*snip for alaric* “Well I came from a very hateful village so they hate anyone who looks infernal in the slightest. I guess It’s time to put that aside and start something new.”
Neki goes over to the bar and puts some sp into the register. He comes back and sits down with Ozzy.
”I covered the cost of your drink as a thank you for listening to my insecurities.”
"You sure? I already owe you for helping me with my legs" He says, offering some coins
“It’s okay, I don’t need your money. I’m making enough here to get by on my own. Thank you for offering though Ozzy.”
Neki smiles and moves his hair out of his eyes.
"No problem Neki" He smiles, reluctantly pocketing his coins, "So, how did you choose to work here?"
“I’ve been looking for a place to settle down, and since those murderous villagers are terrified of the Candyman, they never come here anymore. This tavern looks like a good place to work, so I reached out to the owners.”
*my goodness Neki is like a slightly darker version of me.*
“It’s okay, I don’t need your money. I’m making enough here to get by on my own. Thank you for offering though Ozzy.”
Neki smiles and moves his hair out of his eyes.
"No problem Neki" He smiles, reluctantly pocketing his coins, "So, how did you choose to work here?"
“I’ve been looking for a place to settle down, and since those murderous villagers are terrified of the Candyman, they never come here anymore. This tavern looks like a good place to work, so I reached out to the owners.”
*my goodness Neki is like a slightly darker version of me.*
*I feel that*
"Oh, that makes sense. A job is always useful, and the people are pretty nice" He nods
"Well I... Gurk" Asmodia's head rolls to the side and his body vanishes.
Both me look around. "Find her!" one growls
"Don't bother. I always collect on time and it was his." A dark robed figure shrouded in black stands in front of them. He is holding a scythe that pulses darkness.
"Well I... Gurk" Asmodia's head rolls to the side and his body vanishes.
Both me look around. "Find her!" one growls
"Don't bother. I always collect on time and it was his." A dark robed figure shrouded in black stands in front of them. He is holding a scythe that pulses darkness.
Both men clench their knives. "And who the hells are you?" one asks, his voice distorted.
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*The man chuckles as another knife is put to Asmodia's back. "We can play the game." a new voice says* [snip]
"Then lets play" A shield and 2 longswords fly out from Asmodia
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The second man presses the knife deeper into her back drawing blood. "Now now, I wouldn't do that."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You sure? I already owe you for helping me with my legs" He says, offering some coins
“It’s okay, I don’t need your money. I’m making enough here to get by on my own. Thank you for offering though Ozzy.”
Neki smiles and moves his hair out of his eyes.
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"What do you want?" "I will fight all of you just leave her alone."
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Theren is inside drinking tea while writing in a leather bound journal.
Phoenix is fixing his jeep.
The two killers are in a house in town
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Both men chuckle. "We dont want anything." the man says.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No problem Neki" He smiles, reluctantly pocketing his coins, "So, how did you choose to work here?"
"Then why is there a knife in my back and in hers?"
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Abigail is staring at both of them, confused, "Why are you in my closet?"
The guy laughs. "Oh. We're all a little crazy. Aren't we?" the other man nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Both men turn, holding bloody knives. They both clean them off with a singular motion and step aside to show a dead local.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well I... Gurk" Asmodia's head rolls to the side and his body vanishes.
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Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
“I’ve been looking for a place to settle down, and since those murderous villagers are terrified of the Candyman, they never come here anymore. This tavern looks like a good place to work, so I reached out to the owners.”
*my goodness Neki is like a slightly darker version of me.*
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Both me look around. "Find him!" one growls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She just sighs, "Dang it. He was the mail man"
*I feel that*
"Oh, that makes sense. A job is always useful, and the people are pretty nice" He nods
Both men tilt their heads and start to stalk toward her, knives out and ready to attack.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Don't bother. I always collect on time and it was his." A dark robed figure shrouded in black stands in front of them. He is holding a scythe that pulses darkness.
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
Both men clench their knives. "And who the hells are you?" one asks, his voice distorted.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.