his smile quivers and he buries his face in his knees.
Rag remains next to him “Everything will be okay in the end, just give it time, trust me. Also who is he?”
he looks at you. you dont know yet... do you? he looks away even more ashamed, it radiates off him like an aura. he clenches his eyes shut.
He casts planar weapon on his hand, using it to lift his head up by his chin “Who is he son? It doesn’t matter, I just want to know.”
jylek pulls his head away, then turns back and side eyes you with a embarrassed look. he whispers he's my father...
Rag’s face flashes a few emotions, confusion, understanding, and many others but Jylek always knew how it was going to end, rage. He slams his fist again the wall and it collapses under the force of his fist. Flames begin to billow from his mouth.
jylek flinches, even though he is a ghost.
"I am going to drink the meat from his spine." He says still fuming, but when he sees Jylek flinch he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down.
jylek hugs his legs, trying to hide his shaking.
deception; 17
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
his smile quivers and he buries his face in his knees.
Rag remains next to him “Everything will be okay in the end, just give it time, trust me. Also who is he?”
he looks at you. you dont know yet... do you? he looks away even more ashamed, it radiates off him like an aura. he clenches his eyes shut.
He casts planar weapon on his hand, using it to lift his head up by his chin “Who is he son? It doesn’t matter, I just want to know.”
jylek pulls his head away, then turns back and side eyes you with a embarrassed look. he whispers he's my father...
Rag’s face flashes a few emotions, confusion, understanding, and many others but Jylek always knew how it was going to end, rage. He slams his fist again the wall and it collapses under the force of his fist. Flames begin to billow from his mouth.
jylek flinches, even though he is a ghost.
"I am going to drink the meat from his spine." He says still fuming, but when he sees Jylek flinch he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down.
jylek hugs his legs, trying to hide his shaking.
deception; 22
Rag can tell he's afraid and begins to shake himself, trying to kill the rage inside himself "I'm sorry, I need to stop getting so angry. I... I'm sorry."
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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.
his smile quivers and he buries his face in his knees.
Rag remains next to him “Everything will be okay in the end, just give it time, trust me. Also who is he?”
he looks at you. you dont know yet... do you? he looks away even more ashamed, it radiates off him like an aura. he clenches his eyes shut.
He casts planar weapon on his hand, using it to lift his head up by his chin “Who is he son? It doesn’t matter, I just want to know.”
jylek pulls his head away, then turns back and side eyes you with a embarrassed look. he whispers he's my father...
Rag’s face flashes a few emotions, confusion, understanding, and many others but Jylek always knew how it was going to end, rage. He slams his fist again the wall and it collapses under the force of his fist. Flames begin to billow from his mouth.
jylek flinches, even though he is a ghost.
"I am going to drink the meat from his spine." He says still fuming, but when he sees Jylek flinch he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down.
jylek hugs his legs, trying to hide his shaking.
deception; 22
Rag can tell he's afraid and begins to shake himself, trying to kill the rage inside himself "I'm sorry, I need to stop getting so angry. I... I'm sorry."
jylek nods, and barely hides a sniffle, he wipes his face i-it's okay. i'm fine. your okay dad.
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"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live. whispering wind. falling through sky. knowing i died. falling. dying... slowly......
the Jailor is in Nessus, casting a whole lot of power word pain.
Johnny teatime is having a party.
Corvin is tinkering.
He hears the sound of the Gut walking toward him. "I said to call me," comes Barbeau's voice.
A man in a grey-green pinstriped suit and fedora walks over. He has a pencil-thin mustache and slick black hair. His big smile is filled with teeth made of some sort of black, reflective metal. "Ooh! I've never seen machines like those! A couple of my students tried to make similar things, so I'm guessing those are... time manipulation devices?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
his smile quivers and he buries his face in his knees.
Rag remains next to him “Everything will be okay in the end, just give it time, trust me. Also who is he?”
he looks at you. you dont know yet... do you? he looks away even more ashamed, it radiates off him like an aura. he clenches his eyes shut.
He casts planar weapon on his hand, using it to lift his head up by his chin “Who is he son? It doesn’t matter, I just want to know.”
jylek pulls his head away, then turns back and side eyes you with a embarrassed look. he whispers he's my father...
Rag’s face flashes a few emotions, confusion, understanding, and many others but Jylek always knew how it was going to end, rage. He slams his fist again the wall and it collapses under the force of his fist. Flames begin to billow from his mouth.
jylek flinches, even though he is a ghost.
"I am going to drink the meat from his spine." He says still fuming, but when he sees Jylek flinch he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down.
jylek hugs his legs, trying to hide his shaking.
deception; 22
Rag can tell he's afraid and begins to shake himself, trying to kill the rage inside himself "I'm sorry, I need to stop getting so angry. I... I'm sorry."
jylek nods, and barely hides a sniffle, he wipes his face i-it's okay. i'm fine. your okay dad.
"No it isn't. I don't want to do anything like that again. I don't want to hurt anyone like 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.
the Jailor is in Nessus, casting a whole lot of power word pain.
