the dome: a battleground for the gods!

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Rag is in his room while the court is being destroyed. He going his best to ignore literally everything around him, no matter what we do.

Jason is sunbathing in a lounging chair, just sitting around.

 Devils, and a few humans, are screaming, running, evacuating the place, and saving important documents. Some of them try and get Rag to follow.

Lonely walks up to them.

”Hi Jason!… how are ya doing?”

 Rag gets up and begins picking up anyone who is injured and running for the exit.

He turns, he is wearing very fancy sunglasses "Just sunbathing, someone came after you by the way."

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 There are a few injured bearded devils and imps, as well as that Elven attorney from earlier, screaming for help.

they look a bit confused. “What? What do you mean someone came after me?”

*will do!*

 He shoulders as many as he can, shouting about how everything will be fine for them. Athletics:46 Persuasion:27

"Bounty hunter or something, they will probably be back."

 He manages to do all of that without fail, and there’s a portal opened (by the Jailor) leading into Nessus.

”oh… uhm… did they say why?”

 He shoots out his wings and flies to somewhere safe. He nods to the Jailor as he passes by, sending him a little bit of respect.

"Money, like any other bounty hunter. Want these sunglasses?"

 A tide of hundreds of more fiends quickly follow, this portal lower to the ground and near the trench so the devils that can’t fly don’t fall to their deaths.

”oh, uh, sure..” they take them.

”that’s a bit… concerning. The bounty hunter… I’ve never had a bounty on my head before…”

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The dome is quiet, the only noise that can be heard being the wind, the shine of the moonlight filling the dome with a strange yet beautiful light. Suddenly a man in a traditional gi is standing in front of the door to the dome, his clothes whipping in the wind, a dark blade in a sheath at his side and a bow on their back, his face concealed by an Oni mask. He walks into the dome, dust swirling around him, whoever he is he radiates respect, kindness, and unwavering strength, although he looks only as strong as the average person. They appear to be a very skinny for the average orc, although appearances can be deceiving.

 Corvin is nearby, watching them from the corner of their eye while tinkering with their watch.

 The figure walks across the dome, keeping a single hand on the blade at their side, the closer he gets the more details on the mask are revealed. The horns and teeth are pitch black and leaking some sort of death energy, the mask completely covering their face. The head suddenly turns to Corvin, a strange gravelly voice comes from behind the mask "Are you concerned? Worried about what I am?"

 He Leans back a bit uncomfortable.

”no… more about the sword. Don’t like people near me with swords. But also slightly yes, with the weird horns and teeth…”

 "No not worry about that. You do not seem to be hostile, so I will not use it against you. You can see the blade if you wish." He unsheathes the blade and immediately drops dead.

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The dome is quiet, the only noise that can be heard being the wind, the shine of the moonlight filling the dome with a strange yet beautiful light. Suddenly a man in a traditional gi is standing in front of the door to the dome, his clothes whipping in the wind, a dark blade in a sheath at his side and a bow on their back, his face concealed by an Oni mask. He walks into the dome, dust swirling around him, whoever he is he radiates respect, kindness, and unwavering strength, although he looks only as strong as the average person. They appear to be a very skinny for the average orc, although appearances can be deceiving.

 Corvin is nearby, watching them from the corner of their eye while tinkering with their watch.

 The figure walks across the dome, keeping a single hand on the blade at their side, the closer he gets the more details on the mask are revealed. The horns and teeth are pitch black and leaking some sort of death energy, the mask completely covering their face. The head suddenly turns to Corvin, a strange gravelly voice comes from behind the mask "Are you concerned? Worried about what I am?"

 He Leans back a bit uncomfortable.

”no… more about the sword. Don’t like people near me with swords. But also slightly yes, with the weird horns and teeth…”

 "No not worry about that. You do not seem to be hostile, so I will not use it against you. You can see the blade if you wish." He unsheathes the blade and immediately drops dead.

 “nope nope nope nu-uh not touching that-“ he backs away a few feet.

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Rag is in his room while the court is being destroyed. He going his best to ignore literally everything around him, no matter what we do.

Jason is sunbathing in a lounging chair, just sitting around.

 Devils, and a few humans, are screaming, running, evacuating the place, and saving important documents. Some of them try and get Rag to follow.

Lonely walks up to them.

”Hi Jason!… how are ya doing?”

 Rag gets up and begins picking up anyone who is injured and running for the exit.

He turns, he is wearing very fancy sunglasses "Just sunbathing, someone came after you by the way."

*Also please interact with the character I introed.*

 There are a few injured bearded devils and imps, as well as that Elven attorney from earlier, screaming for help.

they look a bit confused. “What? What do you mean someone came after me?”

*will do!*

 He shoulders as many as he can, shouting about how everything will be fine for them. Athletics:46 Persuasion:27

"Bounty hunter or something, they will probably be back."

