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.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
"I'll do anything for some cash. Pick your poison." He said and blew a drag out smoke from his lips.
He waves the smoke out of his face, eyes glinting slightly. He pulls out a wad of cash
*Xan: [looking over the dollars] is this monopoly money?*
Xan counts the bills, checking them before stubbing his cigarette out and standing up. He snaps his fingers and a glowing green band wraps around his neck. "24 hours cutie."
*Neil: Whattt noooo*
"Mmm, lead the way."
Xan chuckles "You lead me dear, I don't think you know how this works."
He chuckles with a strange glee. It sounds almost sadistic for some reason. "Really? Have you seen what I'm like when the engine isn't running? I can barely move I'm so f*cking miserable! Every day I can get up, knowing that there is a fresh hell to face every morning! Something new to stimulate my mind! It's so wonderful if you can stand the pain!" There's a strange tone in his voice. A dangerous inflection.
Xan sighs and takes another drag. "You are relying on something to keep you moving, to keep you so you don't end up back in that hell of your own mind.. I know what that is like. Drugs are a vice of mine... But for you its different. You have to have that engine run or you will become worse and worse mentally. You'll become a shell, a miserable shell." He leans down and picks him up, hugging him.
As he reaches to pick up the Conductor, the Demon swings his watch chain to wrap around and constrict Xan's arm. "Please stop touching me." His grin no longer looks happy. Not quite forced, but more gritting his teeth than actually smiling. "I am not a fragile little creature that needs help. I enjoy your company, I really do, but I need no pity. I may not be especially strong, or stable, or even all that clever, but I am all that I need to be and I'm doing what I love. I don't have to do anything. This isn't an addiction. It is a passion."
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.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
"I'll do anything for some cash. Pick your poison." He said and blew a drag out smoke from his lips.
He waves the smoke out of his face, eyes glinting slightly. He pulls out a wad of cash
*Xan: [looking over the dollars] is this monopoly money?*
Xan counts the bills, checking them before stubbing his cigarette out and standing up. He snaps his fingers and a glowing green band wraps around his neck. "24 hours cutie."
*Neil: Whattt noooo*
"Mmm, lead the way."
Xan chuckles "You lead me dear, I don't think you know how this works."
He fidgets with his coin. "I, uh, well..." its very clear this is new to him
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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.
He chuckles with a strange glee. It sounds almost sadistic for some reason. "Really? Have you seen what I'm like when the engine isn't running? I can barely move I'm so f*cking miserable! Every day I can get up, knowing that there is a fresh hell to face every morning! Something new to stimulate my mind! It's so wonderful if you can stand the pain!" There's a strange tone in his voice. A dangerous inflection.
Xan sighs and takes another drag. "You are relying on something to keep you moving, to keep you so you don't end up back in that hell of your own mind.. I know what that is like. Drugs are a vice of mine... But for you its different. You have to have that engine run or you will become worse and worse mentally. You'll become a shell, a miserable shell." He leans down and picks him up, hugging him.
As he reaches to pick up the Conductor, the Demon swings his watch chain to wrap around and constrict Xan's arm. "Please stop touching me." His grin no longer looks happy. Not quite forced, but more gritting his teeth than actually smiling. "I am not a fragile little creature that needs help. I enjoy your company, I really do, but I need no pity. I may not be especially strong, or stable, or even all that clever, but I am all that I need to be and I'm doing what I love. I don't have to do anything. This isn't an addiction. It is a passion."
Xan sighs and nods "Okay then." He pulls away, rubbing the spot on his arm where the chain had wrapped around his arm.
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.
Xan looks over, taking a drag. He smirks "Oy, daddy."
His eyes land on Xan. "Can I help you?" he asks, voice soft, still flipping the coin
"Wanna spend your money on something good?" He asked, tilting his head.
"Whaddya mean pretty boy?"
"I'll do anything for some cash. Pick your poison." He said and blew a drag out smoke from his lips.