Johnny teatime is having a party.
Corvin is tinkering.
He hears the sound of the Gut walking toward him. "I said to call me," comes Barbeau's voice.
A man in a grey-green pinstriped suit and fedora walks over. He has a pencil-thin mustache and slick black hair. His big smile is filled with teeth made of some sort of black, reflective metal. "Ooh! I've never seen machines like those! A couple of my students tried to make similar things, so I'm guessing those are... time manipulation devices?"
They look up, wiping away some tears with their sleeve. “S-sorry… I forgot…”
he looks towards them, closing the watch. “Indeed! Made them a few hundred years ago myself. I specialize in time magic. I’m Doctor T.T. Corvin.”
He hears the sound of the Gut walking toward him. "I said to call me," comes Barbeau's voice.
A man in a grey-green pinstriped suit and fedora walks over. He has a pencil-thin mustache and slick black hair. His big smile is filled with teeth made of some sort of black, reflective metal. "Ooh! I've never seen machines like those! A couple of my students tried to make similar things, so I'm guessing those are... time manipulation devices?"
They look up, wiping away some tears with their sleeve. “S-sorry… I forgot…”
he looks towards them, closing the watch. “Indeed! Made them a few hundred years ago myself. I specialize in time magic. I’m Doctor T.T. Corvin.”
The chef slides down the side of the city-sized engine of death. "It's okay." He offers Lonely his handkerchief. "What happened this time?"
"Time magic! How interesting! I hope you use it responsibly! Well, attempt to." He chuckles. "This multiverse is full of geniuses, isn't it? That's nice. Shame they're mostly dangerous monsters. Not that I could do anything about it. Legal restrictions, you know." He sits down, cross-legged. "Sytosc, High Critic."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Sytosc is dancing cheerfully through the forest, ravenous void trailing a couple inches behind his swinging arms. He sings as he strides, but not in any known language. It seems to be a dialect of Deep Speech, or perhaps the other way around.
Inumaki walks into the forest, seemingly looking around for something that shouldn't be here, his school outfit ruffling in the forest as he moves with expert speed.
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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.
He hears the sound of the Gut walking toward him. "I said to call me," comes Barbeau's voice.
A man in a grey-green pinstriped suit and fedora walks over. He has a pencil-thin mustache and slick black hair. His big smile is filled with teeth made of some sort of black, reflective metal. "Ooh! I've never seen machines like those! A couple of my students tried to make similar things, so I'm guessing those are... time manipulation devices?"
They look up, wiping away some tears with their sleeve. “S-sorry… I forgot…”
he looks towards them, closing the watch. “Indeed! Made them a few hundred years ago myself. I specialize in time magic. I’m Doctor T.T. Corvin.”
The chef slides down the side of the city-sized engine of death. "It's okay." He offers Lonely his handkerchief. "What happened this time?"
"Time magic! How interesting! I hope you use it responsibly! Well, attempt to." He chuckles. "This multiverse is full of geniuses, isn't it? That's nice. Shame they're mostly dangerous monsters. Not that I could do anything about it. Legal restrictions, you know." He sits down, cross-legged. "Sytosc, High Critic."
They take it, and start dabbing away tears. “A guy… tried… or at least threatened to… kill me and my dog… they were a vampire…”
”i try to be at least a bit responsible with my magic, heh. I’ve probably become the most advanced time manipulator in the universe. I’ve actually separated myself from time, so I can only ever exist at one time at once. Pretty useful.”
Sytosc is dancing cheerfully through the forest, ravenous void trailing a couple inches behind his swinging arms. He sings as he strides, but not in any known language. It seems to be a dialect of Deep Speech, or perhaps the other way around.
Inumaki walks into the forest, seemingly looking around for something that shouldn't be here, his school outfit ruffling in the forest as he moves with expert speed.
Sytosc slowly stops spinning as he watches. "What incredible speed..." he mutters, pulling out a note pad and writing something down.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
the Jailor is in Nessus, casting a whole lot of power word pain.
*Hola.*
Inumaki walks up to Lonely and sits in front of them.
Sekiro has gotten himself lost in hell and is walking around.
Don is also in hell but in Abaddon's office, sitting in his chair, if Abaddon is in his chair then he's sitting on his lap.
Rag is sitting next to what used to be a wall, before he hit it in a rage.
They look up, still crying, and also a bit confused.
the Jailor senses them in Hell and pops into existence right next to them, slowly floating to the ground. ”you have business here?”
Abaddon walks in. “Hello Don… what exactly did you arrest Toji for?”
a Nearby pit fiend is watching him, slightly terrified.
He smiles at him and signs "Hello, why are you crying?"
His mask shifts to look like a Japanese pit fiend "I don't. Actually I don't know how I got here, but while I'm here I'm going to paint something."
"I told you he reminds me of myself didn't I? That means a lot of murder." He says making a gesture that shuts the door behind him.
He looks up at the pit fiend " I hope this is a teaching moment for anyone who had doubts about my strength."
“I… someone threatened to kill me…”
”how about the millions of screaming souls right down there?” She points to the pit of Asmodeus.
