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."
He runs a hand down the back of the cat, “I saw the MIB out there. They trouble you much?” He pulls a set of car keys from his pocket and jangles them absent mindedly.
*I wanna draw the three Nightmare Lords standing next to each other in human guise, from a worm's-eye view. Amatarou would be crouching, the Mother of Puppets would be standing half-shadowed with her arms crossed (I imagine it looking a little like Makima), and the Queen of the Fair would be jumping along with her arms spread, possibly with the silhouettes of birds overhead and a black cat around Ocha's feet.*
*I utterly adore this image. Partially because it involves my character.*
The great Nightmare resembling a Large Slime Cube quivers. Init:13
River lazily dashes forward and makes a slash with his knife, and it takes 27 damage
The cube rushes away and towards Amatarou. To hit:21 Damage: 9
Black ice chips fly from the barista as it slams into him. It takes 45 cold damage.
He backhands it, flipping it onto its side, doing absolutely nothing... but allow his Shikigami to charge in from the shadows. The four monstrous entities rush over, the sticky ennui energy trailing from them as they emerge from the ground, whaling on the cube and making inhuman choking sounds.
"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."
He runs a hand down the back of the cat, “I saw the MIB out there. They trouble you much?” He pulls a set of car keys from his pocket and jangles them absent mindedly.
"Not as much as they could." The cat meows happily. "It was... fun."
*I wanna draw the three Nightmare Lords standing next to each other in human guise, from a worm's-eye view. Amatarou would be crouching, the Mother of Puppets would be standing half-shadowed with her arms crossed (I imagine it looking a little like Makima), and the Queen of the Fair would be jumping along with her arms spread, possibly with the silhouettes of birds overhead and a black cat around Ocha's feet.*
*I utterly adore this image. Partially because it involves my character.*
"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."
He runs a hand down the back of the cat, “I saw the MIB out there. They trouble you much?” He pulls a set of car keys from his pocket and jangles them absent mindedly.
"Not as much as they could." The cat meows happily. "It was... fun."
"Heh heh, you looked like you were enjoying yourself." He takes another sip while scratching at the cat's head, "If you don't mind me asking... this place sure don't seem fearful. What sort of Nightmare are you?"
The chimney of the Old Balios bar is once again pouring out smoke. The door is wide open, and passersby can almost hear… screaming. But it might just be an illusion, there is a lively party next door, at the New Balios bar.
The Knight and Malachi somehow have set up a camp in the middle of a park in town. The Knight is sharpening his sword, sparks flying off the metal with each scrape of the palm-sized whetstone. Malachi is staring at the sky, looking at a star chart in his hands as he examines the stars up above.
A young man, covered in blood and holy water, is resting by a dead tree
The Knight hears his grunts of pain. He turns to smoke and suddenly forms next to them. He tilts his head, watching the man for a moment before gently nudging them with the hilt of his sword.
A young man, covered in blood and holy water, is resting by a dead tree
The Knight hears his grunts of pain. He turns to smoke and suddenly forms next to them. He tilts his head, watching the man for a moment before gently nudging them with the hilt of his sword.
'Uhhh, who's there?'. He looks pretty frightened, but too dazed to run
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
A young man, covered in blood and holy water, is resting by a dead tree
The Knight hears his grunts of pain. He turns to smoke and suddenly forms next to them. He tilts his head, watching the man for a moment before gently nudging them with the hilt of his sword.
'Uhhh, who's there?'. He looks pretty frightened, but too dazed to run
He can smell what can only be described as nutmeg, cinnamon, and clove. The Knight picks him up gently, making sure not to hurt him any more than he is at the moment.
*NGL, the Mother of Puppets would absolutely look like Rosie from Hazbin Hotel mixed with Cruella de Vil: comfy, fluffy furs, cigars, sun hat, then completely normal clothes underneath with a skirt, tie, and dress shirt. Face completely shadowed except for their eyes.*
*So the art piece is gonna be "Kawaii waiter crouched between two shadowy ladies, but one is more opulent while the other is more punk."*
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
"Not as much as they could." The cat meows happily. "It was... fun."
"Heh heh, you looked like you were enjoying yourself." He takes another sip while scratching at the cat's head, "If you don't mind me asking... this place sure don't seem fearful. What sort of Nightmare are you?"
"Resentment, particularly toward the stagnation in this town. This place... it's hard to get things done. It's too comfy, too distracting. An escape with cheap drinks and cuddly kitties for everyone, no matter age, sex, or importance."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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He runs a hand down the back of the cat, “I saw the MIB out there. They trouble you much?” He pulls a set of car keys from his pocket and jangles them absent mindedly.
*Hopefully I’ll intro the nightmare of Violence here tomorrow.*
*I utterly adore this image. Partially because it involves my character.*
*I’ve seen studies on fear. Studies that show that the fear of public speaking is rated higher than the fear of death.*
*Coming soon to a thread near you, the Nightmare of Stage Fright.*
Black ice chips fly from the barista as it slams into him. It takes 45 cold damage.
He backhands it, flipping it onto its side, doing absolutely nothing... but allow his Shikigami to charge in from the shadows. The four monstrous entities rush over, the sticky ennui energy trailing from them as they emerge from the ground, whaling on the cube and making inhuman choking sounds.
Attack: 22 Damage: 13
Attack: 16 Damage: 10
Attack: 18 Damage: 15
Attack: 7 Damage: 13
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Not as much as they could." The cat meows happily. "It was... fun."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'll try and work on it tomorrow, I gotta go.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Heh heh, you looked like you were enjoying yourself." He takes another sip while scratching at the cat's head, "If you don't mind me asking... this place sure don't seem fearful. What sort of Nightmare are you?"
The chimney of the Old Balios bar is once again pouring out smoke. The door is wide open, and passersby can almost hear… screaming. But it might just be an illusion, there is a lively party next door, at the New Balios bar.
The Knight and Malachi somehow have set up a camp in the middle of a park in town. The Knight is sharpening his sword, sparks flying off the metal with each scrape of the palm-sized whetstone. Malachi is staring at the sky, looking at a star chart in his hands as he examines the stars up above.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A young man, covered in blood and holy water, is resting by a dead tree
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Is this a intro or is this a comment?*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*idk? They are nearby, you can interact if you want?*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The Knight hears his grunts of pain. He turns to smoke and suddenly forms next to them. He tilts his head, watching the man for a moment before gently nudging them with the hilt of his sword.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
'Uhhh, who's there?'. He looks pretty frightened, but too dazed to run
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
He can smell what can only be described as nutmeg, cinnamon, and clove. The Knight picks him up gently, making sure not to hurt him any more than he is at the moment.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*NGL, the Mother of Puppets would absolutely look like Rosie from Hazbin Hotel mixed with Cruella de Vil: comfy, fluffy furs, cigars, sun hat, then completely normal clothes underneath with a skirt, tie, and dress shirt. Face completely shadowed except for their eyes.*
*So the art piece is gonna be "Kawaii waiter crouched between two shadowy ladies, but one is more opulent while the other is more punk."*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*heya, wanna rp?*
Hi, I'm Anders. I like wreaking havoc in TTRPGs and listening to Swedish Death Metal. I currently am in the process of starting a campaign, GMed by your's truly. Entombed is a great band, you should check 'em out.
Peace, love, and death metal my friends
-Anders
"Resentment, particularly toward the stagnation in this town. This place... it's hard to get things done. It's too comfy, too distracting. An escape with cheap drinks and cuddly kitties for everyone, no matter age, sex, or importance."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels