A new person is walking around the dome whilst smoking a cigarette. Seemingly in his 40s or 50s, his white hair in a military style crew cut. He’s wearing a black gray striped suit, pants, and vest coupled with a big red tie on his white collar shirt. His nose looks like it’s been broken and fixed several times. Behind him, he’s dragging what appears to be an aluminum baseball bat with chains wrapped around the handle.
The elven cowboy (introed a few pages ago), 145 I think) is watching him from a few hundred feet away, smiling like a madman. He’s aiming his revolver, death’s hand, at him. Or at least in his general direction.
He seems to notice the man, seemingly disappearing, the cold feeling of death and despair, as well of the screams of a dying man pass by. Then they stop, the sound of metal being being dragged across the ground and footstep are now behind him
They turn around, spinning their gun once, twice, before pointing it at them.
”Why Hello There!” They say, cackling.
“The hell do you want?” He doesn’t even turn around, though he stops walking
“Well, I was being paid to kill someone here but someone else paid me to not do that, so now I just feel like killing someone anyways.”
“Doesn’t seem to be my problem. Shove off.” He begins walking once more
“Nobody here is any fun.” They say, pulling the trigger. The bullet shoots right past his ear, just missing him by a fraction of an inch.
“I’m here for a vacation, not a death brawl.”
“You came for a vacation to a death brawl, Pardner.”
A new person is walking around the dome whilst smoking a cigarette. Seemingly in his 40s or 50s, his white hair in a military style crew cut. He’s wearing a black gray striped suit, pants, and vest coupled with a big red tie on his white collar shirt. His nose looks like it’s been broken and fixed several times. Behind him, he’s dragging what appears to be an aluminum baseball bat with chains wrapped around the handle.
The elven cowboy (introed a few pages ago), 145 I think) is watching him from a few hundred feet away, smiling like a madman. He’s aiming his revolver, death’s hand, at him. Or at least in his general direction.
He seems to notice the man, seemingly disappearing, the cold feeling of death and despair, as well of the screams of a dying man pass by. Then they stop, the sound of metal being being dragged across the ground and footstep are now behind him
They turn around, spinning their gun once, twice, before pointing it at them.
”Why Hello There!” They say, cackling.
“The hell do you want?” He doesn’t even turn around, though he stops walking
“Well, I was being paid to kill someone here but someone else paid me to not do that, so now I just feel like killing someone anyways.”
“Doesn’t seem to be my problem. Shove off.” He begins walking once more
“Nobody here is any fun.” They say, pulling the trigger. The bullet shoots right past his ear, just missing him by a fraction of an inch.
“I’m here for a vacation, not a death brawl.”
“You came for a vacation to a death brawl, Pardner.”
“Exactly. You can kill somebody else, fine by me. But don’t pester me, or I’ll have you meeting the man upstairs, capisce?”
There are a looot more people. There are a surprising number of devils and humanoids in the court house, all running out of the main exit or through collapsed walls, towards the portal.
”yeahyeahyeah I’ll be fine completely fine. Just in case I ever… run into them without you, what did they look like?…”
He grabs as many as he can, over and over, saving a few at a time, trying to keep everyone he can keep calm.
"Hol Horse from Jojo's bizarre adventure. He has a gun with something like death's hand on it."
Eventually, most of the courthouse is evacuated, the hundreds of devils and other creatures safe in Nessus. The Jailor closes the portal.
”I do not know who that is… but they have a gun? Alright, I’ll keep that in mind…”
He nods to the Jailor "I don't think we've met just yet. I'm Ragnerious, the new unwilling hire." He puts out a hand to shake.
"They are looking for you specifically. Have you made any major enemies recently?"
She extends a hand as well, covered in glowing tattoos of swirling stars.
”ello, I’m the Jailor.”
”I don’t think so… I mean, I’ve spent most of my time the past few… however long it’s been, here. Maybe they’re trying to get back at one of my siblings… but why?” They mutter to themself, stressed.
