man's whip. "Here, ya dropped this."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A tall man dressed in a plague doctor's outfit enters through the main doors. He wears a black, bleak bird mask, a black wide brimmed hat over a black linen hood, a black buttoned up overcoat that goes down to his ankles, black gloves, and he carries a black cane with a silver raven head knob. Not an inch of flesh can be seen. He leans heavily on his cane which echoes loudly with each step he takes and he walks with a limp.
Following close behind him is a rotund, balding man dressed like a wealthy man from Victorian Era England. However, his colours seem to be very dull. As if he is tinted grey. He follows closely behind the plague doctor and is twisting a whip in his hands with nervous fingers. Something seems to have upset him, his features are downcast and sullen and he has glanced over his shoulder several times as if he is watching for something.
The two men walk quickly into the center of the room. The Plague Doctor halts and stands erect, looking around from behind his morbid mask. The other man stops close behind him and glances around with a nervous expression.
Deimos steps up to the duo, a smile on his face. “Yo. Can I help you?” *Do you need a description?*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Deimos hums a cheerful tune, pulling a crimson cloth from his pocket.His other hand reaches into a seperate pouch, and as he withdraws it, a black slimey goo slides out with his hand. He lets it curl around his fingers until it solidifies into a wicked hellish revolver with a golden trim. He gently begins to clean the weapon with the cloth, tapping his foot to the beat and swishing his tail. He looks up at the other people waiting in line and greets all of them with a smile. A few curses and awkward nods are thrown his way, but he just continues to hum, cleaning his gun. Strangely enough, it almost sounds like the gun is humming too.
*That is so freakin sick*
*Ty :)*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A tall man dressed in a plague doctor's outfit enters through the main doors. He wears a black, bleak bird mask, a black wide brimmed hat over a black linen hood, a black buttoned up overcoat that goes down to his ankles, black gloves, and he carries a black cane with a silver raven head knob. Not an inch of flesh can be seen. He leans heavily on his cane which echoes loudly with each step he takes and he walks with a limp.
Following close behind him is a rotund, balding man dressed like a wealthy man from Victorian Era England. However, his colours seem to be very dull. As if he is tinted grey. He follows closely behind the plague doctor and is twisting a whip in his hands with nervous fingers. Something seems to have upset him, his features are downcast and sullen and he has glanced over his shoulder several times as if he is watching for something.
The two men walk quickly into the center of the room. The Plague Doctor halts and stands erect, looking around from behind his morbid mask. The other man stops close behind him and glances around with a nervous expression.
Tod sneaks up behind the nervous man, and pokes him on the shoulder. "Boo," he says, in a very monotone voice.
He leaps up and drops his whip. The man looks at you and takes a deep breath of relief. When he has regained his composure he says, "Who are you and what was that for?"
"I'm Tod, and that was for fun." Tod leans down and picks up the man's whip. "Here, ya dropped this."
A tall man dressed in a plague doctor's outfit enters through the main doors. He wears a black, bleak bird mask, a black wide brimmed hat over a black linen hood, a black buttoned up overcoat that goes down to his ankles, black gloves, and he carries a black cane with a silver raven head knob. Not an inch of flesh can be seen. He leans heavily on his cane which echoes loudly with each step he takes and he walks with a limp.
Following close behind him is a rotund, balding man dressed like a wealthy man from Victorian Era England. However, his colours seem to be very dull. As if he is tinted grey. He follows closely behind the plague doctor and is twisting a whip in his hands with nervous fingers. Something seems to have upset him, his features are downcast and sullen and he has glanced over his shoulder several times as if he is watching for something.
The two men walk quickly into the center of the room. The Plague Doctor halts and stands erect, looking around from behind his morbid mask. The other man stops close behind him and glances around with a nervous expression.
Deimos steps up to the duo, a smile on his face. “Yo. Can I help you?” *Do you need a description?*
The plague doctor nods, "As a matter of fact, your help would be greatly appreciated. This man's soul is in grave danger and we do not have much time before it is destroyed."
The plague doctor nods, "As a matter of fact, your help would be greatly appreciated. This man's soul is in grave danger and we do not have much time before it is destroyed."
*I think I know where to find it.*
“Interesting.” Deimos taps his hand against his side. “How did that happen? Is there a way to reverse it? And, pardon if this seems insensitive, but how is his soul important?”
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A tall man dressed in a plague doctor's outfit enters through the main doors. He wears a black, bleak bird mask, a black wide brimmed hat over a black linen hood, a black buttoned up overcoat that goes down to his ankles, black gloves, and he carries a black cane with a silver raven head knob. Not an inch of flesh can be seen. He leans heavily on his cane which echoes loudly with each step he takes and he walks with a limp.