 He manages to do all of that without fail, and there’s a portal opened (by the Jailor) leading into Nessus.

”oh… uhm… did they say why?”

 He shoots out his wings and flies to somewhere safe. He nods to the Jailor as he passes by, sending him a little bit of respect.

"Money, like any other bounty hunter. Want these sunglasses?"

 A tide of hundreds of more fiends quickly follow, this portal lower to the ground and near the trench so the devils that can’t fly don’t fall to their deaths.

”oh, uh, sure..” they take them.

”that’s a bit… concerning. The bounty hunter… I’ve never had a bounty on my head before…”

 "EVERYONE REMAIN CALM. IF THERE IS AN ISSUE I WILL HANDLE IT PERSONALLY." He runs back through the portal, looking for more people in need of help.

"Well if they come back they will have to deal with me, Collin, Gordon, and Shade. So you should be fine."

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The dome is quiet, the only noise that can be heard being the wind, the shine of the moonlight filling the dome with a strange yet beautiful light. Suddenly a man in a traditional gi is standing in front of the door to the dome, his clothes whipping in the wind, a dark blade in a sheath at his side and a bow on their back, his face concealed by an Oni mask. He walks into the dome, dust swirling around him, whoever he is he radiates respect, kindness, and unwavering strength, although he looks only as strong as the average person. They appear to be a very skinny for the average orc, although appearances can be deceiving.

 Corvin is nearby, watching them from the corner of their eye while tinkering with their watch.

 The figure walks across the dome, keeping a single hand on the blade at their side, the closer he gets the more details on the mask are revealed. The horns and teeth are pitch black and leaking some sort of death energy, the mask completely covering their face. The head suddenly turns to Corvin, a strange gravelly voice comes from behind the mask "Are you concerned? Worried about what I am?"

 He Leans back a bit uncomfortable.

”no… more about the sword. Don’t like people near me with swords. But also slightly yes, with the weird horns and teeth…”

 "No not worry about that. You do not seem to be hostile, so I will not use it against you. You can see the blade if you wish." He unsheathes the blade and immediately drops dead.

 “nope nope nope nu-uh not touching that-“ he backs away a few feet.

 He then gets back up and kicks up the blade, it leaks immense death energy "I apologize for that."

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Rag is in his room while the court is being destroyed. He going his best to ignore literally everything around him, no matter what we do.

Jason is sunbathing in a lounging chair, just sitting around.

 Devils, and a few humans, are screaming, running, evacuating the place, and saving important documents. Some of them try and get Rag to follow.

Lonely walks up to them.

”Hi Jason!… how are ya doing?”

 Rag gets up and begins picking up anyone who is injured and running for the exit.

He turns, he is wearing very fancy sunglasses "Just sunbathing, someone came after you by the way."

*Also please interact with the character I introed.*

 There are a few injured bearded devils and imps, as well as that Elven attorney from earlier, screaming for help.

they look a bit confused. “What? What do you mean someone came after me?”

*will do!*

 He shoulders as many as he can, shouting about how everything will be fine for them. Athletics:46 Persuasion:27

"Bounty hunter or something, they will probably be back."

 He manages to do all of that without fail, and there’s a portal opened (by the Jailor) leading into Nessus.

”oh… uhm… did they say why?”

 He shoots out his wings and flies to somewhere safe. He nods to the Jailor as he passes by, sending him a little bit of respect.

"Money, like any other bounty hunter. Want these sunglasses?"

 A tide of hundreds of more fiends quickly follow, this portal lower to the ground and near the trench so the devils that can’t fly don’t fall to their deaths.

”oh, uh, sure..” they take them.

”that’s a bit… concerning. The bounty hunter… I’ve never had a bounty on my head before…”

 "EVERYONE REMAIN CALM. IF THERE IS AN ISSUE I WILL HANDLE IT PERSONALLY." He runs back through the portal, looking for more people in need of help.

"Well if they come back they will have to deal with me, Collin, Gordon, and Shade. So you should be fine."

 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?…”

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The dome is quiet, the only noise that can be heard being the wind, the shine of the moonlight filling the dome with a strange yet beautiful light. Suddenly a man in a traditional gi is standing in front of the door to the dome, his clothes whipping in the wind, a dark blade in a sheath at his side and a bow on their back, his face concealed by an Oni mask. He walks into the dome, dust swirling around him, whoever he is he radiates respect, kindness, and unwavering strength, although he looks only as strong as the average person. They appear to be a very skinny for the average orc, although appearances can be deceiving.

 Corvin is nearby, watching them from the corner of their eye while tinkering with their watch.

 The figure walks across the dome, keeping a single hand on the blade at their side, the closer he gets the more details on the mask are revealed. The horns and teeth are pitch black and leaking some sort of death energy, the mask completely covering their face. The head suddenly turns to Corvin, a strange gravelly voice comes from behind the mask "Are you concerned? Worried about what I am?"

