Thew arrives at about 7. He's instantly recognisable by the fact that his grizzly-bear coloured hair is a down to between his shoulder blades at the back and across the lenses of his now cracked glasses to the front, the eyes beneath them now a bright yellow colour. He's wearing a dark hoodie and tracksuit, and is looking pretty nervous about all this.
There is no one here but Amatarou, and he has a brown sugar boba tea ready. He places it on the counter. The receipt says "Thew" and the price is reduced to $0.00. It was just made.
Thew takes the cup and receipt with a quiet murmur of gratitude, takes a sip then looks towards them with a wide eyed stare as he asks 'So you know who I am...I'm guessing you're 1984AM?'
"Feel free, friend." He takes off his gloves and throws them in a trash can. "Come to Chunklo's when you're ready. First drink's on the house."
“Thanks man,” The speed demon moves to the body and begins to drag it out of the alley. You notice a red impala parked just outside. “I’ll be over in a minute.”
The barista is gone in an instant, leaving nothing but some feral cats in his place.
There is the slam of a car trunk and then the jingle of the shop door as Roadkill Charlie steps in through the front door. Bright red blood stains his fingerless gloves and his boots.
And as he walks in, there is a cup of strawberry boba waiting for him. The label reads "Speed Demon" instead of Roadkill Charlie, but the price is $0.00, so not much to complain about.
“Oohoohoo!” He smiles and takes some tapioca clogged sips. “Thanks man. You seem to know a lot about this place.”
[Sorry I took a while to respond, I've been busy and this thread is very fast moving, after this RP encounter Thew has no big things planned so he can just be character I pop in with every so often.
Also I saw something about Nightmare Lords, idk if I'm online enough to qualify to play one, and I don't want to cause their to be too many, especially since there seems to be a trinity already, but the description seems to fit the Liminal perfectly. An overarching, widespread but not primal fear, with a foothold in multiple territories. Let me know what you think Baazle]
Amatarou just waits. The killer's reaction time seems to be slowed, so even if River messes up it's not important.
He definitely hits his target, the man coming down as he's knocked out and put into a short coma. He comes back to Amatarou, wiping his hands together. "Alright, next step. Whaddya think we should do with the Nightmare?"
"We don't want it around. We might as well put it down instead of letting it starve. Either it's got a good Dark Arte, or we toss it back on the Beach. We don't want anyone who could take it as a Familiar."
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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.
Amatarou just waits. The killer's reaction time seems to be slowed, so even if River messes up it's not important.
He definitely hits his target, the man coming down as he's knocked out and put into a short coma. He comes back to Amatarou, wiping his hands together. "Alright, next step. Whaddya think we should do with the Nightmare?"
"We don't want it around. We might as well put it down instead of letting it starve. Either it's got a good Dark Arte, or we toss it back on the Beach. We don't want anyone who could take it as a Familiar."
"I think I might absorb it, he looks big enough to satisfy my current hunger."
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
There is no one here but Amatarou, and he has a brown sugar boba tea ready. He places it on the counter. The receipt says "Thew" and the price is reduced to $0.00. It was just made.
Thew takes the cup and receipt with a quiet murmur of gratitude, takes a sip then looks towards them with a wide eyed stare as he asks 'So you know who I am...I'm guessing you're 1984AM?'
"Correct." He says simply, gently. "Has the ghoul been bothering you since it latched on?"
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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.
And as he walks in, there is a cup of strawberry boba waiting for him. The label reads "Speed Demon" instead of Roadkill Charlie, but the price is $0.00, so not much to complain about.
“Oohoohoo!” He smiles and takes some tapioca clogged sips. “Thanks man. You seem to know a lot about this place.”
"You're welcome." The cafe is filled with cats. One of them starts licking the rainwater off of Charlie's boots. "I like to know about new arrivals and make them feel welcome."
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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.
[Sorry I took a while to respond, I've been busy and this thread is very fast moving, after this RP encounter Thew has no big things planned so he can just be character I pop in with every so often.
Also I saw something about Nightmare Lords, idk if I'm online enough to qualify to play one, and I don't want to cause their to be too many, especially since there seems to be a trinity already, but the description seems to fit the Liminal perfectly. An overarching, widespread but not primal fear, with a foothold in multiple territories. Let me know what you think Baazle]
*I think it would be okay if you like the idea of playing one!*
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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.
"We don't want it around. We might as well put it down instead of letting it starve. Either it's got a good Dark Arte, or we toss it back on the Beach. We don't want anyone who could take it as a Familiar."
"I think I might absorb it, he looks big enough to satisfy my current hunger."
"If you like that idea. What'll you do with the Artefact?"
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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.
"We don't want it around. We might as well put it down instead of letting it starve. Either it's got a good Dark Arte, or we toss it back on the Beach. We don't want anyone who could take it as a Familiar."
