*No, this isn't a problem. I like killing and transferring the soul of Flynn T Skiller. It's how he works- risking his life to infect others with his evil*
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'You complaining? Because whatever there is in the desert is far more important than whatever else we were doing. We're going to convert a champion of chaos. I have great new powers, so you will not resist'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Do we have any horses or anything to make the journey quicker?' He looks around the camp for a mask. He gets the idea that a mask might be something he should wear...
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A striped tabaxi trudges through the cold as he heads to the tavern on top of the mountain. He wears green and yellow travelers clothing, and his striped fur is tinged with purple. His bright eyes are yellow and he smiles widely, unnaturally widely despite the frigid weather. He looks weary and ragged, but does not cease to stumble towards the tavern. His hands are extended before him and move rhythmically as he expertly catches all three of the juggling balls that he sends arcing into the air. The juggling tabaxi throws the balls high above his head, but never fails to catch them as they tumble back down, and then they are launched into the heavens once more in a perpetual cycle. He staggers to the tavern clearly exhausted. He kicks the door open with his foot for his hands occupied with his juggling, and he stumbles into the pub. He shouts a triumphant, "Hurrah!" and his unnaturally wide, toothy grin widens even more in victory.
Flynn puts on the mask. He likes masks. It hides the fact that he is and has been many people. Behind a mask, he can be what he truly is- an idea, rather than any one person
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*No, this isn't a problem. I like killing and transferring the soul of Flynn T Skiller. It's how he works- risking his life to infect others with his evil*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Good afternoon. Change of plan- we're going to the desert.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'You complaining? Because whatever there is in the desert is far more important than whatever else we were doing. We're going to convert a champion of chaos. I have great new powers, so you will not resist'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'I can assure you, I'm not ranting. I'm deadly serious. We are going to the desert. And any of you who seek to challenge me will be dealt with.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Do we have any horses or anything to make the journey quicker?' He looks around the camp for a mask. He gets the idea that a mask might be something he should wear...
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Flynn T Skiller searches for a mask
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Me and my friends will go with you.
BREAKING NEWS! BREAKING NEWS! BREAKING NEWS! NEWS!
The Pinguino: Speeding through stealing Dnd books(but mostly Premium seafood, preferably squid)!
*Where is your character? Mine is in a mercenary camp*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
At the pub, but joining you shortly.
2 plane shifts later....
Hello Again!
BREAKING NEWS! BREAKING NEWS! BREAKING NEWS! NEWS!
The Pinguino: Speeding through stealing Dnd books(but mostly Premium seafood, preferably squid)!
*So you're now at the mercenary camp?*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Elvis*
A striped tabaxi trudges through the cold as he heads to the tavern on top of the mountain. He wears green and yellow travelers clothing, and his striped fur is tinged with purple. His bright eyes are yellow and he smiles widely, unnaturally widely despite the frigid weather. He looks weary and ragged, but does not cease to stumble towards the tavern. His hands are extended before him and move rhythmically as he expertly catches all three of the juggling balls that he sends arcing into the air. The juggling tabaxi throws the balls high above his head, but never fails to catch them as they tumble back down, and then they are launched into the heavens once more in a perpetual cycle. He staggers to the tavern clearly exhausted. He kicks the door open with his foot for his hands occupied with his juggling, and he stumbles into the pub. He shouts a triumphant, "Hurrah!" and his unnaturally wide, toothy grin widens even more in victory.
Flynn puts on the mask. He likes masks. It hides the fact that he is and has been many people. Behind a mask, he can be what he truly is- an idea, rather than any one person
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He draws two red lines down from the corners of the mouth of the mask.
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.