"Eh, few days without food... it's nothing, I'm dealing with something more." He says
"Wha- uh... fine." He sighs, "If it'll calm you down." They hop out of his arms and stretch, "So what do you need?"
"Then, what do you need my help with?" He asks, tossing the file back on his desk and offering her a seat
Argent sighs and picks up Ozzy "Cmon.. You need food and water and sleep."
"I do not like that other priestess who is talking to you." He said, his voice sounding very annoyed.
"I d-don't know how to survive without blood but I don't want to keep killing people.."
He trys to resist this, but is in no shape to do so, "C-cant. I need to finish it."
"Well you don't like anyone i talk to." They retort, "Shes just helping me clean."
"Hm... I see." He sighs, scratching the back of his head, "Its not my area of expertise, but if it'll help you not kill anymore innocent folk I'm sure we can find something."
"Nope. Sorry bud." He said and sat him in a chair in the tavern "Sit. Stay. I'm gonna get you something to eat and drink."
"She is a succubus." It grumbles "She is obviously after you."
She nods quickly and wipes away tears "Thank you.."
Ozzy grumbles, looking worse in actual light as he slumps on the table
He raises an eyebrow, "Suuuuuure. I've got a barriar around this place, she wouldn't be able to come in if that was true." He says, crossing his arms
He nods, patting her shoulder, "Now, how did you end up like this?"
Jason finds he can't swallow the whiskey. "Don't drink that [GP]. It is cheap and weak." Mr. Black pulls a bottle out of his coat and slams it down on the table. "This will help me explain." The bottle has a dark green effervescent substance inside of it, and the label reads Mercury Absinthe. "Mercury, as you must know, is a heavy metal found in fish. It is highly toxic, and any high dose will kill you quite painfully. Absinthe is a very strong booze, as you obviously know, but is bitter and often includes toxic heavy metals for color. By all logic, making absinthe out of mercury should be impossible, and certainly shouldn't be delicious or safe." He pours Jason a shot.
"But here we are. The Nightmare doesn't care for what is real and what is falsehood created by man. If the people of the county I lived in believed in delicious springs of mercury absinthe, then those springs would be found in the Nightmare. I seek out delicious, impossible things like this for a living. Drink."
Jason downs it without hesitation "My body is already on its way out, pretty sure half of me is dead already so why not add another spin of the revolver barrel to the mix." He chuckled and tilted his head.
It tastes... weird. It lingers on his tongue, despite barely touching it. Amazing, but... definitely not like any booze he's ever had. It's spicy and high-proof, sure, but it tastes... how do I put this?... like hopes and dreams of a brighter, freer future, where you can be anything you want to be and make the art you want to make. Bohemian fantasy in liquid form.
"The stuff gives no hangovers. Completely non-toxic as well, which is a first for alcohol. What I'm saying is, there is no universe where I am not a monster. At least, not a universe that contains human nature."
"Eh, few days without food... it's nothing, I'm dealing with something more." He says
"Wha- uh... fine." He sighs, "If it'll calm you down." They hop out of his arms and stretch, "So what do you need?"
"Then, what do you need my help with?" He asks, tossing the file back on his desk and offering her a seat
Argent sighs and picks up Ozzy "Cmon.. You need food and water and sleep."
"I do not like that other priestess who is talking to you." He said, his voice sounding very annoyed.
"I d-don't know how to survive without blood but I don't want to keep killing people.."
He trys to resist this, but is in no shape to do so, "C-cant. I need to finish it."
"Well you don't like anyone i talk to." They retort, "Shes just helping me clean."
"Hm... I see." He sighs, scratching the back of his head, "Its not my area of expertise, but if it'll help you not kill anymore innocent folk I'm sure we can find something."
"Nope. Sorry bud." He said and sat him in a chair in the tavern "Sit. Stay. I'm gonna get you something to eat and drink."
"She is a succubus." It grumbles "She is obviously after you."
She nods quickly and wipes away tears "Thank you.."
Ozzy grumbles, looking worse in actual light as he slumps on the table
He raises an eyebrow, "Suuuuuure. I've got a barriar around this place, she wouldn't be able to come in if that was true." He says, crossing his arms
He nods, patting her shoulder, "Now, how did you end up like this?"
Argent appears a few moments later, handing him a plate of food and a glass of water. "Here."
Jason finds he can't swallow the whiskey. "Don't drink that [GP]. It is cheap and weak." Mr. Black pulls a bottle out of his coat and slams it down on the table. "This will help me explain." The bottle has a dark green effervescent substance inside of it, and the label reads Mercury Absinthe. "Mercury, as you must know, is a heavy metal found in fish. It is highly toxic, and any high dose will kill you quite painfully. Absinthe is a very strong booze, as you obviously know, but is bitter and often includes toxic heavy metals for color. By all logic, making absinthe out of mercury should be impossible, and certainly shouldn't be delicious or safe." He pours Jason a shot.
"But here we are. The Nightmare doesn't care for what is real and what is falsehood created by man. If the people of the county I lived in believed in delicious springs of mercury absinthe, then those springs would be found in the Nightmare. I seek out delicious, impossible things like this for a living. Drink."
Jason downs it without hesitation "My body is already on its way out, pretty sure half of me is dead already so why not add another spin of the revolver barrel to the mix." He chuckled and tilted his head.
It tastes... weird. It lingers on his tongue, despite barely touching it. Amazing, but... definitely not like any booze he's ever had. It's spicy and high-proof, sure, but it tastes... how do I put this?... like hopes and dreams of a brighter, freer future, where you can be anything you want to be and make the art you want to make. Bohemian fantasy in liquid form.
"The stuff gives no hangovers. Completely non-toxic as well, which is a first for alcohol. What I'm saying is, there is no universe where I am not a monster. At least, not a universe that contains human nature."
"I don't see it." He said and chuckled "I do not see how you are a monster, put it like that. Maybe its because I think differently compared to others or maybe its because I choose to see a good in people." He said and tilted his head. "Your not a monster."
Echo groans "hurts"
psychopath ^-^
"I know, i know." he then casts heal. (Gain 100 hp)
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"thank you"
psychopath ^-^
"Oh.. You are one of those people." He said and rolled his eyes. "Just keep Phoenix out of this please."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Ozzy grumbles, looking worse in actual light as he slumps on the table
He raises an eyebrow, "Suuuuuure. I've got a barriar around this place, she wouldn't be able to come in if that was true." He says, crossing his arms
He nods, patting her shoulder, "Now, how did you end up like this?"
He nods
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Phoenix whimpers a bit as the man laughs. "He has magic as well, fool..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
It tastes... weird. It lingers on his tongue, despite barely touching it. Amazing, but... definitely not like any booze he's ever had. It's spicy and high-proof, sure, but it tastes... how do I put this?... like hopes and dreams of a brighter, freer future, where you can be anything you want to be and make the art you want to make. Bohemian fantasy in liquid form.
"The stuff gives no hangovers. Completely non-toxic as well, which is a first for alcohol. What I'm saying is, there is no universe where I am not a monster. At least, not a universe that contains human nature."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You can try." He said
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Echo sits down at a table
psychopath ^-^
Theren sits across from him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
charisma save
psychopath ^-^
"didn't think anyone would come"
psychopath ^-^
Argent appears a few moments later, handing him a plate of food and a glass of water. "Here."
"I saw it with my own eyes." He snarled.
"Vampire Spawn..." She replied.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"i'd try to find ya my friend."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I know that." He said and narrowed his eyes "Please leave."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"thanks"
psychopath ^-^
"Not until you both are dead."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I don't see it." He said and chuckled "I do not see how you are a monster, put it like that. Maybe its because I think differently compared to others or maybe its because I choose to see a good in people." He said and tilted his head. "Your not a monster."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"of course."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.