'Man in white? Did he have red glasses? Maybe a nice talk show would be fun, but don't wanna give too much away to the townsfolk'
He shrugs and smirks "Who am I to say?"
He tilts his head upwards, looking up at them. His smile is too perfect, too wide, with teeth too white. "I'm here to have fun my friend, to enlighten those around me that this life is only one so why not have as much as I?"
'Nothing wrong with fun. As long as you have a pack of level 1 basic morals in the other hand'
"Believe me, I do." He waves to the shadows "my friend you see, friends who thought they could use my kindness against me."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
'Man in white? Did he have red glasses? Maybe a nice talk show would be fun, but don't wanna give too much away to the townsfolk'
He shrugs and smirks "Who am I to say?"
He tilts his head upwards, looking up at them. His smile is too perfect, too wide, with teeth too white. "I'm here to have fun my friend, to enlighten those around me that this life is only one so why not have as much as I?"
'Nothing wrong with fun. As long as you have a pack of level 1 basic morals in the other hand'
"Believe me, I do." He waves to the shadows "my friend you see, friends who thought they could use my kindness against me."
'If this is a torture revenge game show, it's honestly old hat. Anyone can set one up, you'll never be the top of the search page. But sure, what's gonna happen to these friends?'
'Man in white? Did he have red glasses? Maybe a nice talk show would be fun, but don't wanna give too much away to the townsfolk'
He shrugs and smirks "Who am I to say?"
He tilts his head upwards, looking up at them. His smile is too perfect, too wide, with teeth too white. "I'm here to have fun my friend, to enlighten those around me that this life is only one so why not have as much as I?"
'Nothing wrong with fun. As long as you have a pack of level 1 basic morals in the other hand'
"Believe me, I do." He waves to the shadows "my friend you see, friends who thought they could use my kindness against me."
'If this is a torture revenge game show, it's honestly old hat. Anyone can set one up, you'll never be the top of the search page. But sure, what's gonna happen to these friends?'
"God no! Call it nostalgia. I used to be something of a TV host, late night shows and such. This is more a little space for me than for anyone else." He smiles brightly.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
"More enthusiast than researcher, but in a sense, yeah. Working here means I gotta protect myself from all sorts of baddies, and the occult finds its way in all the time. Not allowed to use weapons, so I needed, like, some other way to even the odds." He places the drink at a table near Leo and walks back to the waffle iron. "Cato won't go down easy, even if you're a hunter. Its not the type of beast that will charge at you. It'll hide, use civilians, and wield human weapons. It even uses money. It's not a hunt, man. It's an assassination."
'And you think he survived the house fire? Where could he be?'
"Anywhere he wants. It's one of the few Nightmares I've encountered that won't stand out in a crowd no matter your ESP. It only reveals itself when it wants to. It's a perfect parasite. I didn't think it was even a Nightmare at first, since it ignores the 'rules' on a semi-regular basis. Its only redeeming trait is predictability. It can't stand creating joy, it loves its own name, and it will always appear near this other Nightmare of a similar nature just called The Third. The Third isn't dangerous, but Cato doesn't want to get its hands dirty and will use mortal pawns to hunt it down." He shakes his head. "The thing's insane. If you're sure you're up to it, man, go right ahead."
He takes the waffle out and puts it on a plate. It's huge. He delivers it alongside a pot of warm syrup.
'Man in white? Did he have red glasses? Maybe a nice talk show would be fun, but don't wanna give too much away to the townsfolk'
He shrugs and smirks "Who am I to say?"
He tilts his head upwards, looking up at them. His smile is too perfect, too wide, with teeth too white. "I'm here to have fun my friend, to enlighten those around me that this life is only one so why not have as much as I?"
'Nothing wrong with fun. As long as you have a pack of level 1 basic morals in the other hand'
"Believe me, I do." He waves to the shadows "my friend you see, friends who thought they could use my kindness against me."
'If this is a torture revenge game show, it's honestly old hat. Anyone can set one up, you'll never be the top of the search page. But sure, what's gonna happen to these friends?'
"God no! Call it nostalgia. I used to be something of a TV host, late night shows and such. This is more a little space for me than for anyone else." He smiles brightly.
'Nice. Who gets to watch? Is this dark Web, or can anyone see?'
"More enthusiast than researcher, but in a sense, yeah. Working here means I gotta protect myself from all sorts of baddies, and the occult finds its way in all the time. Not allowed to use weapons, so I needed, like, some other way to even the odds." He places the drink at a table near Leo and walks back to the waffle iron. "Cato won't go down easy, even if you're a hunter. Its not the type of beast that will charge at you. It'll hide, use civilians, and wield human weapons. It even uses money. It's not a hunt, man. It's an assassination."