 He Leans back a bit uncomfortable.

”no… more about the sword. Don’t like people near me with swords. But also slightly yes, with the weird horns and teeth…”

 "No not worry about that. You do not seem to be hostile, so I will not use it against you. You can see the blade if you wish." He unsheathes the blade and immediately drops dead.

 “nope nope nope nu-uh not touching that-“ he backs away a few feet.

 He then gets back up and kicks up the blade, it leaks immense death energy "I apologize for that."

 “Explain, please?!? You just died in front of me and then got back up. Necromancy? Time magic?”

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 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."

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The dome is quiet, the only noise that can be heard being the wind, the shine of the moonlight filling the dome with a strange yet beautiful light. Suddenly a man in a traditional gi is standing in front of the door to the dome, his clothes whipping in the wind, a dark blade in a sheath at his side and a bow on their back, his face concealed by an Oni mask. He walks into the dome, dust swirling around him, whoever he is he radiates respect, kindness, and unwavering strength, although he looks only as strong as the average person. They appear to be a very skinny for the average orc, although appearances can be deceiving.

 Corvin is nearby, watching them from the corner of their eye while tinkering with their watch.

 The figure walks across the dome, keeping a single hand on the blade at their side, the closer he gets the more details on the mask are revealed. The horns and teeth are pitch black and leaking some sort of death energy, the mask completely covering their face. The head suddenly turns to Corvin, a strange gravelly voice comes from behind the mask "Are you concerned? Worried about what I am?"

 He Leans back a bit uncomfortable.

”no… more about the sword. Don’t like people near me with swords. But also slightly yes, with the weird horns and teeth…”

 "No not worry about that. You do not seem to be hostile, so I will not use it against you. You can see the blade if you wish." He unsheathes the blade and immediately drops dead.

 “nope nope nope nu-uh not touching that-“ he backs away a few feet.

 He then gets back up and kicks up the blade, it leaks immense death energy "I apologize for that."

 “Explain, please?!? You just died in front of me and then got back up. Necromancy? Time magic?”

 "Oh of course." He bows respectfully to Corvin, muttering something in Japanese in respect "I am Immortal. Bless by the immortal blood of the Celestial Prince."

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 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…”

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 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?"

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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 

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The dome is quiet, the only noise that can be heard being the wind, the shine of the moonlight filling the dome with a strange yet beautiful light. Suddenly a man in a traditional gi is standing in front of the door to the dome, his clothes whipping in the wind, a dark blade in a sheath at his side and a bow on their back, his face concealed by an Oni mask. He walks into the dome, dust swirling around him, whoever he is he radiates respect, kindness, and unwavering strength, although he looks only as strong as the average person. They appear to be a very skinny for the average orc, although appearances can be deceiving.

 Corvin is nearby, watching them from the corner of their eye while tinkering with their watch.

 The figure walks across the dome, keeping a single hand on the blade at their side, the closer he gets the more details on the mask are revealed. The horns and teeth are pitch black and leaking some sort of death energy, the mask completely covering their face. The head suddenly turns to Corvin, a strange gravelly voice comes from behind the mask "Are you concerned? Worried about what I am?"

 He Leans back a bit uncomfortable.

”no… more about the sword. Don’t like people near me with swords. But also slightly yes, with the weird horns and teeth…”

 "No not worry about that. You do not seem to be hostile, so I will not use it against you. You can see the blade if you wish." He unsheathes the blade and immediately drops dead.

 “nope nope nope nu-uh not touching that-“ he backs away a few feet.

 He then gets back up and kicks up the blade, it leaks immense death energy "I apologize for that."

 “Explain, please?!? You just died in front of me and then got back up. Necromancy? Time magic?”

 "Oh of course." He bows respectfully to Corvin, muttering something in Japanese in respect "I am Immortal. Bless by the immortal blood of the Celestial Prince."

 “So you were born immortal? How interesting…”

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 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.

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The dome is quiet, the only noise that can be heard being the wind, the shine of the moonlight filling the dome with a strange yet beautiful light. Suddenly a man in a traditional gi is standing in front of the door to the dome, his clothes whipping in the wind, a dark blade in a sheath at his side and a bow on their back, his face concealed by an Oni mask. He walks into the dome, dust swirling around him, whoever he is he radiates respect, kindness, and unwavering strength, although he looks only as strong as the average person. They appear to be a very skinny for the average orc, although appearances can be deceiving.

 Corvin is nearby, watching them from the corner of their eye while tinkering with their watch.

 The figure walks across the dome, keeping a single hand on the blade at their side, the closer he gets the more details on the mask are revealed. The horns and teeth are pitch black and leaking some sort of death energy, the mask completely covering their face. The head suddenly turns to Corvin, a strange gravelly voice comes from behind the mask "Are you concerned? Worried about what I am?"

