A terrifying shadow creature walks through the door, taking a vaguely human shaped and sized form. “Not sure what I got invited for. Was it those Skraaaks? I only killed them because I was defending Castle Ätėæšghwòïasx. Andd I might be here because of the Næø Galaxy. That one’s my bad.” *They are a well meaning primordial being, but are quite evil most of the time.* *they refuse to beleive that what they do is bad intentioned, and they state that someone has to take the role, and it might as well be them and not a psychopath. Which is fair enough.*
'It was the Næø Galaxy. An excellent job you made of it, as well '
'This wine is mixed with the freshest aasimar blood. You don't like it, blame him' he points to one of the aasimar servers.
'What did you say about the sewers of YonStore?!!'
"Aasimar is child's play. 'Good' is a standby for when 'great' would be too expensive. Anyone can make good food and drink, given the effort. But you invited hundreds of villains from entire realities away. The fact that you dare think that this basic fodder is acceptable for such an event astounds me."
"You heard me. I'll say it again. I've tasted better wine when my sense of smell was clogged by the scent of human waste and rotten sewer dwellers! At least the sewer dwellers think about how good their food will be before ruining it to fit some sort of high-concept elitism."
'Money is no object to me! I will have the finest foods for you! Even if your crude manners are beginning to grate. One does not go to a party to complain'
A server comes and delivers him exactly what he wants
'AND WHAT IN THE HEAVENS WERE YOU DOING IN THE YONSTORE SEWERS???? I NEED TO KNOW!!!'
A man sits in a chair at a table. He’s medium height, with somewhat long black hair that hangs limply on his shoulders. The man’s skin seems not quite real, as if it could be peeled away. His clothing is vibrant and elaborate, and he holds in his hands a tattered pirate’s hat.
'Would you like some freshly squeezed blood wine, sir?'
The man perks up at the mention of blood. He leans forward hungrily. “I’d like nothing more.”
A server delivers him some
The takes a tentative sip and immediately doubles over. He appears to be in immense pain. His skin is trembling and writhing. In many places it splits, revealing a second skin of sleek, alabaster white. He begins chanting to himself, a desperate song of twisted words you don’t recognize. The man manages, just barely, to hold himself together.
Then, all of the sudden, it stops. The man straightens, looking entirely unbothered. He fixes his hair and downs the rest of the glass.
“Next round’s on me!”
'You like the pain of that? You remind me of someone...'
'They are Variants of mine. They do my bidding. Well, technically, they are me, so of course they do their own bidding, which happens to be mine. They can travel to whatever world is needed, whether that be a world of magic or science, one where the wars are fought between elves and dwarves, or one where the only fighters are men and machines'
'It was the Næø Galaxy. An excellent job you made of it, as well '
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'Makes sense. I can help you make them pay'
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'Money is no object to me! I will have the finest foods for you! Even if your crude manners are beginning to grate. One does not go to a party to complain'
A server comes and delivers him exactly what he wants
'AND WHAT IN THE HEAVENS WERE YOU DOING IN THE YONSTORE SEWERS???? I NEED TO KNOW!!!'
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He smiles, “How so?”
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'I have a million ways to make people wish they were dead' Cato smiles
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'You like the pain of that? You remind me of someone...'
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He chuckles, “Well I’m sure they wouldn’t mind a visit.”
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'Do you know where they could be found?'
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“Of course, their business office.”
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'And where is that?'
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Lonely is floating 20 feet in the air, sketching something on a paper.
'Good evening Lonely. What are you drawing?'
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He pulls out a map from his pocket, “Right about here.” He says pointing to a location.
*Nit going to name it*
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'That can certainly be arranged'
6 white-masked spirits seem to leave his body. They start off as little more than a vapour, but soon solidify into humanoids. They then disappear.
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The vampire starts clapping, “Well done, never seen anything like that before. Pray tell what are they?”
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'They are Variants of mine. They do my bidding. Well, technically, they are me, so of course they do their own bidding, which happens to be mine. They can travel to whatever world is needed, whether that be a world of magic or science, one where the wars are fought between elves and dwarves, or one where the only fighters are men and machines'
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“I’m designing a new automaton.”
'What does it do?'
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“It’s designed to be able to pick locks and sneak into small places, and to find specific objects.”
'It sounds very useful, then. Not that I would need to sneak into small places, of course'
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