"Xan, you wont take him. He's mine. All mine. Nobody else's." he says, laughing almost insanely
"I think you might need to calm down a little, sir."
"Shut it." he snaps, cocking the gun. "You know, I haven't shot this for a while. I used to hit targets 50 feet out. You're not much further than that...you should be easy to hit."
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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.
Xan's eyes widen and he raises his hands "Woah woah woah.. Neil, please don't do that."
There is a click as the gun is cocked. "Move again and your toy here gets pumped full of lead."
Xan backs away a little "Neil, no. Don't do that." He said.
"Or what Xan? Gonna stop me?" he says with a chuckle. He flips another coin as it turns into a solid gold revolver. He points it at Xan, hammer cocked. "Now, lets have a nice chat shall we?"
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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.
Xan's eyes widen and he raises his hands "Woah woah woah.. Neil, please don't do that."
There is a click as the gun is cocked. "Move again and your toy here gets pumped full of lead."
Xan backs away a little "Neil, no. Don't do that." He said.
"Or what Xan? Gonna stop me?" he says with a chuckle. He flips another coin as it turns into a solid gold revolver. He points it at Xan, hammer cocked. "Now, lets have a nice chat shall we?"
Xan looks from him to Amarous and sighs "Okay. Just don't shoot him okay?" He said.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Xan's eyes widen and he raises his hands "Woah woah woah.. Neil, please don't do that."
There is a click as the gun is cocked. "Move again and your toy here gets pumped full of lead."
Xan backs away a little "Neil, no. Don't do that." He said.
"Or what Xan? Gonna stop me?" he says with a chuckle. He flips another coin as it turns into a solid gold revolver. He points it at Xan, hammer cocked. "Now, lets have a nice chat shall we?"
Xan looks from him to Amarous and sighs "Okay. Just don't shoot him okay?" He said.
"No promises."
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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.
Xan's eyes widen and he raises his hands "Woah woah woah.. Neil, please don't do that."
There is a click as the gun is cocked. "Move again and your toy here gets pumped full of lead."
Xan backs away a little "Neil, no. Don't do that." He said.
"Or what Xan? Gonna stop me?" he says with a chuckle. He flips another coin as it turns into a solid gold revolver. He points it at Xan, hammer cocked. "Now, lets have a nice chat shall we?"
Xan looks from him to Amarous and sighs "Okay. Just don't shoot him okay?" He said.
"No promises."
"It better be a promise." He hissed, eyes turning cold. "I'm going with you so it would be in your best interest if you want me to listen to you, you don't shoot him."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Xan's eyes widen and he raises his hands "Woah woah woah.. Neil, please don't do that."
There is a click as the gun is cocked. "Move again and your toy here gets pumped full of lead."
Xan backs away a little "Neil, no. Don't do that." He said.
"Or what Xan? Gonna stop me?" he says with a chuckle. He flips another coin as it turns into a solid gold revolver. He points it at Xan, hammer cocked. "Now, lets have a nice chat shall we?"
Xan looks from him to Amarous and sighs "Okay. Just don't shoot him okay?" He said.
"No promises."
"It better be a promise." He hissed, eyes turning cold. "I'm going with you so it would be in your best interest if you want me to listen to you, you don't shoot him."
His eyes flicker, showing clarity for a moment before madness takes back over. "Shut it. I'm the one holding the guns here. You are in no position to make demands of me Xan."
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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.
Xan's eyes widen and he raises his hands "Woah woah woah.. Neil, please don't do that."
There is a click as the gun is cocked. "Move again and your toy here gets pumped full of lead."
Xan backs away a little "Neil, no. Don't do that." He said.
"Or what Xan? Gonna stop me?" he says with a chuckle. He flips another coin as it turns into a solid gold revolver. He points it at Xan, hammer cocked. "Now, lets have a nice chat shall we?"
Xan looks from him to Amarous and sighs "Okay. Just don't shoot him okay?" He said.
"No promises."
"It better be a promise." He hissed, eyes turning cold. "I'm going with you so it would be in your best interest if you want me to listen to you, you don't shoot him."
His eyes flicker, showing clarity for a moment before madness takes back over. "Shut it. I'm the one holding the guns here. You are in no position to make demands of me Xan."
He hisses as the gun comes back to his head and he narrows his eyes, shooting a glare ta him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Xan's eyes widen and he raises his hands "Woah woah woah.. Neil, please don't do that."
There is a click as the gun is cocked. "Move again and your toy here gets pumped full of lead."
Xan backs away a little "Neil, no. Don't do that." He said.
"Or what Xan? Gonna stop me?" he says with a chuckle. He flips another coin as it turns into a solid gold revolver. He points it at Xan, hammer cocked. "Now, lets have a nice chat shall we?"
Xan looks from him to Amarous and sighs "Okay. Just don't shoot him okay?" He said.
"No promises."
"It better be a promise." He hissed, eyes turning cold. "I'm going with you so it would be in your best interest if you want me to listen to you, you don't shoot him."
His eyes flicker, showing clarity for a moment before madness takes back over. "Shut it. I'm the one holding the guns here. You are in no position to make demands of me Xan."
He hisses as the gun comes back to his head and he narrows his eyes, shooting a glare ta him.
"Keep your temper in check love." he says, a sick smile on his face
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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.
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"A client of mine actually." He said but nods anyways.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I think you might need to calm down a little, sir."
There is a click as the gun is cocked. "Move again and your toy here gets pumped full of lead."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan backs away a little "Neil, no. Don't do that." He said.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Shut it." he snaps, cocking the gun. "You know, I haven't shot this for a while. I used to hit targets 50 feet out. You're not much further than that...you should be easy to hit."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Feel free to try, it won't end well, boy."
"Or what Xan? Gonna stop me?" he says with a chuckle. He flips another coin as it turns into a solid gold revolver. He points it at Xan, hammer cocked. "Now, lets have a nice chat shall we?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I've killed people younger than you. They were pretty arrogant." he says, another gun now pointed at Xan. "Now...lets talk."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I think there is no need for an unconstructive conversation."
*Make a strength save, a wisdom save, and a dexterity save*
Xan looks from him to Amarous and sighs "Okay. Just don't shoot him okay?" He said.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
STR: 23
WIS: 28
DEX: 22
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"No promises."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It better be a promise." He hissed, eyes turning cold. "I'm going with you so it would be in your best interest if you want me to listen to you, you don't shoot him."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The ground opens and shuts below him, trapping him waist deep in solid stone.
He feels a calming effect, somewhat lowering his temper.
his guns are ripped from his hands by an unseen force.
"Now we may talk."
His eyes flicker, showing clarity for a moment before madness takes back over. "Shut it. I'm the one holding the guns here. You are in no position to make demands of me Xan."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Woah, hold up. A 21 doesn't hold up?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*he, like his parents, is incredibly powerful. More though than someone like Alastor. He is a member of the Ars Goetia after all*
He hisses as the gun comes back to his head and he narrows his eyes, shooting a glare ta him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*never watched any of the hazbin hotel stuff, I know a bit but not like deep dive lore :p *
"Let me out of this." he growls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Keep your temper in check love." he says, a sick smile on his face
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.