*Could it be excused because of his peak physical condition despite his age? If not he could be in his mid forties.* The man seems confused why death is in the afterlife but not disturbed by the violence and death.
*not really. I’m trying to keep close to the source material*
*I wish I checked out the source material. So early-mid 40s?*
*if like 41-42, I’ll let it go.*
*Cool, looks like he’s going from Whitebeard to Omni-Man.*
The man seems confused why death is in the afterlife but not disturbed by the violence and death, rather he looks amused but not happy.
“Don’t worry, they’ll be back before dinner.” He enters the elevator and inside, Frank Sinatra plays in Norwegian. He presses number 23 out of 540
“Well that is interesting in the least. So have you been here the whole time or did you die like the rest?” He shuffles his broad shoulders to the song.
*Could it be excused because of his peak physical condition despite his age? If not he could be in his mid forties.* The man seems confused why death is in the afterlife but not disturbed by the violence and death.
*not really. I’m trying to keep close to the source material*
*I wish I checked out the source material. So early-mid 40s?*
*if like 41-42, I’ll let it go.*
*Cool, looks like he’s going from Whitebeard to Omni-Man.*
The man seems confused why death is in the afterlife but not disturbed by the violence and death, rather he looks amused but not happy.
“Don’t worry, they’ll be back before dinner.” He enters the elevator and inside, Frank Sinatra plays in Norwegian. He presses number 23 out of 540
“Well that is interesting in the least. So have you been here the whole time or did you die like the rest?” He shuffles his broad shoulders to the song.
“Dead as doornails.”
“How’d you die?”
“Doesn’t matter.” He says with a bitter sigh
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Sounds like someone doesn’t like being dead, but I don’t see your situation changing any time soon.” He says trying to cheer him up.
“I don’t mind being dead. I don’t like the way I died. Now no more talk of this.” The elevator stops and he leads him to a door, with his first and last name on it, before handing him a runestone on a keychain “Only your stone can open the lock. Touch it to the lock like a key.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Sounds like someone doesn’t like being dead, but I don’t see your situation changing any time soon.” He says trying to cheer him up.
“I don’t mind being dead. I don’t like the way I died. Now no more talk of this.” The elevator stops and he leads him to a door, with his first and last name on it, before handing him a runestone on a keychain “Only your stone can open the lock. Touch it to the lock like a key.”
He nods slowly and grabs the keychain “Never thought I’d see the day, and technically I didn’t.” He chuckles and touches the stone to the lock
“Sounds like someone doesn’t like being dead, but I don’t see your situation changing any time soon.” He says trying to cheer him up.
“I don’t mind being dead. I don’t like the way I died. Now no more talk of this.” The elevator stops and he leads him to a door, with his first and last name on it, before handing him a runestone on a keychain “Only your stone can open the lock. Touch it to the lock like a key.”
He nods slowly and grabs the keychain “Never thought I’d see the day, and technically I didn’t.” He chuckles and touches the stone to the lock
The door opens, revealing a room absolutely perfect for him, everything he would need or want
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Sounds like someone doesn’t like being dead, but I don’t see your situation changing any time soon.” He says trying to cheer him up.
“I don’t mind being dead. I don’t like the way I died. Now no more talk of this.” The elevator stops and he leads him to a door, with his first and last name on it, before handing him a runestone on a keychain “Only your stone can open the lock. Touch it to the lock like a key.”
He nods slowly and grabs the keychain “Never thought I’d see the day, and technically I didn’t.” He chuckles and touches the stone to the lock
The door opens, revealing a room absolutely perfect for him, everything he would need or want
He turns to the other person, an obvious disinterest in his body language “Do you know where I could get rid of most of this?”
“Sounds like someone doesn’t like being dead, but I don’t see your situation changing any time soon.” He says trying to cheer him up.
“I don’t mind being dead. I don’t like the way I died. Now no more talk of this.” The elevator stops and he leads him to a door, with his first and last name on it, before handing him a runestone on a keychain “Only your stone can open the lock. Touch it to the lock like a key.”
He nods slowly and grabs the keychain “Never thought I’d see the day, and technically I didn’t.” He chuckles and touches the stone to the lock
The door opens, revealing a room absolutely perfect for him, everything he would need or want
He turns to the other person, an obvious disinterest in his body language “Do you know where I could get rid of most of this?”
“What do you mean?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Sounds like someone doesn’t like being dead, but I don’t see your situation changing any time soon.” He says trying to cheer him up.
“I don’t mind being dead. I don’t like the way I died. Now no more talk of this.” The elevator stops and he leads him to a door, with his first and last name on it, before handing him a runestone on a keychain “Only your stone can open the lock. Touch it to the lock like a key.”
He nods slowly and grabs the keychain “Never thought I’d see the day, and technically I didn’t.” He chuckles and touches the stone to the lock
The door opens, revealing a room absolutely perfect for him, everything he would need or want
He turns to the other person, an obvious disinterest in his body language “Do you know where I could get rid of most of this?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t need most of the things in here, so I would prefer not to have them at all. Possibly put them in a storage area of sorts.”
“Sounds like someone doesn’t like being dead, but I don’t see your situation changing any time soon.” He says trying to cheer him up.
“I don’t mind being dead. I don’t like the way I died. Now no more talk of this.” The elevator stops and he leads him to a door, with his first and last name on it, before handing him a runestone on a keychain “Only your stone can open the lock. Touch it to the lock like a key.”
