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 The entity slinks nearby, taking a deep breath. Perception on the oats and tea to determine what type and quality they are: 37 +3

 Insanely good. The tea seems to be one hundred percent natural, with some healing and calming properties. And the oats are finely chosen, likely harvested by hand 

 The beast approaches casually, not even trying to hide its approach. "What kinda monster is that? You seem to be feeding it pretty well."

 “It’s a horse you idiot. But she is a monster on the track.” He laughs “But yeah, I do feed her well, considering how much we’ve been through together. She’s half the reason I’m still alive.”

 "A horse? I've never seen one that small. But it must be pretty strong to save your life like that."

 “Yep. Helped me fight a supposedly invincible, dimension hopping madman.”

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 The entity slinks nearby, taking a deep breath. Perception on the oats and tea to determine what type and quality they are: 37 +3

 Insanely good. The tea seems to be one hundred percent natural, with some healing and calming properties. And the oats are finely chosen, likely harvested by hand 

 The beast approaches casually, not even trying to hide its approach. "What kinda monster is that? You seem to be feeding it pretty well."

 “It’s a horse you idiot. But she is a monster on the track.” He laughs “But yeah, I do feed her well, considering how much we’ve been through together. She’s half the reason I’m still alive.”

 "A horse? I've never seen one that small. But it must be pretty strong to save your life like that."

 “Yep. Helped me fight a supposedly invincible, dimension hopping madman.”

 "Hmm. I've fought many supposedly invincible beasts, but never a dimension-hopping madman. I don't think any beast I've tamed could survive that."

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 The entity slinks nearby, taking a deep breath. Perception on the oats and tea to determine what type and quality they are: 37 +3

 Insanely good. The tea seems to be one hundred percent natural, with some healing and calming properties. And the oats are finely chosen, likely harvested by hand 

 The beast approaches casually, not even trying to hide its approach. "What kinda monster is that? You seem to be feeding it pretty well."

 “It’s a horse you idiot. But she is a monster on the track.” He laughs “But yeah, I do feed her well, considering how much we’ve been through together. She’s half the reason I’m still alive.”

 "A horse? I've never seen one that small. But it must be pretty strong to save your life like that."

 “Yep. Helped me fight a supposedly invincible, dimension hopping madman.”

 "Hmm. I've fought many supposedly invincible beasts, but never a dimension-hopping madman. I don't think any beast I've tamed could survive that."

 “Oh yeah, he could also bring over parallel versions of others into our world, where you would slowly be attracted to each other, be it walking, driving or whatever. Once you got too close to each other, you would collide and cease to exist, completely obliterated.”

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 "Hmm. I've fought many supposedly invincible beasts, but never a dimension-hopping madman. I don't think any beast I've tamed could survive that."

 “Oh yeah, he could also bring over parallel versions of others into our world, where you would slowly be attracted to each other, be it walking, driving or whatever. Once you got too close to each other, you would collide and cease to exist, completely obliterated.”

 "Well, I'm glad he's not around anymore then."

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 "Hmm. I've fought many supposedly invincible beasts, but never a dimension-hopping madman. I don't think any beast I've tamed could survive that."

 “Oh yeah, he could also bring over parallel versions of others into our world, where you would slowly be attracted to each other, be it walking, driving or whatever. Once you got too close to each other, you would collide and cease to exist, completely obliterated.”

 "Well, I'm glad he's not around anymore then."

 “So are we.” He rubs his head through his horse’s mane

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The Noble Hunter is slaughtering all manner of undead and deranged humanoids, alternating between using a longsword and a longbow.

Coronet is actually taking some time to teach a few arrogant upstart dragon pups not to mess with Great Aunty Coro by completely decimating them in battle. She then extracts their skulls to clean them and severs their tongues in order to preserve them.

Zeon is in deep meditation after a lot of time training. His storm aura is immense, with lightning striking all around him and howling winds raging to the level of a F-5 tornado swirl around.

 *That second one is horrifying.*

 *Yeah, she is quite the character*

 *I wanna interact now, but I feel like I'm too distracted to RP with good time.*

 *Its all good, I’m sort of popping on and off at the moment myself so I get it*

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 "Hmm. I've fought many supposedly invincible beasts, but never a dimension-hopping madman. I don't think any beast I've tamed could survive that."

 “Oh yeah, he could also bring over parallel versions of others into our world, where you would slowly be attracted to each other, be it walking, driving or whatever. Once you got too close to each other, you would collide and cease to exist, completely obliterated.”

 "Well, I'm glad he's not around anymore then."

 “So are we.” He rubs his head through his horse’s mane

 *Unrelated note, I hope they paralyze his upper body too next time*

"You seem to be quite the combatant if you were able to tame an animal like that. To face a foe is difficult, but to teach an ally to be able to face a foe like that sounds nigh-impossible."