'And you think he survived the house fire? Where could he be?'
"Anywhere he wants. It's one of the few Nightmares I've encountered that won't stand out in a crowd no matter your ESP. It only reveals itself when it wants to. It's a perfect parasite. I didn't think it was even a Nightmare at first, since it ignores the 'rules' on a semi-regular basis. Its only redeeming trait is predictability. It can't stand creating joy, it loves its own name, and it will always appear near this other Nightmare of a similar nature just called The Third. The Third isn't dangerous, but Cato doesn't want to get its hands dirty and will use mortal pawns to hunt it down." He shakes his head. "The thing's insane. If you're sure you're up to it, man, go right ahead."
He takes the waffle out and puts it on a plate. It's huge. He delivers it alongside a pot of warm syrup.
'Looks delicious, thanks. So, this monster will most likely be recruiting. Better look out for anyone trying too hard to get liked by too many people'
'Man in white? Did he have red glasses? Maybe a nice talk show would be fun, but don't wanna give too much away to the townsfolk'
He shrugs and smirks "Who am I to say?"
He tilts his head upwards, looking up at them. His smile is too perfect, too wide, with teeth too white. "I'm here to have fun my friend, to enlighten those around me that this life is only one so why not have as much as I?"
'Nothing wrong with fun. As long as you have a pack of level 1 basic morals in the other hand'
"Believe me, I do." He waves to the shadows "my friend you see, friends who thought they could use my kindness against me."
'If this is a torture revenge game show, it's honestly old hat. Anyone can set one up, you'll never be the top of the search page. But sure, what's gonna happen to these friends?'
"God no! Call it nostalgia. I used to be something of a TV host, late night shows and such. This is more a little space for me than for anyone else." He smiles brightly.
'Nice. Who gets to watch? Is this dark Web, or can anyone see?'
"Dark Web? Right, this place is swayed by newer, shinier technology." He sighs mournfully "I bet you don't even know what a VHS tape is."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
"Anywhere he wants. It's one of the few Nightmares I've encountered that won't stand out in a crowd no matter your ESP. It only reveals itself when it wants to. It's a perfect parasite. I didn't think it was even a Nightmare at first, since it ignores the 'rules' on a semi-regular basis. Its only redeeming trait is predictability. It can't stand creating joy, it loves its own name, and it will always appear near this other Nightmare of a similar nature just called The Third. The Third isn't dangerous, but Cato doesn't want to get its hands dirty and will use mortal pawns to hunt it down." He shakes his head. "The thing's insane. If you're sure you're up to it, man, go right ahead."
He takes the waffle out and puts it on a plate. It's huge. He delivers it alongside a pot of warm syrup.
'Looks delicious, thanks. So, this monster will most likely be recruiting. Better look out for anyone trying too hard to get liked by too many people'
He sighs a tiny bit. "That's everyone these days. America is a popularity contest, and with the internet becoming something everyone has... I mean, at least it isn't in everyone's pockets yet."
The Watcher is in his TV studio, humming an old showtune as he fixes a large video camera. He is dressed in a simple white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled over his biceps to not get the fabric dirty as he works. Paired with it is a pair of black dress pants and fancy black dress shoes.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
The Watcher is in his TV studio, humming an old showtune as he fixes a large video camera. He is dressed in a simple white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled over his biceps to not get the fabric dirty as he works. Paired with it is a pair of black dress pants and fancy black dress shoes.
He offers the solved cube, not looking up at them. "May you please scramble this for me, Mr. Slink?"
*Mind if I just do one for now? We can do the other later.*
'You know who I am?'
*sure!*
"Yes, sir. I do my best to know all the local figures of prominence, even those in less fortunate circumstances. Please don't tell my father I'm here." He sets the cube down, then pulls two single-serve bottles of chocolate milk out of his coat. They're still cold, and there wasn't even a bulge in his jacket to suggest their presence. He offers a bottle to the Slink.
He offers the solved cube, not looking up at them. "May you please scramble this for me, Mr. Slink?"
*Mind if I just do one for now? We can do the other later.*
'You know who I am?'
*sure!*
"Yes, sir. I do my best to know all the local figures of prominence, even those in less fortunate circumstances. Please don't tell my father I'm here." He sets the cube down, then pulls two single-serve bottles of chocolate milk out of his coat. They're still cold, and there wasn't even a bulge in his jacket to suggest their presence. He offers a bottle to the Slink.
Slink sniffs it for poison, and if satisfied, he drinks it. 'Sure won't, I'm no snitch. Except on people who really deserve it. Who's you're father?'
