The twins are pretty much awake at this point, having no idea where they ended up, but are trying to find a way back out. The little boy is weeping quietly, scared, while the little girl is holding his hand and trying to find the way out and back into the streets.
The door to the outside is the only door that is locked. All of the windows have curtains over them. Bellhops with symbols of eyes on their faces keep trying to make them comfortable, offering them things like toys and treats.
The girl seems less frightened of them but the little boy constantly hides behind his sister. "We want to go back outside!" She says to one of the bellhops.
"The door is locked, sorry. There's a courtyard if you want to go play. We even have a pool!"
She stamps her foot "Why?!". The little boy looks around be quickly averts his eyes.
The girl seems less frightened of them but the little boy constantly hides behind his sister. "We want to go back outside!" She says to one of the bellhops.
"The door is locked, sorry. There's a courtyard if you want to go play. We even have a pool!"
She stamps her foot "Why?!". The little boy looks around be quickly averts his eyes.
The room suddenly tilts sideways, but nothing other than the kids seems to be affected. "Do you really want to go back out to London? That hell? No. You don't. It's much safer here."
The girl seems less frightened of them but the little boy constantly hides behind his sister. "We want to go back outside!" She says to one of the bellhops.
"The door is locked, sorry. There's a courtyard if you want to go play. We even have a pool!"
She stamps her foot "Why?!". The little boy looks around be quickly averts his eyes.
The room suddenly tilts sideways, but nothing other than the kids seems to be affected. "Do you really want to go back out to London? That hell? No. You don't. It's much safer here."
They stare wordlessly in fear at the room tilting and cower back s little, tears forming in their eyes.
The girl seems less frightened of them but the little boy constantly hides behind his sister. "We want to go back outside!" She says to one of the bellhops.
"The door is locked, sorry. There's a courtyard if you want to go play. We even have a pool!"
She stamps her foot "Why?!". The little boy looks around be quickly averts his eyes.
The room suddenly tilts sideways, but nothing other than the kids seems to be affected. "Do you really want to go back out to London? That hell? No. You don't. It's much safer here."
They stare wordlessly in fear at the room tilting and cower back s little, tears forming in their eyes.
The man in the red suit stands on the ceiling. He wasn't there a second ago. "I'm trying so hard... but all I'm getting from you is fear. Why must you be so ungrateful? Your parents are dead. The world burns. Why won't you accept a little kindness?"
The girl seems less frightened of them but the little boy constantly hides behind his sister. "We want to go back outside!" She says to one of the bellhops.
"The door is locked, sorry. There's a courtyard if you want to go play. We even have a pool!"
She stamps her foot "Why?!". The little boy looks around be quickly averts his eyes.
The room suddenly tilts sideways, but nothing other than the kids seems to be affected. "Do you really want to go back out to London? That hell? No. You don't. It's much safer here."
They stare wordlessly in fear at the room tilting and cower back s little, tears forming in their eyes.
The man in the red suit stands on the ceiling. He wasn't there a second ago. "I'm trying so hard... but all I'm getting from you is fear. Why must you be so ungrateful? Your parents are dead. The world burns. Why won't you accept a little kindness?"
They both look down as if they had been slapped in the face. They stand close to each other, shifting from foot to foot, quiet now. "We're sorry.."
The man in the red suit stands on the ceiling. He wasn't there a second ago. "I'm trying so hard... but all I'm getting from you is fear. Why must you be so ungrateful? Your parents are dead. The world burns. Why won't you accept a little kindness?"
They both look down as if they had been slapped in the face. They stand close to each other, shifting from foot to foot, quiet now. "We're sorry.."
"Anything you want, right here. Name it. Anything." The building reorients leaving him in front of them and the building as it is 'supposed to be.'
The man in the red suit stands on the ceiling. He wasn't there a second ago. "I'm trying so hard... but all I'm getting from you is fear. Why must you be so ungrateful? Your parents are dead. The world burns. Why won't you accept a little kindness?"
They both look down as if they had been slapped in the face. They stand close to each other, shifting from foot to foot, quiet now. "We're sorry.."
"Anything you want, right here. Name it. Anything." The building reorients leaving him in front of them and the building as it is 'supposed to be.'
The little boy looks up, wringing his hands "Hungry.."
*Quick note. Feel free to absolute ruin these children lol XD*
*I have the urge to intro a rebellious punk tiefling to fight against the Order, then I remembered how often I use Tyrion... Time to intro Tyrion's prototype from 3 and a half years ago!*
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Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Recently designed this, based off my own outfits, but this character was originally based off of me a lot, especially in terms of aesthetic, and of course, the name.
A young tiefling is playing loud punk music at the mall, a sign next to her saying "Don't let them take your speech!" surrounded by graffiti reading similar slogans and logos.
Near the tiefling, a firearms dealership stands. A man walks out, apparently unarmed, and shouts over the music, "IF YOU WANT TO GET HEARD YOU CAN JUST TALK!!!"
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
Recently designed this, based off my own outfits, but this character was originally based off of me a lot, especially in terms of aesthetic, and of course, the name.
A young tiefling is playing loud punk music at the mall, a sign next to her saying "Don't let them take your speech!" surrounded by graffiti reading similar slogans and logos.
The little girl and boy watch them from the window of the hotel they are stuck in. They seem to be trying to get their attention.
Someone in the vehicle notices them, and it pulls over to the side of the road. Three men get out while 2 stay in the vehicle. They seem to all have varying guns and tactical gear. They move towards the building in a triangle formation. The one in the lead knocks on the door.
Someone in the vehicle notices them, and it pulls over to the side of the road. Three men get out while 2 stay in the vehicle. They seem to all have varying guns and tactical gear. They move towards the building in a triangle formation. The one in the lead knocks on the door.
They bring a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'The door is locked. We can't get out.'
She stamps her foot "Why?!". The little boy looks around be quickly averts his eyes.
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
The room suddenly tilts sideways, but nothing other than the kids seems to be affected. "Do you really want to go back out to London? That hell? No. You don't. It's much safer here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They stare wordlessly in fear at the room tilting and cower back s little, tears forming in their eyes.
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
The man in the red suit stands on the ceiling. He wasn't there a second ago. "I'm trying so hard... but all I'm getting from you is fear. Why must you be so ungrateful? Your parents are dead. The world burns. Why won't you accept a little kindness?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They both look down as if they had been slapped in the face. They stand close to each other, shifting from foot to foot, quiet now. "We're sorry.."
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
"Anything you want, right here. Name it. Anything." The building reorients leaving him in front of them and the building as it is 'supposed to be.'
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The little boy looks up, wringing his hands "Hungry.."
*Quick note. Feel free to absolute ruin these children lol XD*
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 have the urge to intro a rebellious punk tiefling to fight against the Order, then I remembered how often I use Tyrion... Time to intro Tyrion's prototype from 3 and a half years ago!*
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Recently designed this, based off my own outfits, but this character was originally based off of me a lot, especially in terms of aesthetic, and of course, the name.
A young tiefling is playing loud punk music at the mall, a sign next to her saying "Don't let them take your speech!" surrounded by graffiti reading similar slogans and logos.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Near the tiefling, a firearms dealership stands. A man walks out, apparently unarmed, and shouts over the music, "IF YOU WANT TO GET HEARD YOU CAN JUST TALK!!!"
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
Guards stop the vehicle. One steps up, saying, "We'll need to check your vehicle, sir."
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
The little girl and boy watch them from the window of the hotel they are stuck in. They seem to be trying to get their attention.
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
The little girl and boy watch them from the window of the hotel they are stuck in. They seem to be trying to get their attention.
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
Someone in the vehicle notices them, and it pulls over to the side of the road. Three men get out while 2 stay in the vehicle. They seem to all have varying guns and tactical gear. They move towards the building in a triangle formation. The one in the lead knocks on the door.
They bring a piece of paper to the window. It reads 'The door is locked. We can't get out.'
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
They hear a muffled conversation between the 3 men, then one yells through the door: "Back up away from the door!"
*We may need to wait for Baal because he runs the Hotel.*
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
*oh, I was just gonna blow out the lock and door handle with a shotgun lol*
*Have you been on the 7 Rings Bar? We could play there until he comes?*