He nods slowly and grabs the keychain “Never thought I’d see the day, and technically I didn’t.” He chuckles and touches the stone to the lock
The door opens, revealing a room absolutely perfect for him, everything he would need or want
He turns to the other person, an obvious disinterest in his body language “Do you know where I could get rid of most of this?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t need most of the things in here, so I would prefer not to have them at all. Possibly put them in a storage area of sorts.”
*I said it was perfect, so anything he wouldn’t want wouldn’t be there*
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Sounds like someone doesn’t like being dead, but I don’t see your situation changing any time soon.” He says trying to cheer him up.
“I don’t mind being dead. I don’t like the way I died. Now no more talk of this.” The elevator stops and he leads him to a door, with his first and last name on it, before handing him a runestone on a keychain “Only your stone can open the lock. Touch it to the lock like a key.”
He nods slowly and grabs the keychain “Never thought I’d see the day, and technically I didn’t.” He chuckles and touches the stone to the lock
The door opens, revealing a room absolutely perfect for him, everything he would need or want
He turns to the other person, an obvious disinterest in his body language “Do you know where I could get rid of most of this?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t need most of the things in here, so I would prefer not to have them at all. Possibly put them in a storage area of sorts.”
*I said it was perfect, so anything he wouldn’t want wouldn’t be there*
*Dang you’re right. Retcon that part of the talk then.* He sits on the mat on the side of the room and grabs a bottle of alcohol “Will you be busy?”
“Sounds like someone doesn’t like being dead, but I don’t see your situation changing any time soon.” He says trying to cheer him up.
“I don’t mind being dead. I don’t like the way I died. Now no more talk of this.” The elevator stops and he leads him to a door, with his first and last name on it, before handing him a runestone on a keychain “Only your stone can open the lock. Touch it to the lock like a key.”
He nods slowly and grabs the keychain “Never thought I’d see the day, and technically I didn’t.” He chuckles and touches the stone to the lock
The door opens, revealing a room absolutely perfect for him, everything he would need or want
He turns to the other person, an obvious disinterest in his body language “Do you know where I could get rid of most of this?”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t need most of the things in here, so I would prefer not to have them at all. Possibly put them in a storage area of sorts.”
*I said it was perfect, so anything he wouldn’t want wouldn’t be there*
*Dang you’re right. Retcon that part of the talk then.* He sits on the mat on the side of the room and grabs a bottle of alcohol “Will you be busy?”
“Always, why? Also, the mead here is better than any alcohol you ever have or will drink.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Always, why? Also, the mead here is better than any alcohol you ever have or will drink.”
“That’s nice to know. Guess I can’t invite you to take part in some day drinking then. I don’t think I’ve asked for your name?”
“Hunding. Well my job is done here.” He holds out his hand, obviously asking for a tip
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Always, why? Also, the mead here is better than any alcohol you ever have or will drink.”
“That’s nice to know. Guess I can’t invite you to take part in some day drinking then. I don’t think I’ve asked for your name?”
“Hunding. Well my job is done here.” He holds out his hand, obviously asking for a tip
He looks at his hand, confused for a moment before saying “Are you expecting some sort of compensation for doing your job? Let me see if I have anything.” He pats himself down and pulls out a single coin, placing it in his hand.
“Always, why? Also, the mead here is better than any alcohol you ever have or will drink.”
“That’s nice to know. Guess I can’t invite you to take part in some day drinking then. I don’t think I’ve asked for your name?”
“Hunding. Well my job is done here.” He holds out his hand, obviously asking for a tip
He looks at his hand, confused for a moment before saying “Are you expecting some sort of compensation for doing your job? Let me see if I have anything.” He pats himself down and pulls out a single coin, placing it in his hand.
He takes the coin, tips his hat and leaves
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
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“How’d you die?”
“Doesn’t matter.” He says with a bitter sigh
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Sounds like someone doesn’t like being dead, but I don’t see your situation changing any time soon.” He says trying to cheer him up.
“I don’t mind being dead. I don’t like the way I died. Now no more talk of this.” The elevator stops and he leads him to a door, with his first and last name on it, before handing him a runestone on a keychain “Only your stone can open the lock. Touch it to the lock like a key.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
He nods slowly and grabs the keychain “Never thought I’d see the day, and technically I didn’t.” He chuckles and touches the stone to the lock
The door opens, revealing a room absolutely perfect for him, everything he would need or want
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
He turns to the other person, an obvious disinterest in his body language “Do you know where I could get rid of most of this?”
“What do you mean?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
“I don’t need most of the things in here, so I would prefer not to have them at all. Possibly put them in a storage area of sorts.”
*I said it was perfect, so anything he wouldn’t want wouldn’t be there*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Dang you’re right. Retcon that part of the talk then.* He sits on the mat on the side of the room and grabs a bottle of alcohol “Will you be busy?”
“Always, why? Also, the mead here is better than any alcohol you ever have or will drink.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
“That’s nice to know. Guess I can’t invite you to take part in some day drinking then. I don’t think I’ve asked for your name?”
“Hunding. Well my job is done here.” He holds out his hand, obviously asking for a tip
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
He looks at his hand, confused for a moment before saying “Are you expecting some sort of compensation for doing your job? Let me see if I have anything.” He pats himself down and pulls out a single coin, placing it in his hand.
Valor is walking around, enjoying. He clearly has had some experience with the Norse world.
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He takes the coin, tips his hat and leaves
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
*alright who is here?*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Mmmme.*
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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*okay hopefully elk is here because I want to do public introductions and maybe a bit of rune reading*
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow