*I'd rather start a new interaction if that's okay. I'm reworking Gideon, a character I introduced briefly but gave up on. He was a boar man with a stove on his back. Now he's going to be a giant gnoll candyman with the flair of a supervillain and the HP of a character twice his level (which is three, by the way)*
*Okay, I would be down for that, do you want my new ice ghost guy, or Walter once more? I love the lore you add to my characters, so either one is good with me.*
*I don't know, actually. I'd rather RP somewhere else right now, like Lord's Rest or something. It's been getting harder for me to RP consistently, and it's easier when I have the crutch of characters that people already like.*
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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.
scurvy dave's ship pulls up and stops in front of a waterfront bar. open, but empty at this hour, on this day.
"lets go!"
the ghostly pirates use ropes to climb off the ship, and phase through the front wall of the bar.
scurvy Dave rests a hand on his spectral cutlass.
"yer drinks, or yer life!"
various sheet ghost crewmates draw various weapons.
A large crossbow bolt (silvered, of course) flies less than an inch over the head of Scurvy Dave. The barkeep, an extremely muscular human, menacingly looks at them holding a heavy crossbow almost as big as he is. "Get. Out. Of. My. Bar. It's closed."
"I've got a thirsty crew here that says different." he inspects the crossbow bolt. "silver hunh?" he admiers his prosthetic hand, gleaming in the light "fraid ye'll have to do better than that!" he cackles. "however, we can pay."
"Pay tomorrow. Happy hour just ended. Now it's 'the bartender's going to call his friend, the bouncer' hour. We open at 1700."
"is this bouncer prepared to deal with us? an exorcist perhaps? silver doesn't bother me." he grins his wide, skeltal smile.
"however, if you insist on running off paying, respectable, customers, we can take our buissness elsewere. you aren't the only bar in town you know."
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
scurvy dave's ship pulls up and stops in front of a waterfront bar. open, but empty at this hour, on this day.
"lets go!"
the ghostly pirates use ropes to climb off the ship, and phase through the front wall of the bar.
scurvy Dave rests a hand on his spectral cutlass.
"yer drinks, or yer life!"
various sheet ghost crewmates draw various weapons.
A large crossbow bolt (silvered, of course) flies less than an inch over the head of Scurvy Dave. The barkeep, an extremely muscular human, menacingly looks at them holding a heavy crossbow almost as big as he is. "Get. Out. Of. My. Bar. It's closed."
"I've got a thirsty crew here that says different." he inspects the crossbow bolt. "silver hunh?" he admiers his prosthetic hand, gleaming in the light "fraid ye'll have to do better than that!" he cackles. "however, we can pay."
"Pay tomorrow. Happy hour just ended. Now it's 'the bartender's going to call his friend, the bouncer' hour. We open at 1700."
"is this bouncer prepared to deal with us? an exorcist perhaps? silver doesn't bother me." he grins his wide, skeltal smile.
"however, if you insist on running off paying, respectable, customers, we can take our buissness elsewere. you aren't the only bar in town you know."
The barkeep chuckles again. "You aren't respectable, nor are the other bars in town good. Get out and come back tomorrow before I call Dwayne."
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
*I'd rather start a new interaction if that's okay. I'm reworking Gideon, a character I introduced briefly but gave up on. He was a boar man with a stove on his back. Now he's going to be a giant gnoll candyman with the flair of a supervillain and the HP of a character twice his level (which is three, by the way)*
*Okay, I would be down for that, do you want my new ice ghost guy, or Walter once more? I love the lore you add to my characters, so either one is good with me.*
*I don't know, actually. I'd rather RP somewhere else right now, like Lord's Rest or something. It's been getting harder for me to RP consistently, and it's easier when I have the crutch of characters that people already like.*
*I completely understand and accept that. I see things are becoming more difficult for you, maybe the best thing is to step back for a little bit, not fully leave, just kinda watch for a while, ya know?*
scurvy dave's ship pulls up and stops in front of a waterfront bar. open, but empty at this hour, on this day.
"lets go!"
the ghostly pirates use ropes to climb off the ship, and phase through the front wall of the bar.
scurvy Dave rests a hand on his spectral cutlass.