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(Not in much of a mood to carry out a long rp interaction, but then again I haven't posted here in a while.)

A large, green, gooey looking elk about the size of a small house bounds into the Dome, stopping to look around for a moment before continuing to hop around.

Ragnaris is napping about three miles underground, inside of a gargantuan lava-filled cavern he made himself.

Galigorelk is practicing with his glaive, slashing at a large straw dummy he appears to have built with materials from his pack.

 The elk sees a man and his horse, drinking tea and eating oats

 It tilts its head in curiosity, then bounds over to them, each step making a large squish sound. As it approaches, the man can see that atop its head rests a large metal object made of gold that seems to be a crown.

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 "Hmm. I've fought many supposedly invincible beasts, but never a dimension-hopping madman. I don't think any beast I've tamed could survive that."

 “Oh yeah, he could also bring over parallel versions of others into our world, where you would slowly be attracted to each other, be it walking, driving or whatever. Once you got too close to each other, you would collide and cease to exist, completely obliterated.”

 "Well, I'm glad he's not around anymore then."

 “So are we.” He rubs his head through his horse’s mane

 *Unrelated note, I hope they paralyze his upper body too next time*

"You seem to be quite the combatant if you were able to tame an animal like that. To face a foe is difficult, but to teach an ally to be able to face a foe like that sounds nigh-impossible."

 *Johnny is technically dead as of now in jojo, as he died around ten years after the Steel Ball Run. Also, that’s impossible now, due to the infinite rotation. Also, this guy is thinking incredibly highly of Slow Dancer, as she never directly faced Funny Valentine. Though she did allow Johnny to unlock the power that lead to his defeat*

”Back when I first met her, she tossed me off, dragged me through the mud and got my leg impaled. It was hard, but after some time, effort and a lot of near death experiences, we’re tighter than ever.”

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(Not in much of a mood to carry out a long rp interaction, but then again I haven't posted here in a while.)

A large, green, gooey looking elk about the size of a small house bounds into the Dome, stopping to look around for a moment before continuing to hop around.

Ragnaris is napping about three miles underground, inside of a gargantuan lava-filled cavern he made himself.

Galigorelk is practicing with his glaive, slashing at a large straw dummy he appears to have built with materials from his pack.

 The elk sees a man and his horse, drinking tea and eating oats

 It tilts its head in curiosity, then bounds over to them, each step making a large squish sound. As it approaches, the man can see that atop its head rests a large metal object made of gold that seems to be a crown.

 “Huh. They gave a deer a crown. Weird.”

(Lore dump! The reason Ragnaris always summons platters of cookies for Rag and Ettelia is because they're his favorite treat. One day a few thousand years ago (when he was in his 50s) he was disguised as a human walking through a small village, and he saw a young girl who was begging for money on the road. He thought to himself, "Why not?", and conjured up few gold pieces for her. She looked at him with wide eyes, thanked him, then ran off. Later, she returned holding a cookie, which she offered to him as thanks. Hesitant at first, he took a bite out of it. He found it delicious, so he quickly devoured the rest of it, then asked the girl where she got it from. She led him to the town's bakery, and upon arrival, Ragnaris requested the baker's entire stock of cookies. Quite a few platinum pieces later, he had obtained most likely the entire town's worth of cookies. He gave a few to the girl, then went on his way, eating almost all of them within a day. The resulting sugar rush and stomach ache led to the destruction of several cities and swaths of countryside, but to this day cookies still remain Ragnaris' favorite snack.)

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(Not in much of a mood to carry out a long rp interaction, but then again I haven't posted here in a while.)

A large, green, gooey looking elk about the size of a small house bounds into the Dome, stopping to look around for a moment before continuing to hop around.

Ragnaris is napping about three miles underground, inside of a gargantuan lava-filled cavern he made himself.

Galigorelk is practicing with his glaive, slashing at a large straw dummy he appears to have built with materials from his pack.

 The elk sees a man and his horse, drinking tea and eating oats

 It tilts its head in curiosity, then bounds over to them, each step making a large squish sound. As it approaches, the man can see that atop its head rests a large metal object made of gold that seems to be a crown.

 “Huh. They gave a deer a crown. Weird.”

 The elk reaches the man, transforming into a humongous cube of green goo, perfectly flat on all sides. Although it has no mouth, it says, "I am no mere deer. I am the Cube Lord, ruler of the Square Society, and high priest of the gods of Quadrilateralism. Whom may you be?"

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 *Unrelated note, I hope they paralyze his upper body too next time*

"You seem to be quite the combatant if you were able to tame an animal like that. To face a foe is difficult, but to teach an ally to be able to face a foe like that sounds nigh-impossible."