He squeezes just enough to show respect "A pleasure to meet you, even if I hate this place." His chest having tattoos of a berserker's fury. *Potential love interest unlocked?/jk*
"You should take a seat and just sunbath with me for now, let your worries go." He pops a juice box into existence and hands it to them.
”yeah, Hell is NOT a pleasant place. Do you have any relation to that giant dragon at the court? I mean, I read the file before he was sent down here and I heard he had a grandson he was defending?” *potential love interest unlocked?!? //jk//maybe not jk?*
”alright…” they take a seat and the juice box, still slightly worried.
A new person is walking around the dome whilst smoking a cigarette. Seemingly in his 40s or 50s, his white hair in a military style crew cut. He’s wearing a black gray striped suit, pants, and vest coupled with a big red tie on his white collar shirt. His nose looks like it’s been broken and fixed several times. Behind him, he’s dragging what appears to be an aluminum baseball bat with chains wrapped around the handle.
The elven cowboy (introed a few pages ago), 145 I think) is watching him from a few hundred feet away, smiling like a madman. He’s aiming his revolver, death’s hand, at him. Or at least in his general direction.
He seems to notice the man, seemingly disappearing, the cold feeling of death and despair, as well of the screams of a dying man pass by. Then they stop, the sound of metal being being dragged across the ground and footstep are now behind him
They turn around, spinning their gun once, twice, before pointing it at them.
”Why Hello There!” They say, cackling.
“The hell do you want?” He doesn’t even turn around, though he stops walking
“Well, I was being paid to kill someone here but someone else paid me to not do that, so now I just feel like killing someone anyways.”
“Doesn’t seem to be my problem. Shove off.” He begins walking once more
“Nobody here is any fun.” They say, pulling the trigger. The bullet shoots right past his ear, just missing him by a fraction of an inch.
“I’m here for a vacation, not a death brawl.”
“You came for a vacation to a death brawl, Pardner.”
“Exactly. You can kill somebody else, fine by me. But don’t pester me, or I’ll have you meeting the man upstairs, capisce?”
“I’m terrified.” He says with a smile, Spinning his revolver in his hand.
There are a looot more people. There are a surprising number of devils and humanoids in the court house, all running out of the main exit or through collapsed walls, towards the portal.
”yeahyeahyeah I’ll be fine completely fine. Just in case I ever… run into them without you, what did they look like?…”
He grabs as many as he can, over and over, saving a few at a time, trying to keep everyone he can keep calm.
"Hol Horse from Jojo's bizarre adventure. He has a gun with something like death's hand on it."
Eventually, most of the courthouse is evacuated, the hundreds of devils and other creatures safe in Nessus. The Jailor closes the portal.
”I do not know who that is… but they have a gun? Alright, I’ll keep that in mind…”
He nods to the Jailor "I don't think we've met just yet. I'm Ragnerious, the new unwilling hire." He puts out a hand to shake.
"They are looking for you specifically. Have you made any major enemies recently?"
She extends a hand as well, covered in glowing tattoos of swirling stars.
”ello, I’m the Jailor.”
”I don’t think so… I mean, I’ve spent most of my time the past few… however long it’s been, here. Maybe they’re trying to get back at one of my siblings… but why?” They mutter to themself, stressed.
He squeezes just enough to show respect "A pleasure to meet you, even if I hate this place." His chest having tattoos of a berserker's fury. *Potential love interest unlocked?/jk*
"You should take a seat and just sunbath with me for now, let your worries go." He pops a juice box into existence and hands it to them.
”yeah, Hell is NOT a pleasant place. Do you have any relation to that giant dragon at the court? I mean, I read the file before he was sent down here and I heard he had a grandson he was defending?” *potential love interest unlocked?!? //jk//maybe not jk?*
”alright…” they take a seat and the juice box, still slightly worried.