"Yes, sir. I do my best to know all the local figures of prominence, even those in less fortunate circumstances. Please don't tell my father I'm here." He sets the cube down, then pulls two single-serve bottles of chocolate milk out of his coat. They're still cold, and there wasn't even a bulge in his jacket to suggest their presence. He offers a bottle to the Slink.
Slink sniffs it for poison, and if satisfied, he drinks it. 'Sure won't, I'm no snitch. Except on people who really deserve it. Who's you're father?'
"Mr. Hugh Hachebiere, CEO of Cornucopia Foods Incorporated. I'm really not supposed to be out here." He takes a sip of his own bottle. "I'm technically a CEO as well. I run the pie company we recently acquired. We're opening a location in the mall, and I guess he wanted me to be here with him to see it."
"Yes, sir. I do my best to know all the local figures of prominence, even those in less fortunate circumstances. Please don't tell my father I'm here." He sets the cube down, then pulls two single-serve bottles of chocolate milk out of his coat. They're still cold, and there wasn't even a bulge in his jacket to suggest their presence. He offers a bottle to the Slink.
Slink sniffs it for poison, and if satisfied, he drinks it. 'Sure won't, I'm no snitch. Except on people who really deserve it. Who's you're father?'
"Mr. Hugh Hachebiere, CEO of Cornucopia Foods Incorporated. I'm really not supposed to be out here." He takes a sip of his own bottle. "I'm technically a CEO as well. I run the pie company we recently acquired. We're opening a location in the mall, and I guess he wanted me to be here with him to see it."
Jack's husky is walking into an all way alone
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
"Believe me, I do." He waves to the shadows "my friend you see, friends who thought they could use my kindness against me."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'If this is a torture revenge game show, it's honestly old hat. Anyone can set one up, you'll never be the top of the search page. But sure, what's gonna happen to these friends?'
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"God no! Call it nostalgia. I used to be something of a TV host, late night shows and such. This is more a little space for me than for anyone else." He smiles brightly.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Anywhere he wants. It's one of the few Nightmares I've encountered that won't stand out in a crowd no matter your ESP. It only reveals itself when it wants to. It's a perfect parasite. I didn't think it was even a Nightmare at first, since it ignores the 'rules' on a semi-regular basis. Its only redeeming trait is predictability. It can't stand creating joy, it loves its own name, and it will always appear near this other Nightmare of a similar nature just called The Third. The Third isn't dangerous, but Cato doesn't want to get its hands dirty and will use mortal pawns to hunt it down." He shakes his head. "The thing's insane. If you're sure you're up to it, man, go right ahead."
He takes the waffle out and puts it on a plate. It's huge. He delivers it alongside a pot of warm syrup.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Nice. Who gets to watch? Is this dark Web, or can anyone see?'
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'Looks delicious, thanks. So, this monster will most likely be recruiting. Better look out for anyone trying too hard to get liked by too many people'
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"Dark Web? Right, this place is swayed by newer, shinier technology." He sighs mournfully "I bet you don't even know what a VHS tape is."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He sighs a tiny bit. "That's everyone these days. America is a popularity contest, and with the internet becoming something everyone has... I mean, at least it isn't in everyone's pockets yet."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The young man in white is playing with a rubix cube, sitting by the side of the road.
Felix is dealing with a fight at the Waffle House.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Matt is driving his truck around town, looking for the town library
The Watcher is in his TV studio, humming an old showtune as he fixes a large video camera. He is dressed in a simple white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled over his biceps to not get the fabric dirty as he works. Paired with it is a pair of black dress pants and fancy black dress shoes.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
There is a knock at the door
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The Slink approaches cautiously. 'Hey there'
Leo is outside the Waffle House
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He offers the solved cube, not looking up at them. "May you please scramble this for me, Mr. Slink?"
*Mind if I just do one for now? We can do the other later.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'You know who I am?'
*sure!*
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"Yes, sir. I do my best to know all the local figures of prominence, even those in less fortunate circumstances. Please don't tell my father I'm here." He sets the cube down, then pulls two single-serve bottles of chocolate milk out of his coat. They're still cold, and there wasn't even a bulge in his jacket to suggest their presence. He offers a bottle to the Slink.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Slink sniffs it for poison, and if satisfied, he drinks it. 'Sure won't, I'm no snitch. Except on people who really deserve it. Who's you're father?'
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"Mr. Hugh Hachebiere, CEO of Cornucopia Foods Incorporated. I'm really not supposed to be out here." He takes a sip of his own bottle. "I'm technically a CEO as well. I run the pie company we recently acquired. We're opening a location in the mall, and I guess he wanted me to be here with him to see it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Ah, the mall. How is that going?'
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