”how lovely, could I have an exact list?”
they back away slowly. An Imp is nearby, watching them in awe.
"Are you dead?" He says looking them in the eyes.
"I don't think that is the peaceful scene I am searching for. Do you have anything else I could see?"
"Well there are more dead than I would bother counting. I could list the most relevant ones, attempted murder- Satoru Gojo. Gojo didn't die, although he was believed dead because of repeated stabbings."
Rag stands up and walks to the pit fiend barracks, calming himself down along the way.
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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.
Etiam im librum scribo
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jylek hugs his legs, trying to hide his shaking.
deception; 17
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
hemy catches up to it and picks it up, waving his finger like 'bad kitty!' but stays silent.
lily stays hovering a ways above. watching.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
Rag can tell he's afraid and begins to shake himself, trying to kill the rage inside himself "I'm sorry, I need to stop getting so angry. I... I'm sorry."
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
Lonely is sobbing.
Alacreus is breaking physics, like usual.
the Jailor is in Nessus, casting a whole lot of power word pain.
Johnny teatime is having a party.
Corvin is tinkering.
jylek nods, and barely hides a sniffle, he wipes his face i-it's okay. i'm fine. your okay dad.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
*Hola.*
Inumaki walks up to Lonely and sits in front of them.
Sekiro has gotten himself lost in hell and is walking around.
Don is also in hell but in Abaddon's office, sitting in his chair, if Abaddon is in his chair then he's sitting on his lap.
Rag is sitting next to what used to be a wall, before he hit it in a rage.
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
He hears the sound of the Gut walking toward him. "I said to call me," comes Barbeau's voice.
A man in a grey-green pinstriped suit and fedora walks over. He has a pencil-thin mustache and slick black hair. His big smile is filled with teeth made of some sort of black, reflective metal. "Ooh! I've never seen machines like those! A couple of my students tried to make similar things, so I'm guessing those are... time manipulation devices?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No it isn't. I don't want to do anything like that again. I don't want to hurt anyone like 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
i understand... jylek moves his hand through the earth, as if he were writing in it, then sighs when nothing happens.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
They look up, still crying, and also a bit confused.
the Jailor senses them in Hell and pops into existence right next to them, slowly floating to the ground. ”you have business here?”
Abaddon walks in. “Hello Don… what exactly did you arrest Toji for?”
a Nearby pit fiend is watching him, slightly terrified.
"I am truly so so sorry. I wish I were better, for you." He looks at his hands "What are you doing?"
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
They look up, wiping away some tears with their sleeve. “S-sorry… I forgot…”
he looks towards them, closing the watch. “Indeed! Made them a few hundred years ago myself. I specialize in time magic. I’m Doctor T.T. Corvin.”
He smiles at him and signs "Hello, why are you crying?"
His mask shifts to look like a Japanese pit fiend "I don't. Actually I don't know how I got here, but while I'm here I'm going to paint something."
"I told you he reminds me of myself didn't I? That means a lot of murder." He says making a gesture that shuts the door behind him.
He looks up at the pit fiend " I hope this is a teaching moment for anyone who had doubts about my strength."
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
The chef slides down the side of the city-sized engine of death. "It's okay." He offers Lonely his handkerchief. "What happened this time?"
"Time magic! How interesting! I hope you use it responsibly! Well, attempt to." He chuckles. "This multiverse is full of geniuses, isn't it? That's nice. Shame they're mostly dangerous monsters. Not that I could do anything about it. Legal restrictions, you know." He sits down, cross-legged. "Sytosc, High Critic."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I… someone threatened to kill me…”
”how about the millions of screaming souls right down there?” She points to the pit of Asmodeus.
”how lovely, could I have an exact list?”
they back away slowly. An Imp is nearby, watching them in awe.
Inumaki walks into the forest, seemingly looking around for something that shouldn't be here, his school outfit ruffling in the forest as he moves with expert speed.
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
jylek stiffens and glances at the pit fiend, going silent.
"When at first you don't succeed. Try and try again" Story of my life.
Nicknamed 'doppleganger' by AnnoyedCecealia. given title: that guy! by drummer. lol XD
wishing to live.
whispering wind.
falling through sky.
knowing i died.
falling.
dying...
slowly......
They take it, and start dabbing away tears. “A guy… tried… or at least threatened to… kill me and my dog… they were a vampire…”
”i try to be at least a bit responsible with my magic, heh. I’ve probably become the most advanced time manipulator in the universe. I’ve actually separated myself from time, so I can only ever exist at one time at once. Pretty useful.”
Sytosc slowly stops spinning as he watches. "What incredible speed..." he mutters, pulling out a note pad and writing something down.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Are you dead?" He says looking them in the eyes.
"I don't think that is the peaceful scene I am searching for. Do you have anything else I could see?"
"Well there are more dead than I would bother counting. I could list the most relevant ones, attempted murder- Satoru Gojo. Gojo didn't die, although he was believed dead because of repeated stabbings."
Rag stands up and walks to the pit fiend barracks, calming himself down along the way.
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