"That would be my grandfather. Like I said, pleasure to meet you, I am Ragnerious, kin of Ragnaris." He bows sarcastically before sighing and looking up "The alcohol here isn't bad, although it isn't strong enough for my tastes."
"Sometimes you just have to accept things and enjoy life." Shade scoffs from inside Jason's shadow at the first part.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
There are a looot more people. There are a surprising number of devils and humanoids in the court house, all running out of the main exit or through collapsed walls, towards the portal.
”yeahyeahyeah I’ll be fine completely fine. Just in case I ever… run into them without you, what did they look like?…”
He grabs as many as he can, over and over, saving a few at a time, trying to keep everyone he can keep calm.
"Hol Horse from Jojo's bizarre adventure. He has a gun with something like death's hand on it."
Eventually, most of the courthouse is evacuated, the hundreds of devils and other creatures safe in Nessus. The Jailor closes the portal.
”I do not know who that is… but they have a gun? Alright, I’ll keep that in mind…”
He nods to the Jailor "I don't think we've met just yet. I'm Ragnerious, the new unwilling hire." He puts out a hand to shake.
"They are looking for you specifically. Have you made any major enemies recently?"
She extends a hand as well, covered in glowing tattoos of swirling stars.
”ello, I’m the Jailor.”
”I don’t think so… I mean, I’ve spent most of my time the past few… however long it’s been, here. Maybe they’re trying to get back at one of my siblings… but why?” They mutter to themself, stressed.
He squeezes just enough to show respect "A pleasure to meet you, even if I hate this place." His chest having tattoos of a berserker's fury. *Potential love interest unlocked?/jk*
"You should take a seat and just sunbath with me for now, let your worries go." He pops a juice box into existence and hands it to them.
”yeah, Hell is NOT a pleasant place. Do you have any relation to that giant dragon at the court? I mean, I read the file before he was sent down here and I heard he had a grandson he was defending?” *potential love interest unlocked?!? //jk//maybe not jk?*
”alright…” they take a seat and the juice box, still slightly worried.
"That would be my grandfather. Like I said, pleasure to meet you, I am Ragnerious, kin of Ragnaris." He bows sarcastically before sighing and looking up "The alcohol here isn't bad, although it isn't strong enough for my tastes."
"Sometimes you just have to accept things and enjoy life." Shade scoffs from inside Jason's shadow at the first part.
“if it was any more alcoholic they’d have to legally classify it as a poison, it’s kinda disappointing…”
A new person is walking around the dome whilst smoking a cigarette. Seemingly in his 40s or 50s, his white hair in a military style crew cut. He’s wearing a black gray striped suit, pants, and vest coupled with a big red tie on his white collar shirt. His nose looks like it’s been broken and fixed several times. Behind him, he’s dragging what appears to be an aluminum baseball bat with chains wrapped around the handle.
The elven cowboy (introed a few pages ago), 145 I think) is watching him from a few hundred feet away, smiling like a madman. He’s aiming his revolver, death’s hand, at him. Or at least in his general direction.
He seems to notice the man, seemingly disappearing, the cold feeling of death and despair, as well of the screams of a dying man pass by. Then they stop, the sound of metal being being dragged across the ground and footstep are now behind him
They turn around, spinning their gun once, twice, before pointing it at them.
”Why Hello There!” They say, cackling.
“The hell do you want?” He doesn’t even turn around, though he stops walking
“Well, I was being paid to kill someone here but someone else paid me to not do that, so now I just feel like killing someone anyways.”
“Doesn’t seem to be my problem. Shove off.” He begins walking once more
“Nobody here is any fun.” They say, pulling the trigger. The bullet shoots right past his ear, just missing him by a fraction of an inch.
“I’m here for a vacation, not a death brawl.”
“You came for a vacation to a death brawl, Pardner.”
“Exactly. You can kill somebody else, fine by me. But don’t pester me, or I’ll have you meeting the man upstairs, capisce?”
“I’m terrified.” He says with a smile, Spinning his revolver in his hand.
