You hear a voice from behind. "I'm not a doctor, but I can help." The same dragonborn from earlier today is standing there with what looks like a box of parts.
"Still bleeding," the dragonborn says. He pulls out a scanner. After looking at a few criptic readings, he turns to the young man. "Sorry sir, but your mom will need a new heart if she's gonna survive." He starts rummaging in his box.
Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
"AHA! Here it is!" The dragonborn starts fashioning a new heart.
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Commanding nothing less than the power to create life, many battle smiths turn their genius toward forging technologically remarkable puppies and kitties.
Thɾąѵaχιs looks very worried, "Is there any way I can help?"
"Probably not. I'm almost done anyway." The heart disappears and the ladies breath completely normalizes.
"Now, who's coming?"
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"H-... He... I don't know. He has a different face every time. He could be... anyone..."
The man slows down his breathing, trying to keep from hyperventilating. His eyes flash a disorienting yellow. Suddenly, he is brandishing an oversized dagger made of some unidentifiable organic material.
"Stand back, everyone." The dragonborn stands and suddenly is surrounded by six floating holographic hands.
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"Woah woah, calm down now, I'm not trying to trick anyone!"
The man's breathing is ragged, eyes wild. "Liars... Traitors, all! Teach them to... attack my mother... kill em'... kill em' all!" He's hyperventilating. He falls to his knees, shaking. He clutches his chest with his free hand, stabilizing himself with the other.
"Whoa. We're here to help." The dragonborn helps him up with the Holohands™.
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'No problem.'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Still bleeding," the dragonborn says. He pulls out a scanner. After looking at a few criptic readings, he turns to the young man. "Sorry sir, but your mom will need a new heart if she's gonna survive." He starts rummaging in his box.
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
*time to unleash my roleplaying skilz*
"AHA! Here it is!" The dragonborn starts fashioning a new heart.
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
Thɾąѵaχιs looks very worried, "Is there any way I can help?"
The young man nods shakily. "Th-thank you again. I need somewhere to hide. He'll be coming any minute now. No telling who he'll be this time..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*gtg*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Who will be here in a minute?"
Me.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"Probably not. I'm almost done anyway." The heart disappears and the ladies breath completely normalizes.
"Now, who's coming?"
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
"H-... He... I don't know. He has a different face every time. He could be... anyone..."
The man slows down his breathing, trying to keep from hyperventilating. His eyes flash a disorienting yellow. Suddenly, he is brandishing an oversized dagger made of some unidentifiable organic material.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Why do you have that?"
"You're trying to trick me, aren't you? Get back!"
He slashes wildly with the knife, in a manner clearly meant to be more threatening than harmful.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Woah woah, calm down now, I'm not trying to trick anyone!"
"Stand back, everyone." The dragonborn stands and suddenly is surrounded by six floating holographic hands.
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
The man's breathing is ragged, eyes wild. "Liars... Traitors, all! Teach them to... attack my mother... kill em'... kill em' all!" He's hyperventilating. He falls to his knees, shaking. He clutches his chest with his free hand, stabilizing himself with the other.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Disregarding the knife, the dragon scoops him up and tries to calm him
"Whoa. We're here to help." The dragonborn helps him up with the Holohands™.
I have succesfully wasted your time!😀
The man curls up into a ball, shivering and muttering. "No... kill... kill... traitors... monsters... liars..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I can help take away her pain"
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
Thra (Imma shorten his name lol) holds the man gingerly, cradling him against his warm chest, trying to be as comforting as possible