The one in the front steps forward. "Uhh, we've had reports of lots of rodents in the area. Can we take a look inside?"
"Rats? In a place like this?" He sai and smiled brightly "I think you are mistaken."
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*Bulimia Nervosa. It's an eating disorder and massively damages mental health.*
A deep snuffling can be heard in the basement. A red glow, like a dull spotlight, can be seen, moving around the maze-like halls. "Father... father... what is taking you so long? Please..."
Mezzoni snarls and opens his office door, staring down the hallway. "I thought I had that door locked.."
A massive wendigo-like creature is at the end of the hall, draped in tattered whaleskin. Its antlers are broken off, and it clutches its scarf desperately. Its red eyes turn to Mezzoni. "Have you seen the Redlight moon? Does the moon even rise in such a place as this?"
"Get. Back. In. Your. Room." He snarls, baring perfect teeth. "No moon, never."
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
He puts on the new shirt, waiting for the assistant to take him.
The assistant grabs him by the shoulder and leads him outside. The courtyard is barely anything but he can at least see the sky.
He giggles happily and lays down on the floor
The assistant keeps watch over him before seeming to disappear. Nicholas is alone in the courtyard.
Nicholas stares at the sky, tears falling from his face. He then starts to hear whispers only hear can hear. He talks to the voices quietly.
*he has a mild case of schizophrenia*
Mezzoni suddenly stands over him. "Are you talking to them again?"
He quickly goes shhh shh. "N-no sir.."
"Its okay if you are." He said and tilted his head.
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*can i be like a psycho ghost child that messes with people that aren't where they are supposed to be?*
*i think it would be cool, like the haunted sanatorium that drives its patients insane so they get to stay longer*
(:
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
*can i be like a psycho ghost child that messes with people that aren't where they are supposed to be?*
*Course!*
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
A celestial behemoth gets knocked down the hallway. The large figure is of peak health and strength, with pale white skin, scarlet red hair, and otherworldly green eyes. Three sets of wings expand from their back, each of a slightly different bird, an eagle, a parrot, an owl. The Procession of Charity picks themselves up, dusting themselves off. Their heavenly composure, despite the landing, remains, as a halo of light, a sword of fiery radiance, and godly grace adorns them. Eyes lines their wings, as they steadying themselves standing up, werey of what in the world knocked them down. After making sure all is fine, they take a long needed sigh, before shifting down to a form much more simpler, a moderately tall halfling with the similar red hair, green eyes, and elfin ears.
One of the assistant 'stares' at him before moving closer, mouth opening to reveal its teeth.
Raphael steadies themselves as they study the white halls and white corridors. "Wh-where am I?" They say, to no one in particluar, as they slowly back away from the assistant
A laugh comes from behind him as Mezzoni passes by him. "Hello there. You are in the Better Days Sanatorium."
*Description?*
"Sanatorium? Is this some demiplane of insainity?"
"Something of the sort," he said and smiled again. He is fairly tall with a humanoid shape but with grey skin and no eyes. His teeth are in neat rows and his short, raven black hair is parted smartly.
(Basically, he is perfection because he is supposed to be the living Phobia of Imperfection.)
*Cool. Is this suppose to drive people insane or something? I feel like I didn't get a memo*
"Mmm... And escape is unlikely I take it?"
(Nah, it doesn't affect anybody. He just exhibits signs whenever things arent exactly perfect in his eyes.*
"For the most part angel," he said and tilted his head.
"Mmm... Where is this? Depths of the etheral?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Bulimia Nervosa. It's an eating disorder and massively damages mental health.*
A deep snuffling can be heard in the basement. A red glow, like a dull spotlight, can be seen, moving around the maze-like halls. "Father... father... what is taking you so long? Please..."
Mezzoni snarls and opens his office door, staring down the hallway. "I thought I had that door locked.."
A massive wendigo-like creature is at the end of the hall, draped in tattered whaleskin. Its antlers are broken off, and it clutches its scarf desperately. Its red eyes turn to Mezzoni. "Have you seen the Redlight moon? Does the moon even rise in such a place as this?"
"Get. Back. In. Your. Room." He snarls, baring perfect teeth. "No moon, never."
"My ship... my room is on my ship... Why aren't there any stars? ...I'm lost..."
(the ghost, 'affectionately' dubbed Luni by its patients and inhabitants, is now roaming the halls looking for runaways)
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
He puts on the new shirt, waiting for the assistant to take him.
The assistant grabs him by the shoulder and leads him outside. The courtyard is barely anything but he can at least see the sky.
He giggles happily and lays down on the floor
The assistant keeps watch over him before seeming to disappear. Nicholas is alone in the courtyard.
Nicholas stares at the sky, tears falling from his face. He then starts to hear whispers only hear can hear. He talks to the voices quietly.
*he has a mild case of schizophrenia*
Mezzoni suddenly stands over him. "Are you talking to them again?"
He quickly goes shhh shh. "N-no sir.."
"Its okay if you are." He said and tilted his head.
He looks around before waving him closer.
Mezzoni sits down beside him and nods.
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
The one in the front steps forward. "Uhh, we've had reports of lots of rodents in the area. Can we take a look inside?"
"Rats? In a place like this?" He sai and smiled brightly "I think you are mistaken."
"Well uhh, how bout we just come in for a quick inspection. I promise we won't cause any problems or get in anyone's way."
"Mn..." He said and waved them inside "Don't harass my patients."
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
A celestial behemoth gets knocked down the hallway. The large figure is of peak health and strength, with pale white skin, scarlet red hair, and otherworldly green eyes. Three sets of wings expand from their back, each of a slightly different bird, an eagle, a parrot, an owl. The Procession of Charity picks themselves up, dusting themselves off. Their heavenly composure, despite the landing, remains, as a halo of light, a sword of fiery radiance, and godly grace adorns them. Eyes lines their wings, as they steadying themselves standing up, werey of what in the world knocked them down. After making sure all is fine, they take a long needed sigh, before shifting down to a form much more simpler, a moderately tall halfling with the similar red hair, green eyes, and elfin ears.
One of the assistant 'stares' at him before moving closer, mouth opening to reveal its teeth.
Raphael steadies themselves as they study the white halls and white corridors. "Wh-where am I?" They say, to no one in particluar, as they slowly back away from the assistant
A laugh comes from behind him as Mezzoni passes by him. "Hello there. You are in the Better Days Sanatorium."
*Description?*
"Sanatorium? Is this some demiplane of insainity?"
"Something of the sort," he said and smiled again. He is fairly tall with a humanoid shape but with grey skin and no eyes. His teeth are in neat rows and his short, raven black hair is parted smartly.
(Basically, he is perfection because he is supposed to be the living Phobia of Imperfection.)
*Cool. Is this suppose to drive people insane or something? I feel like I didn't get a memo*
"Mmm... And escape is unlikely I take it?"
(Nah, it doesn't affect anybody. He just exhibits signs whenever things arent exactly perfect in his eyes.*
"For the most part angel," he said and tilted his head.
"Mmm... Where is this? Depths of the etheral?"
"Something or other. Why don't you come downstairs... There is a nice room for you there."
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
(Luni follows the armed men invisibly, curious as to what they are doing)
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
*Bulimia Nervosa. It's an eating disorder and massively damages mental health.*
A deep snuffling can be heard in the basement. A red glow, like a dull spotlight, can be seen, moving around the maze-like halls. "Father... father... what is taking you so long? Please..."
Mezzoni snarls and opens his office door, staring down the hallway. "I thought I had that door locked.."
A massive wendigo-like creature is at the end of the hall, draped in tattered whaleskin. Its antlers are broken off, and it clutches its scarf desperately. Its red eyes turn to Mezzoni. "Have you seen the Redlight moon? Does the moon even rise in such a place as this?"
"Get. Back. In. Your. Room." He snarls, baring perfect teeth. "No moon, never."
"My ship... my room is on my ship... Why aren't there any stars? ...I'm lost..."
Mezzoni stalks forward, assistants seeming to form from the shadows. "In your room now."
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
He quickly goes shhh shh. "N-no sir.."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Rats? In a place like this?" He sai and smiled brightly "I think you are mistaken."
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
"Get. Back. In. Your. Room." He snarls, baring perfect teeth. "No moon, never."
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
"Its okay if you are." He said and tilted his head.
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*i think it would be cool, like the haunted sanatorium that drives its patients insane so they get to stay longer*
(:
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
*Course!*
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
He looks around before waving him closer.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well uhh, how bout we just come in for a quick inspection. I promise we won't cause any problems or get in anyone's way."
"Mmm... Where is this? Depths of the etheral?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"My ship... my room is on my ship... Why aren't there any stars? ...I'm lost..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
(adding this to the list of taverns i need to join at some point)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I'm aware of the madness
That has stained our air
So I paint all the darkness
And the wounds we must face
(the ghost, 'affectionately' dubbed Luni by its patients and inhabitants, is now roaming the halls looking for runaways)
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
Mezzoni sits down beside him and nods.
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
Raphael 'growls' at the undead, but deices this is not a fight worth picking
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Mn..." He said and waved them inside "Don't harass my patients."
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
"They dont like you." he whispers. "They say i should do some bad things. But no sir, no i will not." he says with a smile of insanity
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Something or other. Why don't you come downstairs... There is a nice room for you there."
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
(Luni follows the armed men invisibly, curious as to what they are doing)
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
Mezzoni stalks forward, assistants seeming to form from the shadows. "In your room now."
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*Lie detection*
"And what is wrong with the rooms here?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now