There are a looot more people. There are a surprising number of devils and humanoids in the court house, all running out of the main exit or through collapsed walls, towards the portal.
”yeahyeahyeah I’ll be fine completely fine. Just in case I ever… run into them without you, what did they look like?…”
He grabs as many as he can, over and over, saving a few at a time, trying to keep everyone he can keep calm.
"Hol Horse from Jojo's bizarre adventure. He has a gun with something like death's hand on it."
Eventually, most of the courthouse is evacuated, the hundreds of devils and other creatures safe in Nessus. The Jailor closes the portal.
”I do not know who that is… but they have a gun? Alright, I’ll keep that in mind…”
He nods to the Jailor "I don't think we've met just yet. I'm Ragnerious, the new unwilling hire." He puts out a hand to shake.
"They are looking for you specifically. Have you made any major enemies recently?"
She extends a hand as well, covered in glowing tattoos of swirling stars.
”ello, I’m the Jailor.”
”I don’t think so… I mean, I’ve spent most of my time the past few… however long it’s been, here. Maybe they’re trying to get back at one of my siblings… but why?” They mutter to themself, stressed.
He squeezes just enough to show respect "A pleasure to meet you, even if I hate this place." His chest having tattoos of a berserker's fury. *Potential love interest unlocked?/jk*
"You should take a seat and just sunbath with me for now, let your worries go." He pops a juice box into existence and hands it to them.
”yeah, Hell is NOT a pleasant place. Do you have any relation to that giant dragon at the court? I mean, I read the file before he was sent down here and I heard he had a grandson he was defending?” *potential love interest unlocked?!? //jk//maybe not jk?*
”alright…” they take a seat and the juice box, still slightly worried.
"That would be my grandfather. Like I said, pleasure to meet you, I am Ragnerious, kin of Ragnaris." He bows sarcastically before sighing and looking up "The alcohol here isn't bad, although it isn't strong enough for my tastes."
"Sometimes you just have to accept things and enjoy life." Shade scoffs from inside Jason's shadow at the first part
“if it was any more alcoholic they’d have to legally classify it as a poison, it’s kinda disappointing…”
”I don’t think shade agrees…”
"It truly is. Six barrels of their strongest stuff and I still managed to stay sober, I might just ask for poison next time."
"No, Shade just knows I'm being a hypocrite by saying that."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
A new person is walking around the dome whilst smoking a cigarette. Seemingly in his 40s or 50s, his white hair in a military style crew cut. He’s wearing a black gray striped suit, pants, and vest coupled with a big red tie on his white collar shirt. His nose looks like it’s been broken and fixed several times. Behind him, he’s dragging what appears to be an aluminum baseball bat with chains wrapped around the handle.
The elven cowboy (introed a few pages ago), 145 I think) is watching him from a few hundred feet away, smiling like a madman. He’s aiming his revolver, death’s hand, at him. Or at least in his general direction.
He seems to notice the man, seemingly disappearing, the cold feeling of death and despair, as well of the screams of a dying man pass by. Then they stop, the sound of metal being being dragged across the ground and footstep are now behind him
They turn around, spinning their gun once, twice, before pointing it at them.
”Why Hello There!” They say, cackling.
“The hell do you want?” He doesn’t even turn around, though he stops walking
“Well, I was being paid to kill someone here but someone else paid me to not do that, so now I just feel like killing someone anyways.”
“Doesn’t seem to be my problem. Shove off.” He begins walking once more
“Nobody here is any fun.” They say, pulling the trigger. The bullet shoots right past his ear, just missing him by a fraction of an inch.
“I’m here for a vacation, not a death brawl.”
“You came for a vacation to a death brawl, Pardner.”
“Exactly. You can kill somebody else, fine by me. But don’t pester me, or I’ll have you meeting the man upstairs, capisce?”
“I’m terrified.” He says with a smile, Spinning his revolver in his hand.