"yer drinks, or yer life!"
various sheet ghost crewmates draw various weapons.
A large crossbow bolt (silvered, of course) flies less than an inch over the head of Scurvy Dave. The barkeep, an extremely muscular human, menacingly looks at them holding a heavy crossbow almost as big as he is. "Get. Out. Of. My. Bar. It's closed."
"I've got a thirsty crew here that says different." he inspects the crossbow bolt. "silver hunh?" he admiers his prosthetic hand, gleaming in the light "fraid ye'll have to do better than that!" he cackles. "however, we can pay."
"Pay tomorrow. Happy hour just ended. Now it's 'the bartender's going to call his friend, the bouncer' hour. We open at 1700."
"is this bouncer prepared to deal with us? an exorcist perhaps? silver doesn't bother me." he grins his wide, skeltal smile.
"however, if you insist on running off paying, respectable, customers, we can take our buissness elsewere. you aren't the only bar in town you know."
The barkeep chuckles again. "You aren't respectable, nor are the other bars in town good. Get out and come back tomorrow before I call Dwayne."
"fine. but no one snubs scurvy dave and gets away with it!" and with that terrifying threat, he phases back through the front wall. his ghost crew follows. he phases back through, his pocketwatch open in his hand. "ye'll be having some company soon. not nearly as hospitable as us." he walks back through the wall and sets sail on his ship, a ghostly sea shanty on the air.
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
"Pay tomorrow. Happy hour just ended. Now it's 'the bartender's going to call his friend, the bouncer' hour. We open at 1700."
"is this bouncer prepared to deal with us? an exorcist perhaps? silver doesn't bother me." he grins his wide, skeltal smile.
"however, if you insist on running off paying, respectable, customers, we can take our buissness elsewere. you aren't the only bar in town you know."
The barkeep chuckles again. "You aren't respectable, nor are the other bars in town good. Get out and come back tomorrow before I call Dwayne."
"fine. but no one snubs scurvy dave and gets away with it!" and with that terrifying threat, he phases back through the front wall. his ghost crew follows. he phases back through, his pocketwatch open in his hand. "ye'll be having some company soon. not nearly as hospitable as us." he walks back through the wall and sets sail on his ship, a ghostly sea shanty on the air.
The barkeep takes out a sending stones and speaks into it. "Yo, Dwayne? I might need you soon. This bunch of rude pirates just came through the walls. Maybe bring some crocodiles. Make sure they can tick, though." He snickers at his own joke.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"Pay tomorrow. Happy hour just ended. Now it's 'the bartender's going to call his friend, the bouncer' hour. We open at 1700."
"is this bouncer prepared to deal with us? an exorcist perhaps? silver doesn't bother me." he grins his wide, skeltal smile.
"however, if you insist on running off paying, respectable, customers, we can take our buissness elsewere. you aren't the only bar in town you know."
The barkeep chuckles again. "You aren't respectable, nor are the other bars in town good. Get out and come back tomorrow before I call Dwayne."
"fine. but no one snubs scurvy dave and gets away with it!" and with that terrifying threat, he phases back through the front wall. his ghost crew follows. he phases back through, his pocketwatch open in his hand. "ye'll be having some company soon. not nearly as hospitable as us." he walks back through the wall and sets sail on his ship, a ghostly sea shanty on the air.
The barkeep takes out a sending stones and speaks into it. "Yo, Dwayne? I might need you soon. This bunch of rude pirates just came through the walls. Maybe bring some crocodiles. Make sure they can tick, though." He snickers at his own joke.
as soon as he puts down the stone, the front window is blocked out, plunging the bar into darkness. he hears a sound, like a whale but bigger, older. he heard this sound earlier tonight, far away. its close now. then he hears another noise. no, he doesn't hear it, he feels it. its not a sound, it's a voice. a voice that speaks with the crashing of the water, the grind of stone, the screaming of the wind, and the blazing of the fire. he gets the feeling that if whatever was saying that was speaking to him, he would have understood.
then he realizes the thing blocking his window is a monster, massive beyond all words. it spoke, it made the whale sound. he doesn't know what it is or wants, just that it is. always has been, always will be. and that he is beneath its notice.
