Xan is in the ring of Wrath, trying to get something strong to drink.
Amoretta trying on different dresses in Envy.
Dante is in the envy ring nearby, reading a book
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I wanna intro a Sinner with power over dreams. Would that be allowed? I'd have him work on a consent-only basis for his powers, but general "dream abilities" would, while not very strong or even useful in the waking world, make him an absolute powerhouse whenever his "victims" ("Okay, you said no spiders, but are snakes okay? Awesome! Snake pit it is! You won't be disappointed, I promise!") fall asleep.*
"No, it has nothing to do with those hellhounds. I just... I miss the days of my youth. Things back then just felt less like a constant trial."
"Hm.. I don't remember childhood, it's a good think I don't. I know in my adult years I was a drug addict." He shrugs "Your childhood must've been pampering."
"Yes. Back then I was quite fond of my father. He and my mother were on good terms... Sometimes I wish I could really be a part of a family again."
Xan stares at the top shelf of the liquor holder, sighing. "I could pull the whole sexual routine and say 'I could be you family for the night' but what your going through sounds like a real issue." He leans back "Maybe talk to your father and mother..."
"Oh God no, they would be the worst people to talk to about it. Awkward question, but... would you mind talking it over with me? We could head somewhere less... loud."
"Oh God no, they would be the worst people to talk to about it. Awkward question, but... would you mind talking it over with me? We could head somewhere less... loud."
He raised a brow and shrugs "Sure. But you have to carry me. I refuse to walk at this moment." He smirks playfully.
Dante is in the envy ring nearby, reading a book
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*wendigo?*
*a demon that is an elevator? or like a hobo demon that lives in an elevator?*
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."
*rp?*
He nods "So what's got you ruffled?" He says.
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Amoretta waves and bears a smile.
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*I wanna intro a Sinner with power over dreams. Would that be allowed? I'd have him work on a consent-only basis for his powers, but general "dream abilities" would, while not very strong or even useful in the waking world, make him an absolute powerhouse whenever his "victims" ("Okay, you said no spiders, but are snakes okay? Awesome! Snake pit it is! You won't be disappointed, I promise!") fall asleep.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh, just... a troublesome day. I'm not really sure how to explain it."
"I heard most of it." He said, leaning on his palm.
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"No, it has nothing to do with those hellhounds. I just... I miss the days of my youth. Things back then just felt less like a constant trial."
"Hm.. I don't remember childhood, it's a good think I don't. I know in my adult years I was a drug addict." He shrugs "Your childhood must've been pampering."
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"Yes. Back then I was quite fond of my father. He and my mother were on good terms... Sometimes I wish I could really be a part of a family again."
Xan stares at the top shelf of the liquor holder, sighing. "I could pull the whole sexual routine and say 'I could be you family for the night' but what your going through sounds like a real issue." He leans back "Maybe talk to your father and mother..."
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"Oh God no, they would be the worst people to talk to about it. Awkward question, but... would you mind talking it over with me? We could head somewhere less... loud."
He raised a brow and shrugs "Sure. But you have to carry me. I refuse to walk at this moment." He smirks playfully.
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"Very funny. Shall we go on a walk around town?"
He looked up "Depends. You gonna carry me?" He asked.
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"You did buy me a drink. How's from here to the door?"
He gave him a look and tilted his head, smirking. "Nuh uh."
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He sighs. "How far then?"