Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
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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.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
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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.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
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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.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
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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.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
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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.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
There doesnt appear to be any (Baal's Character owns and controls the hotel so I would ask him about stuff like breaking in.)
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
There doesnt appear to be any (Baal's Character owns and controls the hotel so I would ask him about stuff like breaking in.)
*Weeee*
He frowns
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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.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
There doesnt appear to be any (Baal's Character owns and controls the hotel so I would ask him about stuff like breaking in.)
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
There doesnt appear to be any (Baal's Character owns and controls the hotel so I would ask him about stuff like breaking in.)
*Weeee*
He frowns
Another paper. 'Who are you?'
"I am Tenshi." writes on a paper.
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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.
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
The samurai looks up at them.
They appear to be a bit scared.
He walks over to where the window is, examining it
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
There doesnt appear to be any (Baal's Character owns and controls the hotel so I would ask him about stuff like breaking in.)
*Actually, I realized last night that kidnapping someone else's characters is bad.*
*Also, while they are technically in the hotel, they are also asleep. The whole hotel thing is just a dream controlled by the Hotelier, who I may rework today to be more interesting and very slightly less outright evil.*
The kids wake up in a threadbare room, nothing like the luxury of the place they were in before. None of the food or drink they have consumed seems to have come with them, unfortunately, but the door is open, which seems pretty good.
*Baal's character controls it, like reality inside of it.*
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*Sure!*
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*Dooopeee*
Outside a man walks all by himself. At his hip is a long blade in its sheath. He wears a black kasa and black armor. He was a mask over his mouth, shaped like a snarling face. There is the light clicking of his shoes on the stone.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A little girl and boy watch him from a window.
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The samurai looks up at them.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They appear to be a bit scared.
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He walks over to where the window is, examining it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They hold up a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'We are stuck in here... A magic man took us in..'
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
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His eyes widened a bit. He gestures for them to back up.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They raise another paper. It reads 'We tried.. It didn't work..'
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
He frowns behind his mask. His blue eyes examine the whole window, looking for any magical signs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
There doesnt appear to be any (Baal's Character owns and controls the hotel so I would ask him about stuff like breaking in.)
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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*Weeee*
He frowns
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Another paper. 'Who are you?'
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
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"I am Tenshi." writes on a paper.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She wave and smile 'We are Elias and Esmeralda.'
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"Pleasure to meet you." he then bows
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Actually, I realized last night that kidnapping someone else's characters is bad.*
*Also, while they are technically in the hotel, they are also asleep. The whole hotel thing is just a dream controlled by the Hotelier, who I may rework today to be more interesting and very slightly less outright evil.*
The kids wake up in a threadbare room, nothing like the luxury of the place they were in before. None of the food or drink they have consumed seems to have come with them, unfortunately, but the door is open, which seems pretty good.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Someone taps on tenshi's shoulder.
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
They nod.
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