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
[Idk about you guys, but to me this setting feels very post-post apocalyptic, if that makes sense, as if the world went through some terrible calamity to do with ghosts, and society collapsed, but now everything is in a place of relative peace, and the what remains is just about pulling itself together, just a bit different to how it was before, just with extra ghosts. Speaking of, there's something about the fact that ghosts are so openly present, and that the streets are so openly empty, that's probably the thing giving me those vibes, especially since the majority of remaining humans we've seen are exorcists (potentially trained because of the past Ghost V Human calamity?), or are just unfortunate survivors who managed to pull through and are now just trying to live life as normal as they can (with the most unfortunate of these survivors ending up as zombies under Shiver's control :P)
But anyway, I'm going to make a new character based on this idea that some insane, wacky catastrophe happened a long time ago, and see where it goes!]
[Idk about you guys, but to me this setting feels very post-post apocalyptic, if that makes sense, as if the world went through some terrible calamity to do with ghosts, and society collapsed, but now everything is in a place of relative peace, and the what remains is just about pulling itself together, just a bit different to how it was before, just with extra ghosts. Speaking of, there's something about the fact that ghosts are so openly present, and that the streets are so openly empty, that's probably the thing giving me those vibes, especially since the majority of remaining humans we've seen are exorcists (potentially trained because of the past Ghost V Human calamity?), or are just unfortunate survivors who managed to pull through and are now just trying to live life as normal as they can (with the most unfortunate of these survivors ending up as zombies under Shiver's control :P)
But anyway, I'm going to make a new character based on this idea that some insane, wacky catastrophe happened a long time ago, and see where it goes!]
*Oh yay, I can make Walter a war vet, and make him devestatingly infamous when it comes to exorcising. Anyway, that sounds awesome, and I'm down for it every day of the week.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
[Idk about you guys, but to me this setting feels very post-post apocalyptic, if that makes sense, as if the world went through some terrible calamity to do with ghosts, and society collapsed, but now everything is in a place of relative peace, and the what remains is just about pulling itself together, just a bit different to how it was before, just with extra ghosts. Speaking of, there's something about the fact that ghosts are so openly present, and that the streets are so openly empty, that's probably the thing giving me those vibes, especially since the majority of remaining humans we've seen are exorcists (potentially trained because of the past Ghost V Human calamity?), or are just unfortunate survivors who managed to pull through and are now just trying to live life as normal as they can (with the most unfortunate of these survivors ending up as zombies under Shiver's control :P)
But anyway, I'm going to make a new character based on this idea that some insane, wacky catastrophe happened a long time ago, and see where it goes!]
*Calamity?*
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
[Idk about you guys, but to me this setting feels very post-post apocalyptic, if that makes sense, as if the world went through some terrible calamity to do with ghosts, and society collapsed, but now everything is in a place of relative peace, and the what remains is just about pulling itself together, just a bit different to how it was before, just with extra ghosts. Speaking of, there's something about the fact that ghosts are so openly present, and that the streets are so openly empty, that's probably the thing giving me those vibes, especially since the majority of remaining humans we've seen are exorcists (potentially trained because of the past Ghost V Human calamity?), or are just unfortunate survivors who managed to pull through and are now just trying to live life as normal as they can (with the most unfortunate of these survivors ending up as zombies under Shiver's control :P)
But anyway, I'm going to make a new character based on this idea that some insane, wacky catastrophe happened a long time ago, and see where it goes!]
*Calamity?*
*Walking Calamity you say?*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Alablanca has found a place to call her own; an empty apartment high enough above the city that when sunset and sunrise shines on the waterfront, it hits her windows at just the right angle and floods her home with the same orange light that she bathes others in. She's currently making it as comfy as she can, by furnishing it with scavenged beanbags, hanging punching bags, all sorts of rugs and dreamcatchers, and a massive one of those cat trees which she hauled out of a pet shop down the road. Seeing as she doesn't need to sleep or eat, she's mainly just looking to make a cosy den to relax and train in.