"I think I might absorb it, he looks big enough to satisfy my current hunger."
"If you like that idea. What'll you do with the Artefact?"
"Stash it like I usually do. Unless you want it?"
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
There is no one here but Amatarou, and he has a brown sugar boba tea ready. He places it on the counter. The receipt says "Thew" and the price is reduced to $0.00. It was just made.
Thew takes the cup and receipt with a quiet murmur of gratitude, takes a sip then looks towards them with a wide eyed stare as he asks 'So you know who I am...I'm guessing you're 1984AM?'
"Correct." He says simply, gently. "Has the ghoul been bothering you since it latched on?"
‘I mean actually, not at all. He’s stayed pretty quiet, except I can’t cut my hair. It’s weird, take a look at this.’ He takes out a pair of scissors and cuts a strand off from the root, and almost immediately the severed hair begins to squirm as a quiet voice emanates from it, calling out ‘Don’t let me go! Don’t leave me!’ before slipping from his fingers and slithering back into his hair, disappearing to likely reinsert itself back into Thew’s scalp elsewhere.
[Sorry I took a while to respond, I've been busy and this thread is very fast moving, after this RP encounter Thew has no big things planned so he can just be character I pop in with every so often.
Also I saw something about Nightmare Lords, idk if I'm online enough to qualify to play one, and I don't want to cause their to be too many, especially since there seems to be a trinity already, but the description seems to fit the Liminal perfectly. An overarching, widespread but not primal fear, with a foothold in multiple territories. Let me know what you think Baazle]
*I think it would be okay if you like the idea of playing one!*
"If you like that idea. What'll you do with the Artefact?"
"Stash it like I usually do. Unless you want it?"
"Nah. Don't wanna mess with your system."
"Might need your help, but lets do this." he pulls out a pitch-black knife and rushes forward.
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
"Correct." He says simply, gently. "Has the ghoul been bothering you since it latched on?"
‘I mean actually, not at all. He’s stayed pretty quiet, except I can’t cut my hair. It’s weird, take a look at this.’ He takes out a pair of scissors and cuts a strand off from the root, and almost immediately the severed hair begins to squirm as a quiet voice emanates from it, calling out ‘Don’t let me go! Don’t leave me!’ before slipping from his fingers and slithering back into his hair, disappearing to likely reinsert itself back into Thew’s scalp elsewhere.
"Hm. I see. I think you've gathered it's... modus operandi by now." He pulls out a black-and-gold pair of scissors from what sounds like a plastic container beneath the counter. "These contain the Dark Arte of Severance. 'Measure twice, thrice even, for you cannot uncut the threads of fate.' It embodies the fear of loss and pain of change, same as your Ghoul. The two would react quite violently against each other. Rejection and infatuation." He places the scissors on the counter in front of Thew, then steeples his fingers. "What do you think?"
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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.
"Might need your help, but lets do this." he pulls out a pitch-black knife and rushes forward.
*You have stats for the Nightmare?*
He takes off his mask, revealing the stitches up his left cheek where the corner of his mouth had been slashed out. He lets out a deep breath and conjures a knife in his right hand before calmly walking forward as malignant energy builds around his left, dripping to the ground like tar and freezing the ground it touches.
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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.
"Might need your help, but lets do this." he pulls out a pitch-black knife and rushes forward.
*You have stats for the Nightmare?*
He takes off his mask, revealing the stitches up his left cheek where the corner of his mouth had been slashed out. He lets out a deep breath and conjures a knife in his right hand before calmly walking forward as malignant energy builds around his left, dripping to the ground like tar and freezing the ground it touches.
*Sluggish, weak but tanky. yup*
River prepares, smiling devillishly
Init: 20
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
He takes off his mask, revealing the stitches up his left cheek where the corner of his mouth had been slashed out. He lets out a deep breath and conjures a knife in his right hand before calmly walking forward as malignant energy builds around his left, dripping to the ground like tar and freezing the ground it touches.
*Sluggish, weak but tanky. yup*
River prepares, smiling devillishly
Init: 16
Amatarou yawns and stretches. "Right."
Init: 21
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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.
He takes off his mask, revealing the stitches up his left cheek where the corner of his mouth had been slashed out. He lets out a deep breath and conjures a knife in his right hand before calmly walking forward as malignant energy builds around his left, dripping to the ground like tar and freezing the ground it touches.
*Sluggish, weak but tanky. yup*
River prepares, smiling devillishly
Init: 16
Amatarou yawns and stretches. "Right."
Init: 10
The great Nightmare resembling a Large Slime Cube quivers. Init:17
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
Amatarou is wearing his cat-themed mask (like a fabric COVID mask), standing over an NEO agent on the floor of the back alley. The rain washes the blood off his clear plastic gloves as he holds out his arms to his sides, an overlarge knife in his hands. His eyes are dilated, staring up into the rain as he breathes heavily. He closes his eyes and starts to slowly turn round and round in place. You can practically hear the reverie just watching him.