A new person is walking around the dome whilst smoking a cigarette. Seemingly in his 40s or 50s, his white hair in a military style crew cut. He’s wearing a black gray striped suit, pants, and vest coupled with a big red tie on his white collar shirt. His nose looks like it’s been broken and fixed several times. Behind him, he’s dragging what appears to be an aluminum baseball bat with chains wrapped around the handle.
The elven cowboy (introed a few pages ago), 145 I think) is watching him from a few hundred feet away, smiling like a madman. He’s aiming his revolver, death’s hand, at him. Or at least in his general direction.
He seems to notice the man, seemingly disappearing, the cold feeling of death and despair, as well of the screams of a dying man pass by. Then they stop, the sound of metal being being dragged across the ground and footstep are now behind him
They turn around, spinning their gun once, twice, before pointing it at them.
”Why Hello There!” They say, cackling.
“The hell do you want?” He doesn’t even turn around, though he stops walking
“Well, I was being paid to kill someone here but someone else paid me to not do that, so now I just feel like killing someone anyways.”
“Doesn’t seem to be my problem. Shove off.” He begins walking once more
“Nobody here is any fun.” They say, pulling the trigger. The bullet shoots right past his ear, just missing him by a fraction of an inch.
“I’m here for a vacation, not a death brawl.”
“You came for a vacation to a death brawl, Pardner.”
“Exactly. You can kill somebody else, fine by me. But don’t pester me, or I’ll have you meeting the man upstairs, capisce?”
“I’m terrified.” He says with a smile, Spinning his revolver in his hand.
There are a looot more people. There are a surprising number of devils and humanoids in the court house, all running out of the main exit or through collapsed walls, towards the portal.
”yeahyeahyeah I’ll be fine completely fine. Just in case I ever… run into them without you, what did they look like?…”
He grabs as many as he can, over and over, saving a few at a time, trying to keep everyone he can keep calm.
"Hol Horse from Jojo's bizarre adventure. He has a gun with something like death's hand on it."
Eventually, most of the courthouse is evacuated, the hundreds of devils and other creatures safe in Nessus. The Jailor closes the portal.
”I do not know who that is… but they have a gun? Alright, I’ll keep that in mind…”
He nods to the Jailor "I don't think we've met just yet. I'm Ragnerious, the new unwilling hire." He puts out a hand to shake.
"They are looking for you specifically. Have you made any major enemies recently?"
She extends a hand as well, covered in glowing tattoos of swirling stars.
”ello, I’m the Jailor.”
”I don’t think so… I mean, I’ve spent most of my time the past few… however long it’s been, here. Maybe they’re trying to get back at one of my siblings… but why?” They mutter to themself, stressed.
He squeezes just enough to show respect "A pleasure to meet you, even if I hate this place." His chest having tattoos of a berserker's fury. *Potential love interest unlocked?/jk*
"You should take a seat and just sunbath with me for now, let your worries go." He pops a juice box into existence and hands it to them.
”yeah, Hell is NOT a pleasant place. Do you have any relation to that giant dragon at the court? I mean, I read the file before he was sent down here and I heard he had a grandson he was defending?” *potential love interest unlocked?!? //jk//maybe not jk?*
”alright…” they take a seat and the juice box, still slightly worried.
"That would be my grandfather. Like I said, pleasure to meet you, I am Ragnerious, kin of Ragnaris." He bows sarcastically before sighing and looking up "The alcohol here isn't bad, although it isn't strong enough for my tastes."
"Sometimes you just have to accept things and enjoy life." Shade scoffs from inside Jason's shadow at the first part
“if it was any more alcoholic they’d have to legally classify it as a poison, it’s kinda disappointing…”
”I don’t think shade agrees…”
"It truly is. Six barrels of their strongest stuff and I still managed to stay sober, I might just ask for poison next time."
"No, Shade just knows I'm being a hypocrite by saying that."