Shiver has brought his ranks up to 13, the unlucky number, though it's been tricky to gather crew members. Although human souls are far easier to freeze into minions then the ones that manage to persist into ghosts, there seems to be very few people scattered amongst the city, and he has to spend most of his time skirting between alleys and hiding out in shop fronts to avoid any direct confrontation with other ghosts or exorcists. What's more, his gaggle of ghouls is certainly growing in size from all the unfortunate souls he has came across, which means it's harder to keep in check without a big huff of calming mist every so often. However, his powers are swelling to accommodate this. Shiver's long, white hair is beginning to peek out of his rime-covered cap, coming just past his pointed ears, and that's not the only thing that's pointed, as all his features, including his nose, chin, cheekbones and joints are now sufficiently stretched and chiselled by the cold he carries with him. Overall he's just trying to pick out people from the ruins to come aboard, and avoid any spirits or exorcists whilst he can.
On the outskirts of town, laid flat against the hills that have been weathered and worn away to reveal the landfill beneath, one of the EXOR Mechs that was used to fight the larger kaiju-level souls in the past is laying peacefully upon the mound of trash. The cockpit has been long been blow to bits by some destructive blast or another, and the pilot was certainly killed by such a blow, leaving the mech to fall back, but at least in all the years of it lying there the burnt fuselage has provided some refuge for nature amongst it's wreckage. The lights that run up the mechs torso and legs have glimmered softly pink ever since it was destroyed, providing some pretty, post-apocalyptic mood lighting to the skyline, even though the mech should have lost all energy years ago, but anybody around has bigger problems to worry about then some lights still on. However, suddenly, somehow, a huge cybernetic finger on the end of the bladed arm twitches, then stops moving again. Perhaps a bird just stole a wire for it's nest.
At the gym, in the local boxing ring, is a man with bright sharp red sunglasses, working on the punching bag with heavy blows. The man is shirtless, revealing a large tattoo of a shining black sun taking up his back. He's wearing baggy black sweatpants, and moving with spectacular speed, his muscles defined to the point of his strength and speed appearing inhuman. Each punch leaves a mark on the bag, like it is being burned. He has a wide, friendly smile on his face and headphones on, as he finishes his workout, having been doing that for a few hours. He begins to towel off, taking a bright red jacket over his shoulder and stepping outside, Kenji, known as Herald of the black sun, Exorcist.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Shiver has brought his ranks up to 13, the unlucky number, though it's been tricky to gather crew members. Although human souls are far easier to freeze into minions then the ones that manage to persist into ghosts, there seems to be very few people scattered amongst the city, and he has to spend most of his time skirting between alleys and hiding out in shop fronts to avoid any direct confrontation with other ghosts or exorcists. What's more, his gaggle of ghouls is certainly growing in size from all the unfortunate souls he has came across, which means it's harder to keep in check without a big huff of calming mist every so often. However, his powers are swelling to accommodate this. Shiver's long, white hair is beginning to peek out of his rime-covered cap, coming just past his pointed ears, and that's not the only thing that's pointed, as all his features, including his nose, chin, cheekbones and joints are now sufficiently stretched and chiselled by the cold he carries with him. Overall he's just trying to pick out people from the ruins to come aboard, and avoid any spirits or exorcists whilst he can.
Squelp is sneakily following Shiver and tripping or stealing one of his "passengers" every few minutes.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
scurvy dave has found a NEW bar, the open sign shining in the morning sun.
"were getting drinks at last boys!"
"maybe we should be diplo-"
"I have an excellent idea! we should try being diplomatic! Scrumm, Johnson, bring the chest!"
scurvy dave, his pirates, and an ornate (material) chest depart from the ship. scurvy dave uses his prothsetic hand to open the door, holding it so Scrumm and Johnson can bring the chest inside.
"a round of rum for me and me crew!"
