“Oh, alright then.” Zeon says dropping the subject. “Where would some of these other people be?”
“Uh, Jason is either at his astral kingdom over there,” they point to the gat leading to the kingdom, “or somewhere else like his cloud house.” He points to Jason’s house. “Same with shade, they’re usually together.”
“Ok, I’m going to try to say hello then.” Zeon says.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
Zeon would walk over to the Jason’s cloud house and observe sit for a bit, Spellbook floating beside him. He looks for what he can see as a door and jumps up with I incredible power and speed and try to knock on what he thinks is the door.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Mm… not sure right now, I have Lonely. Abaddon and friends, Alacreus, Corvin, the doom duck, and then a calico kitten in a teacup being paraded around by a bunch of big cats*
*Well you know I have Don who is hunting down Toji, Rag who is just living life, Sekiro who is always training, painting, or saying wise things, and Jason.*
Wherever Sekiro is, it seems that nearby there is a pack of three dozen various species of big cats having a picnic, with picnic blankets and baskets and plates and other strange human things. In the middle of the picnic is a large teacup, inside of which rests a sleeping calico kitten.
Lonely walks up to Jason.
”Hiya! How are you doing?”
Sekiro begins to paint the scene, sharp lines all across it from his swordsmanship. His oni mask shifts to a smile when seeing all the cats, muttering something to himself.
Jason is inside his cloud house, which is not in his astral kingdom "Hey Lonely, I'm doing fine, also you don't have to worry about that bounty hunter anymore."
One of the cats, a Serval, prances up to Sekiro, a basket in its mouth. It puts down the basket in front of him and looks up at them curiously. Inside of the basket is lots of delicious looking foods, mostly fish or other types of meats, with some fruits and a bottle of some fey wine as well.
”oh… did you kill him?”
He looks at the basket "Oh no thank you, whoever thought this was a good idea tell them I say thank you but I do not wish for any of this." He places the finished painting on the cat's back "You may go back with this though, a gift in return."
"No he is very alive."
It meows in agreement and begins to take the basket and the painting back. It seems the kitten in the teacup is waking up, and it’s grabbing onto the edge of the cup and looking over at Sekiro, meowing.
”oh, then what happened?”
"Such adorable creatures? Do you have an owner any of you?"
"I showed him the gap between us."
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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.
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
*Mm… not sure right now, I have Lonely. Abaddon and friends, Alacreus, Corvin, the doom duck, and then a calico kitten in a teacup being paraded around by a bunch of big cats*
*Well you know I have Don who is hunting down Toji, Rag who is just living life, Sekiro who is always training, painting, or saying wise things, and Jason.*
Wherever Sekiro is, it seems that nearby there is a pack of three dozen various species of big cats having a picnic, with picnic blankets and baskets and plates and other strange human things. In the middle of the picnic is a large teacup, inside of which rests a sleeping calico kitten.
Lonely walks up to Jason.
”Hiya! How are you doing?”
Sekiro begins to paint the scene, sharp lines all across it from his swordsmanship. His oni mask shifts to a smile when seeing all the cats, muttering something to himself.
Jason is inside his cloud house, which is not in his astral kingdom "Hey Lonely, I'm doing fine, also you don't have to worry about that bounty hunter anymore."
One of the cats, a Serval, prances up to Sekiro, a basket in its mouth. It puts down the basket in front of him and looks up at them curiously. Inside of the basket is lots of delicious looking foods, mostly fish or other types of meats, with some fruits and a bottle of some fey wine as well.
”oh… did you kill him?”
He looks at the basket "Oh no thank you, whoever thought this was a good idea tell them I say thank you but I do not wish for any of this." He places the finished painting on the cat's back "You may go back with this though, a gift in return."
"No he is very alive."
It meows in agreement and begins to take the basket and the painting back. It seems the kitten in the teacup is waking up, and it’s grabbing onto the edge of the cup and looking over at Sekiro, meowing.
”oh, then what happened?”
"Such adorable creatures? Do you have an owner any of you?"
"I showed him the gap between us."
The kitten and all of the other cats meow, and they hear a whisper in his mind. We free! Join our picnic?
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
“Well, then, in that case…” The person casts banishment on the gunslinger. Make a CHA save.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
“Well, then, in that case…” The person casts banishment on the gunslinger. Make a CHA save.
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
“Well, then, in that case…” The person casts banishment on the gunslinger. Make a CHA save.
20
Success. The person sighs. “Both of my main options for the diffusion of violence seem to have failed miserably.”
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
“Well, then, in that case…” The person casts banishment on the gunslinger. Make a CHA save.
20
Success. The person sighs. “Both of my main options for the diffusion of violence.”
“Gah, it’s no fun if you don’t like, scream in terror or beg for your life Or something! Everyone here is so boring…” they holster their revolver.
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
“Well, then, in that case…” The person casts banishment on the gunslinger. Make a CHA save.
20
Success. The person sighs. “Both of my main options for the diffusion of violence.”
“Gah, it’s no fun if you don’t like, scream in terror or beg for your life Or something! Everyone here is so boring…” they holster their revolver.
“Perhaps the reason violence is dissatisfying to you is because you are on the verge of an epiphany that may propel you to greater wisdom.” The person posits.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
“Well, then, in that case…” The person casts banishment on the gunslinger. Make a CHA save.