 *Johnny is technically dead as of now in jojo, as he died around ten years after the Steel Ball Run. Also, that’s impossible now, due to the infinite rotation. Also, this guy is thinking incredibly highly of Slow Dancer, as she never directly faced Funny Valentine. Though she did allow Johnny to unlock the power that lead to his defeat*

”Back when I first met her, she tossed me off, dragged me through the mud and got my leg impaled. It was hard, but after some time, effort and a lot of near death experiences, we’re tighter than ever.”

 *This guy comes from a world where all power is drawn from either adaptation or alien biology magic. He very much believes that "monsters" can be as powerful as the strongest of trained combatants, since if that weren't true he'd be out of a job.*

"Incredible. I would say she must be a Gourmet Beast, if such things existed in this world. Against such a powerful combatant as yourself... this reminds me of the legendary Battle Wolf... Battle Horse, perhaps? Its small size could denote much speed, and it could have extreme muscle density to allow it to throw you around such..." He looks closer at the horse, but the instant it moves even slightly he moves back, afraid to anger it.

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(Not in much of a mood to carry out a long rp interaction, but then again I haven't posted here in a while.)

A large, green, gooey looking elk about the size of a small house bounds into the Dome, stopping to look around for a moment before continuing to hop around.

Ragnaris is napping about three miles underground, inside of a gargantuan lava-filled cavern he made himself.

Galigorelk is practicing with his glaive, slashing at a large straw dummy he appears to have built with materials from his pack.

 The elk sees a man and his horse, drinking tea and eating oats

 It tilts its head in curiosity, then bounds over to them, each step making a large squish sound. As it approaches, the man can see that atop its head rests a large metal object made of gold that seems to be a crown.

 “Huh. They gave a deer a crown. Weird.”

 The elk reaches the man, transforming into a humongous cube of green goo, perfectly flat on all sides. Although it has no mouth, it says, "I am no mere deer. I am the Cube Lord, ruler of the Square Society, and high priest of the gods of Quadrilateralism. Whom may you be?"

 “Johnny Joestar. Also called Joe-kid, or Jojo.” He points to his horse “This is Slow Dancer.” He looks at the cube “You don’t happen to have side lengths equal to a 16:9 ratio do you? Who am I kidding, that’s impossible compared your a square.”

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 *Unrelated note, I hope they paralyze his upper body too next time*

"You seem to be quite the combatant if you were able to tame an animal like that. To face a foe is difficult, but to teach an ally to be able to face a foe like that sounds nigh-impossible."

 *Johnny is technically dead as of now in jojo, as he died around ten years after the Steel Ball Run. Also, that’s impossible now, due to the infinite rotation. Also, this guy is thinking incredibly highly of Slow Dancer, as she never directly faced Funny Valentine. Though she did allow Johnny to unlock the power that lead to his defeat*

”Back when I first met her, she tossed me off, dragged me through the mud and got my leg impaled. It was hard, but after some time, effort and a lot of near death experiences, we’re tighter than ever.”

 *This guy comes from a world where all power is drawn from either adaptation or alien biology magic. He very much believes that "monsters" can be as powerful as the strongest of trained combatants, since if that weren't true he'd be out of a job.*

"Incredible. I would say she must be a Gourmet Beast, if such things existed in this world. Against such a powerful combatant as yourself... this reminds me of the legendary Battle Wolf... Battle Horse, perhaps? Its small size could denote much speed, and it could have extreme muscle density to allow it to throw you around such..." He looks closer at the horse, but the instant it moves even slightly he moves back, afraid to anger it.

 She nickers “Her name is Slow Dancer, and she’s an Appaloosa. Not a Battle Horse or whatever, and you can’t eat her. Though her stamina is what’s most impressive.”

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 *This guy comes from a world where all power is drawn from either adaptation or alien biology magic. He very much believes that "monsters" can be as powerful as the strongest of trained combatants, since if that weren't true he'd be out of a job.*

"Incredible. I would say she must be a Gourmet Beast, if such things existed in this world. Against such a powerful combatant as yourself... this reminds me of the legendary Battle Wolf... Battle Horse, perhaps? Its small size could denote much speed, and it could have extreme muscle density to allow it to throw you around such..." He looks closer at the horse, but the instant it moves even slightly he moves back, afraid to anger it.

 She nickers “Her name is Slow Dancer, and she’s an Appaloosa. Not a Battle Horse or whatever, and you can’t eat her. Though her stamina is what’s most impressive.”

 "Anything can be eaten. Well, other than Nitro like me. Our flesh is too tough to be cooked. Regardless, it's mostly a question of whether it should be eaten. I would never attempt to eat such a glorious... Apple-oosa."