Following close behind him is a rotund, balding man dressed like a wealthy man from Victorian Era England. However, his colours seem to be very dull. As if he is tinted grey. He follows closely behind the plague doctor and is twisting a whip in his hands with nervous fingers. Something seems to have upset him, his features are downcast and sullen and he has glanced over his shoulder several times as if he is watching for something.
The two men walk quickly into the center of the room. The Plague Doctor halts and stands erect, looking around from behind his morbid mask. The other man stops close behind him and glances around with a nervous expression.
Tod sneaks up behind the nervous man, and pokes him on the shoulder. "Boo," he says, in a very monotone voice.
He leaps up and drops his whip. The man looks at you and takes a deep breath of relief. When he has regained his composure he says, "Who are you and what was that for?"
"I'm Tod, and that was for fun." Tod leans down and picks up the man's whip. "Here, ya dropped this."
"Thank you," he mutters as he accepts the whip.
"Of course. What do you use it for?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
A well-padded, frosty fiend jollily makes its way through the front door. Its three demonic/lupine heads look around in excitement as it snacks on candy from a small pouch next to its knife set, which is complete with a flyswatter. Its blood-and-mudstained yet still mostly white apron and orange necktie make it clear that while it had some difficulty on the way here, it did make an effort to look nice.
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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.
The plague doctor nods, "As a matter of fact, your help would be greatly appreciated. This man's soul is in grave danger and we do not have much time before it is destroyed."
*I think I know where to find it.*
“Interesting.” Deimos taps his hand against his side. “How did that happen? Is there a way to reverse it? And, pardon if this seems insensitive, but how is his soul important?”
The plague doctor turns to the man, "Would you care to explain?"
"Why yes, of course," says the man, "My name is John Crooch. I was once in the army but I feared for my life. The daily bloodshed grew to be too much and I couldn't stand the thought of my death at another man's sword. So me and my friends deserted our positions and fled into the wilderness. We ran for days and finally came upon shelter in an abandoned castle. We decided to spend the night in the ruins and were surprised to find that a fiend, I think he was a devil, dwelt in the crumbling keep. It isn't much use to flee those sorts of things when they are right there in front of you, and he seemed to be polite and well behaved so we ended up telling him our story. This fiend told us that the nearest place of safety was hundreds of miles off and that we were likely to die in the wilderness before we got there. He then promised to give each of us a whip that would summon gold coins whenever it was lashed. He would also transport us to safety. However, he warned that he would be back in ten years time to collect our souls as his." Crooch sighs and twists the whip nervously, "I am a fool, I am. We accepted his offer. Me and my friends went our separate ways and I haven't seen them since. Now today is the tenth anniversary of that day and I know that that devil will come flying at any moment now to take my soul."
"Yes," interrupts the plague doctor, "I found him roaming the streets of Hell and have agreed to help him to the best of my abilities. I believe that his soul can be saved, but if so we must act quickly."
"How is his soul important?" this question makes Crooch very uncomfortable. The plague doctor continues, "His soul is no more important than the next man. It is no less important either. If he isn't saved, he will spend the rest of eternity in the clutches of a foul fiend, subjected to unending torture. And he deserves it. However if we all got what we deserved our fates would be no better than his."
A tall man dressed in a plague doctor's outfit enters through the main doors. He wears a black, bleak bird mask, a black wide brimmed hat over a black linen hood, a black buttoned up overcoat that goes down to his ankles, black gloves, and he carries a black cane with a silver raven head knob. Not an inch of flesh can be seen. He leans heavily on his cane which echoes loudly with each step he takes and he walks with a limp.
Following close behind him is a rotund, balding man dressed like a wealthy man from Victorian Era England. However, his colours seem to be very dull. As if he is tinted grey. He follows closely behind the plague doctor and is twisting a whip in his hands with nervous fingers. Something seems to have upset him, his features are downcast and sullen and he has glanced over his shoulder several times as if he is watching for something.
The two men walk quickly into the center of the room. The Plague Doctor halts and stands erect, looking around from behind his morbid mask. The other man stops close behind him and glances around with a nervous expression.
Tod sneaks up behind the nervous man, and pokes him on the shoulder. "Boo," he says, in a very monotone voice.
He leaps up and drops his whip. The man looks at you and takes a deep breath of relief. When he has regained his composure he says, "Who are you and what was that for?"
"I'm Tod, and that was for fun." Tod leans down and picks up the man's whip. "Here, ya dropped this."
"Thank you," he mutters as he accepts the whip.
"Of course. What do you use it for?"
"Allow me to demonstrate," the man snaps the whip and suddenly a handful of gold coins materialize and clatter to the ground. The man doesn't bother to pick them up. *You hear the explanation given to Deimos.*
“Wow.” He smiles sheepishly. “Bad for me to assume. You’ll probably end up with a higher position around here then. I’m just applying for security.”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“I bet you’ll be great at it!”