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
At the gym, in the local boxing ring, is a man with bright sharp red sunglasses, working on the punching bag with heavy blows. The man is shirtless, revealing a large tattoo of a shining black sun taking up his back. He's wearing baggy black sweatpants, and moving with spectacular speed, his muscles defined to the point of his strength and speed appearing inhuman. Each punch leaves a mark on the bag, like it is being burned. He has a wide, friendly smile on his face and headphones on, as he finishes his workout, having been doing that for a few hours. He begins to towel off, taking a bright red jacket over his shoulder and stepping outside, Kenji, known as Herald of the black sun, Exorcist.
*Anybody?*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
[Idk about you guys, but to me this setting feels very post-post apocalyptic, if that makes sense, as if the world went through some terrible calamity to do with ghosts, and society collapsed, but now everything is in a place of relative peace, and the what remains is just about pulling itself together, just a bit different to how it was before, just with extra ghosts. Speaking of, there's something about the fact that ghosts are so openly present, and that the streets are so openly empty, that's probably the thing giving me those vibes, especially since the majority of remaining humans we've seen are exorcists (potentially trained because of the past Ghost V Human calamity?), or are just unfortunate survivors who managed to pull through and are now just trying to live life as normal as they can (with the most unfortunate of these survivors ending up as zombies under Shiver's control :P)
But anyway, I'm going to make a new character based on this idea that some insane, wacky catastrophe happened a long time ago, and see where it goes!]
this is pretty neat.
On the outskirts of town, laid flat against the hills that have been weathered and worn away to reveal the landfill beneath, one of the EXOR Mechs that was used to fight the larger kaiju-level souls in the past is laying peacefully upon the mound of trash. The cockpit has been long been blow to bits by some destructive blast or another, and the pilot was certainly killed by such a blow, leaving the mech to fall back, but at least in all the years of it lying there the burnt fuselage has provided some refuge for nature amongst it's wreckage. The lights that run up the mechs torso and legs have glimmered softly pink ever since it was destroyed, providing some pretty, post-apocalyptic mood lighting to the skyline, even though the mech should have lost all energy years ago, but anybody around has bigger problems to worry about then some lights still on. However, suddenly, somehow, a huge cybernetic finger on the end of the bladed arm twitches, then stops moving again. Perhaps a bird just stole a wire for it's nest.
the monster has appeared next to the mech. it's head is bowed. why? perhaps it speaks, perhaps it doesn't. perhaps it remembers, from so long ago. the monster's glowing eyes are dimmer. the monster is gone again.
how long it stands there we will not know.
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About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
At the gym, in the local boxing ring, is a man with bright sharp red sunglasses, working on the punching bag with heavy blows. The man is shirtless, revealing a large tattoo of a shining black sun taking up his back. He's wearing baggy black sweatpants, and moving with spectacular speed, his muscles defined to the point of his strength and speed appearing inhuman. Each punch leaves a mark on the bag, like it is being burned. He has a wide, friendly smile on his face and headphones on, as he finishes his workout, having been doing that for a few hours. He begins to towel off, taking a bright red jacket over his shoulder and stepping outside, Kenji, known as Herald of the black sun, Exorcist.
*Anybody?*
A large shell of a dragon is standing on a building. It sees Kenji, and immediately flies away, towards a taller building. Perhaps it knows who he is?
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
At the gym, in the local boxing ring, is a man with bright sharp red sunglasses, working on the punching bag with heavy blows. The man is shirtless, revealing a large tattoo of a shining black sun taking up his back. He's wearing baggy black sweatpants, and moving with spectacular speed, his muscles defined to the point of his strength and speed appearing inhuman. Each punch leaves a mark on the bag, like it is being burned. He has a wide, friendly smile on his face and headphones on, as he finishes his workout, having been doing that for a few hours. He begins to towel off, taking a bright red jacket over his shoulder and stepping outside, Kenji, known as Herald of the black sun, Exorcist.
*Anybody?*
A large shell of a dragon is standing on a building. It sees Kenji, and immediately flies away, towards a taller building. Perhaps it knows who he is?
*Thank you.*
He sees the shadow of the dragon, beginning to walk in the direction it flew based on estimates, whistling softly as he tracks it through the city. Though he walks casually, he seem to know what he's doing.
At the gym, in the local boxing ring, is a man with bright sharp red sunglasses, working on the punching bag with heavy blows. The man is shirtless, revealing a large tattoo of a shining black sun taking up his back. He's wearing baggy black sweatpants, and moving with spectacular speed, his muscles defined to the point of his strength and speed appearing inhuman. Each punch leaves a mark on the bag, like it is being burned. He has a wide, friendly smile on his face and headphones on, as he finishes his workout, having been doing that for a few hours. He begins to towel off, taking a bright red jacket over his shoulder and stepping outside, Kenji, known as Herald of the black sun, Exorcist.
*Anybody?*
A large shell of a dragon is standing on a building. It sees Kenji, and immediately flies away, towards a taller building. Perhaps it knows who he is?
*Thank you.*
He sees the shadow of the dragon, beginning to walk in the direction it flew based on estimates, whistling softly as he tracks it through the city. Though he walks casually, he seem to know what he's doing.
The dragon doesn't breathe or make any other sound.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
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*I don't know, actually. I'd rather RP somewhere else right now, like Lord's Rest or something. It's been getting harder for me to RP consistently, and it's easier when I have the crutch of characters that people already like.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"is this bouncer prepared to deal with us? an exorcist perhaps? silver doesn't bother me." he grins his wide, skeltal smile.
"however, if you insist on running off paying, respectable, customers, we can take our buissness elsewere. you aren't the only bar in town you know."
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The barkeep chuckles again. "You aren't respectable, nor are the other bars in town good. Get out and come back tomorrow before I call Dwayne."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
*I completely understand and accept that. I see things are becoming more difficult for you, maybe the best thing is to step back for a little bit, not fully leave, just kinda watch for a while, ya know?*
"fine. but no one snubs scurvy dave and gets away with it!" and with that terrifying threat, he phases back through the front wall. his ghost crew follows. he phases back through, his pocketwatch open in his hand. "ye'll be having some company soon. not nearly as hospitable as us." he walks back through the wall and sets sail on his ship, a ghostly sea shanty on the air.
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
The barkeep takes out a sending stones and speaks into it. "Yo, Dwayne? I might need you soon. This bunch of rude pirates just came through the walls. Maybe bring some crocodiles. Make sure they can tick, though." He snickers at his own joke.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
as soon as he puts down the stone, the front window is blocked out, plunging the bar into darkness. he hears a sound, like a whale but bigger, older. he heard this sound earlier tonight, far away. its close now. then he hears another noise. no, he doesn't hear it, he feels it. its not a sound, it's a voice. a voice that speaks with the crashing of the water, the grind of stone, the screaming of the wind, and the blazing of the fire. he gets the feeling that if whatever was saying that was speaking to him, he would have understood.
then he realizes the thing blocking his window is a monster, massive beyond all words. it spoke, it made the whale sound. he doesn't know what it is or wants, just that it is. always has been, always will be. and that he is beneath its notice.
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
[Idk about you guys, but to me this setting feels very post-post apocalyptic, if that makes sense, as if the world went through some terrible calamity to do with ghosts, and society collapsed, but now everything is in a place of relative peace, and the what remains is just about pulling itself together, just a bit different to how it was before, just with extra ghosts. Speaking of, there's something about the fact that ghosts are so openly present, and that the streets are so openly empty, that's probably the thing giving me those vibes, especially since the majority of remaining humans we've seen are exorcists (potentially trained because of the past Ghost V Human calamity?), or are just unfortunate survivors who managed to pull through and are now just trying to live life as normal as they can (with the most unfortunate of these survivors ending up as zombies under Shiver's control :P)
But anyway, I'm going to make a new character based on this idea that some insane, wacky catastrophe happened a long time ago, and see where it goes!]
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*Oh yay, I can make Walter a war vet, and make him devestatingly infamous when it comes to exorcising. Anyway, that sounds awesome, and I'm down for it every day of the week.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Calamity?*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
*Walking Calamity you say?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Alablanca has found a place to call her own; an empty apartment high enough above the city that when sunset and sunrise shines on the waterfront, it hits her windows at just the right angle and floods her home with the same orange light that she bathes others in. She's currently making it as comfy as she can, by furnishing it with scavenged beanbags, hanging punching bags, all sorts of rugs and dreamcatchers, and a massive one of those cat trees which she hauled out of a pet shop down the road. Seeing as she doesn't need to sleep or eat, she's mainly just looking to make a cosy den to relax and train in.