20
Success. The person sighs. “Both of my main options for the diffusion of violence.”
“Gah, it’s no fun if you don’t like, scream in terror or beg for your life Or something! Everyone here is so boring…” they holster their revolver.
“Perhaps the reason violence is dissatisfying to you is because you are on the verge of an epiphany that may propel you to greater wisdom.” The person posits.
“Don’t try to confuse me with your big words, Pardner…” he says, drawing his gun, spinning around, and shooting an Angel out of the sky.
The kitten and all of the other cats meow, and they hear a whisper in his mind. We free! Join our picnic?
”what’s that supposed to mean…”
"I am not one for such things but I will join you." He walks over and sits with them.
"I am stronger than you think, and I showed him what I can really do."
They continue on with their picnic, and continue to do very strange human things. Two cats are even playing Music, a viola and a harp. The teacup kitten goes back to sleep.
”ah… so what did you do exactly? Because I’m not sure what you can do…”
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
“Well, then, in that case…” The person casts banishment on the gunslinger. Make a CHA save.
20
Success. The person sighs. “Both of my main options for the diffusion of violence.”
“Gah, it’s no fun if you don’t like, scream in terror or beg for your life Or something! Everyone here is so boring…” they holster their revolver.
“Perhaps the reason violence is dissatisfying to you is because you are on the verge of an epiphany that may propel you to greater wisdom.” The person posits.
“Don’t try to confuse me with your big words, Pardner…” he says, drawing his gun, spinning around, and shooting an Angel out of the sky.
“It may be unthinkable to you now, but perhaps not in the future. I am known by the living as Eito.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
“Well, then, in that case…” The person casts banishment on the gunslinger. Make a CHA save.
20
Success. The person sighs. “Both of my main options for the diffusion of violence.”
“Gah, it’s no fun if you don’t like, scream in terror or beg for your life Or something! Everyone here is so boring…” they holster their revolver.
“Perhaps the reason violence is dissatisfying to you is because you are on the verge of an epiphany that may propel you to greater wisdom.” The person posits.
“Don’t try to confuse me with your big words, Pardner…” he says, drawing his gun, spinning around, and shooting an Angel out of the sky.
“It may be unthinkable to you now, but perhaps not in the future. I am known by the living as Eito.”
The kitten and all of the other cats meow, and they hear a whisper in his mind. We free! Join our picnic?
”what’s that supposed to mean…”
"I am not one for such things but I will join you." He walks over and sits with them.
"I am stronger than you think, and I showed him what I can really do."
They continue on with their picnic, and continue to do very strange human things. Two cats are even playing Music, a viola and a harp. The teacup kitten goes back to sleep.
”ah… so what did you do exactly? Because I’m not sure what you can do…”
"Hmm, strange of you. Like humans, yet cats."
"You shouldn't have to worry about it, everyone just says my powers are for evil people."
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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.
“Ok, I’m going to try to say hello then.” Zeon says.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Leonard has converted his taco stand into a survey booth.
A humanoid seemingly made of black velvet carrying a shortsword has entered the dome. They have an oni-like face made of pale lilac-tinged white light and glyphs on their surface made of similar light. They have long white nails and hold a few withered scrolls under their other arm.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
From six hundred feet away, an elven cowboy is watching them, aiming a revolver towards them.
Zeon would walk over to the Jason’s cloud house and observe sit for a bit, Spellbook floating beside him. He looks for what he can see as a door and jumps up with I incredible power and speed and try to knock on what he thinks is the door.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
The velvet person stoops and sets their blade on the ground. “I mean no harm.” A soothing, feminine voice says, clearly issuing from the person but still sounding quiet.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Such adorable creatures? Do you have an owner any of you?"
"I showed him the gap between us."
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
“But I do, Pardner.” He yells over to them, walking closer, aiming their gun directly at their head.
The kitten and all of the other cats meow, and they hear a whisper in his mind. We free! Join our picnic?
”what’s that supposed to mean…”
“Well, then, in that case…” The person casts banishment on the gunslinger. Make a CHA save.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
27
Success. The person sighs. “Both of my main options for the diffusion of violence seem to have failed miserably.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Gah, it’s no fun if you don’t like, scream in terror or beg for your life Or something! Everyone here is so boring…” they holster their revolver.
“Perhaps the reason violence is dissatisfying to you is because you are on the verge of an epiphany that may propel you to greater wisdom.” The person posits.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I am not one for such things but I will join you." He walks over and sits with them.
"I am stronger than you think, and I showed him what I can really do."
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
“Don’t try to confuse me with your big words, Pardner…” he says, drawing his gun, spinning around, and shooting an Angel out of the sky.
They continue on with their picnic, and continue to do very strange human things. Two cats are even playing Music, a viola and a harp. The teacup kitten goes back to sleep.
”ah… so what did you do exactly? Because I’m not sure what you can do…”
“It may be unthinkable to you now, but perhaps not in the future. I am known by the living as Eito.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Does that mean you aren’t living yourself?”
"Hmm, strange of you. Like humans, yet cats."
"You shouldn't have to worry about it, everyone just says my powers are for evil people."
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
Zeon, not getting an answer from knocking, decides to inspect the gate that Lonely pointed out. “Is this a portal.”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills