"Thank you!" The watch chain retracts from the absurd length that was needed to wrap around Xan's arm. "I'm glad we can get along! Now, my name is Zamier! What's yours, pal?"
Bruises bloom easily and at a startling rate. He chuckles "Xan." He said.
Zamier ignores Xan's injury. "It is nice to make your acquaintance, Xan! I hope we can be good friends!" He holds out a gloved hand. He quickly switches which hand in so that he wouldn't be shaking the bruised arm.
"Thank you!" The watch chain retracts from the absurd length that was needed to wrap around Xan's arm. "I'm glad we can get along! Now, my name is Zamier! What's yours, pal?"
Bruises bloom easily and at a startling rate. He chuckles "Xan." He said.
Zamier ignores Xan's injury. "It is nice to make your acquaintance, Xan! I hope we can be good friends!" He holds out a gloved hand. He quickly switches which hand in so that he wouldn't be shaking the bruised arm.
Xan doesn't shake his hand but nods "I certainly hope we will." He says and smiles.
Zamier is at the Angry Boar, sitting on a pile of unconscious demons as he drinks some dessert wine. There is a large rip in his skin, reaching from his eye to his chin, and his uniform is cut in several places. He grins regardless of his wounds.
Dizzy is sleeping in Sloth, listening to the radio app on his phone.
Zamier is at the Angry Boar, sitting on a pile of unconscious demons as he drinks some desert wine. There is a large rip in his skin, reaching from his eye to his chin, and his uniform is cut in several places. He grins regardless of his wounds.
A small hellhound with a variety of prosthetics approaches him.
"Excuse me sir, have you seen Lord JΓ₯xx? I've been trying to find him all day."
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Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
Zamier is at the Angry Boar, sitting on a pile of unconscious demons as he drinks some dessert wine. There is a large rip in his skin, reaching from his eye to his chin, and his uniform is cut in several places. He grins regardless of his wounds.
Dizzy is sleeping in Sloth, listening to the radio app on his phone.
He chuckles "pretty good so far." he said and nodded "What about you?"
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He waits in the elevator and chuckles "When'd you get here"
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"A few weeks ago." he says, nervously flipping his coin again
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He chuckles "You'll get used to this place."
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"Well, it's been quite uneventful to be honest. So, I thought perhaps you could help me mix it up."
"Mmm, i hope so." he says, turning the coin between his hands
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He laughs "How so?"
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Zamier ignores Xan's injury. "It is nice to make your acquaintance, Xan! I hope we can be good friends!" He holds out a gloved hand. He quickly switches which hand in so that he wouldn't be shaking the bruised arm.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan smiles softly "Whats your name?"
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Xan doesn't shake his hand but nods "I certainly hope we will." He says and smiles.
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"Neil." he says, voice still soft. *By the way, think of him messing with his coin like Conner from Detroit Become Human*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You'll have to wait till after dinner to find out~"
*I gtg :(*
Xan nods "I'm Xan. What type of demon are you?"
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Xan snorts and takes a sip of his drink "How lovely."
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Zamier is at the Angry Boar, sitting on a pile of unconscious demons as he drinks some dessert wine. There is a large rip in his skin, reaching from his eye to his chin, and his uniform is cut in several places. He grins regardless of his wounds.
Dizzy is sleeping in Sloth, listening to the radio app on his phone.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A small hellhound with a variety of prosthetics approaches him.
"Excuse me sir, have you seen Lord JΓ₯xx? I've been trying to find him all day."
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"Bt there is something I would like to share with you."
Spike pops in and lays next to Dizzy
Xan looks up, his golden eyes glinting in the dark of the club. "Hm?"
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