“Good plan. Hey, have you ever tried Thrilljoy? It’s pure abyssal alcohol. Most of the layers banned it since it’s from the abyss, but I have a secret stash of it in my room in Asmodeus’ tower. Most potent stuff in existence.” “ah. Well, how can you tell me that when you don’t do that yourself? Oh, and also, THERES SOMEONE TRYING TO KILL ME!”
There are a looot more people. There are a surprising number of devils and humanoids in the court house, all running out of the main exit or through collapsed walls, towards the portal.
”yeahyeahyeah I’ll be fine completely fine. Just in case I ever… run into them without you, what did they look like?…”
He grabs as many as he can, over and over, saving a few at a time, trying to keep everyone he can keep calm.
"Hol Horse from Jojo's bizarre adventure. He has a gun with something like death's hand on it."
Eventually, most of the courthouse is evacuated, the hundreds of devils and other creatures safe in Nessus. The Jailor closes the portal.
”I do not know who that is… but they have a gun? Alright, I’ll keep that in mind…”
He nods to the Jailor "I don't think we've met just yet. I'm Ragnerious, the new unwilling hire." He puts out a hand to shake.
"They are looking for you specifically. Have you made any major enemies recently?"
She extends a hand as well, covered in glowing tattoos of swirling stars.
”ello, I’m the Jailor.”
”I don’t think so… I mean, I’ve spent most of my time the past few… however long it’s been, here. Maybe they’re trying to get back at one of my siblings… but why?” They mutter to themself, stressed.
He squeezes just enough to show respect "A pleasure to meet you, even if I hate this place." His chest having tattoos of a berserker's fury. *Potential love interest unlocked?/jk*
"You should take a seat and just sunbath with me for now, let your worries go." He pops a juice box into existence and hands it to them.
”yeah, Hell is NOT a pleasant place. Do you have any relation to that giant dragon at the court? I mean, I read the file before he was sent down here and I heard he had a grandson he was defending?” *potential love interest unlocked?!? //jk//maybe not jk?*
”alright…” they take a seat and the juice box, still slightly worried.
"That would be my grandfather. Like I said, pleasure to meet you, I am Ragnerious, kin of Ragnaris." He bows sarcastically before sighing and looking up "The alcohol here isn't bad, although it isn't strong enough for my tastes."
"Sometimes you just have to accept things and enjoy life." Shade scoffs from inside Jason's shadow at the first part
“if it was any more alcoholic they’d have to legally classify it as a poison, it’s kinda disappointing…”
”I don’t think shade agrees…”
"It truly is. Six barrels of their strongest stuff and I still managed to stay sober, I might just ask for poison next time."
"No, Shade just knows I'm being a hypocrite by saying that."
“Good plan. Hey, have you ever tried Thrilljoy? It’s pure abyssal alcohol. Most of the layers banned it since it’s from the abyss, but I have a secret stash of it in my room in Asmodeus’ tower. Most potent stuff in existence.” “ah. Well, how can you tell me that when you don’t do that yourself? Oh, and also, THERES SOMEONE TRYING TO KILL ME!”
"Sounds like something worth trying. We should probably stay focused on our jobs for now, also you should join in the pit fiend training sessions, you could probably teach them a lot."
He feels Jason's aura spike and a bird falls out of the air once more. Jason then heals it and it flies off "Did you forget I could just tear his soul from his body?" Shade places a hand on Jason's shoulder.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
A new person is walking around the dome whilst smoking a cigarette. Seemingly in his 40s or 50s, his white hair in a military style crew cut. He’s wearing a black gray striped suit, pants, and vest coupled with a big red tie on his white collar shirt. His nose looks like it’s been broken and fixed several times. Behind him, he’s dragging what appears to be an aluminum baseball bat with chains wrapped around the handle.
The elven cowboy (introed a few pages ago), 145 I think) is watching him from a few hundred feet away, smiling like a madman. He’s aiming his revolver, death’s hand, at him. Or at least in his general direction.