"My, my, whatever happened here?" Says a voice from the dark of further in the alley. The Architect is there, leaning against the wall, obscured in shadow. She wasn't there before- at least, it didn't look like she was.
He sighs, lowering his arms. He takes off his mask, revealing the crude stitches holding the left side of his mouth together. A Glasgow smirk, if you could call it that. He smiles wide, almost breaking the first of the three stitches. His breath fogs despite the rain being so warm. He drops the knife, and it stabs into the concrete before disappearing entirely. He looks positively addled with his dilated eyes and goofy expression. But as he processes what she had asked, and takes the time to think about his actions, he slowly returns to his normal, dull state.
He bows his head and kicks the body. "I dunno."
*Sorry about the delay*
She steps slightly forward- still sticking to the shadows, but approaching just enough to stand near the corpse. Dark Energy lingers in the air around her- she seems to be absolutely wreathed in the stuff- alongside the faint smell of caramel. She crouches down by the corpse, silent for a while, before looking up at him. "You need this corpse for anything, or can I take it? Might make for good parts for another construct." She says in a somewhat quieter tone to avoid anyone else hearing it.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
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Thew takes the cup and receipt with a quiet murmur of gratitude, takes a sip then looks towards them with a wide eyed stare as he asks 'So you know who I am...I'm guessing you're 1984AM?'
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!
“Oohoohoo!” He smiles and takes some tapioca clogged sips. “Thanks man. You seem to know a lot about this place.”
[Sorry I took a while to respond, I've been busy and this thread is very fast moving, after this RP encounter Thew has no big things planned so he can just be character I pop in with every so often.
Also I saw something about Nightmare Lords, idk if I'm online enough to qualify to play one, and I don't want to cause their to be too many, especially since there seems to be a trinity already, but the description seems to fit the Liminal perfectly. An overarching, widespread but not primal fear, with a foothold in multiple territories. Let me know what you think Baazle]
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!
"We don't want it around. We might as well put it down instead of letting it starve. Either it's got a good Dark Arte, or we toss it back on the Beach. We don't want anyone who could take it as a Familiar."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I think I might absorb it, he looks big enough to satisfy my current hunger."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"Correct." He says simply, gently. "Has the ghoul been bothering you since it latched on?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You're welcome." The cafe is filled with cats. One of them starts licking the rainwater off of Charlie's boots. "I like to know about new arrivals and make them feel welcome."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I think it would be okay if you like the idea of playing one!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"If you like that idea. What'll you do with the Artefact?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Stash it like I usually do. Unless you want it?"
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
‘I mean actually, not at all. He’s stayed pretty quiet, except I can’t cut my hair. It’s weird, take a look at this.’ He takes out a pair of scissors and cuts a strand off from the root, and almost immediately the severed hair begins to squirm as a quiet voice emanates from it, calling out ‘Don’t let me go! Don’t leave me!’ before slipping from his fingers and slithering back into his hair, disappearing to likely reinsert itself back into Thew’s scalp elsewhere.
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!
[Nice, thanks!]
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!
"Nah. Don't wanna mess with your system."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Might need your help, but lets do this." he pulls out a pitch-black knife and rushes forward.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
"Hm. I see. I think you've gathered it's... modus operandi by now." He pulls out a black-and-gold pair of scissors from what sounds like a plastic container beneath the counter. "These contain the Dark Arte of Severance. 'Measure twice, thrice even, for you cannot uncut the threads of fate.' It embodies the fear of loss and pain of change, same as your Ghoul. The two would react quite violently against each other. Rejection and infatuation." He places the scissors on the counter in front of Thew, then steeples his fingers. "What do you think?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*You have stats for the Nightmare?*
He takes off his mask, revealing the stitches up his left cheek where the corner of his mouth had been slashed out. He lets out a deep breath and conjures a knife in his right hand before calmly walking forward as malignant energy builds around his left, dripping to the ground like tar and freezing the ground it touches.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Sluggish, weak but tanky. yup*
River prepares, smiling devillishly
Init: 20
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
Amatarou yawns and stretches. "Right."
Init: 21
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The great Nightmare resembling a Large Slime Cube quivers. Init:17
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Sorry about the delay*
She steps slightly forward- still sticking to the shadows, but approaching just enough to stand near the corpse. Dark Energy lingers in the air around her- she seems to be absolutely wreathed in the stuff- alongside the faint smell of caramel. She crouches down by the corpse, silent for a while, before looking up at him. "You need this corpse for anything, or can I take it? Might make for good parts for another construct." She says in a somewhat quieter tone to avoid anyone else hearing it.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)