Neil is wandering around, the sound of his coin flipping ringing out.
Kiev watches them and waves "Oi! Looking for some defense against those who are tryin' to kill ya?"
"I'm already dead idiot." he hisses.
Seh shrugs "Doesn't matter, you can still die." She said and pulled out an automatic mini-uzi "This is perfect for stopping them before they get you."
His coin turns into a solid gold Beretta. "Back off."
She shrugs and tilts her head "You are going to need it to kill that blue blood prince from taking Xan from ya."
"Who said I give a damn about Xan? Lust demons," he scoffs "Are no good anyways. They exist purely for pleasure." he says, gun still pointed at them
"From what I hear, he likes you." She chuckles, baring sharp teeth as her tails wagged in amusement "And from what people saw in the Pillow Fort."
"Merely a front." he says eyes narrowed. "You know, when I was alive, I killed 20 men with this gun. And I used to be able to hit a target 50 feet away. Let's see if I can do that with that squishy grape of a head of yours."
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Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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JΓ₯xx is in the grandstands of the Arena, watching a bloody game involving spiked clubs and a ball of razor wire.
Cog is in the Pillow Fort, curled up on a large pillow.
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."
*could i join this hulluva tavern if i have no idea what hulluva boss is?*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*Yeah, if you have any questions about lore you can PM me.*
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."
Xan is sitting in the Cornucopia, having breakfast.
Amoretta is having breakfast tea in the Pillow Fort.
Kiev is in Wrath, getting hammering first thing in the morning.
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Neil is wandering around, the sound of his coin flipping ringing out.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Spike is taking a nap in the pillow fort
Armaros is lounging in the sinners menagerie
Kiev watches them and waves "Oi! Looking for some defense against those who are tryin' to kill ya?"
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Xan appears behind Armaros and wraps his arms around him. "Hello there."
Amoretta waves to Spike.
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"I'm already dead idiot." he hisses.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Armaros turns red "Oh! I didn't notice you were here Xan. It's lovely to see you."
Spike sees Amoretta and calls her over.
Seh shrugs "Doesn't matter, you can still die." She said and pulled out an automatic mini-uzi "This is perfect for stopping them before they get you."
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His coin turns into a solid gold Beretta. "Back off."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan grins and kisses their cheek "Good to see you too. How are you feeling?"
Amoretta stands up and walks over, bowing. "Good day."
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She shrugs and tilts her head "You are going to need it to kill that blue blood prince from taking Xan from ya."
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"Quite famished now that you mention it."
"Hey there. Wanna see something I found in a sleeping bag?"
"Who said I give a damn about Xan? Lust demons," he scoffs "Are no good anyways. They exist purely for pleasure." he says, gun still pointed at them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Feel like getting something to eat?" He asked, taking a drag from his cigarette.
She nods "Of course. But should I be worried?"
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"From what I hear, he likes you." She chuckles, baring sharp teeth as her tails wagged in amusement "And from what people saw in the Pillow Fort."
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"That would be lovely." He responds
"Nah, I found a wallet with a credit card in it. Wanna go on a spending spree with me?"
"Merely a front." he says eyes narrowed. "You know, when I was alive, I killed 20 men with this gun. And I used to be able to hit a target 50 feet away. Let's see if I can do that with that squishy grape of a head of yours."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.