Deimos hums a cheerful tune, pulling a crimson cloth from his pocket.His other hand reaches into a seperate pouch, and as he withdraws it, a black slimey goo slides out with his hand. He lets it curl around his fingers until it solidifies into a wicked hellish revolver with a golden trim. He gently begins to clean the weapon with the cloth, tapping his foot to the beat and swishing his tail. He looks up at the other people waiting in line and greets all of them with a smile. A few curses and awkward nods are thrown his way, but he just continues to hum, cleaning his gun. Strangely enough, it almost sounds like the gun is humming too.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
A tall man dressed in a plague doctor's outfit enters through the main doors. He wears a black, bleak bird mask, a black wide brimmed hat over a black linen hood, a black buttoned up overcoat that goes down to his ankles, black gloves, and he carries a black cane with a silver raven head knob. Not an inch of flesh can be seen. He leans heavily on his cane which echoes loudly with each step he takes and he walks with a limp.
Following close behind him is a rotund, balding man dressed like a wealthy man from Victorian Era England. However, his colours seem to be very dull. As if he is tinted grey. He follows closely behind the plague doctor and is twisting a whip in his hands with nervous fingers. Something seems to have upset him, his features are downcast and sullen and he has glanced over his shoulder several times as if he is watching for something.
The two men walk quickly into the center of the room. The Plague Doctor halts and stands erect, looking around from behind his morbid mask. The other man stops close behind him and glances around with a nervous expression.
*That is so freakin sick*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Tod sneaks up behind the nervous man, and pokes him on the shoulder. "Boo," he says, in a very monotone voice.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*How does one join the Bureau?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He leaps up and drops his whip. The man looks at you and takes a deep breath of relief. When he has regained his composure he says, "Who are you and what was that for?"
*You create a character, have them enter and find an employee. Then you roleplay them getting a job. You will probably have to wait for Yvonne for that.*
*Cool! I have a character in mind already. He's going to be inspired by Dante's version of Cerberus.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm Tod, and that was for fun." Tod leans down and picks up the man's whip. "Here, ya dropped this."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Deimos steps up to the duo, a smile on his face. “Yo. Can I help you?” *Do you need a description?*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*Ty :)*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Thank you," he mutters as he accepts the whip.
The plague doctor nods, "As a matter of fact, your help would be greatly appreciated. This man's soul is in grave danger and we do not have much time before it is destroyed."
*I think I know where to find it.*
“Interesting.” Deimos taps his hand against his side. “How did that happen? Is there a way to reverse it? And, pardon if this seems insensitive, but how is his soul important?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Of course. What do you use it for?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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A well-padded, frosty fiend jollily makes its way through the front door. Its three demonic/lupine heads look around in excitement as it snacks on candy from a small pouch next to its knife set, which is complete with a flyswatter. Its blood-and-mudstained yet still mostly white apron and orange necktie make it clear that while it had some difficulty on the way here, it did make an effort to look nice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The plague doctor turns to the man, "Would you care to explain?"
"Why yes, of course," says the man, "My name is John Crooch. I was once in the army but I feared for my life. The daily bloodshed grew to be too much and I couldn't stand the thought of my death at another man's sword. So me and my friends deserted our positions and fled into the wilderness. We ran for days and finally came upon shelter in an abandoned castle. We decided to spend the night in the ruins and were surprised to find that a fiend, I think he was a devil, dwelt in the crumbling keep. It isn't much use to flee those sorts of things when they are right there in front of you, and he seemed to be polite and well behaved so we ended up telling him our story. This fiend told us that the nearest place of safety was hundreds of miles off and that we were likely to die in the wilderness before we got there. He then promised to give each of us a whip that would summon gold coins whenever it was lashed. He would also transport us to safety. However, he warned that he would be back in ten years time to collect our souls as his." Crooch sighs and twists the whip nervously, "I am a fool, I am. We accepted his offer. Me and my friends went our separate ways and I haven't seen them since. Now today is the tenth anniversary of that day and I know that that devil will come flying at any moment now to take my soul."
"Yes," interrupts the plague doctor, "I found him roaming the streets of Hell and have agreed to help him to the best of my abilities. I believe that his soul can be saved, but if so we must act quickly."
"How is his soul important?" this question makes Crooch very uncomfortable. The plague doctor continues, "His soul is no more important than the next man. It is no less important either. If he isn't saved, he will spend the rest of eternity in the clutches of a foul fiend, subjected to unending torture. And he deserves it. However if we all got what we deserved our fates would be no better than his."
"Allow me to demonstrate," the man snaps the whip and suddenly a handful of gold coins materialize and clatter to the ground. The man doesn't bother to pick them up. *You hear the explanation given to Deimos.*