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(Not in much of a mood to carry out a long rp interaction, but then again I haven't posted here in a while.)

A large, green, gooey looking elk about the size of a small house bounds into the Dome, stopping to look around for a moment before continuing to hop around.

Ragnaris is napping about three miles underground, inside of a gargantuan lava-filled cavern he made himself.

Galigorelk is practicing with his glaive, slashing at a large straw dummy he appears to have built with materials from his pack.

 The elk sees a man and his horse, drinking tea and eating oats

 It tilts its head in curiosity, then bounds over to them, each step making a large squish sound. As it approaches, the man can see that atop its head rests a large metal object made of gold that seems to be a crown.

 “Huh. They gave a deer a crown. Weird.”

 The elk reaches the man, transforming into a humongous cube of green goo, perfectly flat on all sides. Although it has no mouth, it says, "I am no mere deer. I am the Cube Lord, ruler of the Square Society, and high priest of the gods of Quadrilateralism. Whom may you be?"

 “Johnny Joestar. Also called Joe-kid, or Jojo.” He points to his horse “This is Slow Dancer.” He looks at the cube “You don’t happen to have side lengths equal to a 16:9 ratio do you? Who am I kidding, that’s impossible compared your a square.”

 "I unfortunately have been too busy running my faction to have measured my sides' exact length, but I have found my volume is equal to somewhere within 19683 feet and 32768 feet."

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 *This guy comes from a world where all power is drawn from either adaptation or alien biology magic. He very much believes that "monsters" can be as powerful as the strongest of trained combatants, since if that weren't true he'd be out of a job.*

"Incredible. I would say she must be a Gourmet Beast, if such things existed in this world. Against such a powerful combatant as yourself... this reminds me of the legendary Battle Wolf... Battle Horse, perhaps? Its small size could denote much speed, and it could have extreme muscle density to allow it to throw you around such..." He looks closer at the horse, but the instant it moves even slightly he moves back, afraid to anger it.

 She nickers “Her name is Slow Dancer, and she’s an Appaloosa. Not a Battle Horse or whatever, and you can’t eat her. Though her stamina is what’s most impressive.”

 "Anything can be eaten. Well, other than Nitro like me. Our flesh is too tough to be cooked. Regardless, it's mostly a question of whether it should be eaten. I would never attempt to eat such a glorious... Apple-oosa."

 “Horse meat is notoriously difficult to cook, and it normally isn’t worth all the work for it. At least that’s what some say. Now, who are you? You haven’t introduce yourself.”

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 "Anything can be eaten. Well, other than Nitro like me. Our flesh is too tough to be cooked. Regardless, it's mostly a question of whether it should be eaten. I would never attempt to eat such a glorious... Apple-oosa."

 “Horse meat is notoriously difficult to cook, and it normally isn’t worth all the work for it. At least that’s what some say. Now, who are you? You haven’t introduce yourself.”

 "Hieronymous. I'm a Gourmet Hunter looking to Combo with someone who can prepare my full-course menu. I don't expect that to mean much to you, so don't worry too much about it. Right now I'm just killing things with the intent to taste them. Not much here is worth eating."

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(Not in much of a mood to carry out a long rp interaction, but then again I haven't posted here in a while.)

A large, green, gooey looking elk about the size of a small house bounds into the Dome, stopping to look around for a moment before continuing to hop around.

Ragnaris is napping about three miles underground, inside of a gargantuan lava-filled cavern he made himself.

Galigorelk is practicing with his glaive, slashing at a large straw dummy he appears to have built with materials from his pack.

 The elk sees a man and his horse, drinking tea and eating oats

 It tilts its head in curiosity, then bounds over to them, each step making a large squish sound. As it approaches, the man can see that atop its head rests a large metal object made of gold that seems to be a crown.

 “Huh. They gave a deer a crown. Weird.”

 The elk reaches the man, transforming into a humongous cube of green goo, perfectly flat on all sides. Although it has no mouth, it says, "I am no mere deer. I am the Cube Lord, ruler of the Square Society, and high priest of the gods of Quadrilateralism. Whom may you be?"

 “Johnny Joestar. Also called Joe-kid, or Jojo.” He points to his horse “This is Slow Dancer.” He looks at the cube “You don’t happen to have side lengths equal to a 16:9 ratio do you? Who am I kidding, that’s impossible compared your a square.”

 "I unfortunately have been too busy running my faction to have measured my sides' exact length, but I have found my volume is equal to somewhere within 19683 feet and 32768 feet."

 “Quite the shame. You could have been the world’s best shape. But you’re just a generic cube. Welp, I guess all of nature can’t be like that, or things would look really weird.”