 He Leans back a bit uncomfortable.

”no… more about the sword. Don’t like people near me with swords. But also slightly yes, with the weird horns and teeth…”

 "No not worry about that. You do not seem to be hostile, so I will not use it against you. You can see the blade if you wish." He unsheathes the blade and immediately drops dead.

 “nope nope nope nu-uh not touching that-“ he backs away a few feet.

 He then gets back up and kicks up the blade, it leaks immense death energy "I apologize for that."

 “Explain, please?!? You just died in front of me and then got back up. Necromancy? Time magic?”

 "Oh of course." He bows respectfully to Corvin, muttering something in Japanese in respect "I am Immortal. Bless by the immortal blood of the Celestial Prince."

 “So you were born immortal? How interesting…”

 "Not born immortal, no. As I said, I was granted the blood of the Celestial prince, I was tasked with protecting the prince."

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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.

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The dome is quiet, the only noise that can be heard being the wind, the shine of the moonlight filling the dome with a strange yet beautiful light. Suddenly a man in a traditional gi is standing in front of the door to the dome, his clothes whipping in the wind, a dark blade in a sheath at his side and a bow on their back, his face concealed by an Oni mask. He walks into the dome, dust swirling around him, whoever he is he radiates respect, kindness, and unwavering strength, although he looks only as strong as the average person. They appear to be a very skinny for the average orc, although appearances can be deceiving.

 Corvin is nearby, watching them from the corner of their eye while tinkering with their watch.

 The figure walks across the dome, keeping a single hand on the blade at their side, the closer he gets the more details on the mask are revealed. The horns and teeth are pitch black and leaking some sort of death energy, the mask completely covering their face. The head suddenly turns to Corvin, a strange gravelly voice comes from behind the mask "Are you concerned? Worried about what I am?"

 He Leans back a bit uncomfortable.

”no… more about the sword. Don’t like people near me with swords. But also slightly yes, with the weird horns and teeth…”

 "No not worry about that. You do not seem to be hostile, so I will not use it against you. You can see the blade if you wish." He unsheathes the blade and immediately drops dead.

 “nope nope nope nu-uh not touching that-“ he backs away a few feet.

 He then gets back up and kicks up the blade, it leaks immense death energy "I apologize for that."

 “Explain, please?!? You just died in front of me and then got back up. Necromancy? Time magic?”

 "Oh of course." He bows respectfully to Corvin, muttering something in Japanese in respect "I am Immortal. Bless by the immortal blood of the Celestial Prince."

 “So you were born immortal? How interesting…”

 "Not born immortal, no. As I said, I was granted the blood of the Celestial prince, I was tasked with protecting the prince."

 ”mmm. How far does this immortality go? Like, immunity to aging or dying as a whole?”

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 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.

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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.”

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The dome is quiet, the only noise that can be heard being the wind, the shine of the moonlight filling the dome with a strange yet beautiful light. Suddenly a man in a traditional gi is standing in front of the door to the dome, his clothes whipping in the wind, a dark blade in a sheath at his side and a bow on their back, his face concealed by an Oni mask. He walks into the dome, dust swirling around him, whoever he is he radiates respect, kindness, and unwavering strength, although he looks only as strong as the average person. They appear to be a very skinny for the average orc, although appearances can be deceiving.

 Corvin is nearby, watching them from the corner of their eye while tinkering with their watch.

 The figure walks across the dome, keeping a single hand on the blade at their side, the closer he gets the more details on the mask are revealed. The horns and teeth are pitch black and leaking some sort of death energy, the mask completely covering their face. The head suddenly turns to Corvin, a strange gravelly voice comes from behind the mask "Are you concerned? Worried about what I am?"

 He Leans back a bit uncomfortable.

”no… more about the sword. Don’t like people near me with swords. But also slightly yes, with the weird horns and teeth…”

 "No not worry about that. You do not seem to be hostile, so I will not use it against you. You can see the blade if you wish." He unsheathes the blade and immediately drops dead.

 “nope nope nope nu-uh not touching that-“ he backs away a few feet.

 He then gets back up and kicks up the blade, it leaks immense death energy "I apologize for that."

 “Explain, please?!? You just died in front of me and then got back up. Necromancy? Time magic?”

 "Oh of course." He bows respectfully to Corvin, muttering something in Japanese in respect "I am Immortal. Bless by the immortal blood of the Celestial Prince."

 “So you were born immortal? How interesting…”

 "Not born immortal, no. As I said, I was granted the blood of the Celestial prince, I was tasked with protecting the prince."

 ”mmm. How far does this immortality go? Like, immunity to aging or dying as a whole?”

 "The only thing that can truly kill an immortal like myself is The Mortal Blade, which I am holding right now."