Shiver has brought his ranks up to 13, the unlucky number, though it's been tricky to gather crew members. Although human souls are far easier to freeze into minions then the ones that manage to persist into ghosts, there seems to be very few people scattered amongst the city, and he has to spend most of his time skirting between alleys and hiding out in shop fronts to avoid any direct confrontation with other ghosts or exorcists. What's more, his gaggle of ghouls is certainly growing in size from all the unfortunate souls he has came across, which means it's harder to keep in check without a big huff of calming mist every so often. However, his powers are swelling to accommodate this. Shiver's long, white hair is beginning to peek out of his rime-covered cap, coming just past his pointed ears, and that's not the only thing that's pointed, as all his features, including his nose, chin, cheekbones and joints are now sufficiently stretched and chiselled by the cold he carries with him. Overall he's just trying to pick out people from the ruins to come aboard, and avoid any spirits or exorcists whilst he can.
On the outskirts of town, laid flat against the hills that have been weathered and worn away to reveal the landfill beneath, one of the EXOR Mechs that was used to fight the larger kaiju-level souls in the past is laying peacefully upon the mound of trash. The cockpit has been long been blow to bits by some destructive blast or another, and the pilot was certainly killed by such a blow, leaving the mech to fall back, but at least in all the years of it lying there the burnt fuselage has provided some refuge for nature amongst it's wreckage. The lights that run up the mechs torso and legs have glimmered softly pink ever since it was destroyed, providing some pretty, post-apocalyptic mood lighting to the skyline, even though the mech should have lost all energy years ago, but anybody around has bigger problems to worry about then some lights still on. However, suddenly, somehow, a huge cybernetic finger on the end of the bladed arm twitches, then stops moving again. Perhaps a bird just stole a wire for it's nest.
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
Callow Sunken-Eyes: Goliath Arctic Druid: We Are Modron
DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
*Ima intro Kenji here.*
At the gym, in the local boxing ring, is a man with bright sharp red sunglasses, working on the punching bag with heavy blows. The man is shirtless, revealing a large tattoo of a shining black sun taking up his back. He's wearing baggy black sweatpants, and moving with spectacular speed, his muscles defined to the point of his strength and speed appearing inhuman. Each punch leaves a mark on the bag, like it is being burned. He has a wide, friendly smile on his face and headphones on, as he finishes his workout, having been doing that for a few hours. He begins to towel off, taking a bright red jacket over his shoulder and stepping outside, Kenji, known as Herald of the black sun, Exorcist.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Squelp is sneakily following Shiver and tripping or stealing one of his "passengers" every few minutes.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
scurvy dave has found a NEW bar, the open sign shining in the morning sun.
"were getting drinks at last boys!"
"maybe we should be diplo-"
"I have an excellent idea! we should try being diplomatic! Scrumm, Johnson, bring the chest!"
scurvy dave, his pirates, and an ornate (material) chest depart from the ship. scurvy dave uses his prothsetic hand to open the door, holding it so Scrumm and Johnson can bring the chest inside.
"a round of rum for me and me crew!"
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
*Anybody?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
this is pretty neat.
the monster has appeared next to the mech. it's head is bowed. why? perhaps it speaks, perhaps it doesn't. perhaps it remembers, from so long ago. the monster's glowing eyes are dimmer. the monster is gone again.
how long it stands there we will not know.
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /Moderator of Vinstreb School for the Gifted /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Fun Fact: i gain more power the more you post on my forum threads. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!
A large shell of a dragon is standing on a building. It sees Kenji, and immediately flies away, towards a taller building. Perhaps it knows who he is?
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
*Thank you.*
He sees the shadow of the dragon, beginning to walk in the direction it flew based on estimates, whistling softly as he tracks it through the city. Though he walks casually, he seem to know what he's doing.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The dragon doesn't breathe or make any other sound.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."