A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
He nods at them
They nod back, continueing forward and shoving through the crowded streets
A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
He nods at them
They nod back, continueing forward and shoving through the crowded streets
Phoenix puts the motor in a bag of holding and follows them
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
He nods at them
They nod back, continueing forward and shoving through the crowded streets
Phoenix puts the motor in a bag of holding and follows them
They seem to be heading towards the tavern, before pausing and turning down an alleyway
A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
He nods at them
They nod back, continueing forward and shoving through the crowded streets
Phoenix puts the motor in a bag of holding and follows them
They seem to be heading towards the tavern, before pausing and turning down an alleyway
Phoenix continues to follow them
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A figure walks into town, a longsword strapped to their hip. They have an interesting outfit, a set of plate mail with a symbol emblazoned in red paint of a sword clashing with a shield. The eyeholes of their helm glow a sickening emerald green, casting its light on anything they look at. They stand at about 5'7 though, so despite their intimidating form they're shorter than most of the townsfolk they pass,
Phoenix, working on his motor, glances at him, eyebrows raised.
They look back at him, making a gesture that might be a greeting
He nods at them
They nod back, continueing forward and shoving through the crowded streets
Phoenix puts the motor in a bag of holding and follows them
They seem to be heading towards the tavern, before pausing and turning down an alleyway
Phoenix continues to follow them
They turn down a corner, dissapearing from view
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"Who did this to you?"
psychopath ^-^
"Dont worry about it. I'll be fine."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You don't look fine"
psychopath ^-^
ember seems somewhat amused by his excitement.
I'm viper, The Ultimate Silly Snake 50/50 whatever I'm saying is a poorly thought-out joke, or something I think makes sense but really doesn't.
i also like being estreeeeeemely chaotic.
I also do commissions! look here for prices!
He tries to wave them off but nearly collapses.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A few minutes later he comes out with a steaming croissant on a brown paper napkin.
"Here you go!"
she nods and takes it "thank you...how much do i owe you?"
I'm viper, The Ultimate Silly Snake 50/50 whatever I'm saying is a poorly thought-out joke, or something I think makes sense but really doesn't.
i also like being estreeeeeemely chaotic.
I also do commissions! look here for prices!
They catch him "You need a doctor, again"
psychopath ^-^
"i heard that." he grumbles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Cmon, lets go"
psychopath ^-^
He leans against them, limping as he walks
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"hate seeing you hurt like this"
psychopath ^-^
They nod back, continueing forward and shoving through the crowded streets
"Whys that?" he says, through gritted teeth
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Phoenix puts the motor in a bag of holding and follows them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"just do"
psychopath ^-^
"Dont really believe that you just hate seeing me hurt...theres probably more to it." he grumbles, stumbling a bit
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They seem to be heading towards the tavern, before pausing and turning down an alleyway
Phoenix continues to follow them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They turn down a corner, dissapearing from view