Xan looks surprised for a second before tapping a finger against his forehead. "Weird, but also fascinating."
"Hm.. Your bluntness. You are not afraid to say whats on your mind and that both leave me in awe and fear because whats on your mind is considered horrible by some and is preprogrammed into mine as bad as well even though it know it isn't, I mean, were in hell, everyone is weird."
He puts his hand to his spider-shaped bowtie in mock indignance. "What have I said that has been horrible so far? Was it the hospital gangrene thing? I think I have the right to complain about it. I would've died of it myself had I not got lynched first!" He laughs once more. He does that a lot.
Xan looks surprised for a second before tapping a finger against his forehead. "Weird, but also fascinating."
"Hm.. Your bluntness. You are not afraid to say whats on your mind and that both leave me in awe and fear because whats on your mind is considered horrible by some and is preprogrammed into mine as bad as well even though it know it isn't, I mean, were in hell, everyone is weird."
He puts his hand to his spider-shaped bowtie in mock indignance. "What have I said that has been horrible so far? Was it the hospital gangrene thing? I think I have the right to complain about it. I would've died of it myself had I not got lynched first!" He laughs once more. He does that a lot.
"More so the torture subject. I understand that you did that but my ties to it has left an impression on me." He said quietly before tilting his head "But if we are talking about a different kind of torture, I do enjoy it." He purrs playfully.
He puts his hand to his spider-shaped bowtie in mock indignance. "What have I said that has been horrible so far? Was it the hospital gangrene thing? I think I have the right to complain about it. I would've died of it myself had I not got lynched first!" He laughs once more. He does that a lot.
"More so the torture subject. I understand that you did that but my ties to it has left an impression on me." He said quietly before tilting his head "But if we are talking about a different kind of torture, I do enjoy it." He purrs playfully.
He laughs and pushes Xan away a bit. "I don't torture people! I simply take them on adventures where they can torture themselves for their own betterment! It's a completely consensual experience of unspeakable and personalized psychological torment!" He begins to stim, spinning his watch on its chain.
He puts his hand to his spider-shaped bowtie in mock indignance. "What have I said that has been horrible so far? Was it the hospital gangrene thing? I think I have the right to complain about it. I would've died of it myself had I not got lynched first!" He laughs once more. He does that a lot.
"More so the torture subject. I understand that you did that but my ties to it has left an impression on me." He said quietly before tilting his head "But if we are talking about a different kind of torture, I do enjoy it." He purrs playfully.
He laughs and pushes Xan away a bit. "I don't torture people! I simply take them on adventures where they can torture themselves for their own betterment! It's a completely consensual experience of unspeakable and personalized psychological torment!" He begins to stim, spinning his watch on its chain.
*I KNEW IT SOMEHOW.*
Xan laughs "Oh dear, don't ever ask me to do so. I am not one for pain." He said and sharpened his nails.
Xan is sitting at a bar, dressed in a black fishnet shirt, a pair a black booty shorts, a five-inch pair of leather pleasers, thigh bands, and a collar around his neck that is studded with rhinestones.
He laughs and pushes Xan away a bit. "I don't torture people! I simply take them on adventures where they can torture themselves for their own betterment! It's a completely consensual experience of unspeakable and personalized psychological torment!" He begins to stim, spinning his watch on its chain.
*I KNEW IT SOMEHOW.*
Xan laughs "Oh dear, don't ever ask me to do so. I am not one for pain." He said and sharpened his nails.
*Stimming = mentally ill loner WITH A SOCIETY THAT ABANDONS-*
"I shouldn't expect so! I'd be seeing a lot more acid burns if that were the case!" He giggles with the emotional sensitivity of a rock. "My adventures aren't always terrible! That's just what most of my repeat clientele desires! And, if you haven't noticed, I am my longest-lasting client!"
He laughs and pushes Xan away a bit. "I don't torture people! I simply take them on adventures where they can torture themselves for their own betterment! It's a completely consensual experience of unspeakable and personalized psychological torment!" He begins to stim, spinning his watch on its chain.
*I KNEW IT SOMEHOW.*
Xan laughs "Oh dear, don't ever ask me to do so. I am not one for pain." He said and sharpened his nails.
*Stimming = mentally ill loner WITH A SOCIETY THAT ABANDONS-*
"I shouldn't expect so! I'd be seeing a lot more acid burns if that were the case!" He giggles with the emotional sensitivity of a rock. "My adventures aren't always terrible! That's just what most of my repeat clientele desires! And, if you haven't noticed, I am my longest-lasting client!"
"You do it to yourself?" He asked, her tone laced with concern again.
*Stimming = mentally ill loner WITH A SOCIETY THAT ABANDONS-*
"I shouldn't expect so! I'd be seeing a lot more acid burns if that were the case!" He giggles with the emotional sensitivity of a rock. "My adventures aren't always terrible! That's just what most of my repeat clientele desires! And, if you haven't noticed, I am my longest-lasting client!"
"You do it to yourself?" He asked, her tone laced with concern again.
He chuckles darkly. "Why not? The entire train is built out of my own nightmares! It's not called a Nightmare Engine for nothing!"
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
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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.
*Blitzø is from the Ring of Greed.*
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."
"Ummm... Because it's a Bloody Mary? What were you expecting?"
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."
*I thought he was from Pride.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He puts his hand to his spider-shaped bowtie in mock indignance. "What have I said that has been horrible so far? Was it the hospital gangrene thing? I think I have the right to complain about it. I would've died of it myself had I not got lynched first!" He laughs once more. He does that a lot.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*nope, he's from lust, as determined by the symbol on his head*
"More so the torture subject. I understand that you did that but my ties to it has left an impression on me." He said quietly before tilting his head "But if we are talking about a different kind of torture, I do enjoy it." He purrs playfully.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He laughs and pushes Xan away a bit. "I don't torture people! I simply take them on adventures where they can torture themselves for their own betterment! It's a completely consensual experience of unspeakable and personalized psychological torment!" He begins to stim, spinning his watch on its chain.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Armaros heads down to lust to find Xan.
*I KNEW IT SOMEHOW.*
Xan laughs "Oh dear, don't ever ask me to do so. I am not one for pain." He said and sharpened his nails.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Xan is sitting at a bar, dressed in a black fishnet shirt, a pair a black booty shorts, a five-inch pair of leather pleasers, thigh bands, and a collar around his neck that is studded with rhinestones.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Stimming = mentally ill loner WITH A SOCIETY THAT ABANDONS-*
"I shouldn't expect so! I'd be seeing a lot more acid burns if that were the case!" He giggles with the emotional sensitivity of a rock. "My adventures aren't always terrible! That's just what most of my repeat clientele desires! And, if you haven't noticed, I am my longest-lasting client!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He comes over and sits next to Xan. "Hey there! How are you doing?"
"You do it to yourself?" He asked, her tone laced with concern again.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Xan looks up, brushing his blonde hair from his eyes. "Hey there. I am well."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Cog (the hellhound I introed yesterday) is in The Cornucopia, looking for Jåxx.
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."
"I brought you something, to celebrate our new friendship."
He raised an eyebrow "Hm? You didn't have to." He chuckles.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He chuckles darkly. "Why not? The entire train is built out of my own nightmares! It's not called a Nightmare Engine for nothing!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Alright, im making a greed sinner*
A man, about 25, wearing a black suit and tie with black dress pants and fancy shoes is wandering the circles. His warm brown eyes examine everything, looking for value. His short cut black hair is neatly groomed. He flips a solid gold coin as he walks.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh, but I wanted to!" He pulls out a new pair of shoes (can't remember the type Xan liked, but its those) They are ruby red and shimmer in the light.