He waves the smoke out of his face, eyes glinting slightly. He pulls out a wad of cash
*Xan: [looking over the dollars] is this monopoly money?*
Xan counts the bills, checking them before stubbing his cigarette out and standing up. He snaps his fingers and a glowing green band wraps around his neck. "24 hours cutie."
*Neil: Whattt noooo*
"Mmm, lead the way."
Xan chuckles "You lead me dear, I don't think you know how this works."
He fidgets with his coin. "I, uh, well..." its very clear this is new to him
He smirks "Where do you want to go?" he asked, lighting a new cigarette.
As he reaches to pick up the Conductor, the Demon swings his watch chain to wrap around and constrict Xan's arm. "Please stop touching me." His grin no longer looks happy. Not quite forced, but more gritting his teeth than actually smiling. "I am not a fragile little creature that needs help. I enjoy your company, I really do, but I need no pity. I may not be especially strong, or stable, or even all that clever, but I am all that I need to be and I'm doing what I love. I don't have to do anything. This isn't an addiction. It is a passion."
Xan sighs and nods "Okay then." He pulls away, rubbing the spot on his arm where the chain had wrapped around his 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?"
As he reaches to pick up the Conductor, the Demon swings his watch chain to wrap around and constrict Xan's arm. "Please stop touching me." His grin no longer looks happy. Not quite forced, but more gritting his teeth than actually smiling. "I am not a fragile little creature that needs help. I enjoy your company, I really do, but I need no pity. I may not be especially strong, or stable, or even all that clever, but I am all that I need to be and I'm doing what I love. I don't have to do anything. This isn't an addiction. It is a passion."
Xan sighs and nods "Okay then." He pulls away, rubbing the spot on his arm where the chain had wrapped around his 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.
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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
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*bro it's a cocktail 🍸, not a bottle 🍾. You can't take a "swig" from it.*
"Do Bloody Marys normally not have blood in them?"
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 chuckles "You lead me dear, I don't think you know how this works."
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
“Sometimes I almost forget I’m in hell… But yeah, bloods okay. This stuffs a ittle coppery though, I’ve had better.”
*okay, a pull then*
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
As he reaches to pick up the Conductor, the Demon swings his watch chain to wrap around and constrict Xan's arm. "Please stop touching me." His grin no longer looks happy. Not quite forced, but more gritting his teeth than actually smiling. "I am not a fragile little creature that needs help. I enjoy your company, I really do, but I need no pity. I may not be especially strong, or stable, or even all that clever, but I am all that I need to be and I'm doing what I love. I don't have to do anything. This isn't an addiction. It is a passion."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods and disappears back onto stage.
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 fidgets with his coin. "I, uh, well..." its very clear this is new to him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Xan sighs and nods "Okay then." He pulls away, rubbing the spot on his arm where the chain had wrapped around his arm.
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
“I’m fine with the blood. This one’s a bit too coppery for my tastes though, I’ve had better.”
I go by “Awe” JSYK. Drummer also named me EPIC CRIT ROLLER OF LEGEND!
“A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!”
”I’m sorry Frodo. I was delayed."
If you're in the mood for murder and mayhem, go to ASSASSINATE The One Above, but WHATEVER you do, don’t go to LAST COMMENT LOSES
He smirks "Where do you want to go?" he asked, lighting a new cigarette.
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 shrugs. "I..i dont quite know. Anywhere is good with me."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You get to choose." He says and rolls his eyes, chuckling.
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
Later that night, Armaros waits at a booth he rented for the two of them at Ozzie's
"I dont know!" he seems frustrated and rather confused. "This is my first time with all this." he says gesturing at Xan.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"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?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan appears at the club. He is dressed in a light pink silk shirt, black jeans, and heeled boots. He looks around for Armaros.
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
*It's a ******* cocktail. Ever heard of a ******* "sip"‽*
"Is it not supposed to be?"
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 laughs and grabs his hand "Cmon, Sloth has very nice beds and tv's."
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 nods, following them
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Armaros spots him and waves him down. When he takes a seat, Armaros asks, "So, how was your day today Xan?"
Bruises bloom easily and at a startling rate. He chuckles "Xan." He said.
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