He seems to notice the man, seemingly disappearing, the cold feeling of death and despair, as well of the screams of a dying man pass by. Then they stop, the sound of metal being being dragged across the ground and footstep are now behind him
They turn around, spinning their gun once, twice, before pointing it at them.
”Why Hello There!” They say, cackling.
“The hell do you want?” He doesn’t even turn around, though he stops walking
“Well, I was being paid to kill someone here but someone else paid me to not do that, so now I just feel like killing someone anyways.”
“Doesn’t seem to be my problem. Shove off.” He begins walking once more
“Nobody here is any fun.” They say, pulling the trigger. The bullet shoots right past his ear, just missing him by a fraction of an inch.
“I’m here for a vacation, not a death brawl.”
“You came for a vacation to a death brawl, Pardner.”
“Exactly. You can kill somebody else, fine by me. But don’t pester me, or I’ll have you meeting the man upstairs, capisce?”
“I’m terrified.” He says with a smile, Spinning his revolver in his hand.
He sighs “Idioti. Idioti ovunque.”
“Why’d ya come here anyways, for a vacation?”
“It was his turn to pick.” He taps his bat
“Seems your bat friend has lovely tastes. Now, give me three good reasons I shouldn’t shoot you dead right now?” He says, backing away quickly. Thirty feet, fifty feet, eighty feet, a hundred feet.
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“You came for a vacation to a death brawl, Pardner.”
*I already have two more character ideas somebody please stop me!*
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
*Nah bro I have 4, I cant help you.*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Exactly. You can kill somebody else, fine by me. But don’t pester me, or I’ll have you meeting the man upstairs, capisce?”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
”yeah, Hell is NOT a pleasant place. Do you have any relation to that giant dragon at the court? I mean, I read the file before he was sent down here and I heard he had a grandson he was defending?” *potential love interest unlocked?!? //jk//maybe not jk?*
”alright…” they take a seat and the juice box, still slightly worried.
*and I have like, two more each day, lol*
“I’m terrified.” He says with a smile, Spinning his revolver in his hand.
"That would be my grandfather. Like I said, pleasure to meet you, I am Ragnerious, kin of Ragnaris." He bows sarcastically before sighing and looking up "The alcohol here isn't bad, although it isn't strong enough for my tastes."
"Sometimes you just have to accept things and enjoy life." Shade scoffs from inside Jason's shadow at the first part.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“if it was any more alcoholic they’d have to legally classify it as a poison, it’s kinda disappointing…”
”I don’t think shade agrees…”
He sighs “Idioti. Idioti ovunque.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
"It truly is. Six barrels of their strongest stuff and I still managed to stay sober, I might just ask for poison next time."
"No, Shade just knows I'm being a hypocrite by saying that."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Why’d ya come here anyways, for a vacation?”
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Alright… uhm, is there only one mortal blade or is it like, a type of weapon?”
"I don't think it would be called The Mortal Blade if there were many."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“It was his turn to pick.” He taps his bat
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
“Good plan. Hey, have you ever tried Thrilljoy? It’s pure abyssal alcohol. Most of the layers banned it since it’s from the abyss, but I have a secret stash of it in my room in Asmodeus’ tower. Most potent stuff in existence.”
“ah. Well, how can you tell me that when you don’t do that yourself? Oh, and also, THERES SOMEONE TRYING TO KILL ME!”
"Sounds like something worth trying. We should probably stay focused on our jobs for now, also you should join in the pit fiend training sessions, you could probably teach them a lot."
He feels Jason's aura spike and a bird falls out of the air once more. Jason then heals it and it flies off "Did you forget I could just tear his soul from his body?" Shade places a hand on Jason's shoulder.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Guess so. It just sounds like a sort of mundane name…”
“Seems your bat friend has lovely tastes. Now, give me three good reasons I shouldn’t shoot you dead right now?” He says, backing away quickly. Thirty feet, fifty feet, eighty feet, a hundred feet.