How much dark energy do they have? If it’s below 9, Jared doesn’t notice anything off, possibly just seeing Alex.
Jared can see me than. I prefer to keep stuff like that to myself, but I will tell something like this if I need to.
Jared sees the nightmare, and immediately yelps, grabbing an empty bottle of beer and preparing to throw it.
As the nightmare approaches, you see the person you love most as a 3-D shadow. They are rejecting you.
He lowers his hand, confused, then just… shocked.
no, it can’t be… she’s dead…
My voice is so monstrous that it sounds like a mountain was grinding along side a piece of metal. I attempt saying “Believe it.” But it is ununderstandable.
“G-get away from me… w-whatever you are…”
I refuse to leave.
“I SAID GET OUT-“ he breaks the glass, trying to threaten it.
he generates 1 dark energy, as he is in a moment of extreme stress.
The nightmare seems to disappear, but a shadow on the ground is moving.
He looks around himself, confused and frightened, ready to bludgeon someone with a jagged piece of glass.
The nightmare goes outside and Alex comes in, (As a human.) and says, “Why do you look so frightened?”
*does Alex have more than 9 dark energy? If so, Jared will be able to see him for what he truly is.*
”I’m sorry-… I thought I saw something…”
*Alex suppresses the dark energy he has as a nightmare so, he does not have 9.*
”What did you see?” He asks nervously.
“W-well… I thought I saw my wife-, but she died a few years back. Was just seein’ things.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
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)
*The session was wonderful. Players attacked a mostly innocent priestess in her own temple and threw her out the window in the dead of night.*
*sounds simply darling! Why’d they attack her?*
*She abused her Nimblewright (robot). It was very lonely and made a friend who ran away, so she took away all of its inventing stuff. Initially, the break-in was just to gather more information from Nim (the Nimblewright), but the priestess heard them. So the mushroom got shot, the horse smashed her with a table, and the skeleton desperately stabilized her as the guard moved in after being called by the goo acolyte. The kobold and the ranger were nowhere to be seen during this.*
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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.
*The session was wonderful. Players attacked a mostly innocent priestess in her own temple and threw her out the window in the dead of night.*
*sounds simply darling! Why’d they attack her?*
*She abused her Nimblewright (robot). It was very lonely and made a friend who ran away, so she took away all of its inventing stuff. Initially, the break-in was just to gather more information from Nim (the Nimblewright), but the priestess heard them. So the mushroom got shot, the horse smashed her with a table, and the skeleton desperately stabilized her as the guard moved in after being called by the goo acolyte. The kobold and the ranger were nowhere to be seen during this.*
*that is certainly an interesting story! I’m glad it went well.*
Chunklo's Cat Cafe is not owned by any man, woman, or other named Chunklo. In fact, it was named after the owner's first cat, a plump maine coon with a love of tea. The cat wasn't even owned, it was a stray that was taken care of by the community. It's been run by "Chunklo's family" since before cat cafes were even a thing, but there is only ever one person working there. It changes hands every decade or so, but whoever is there wants to be there. Possibly the only one who cares about Balios, they always try to improve the dying town, seemingly ignorant to the fact that this place is sinking and taking everyone with it.
Amatarou Ocha, Boba Barista. That's what the metal plaque on the bar reads. He always has a kind and helpful word, a smile, and your favorite drink ready. Animals adore him for whatever reason, and people usually do as well. He's confident in his abilities, and is a point of stability for the people who come in to discuss unusual topics. He hears everything but has the honor to remain utterly silent, or so they say. When called upon, he has more knowledge of the town than anyone reasonably should, despite supposedly moving here two years ago.
Now look at him, feeding his cats. The five cafe cats, all up for rent, and the five shelter cats, all up for free trial and adoption. His "family," no matter the generation, are exactly like him. Different face, different build, different sex even, but always the same. All-knowing, a titan worthy of folklore. Legend says that the place is haunted despite its cozy feel, and the ghosts force the Ocha family back here, into the same role, over and over and over, just to take care of his five immortal cats. It is said that no Ocha child or cat has died in town, despite its long history of riots. They simply sit there at the counter, watching people at their worst and doing nothing to stop it.
Amatarou smiles as he makes himself a pretty complex boba and prepares for a long night. He steeples his plastic-gloved hands and watches out the glass storefront. There are no holy symbols or other supernatural wards keeping him safe. No weapons or bulletproof glass.
He doesn't need protection.
Let them come.
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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.
On the outskirts of town, during dusk, there has been a strange incident. Police surround the area, along with fire fighters. Someone has lit fire to a dry field and multiple trees, which has turned into a blazing inferno. The culprit, a younger woman with a confused expression, has been apprehended. She speaks of a young man smoking a cigar, who handed her a lighter- and then she can’t remember the rest.
they are beginning to contain the fire, minimizing the damage and preventing it from spreading to any buildings.
Chunklo's Cat Cafe is not owned by any man, woman, or other named Chunklo. In fact, it was named after the owner's first cat, a plump maine coon with a love of tea. The cat wasn't even owned, it was a stray that was taken care of by the community. It's been run by "Chunklo's family" since before cat cafes were even a thing, but there is only ever one person working there. It changes hands every decade or so, but whoever is there wants to be there. Possibly the only one who cares about Balios, they always try to improve the dying town, seemingly ignorant to the fact that this place is sinking and taking everyone with it.
Amatarou Ocha, Boba Barista. That's what the metal plaque on the bar reads. He always has a kind and helpful word, a smile, and your favorite drink ready. Animals adore him for whatever reason, and people usually do as well. He's confident in his abilities, and is a point of stability for the people who come in to discuss unusual topics. He hears everything but has the honor to remain utterly silent, or so they say. When called upon, he has more knowledge of the town than anyone reasonably should, despite supposedly moving here two years ago.
Now look at him, feeding his cats. The five cafe cats, all up for rent, and the five shelter cats, all up for free trial and adoption. His "family," no matter the generation, are exactly like him. Different face, different build, different sex even, but always the same. All-knowing, a titan worthy of folklore. Legend says that the place is haunted despite its cozy feel, and the ghosts force the Ocha family back here, into the same role, over and over and over, just to take care of his five immortal cats. It is said that no Ocha child or cat has died in town, despite its long history of riots. They simply sit there at the counter, watching people at their worst and doing nothing to stop it.
Amatarou smiles as he makes himself a pretty complex boba and prepares for a long night. He steeples his plastic-gloved hands and watches out the glass storefront. There are no holy symbols or other supernatural wards keeping him safe. No weapons or bulletproof glass.
He doesn't need protection.
Let them come.
A highschool girl, a freshman, stops by the cafe, a small smile on her face. She’s a regular. She wears Jeans, and a jacket. Her brown hair is tied back into a bun, and she isn’t wearing any makeup.
Chunklo's Cat Cafe is not owned by any man, woman, or other named Chunklo. In fact, it was named after the owner's first cat, a plump maine coon with a love of tea. The cat wasn't even owned, it was a stray that was taken care of by the community. It's been run by "Chunklo's family" since before cat cafes were even a thing, but there is only ever one person working there. It changes hands every decade or so, but whoever is there wants to be there. Possibly the only one who cares about Balios, they always try to improve the dying town, seemingly ignorant to the fact that this place is sinking and taking everyone with it.
Amatarou Ocha, Boba Barista. That's what the metal plaque on the bar reads. He always has a kind and helpful word, a smile, and your favorite drink ready. Animals adore him for whatever reason, and people usually do as well. He's confident in his abilities, and is a point of stability for the people who come in to discuss unusual topics. He hears everything but has the honor to remain utterly silent, or so they say. When called upon, he has more knowledge of the town than anyone reasonably should, despite supposedly moving here two years ago.
Now look at him, feeding his cats. The five cafe cats, all up for rent, and the five shelter cats, all up for free trial and adoption. His "family," no matter the generation, are exactly like him. Different face, different build, different sex even, but always the same. All-knowing, a titan worthy of folklore. Legend says that the place is haunted despite its cozy feel, and the ghosts force the Ocha family back here, into the same role, over and over and over, just to take care of his five immortal cats. It is said that no Ocha child or cat has died in town, despite its long history of riots. They simply sit there at the counter, watching people at their worst and doing nothing to stop it.
Amatarou smiles as he makes himself a pretty complex boba and prepares for a long night. He steeples his plastic-gloved hands and watches out the glass storefront. There are no holy symbols or other supernatural wards keeping him safe. No weapons or bulletproof glass.
He doesn't need protection.
Let them come.
A highschool girl, a freshman, stops by the cafe, a small smile on her face. She’s a regular. She wears Jeans, and a jacket. Her brown hair is tied back into a bun, and she isn’t wearing any makeup.
*I don't have much time, but I want to RP real quick*
Amatarou's pale blue eyes flicker to her. All the cafe cats move from their food to greet her, and most of the shelter cats do as well. He places down her favorite drink on the bar. The order price is listed as "$0.00"
"First tonight. Luck, or perhaps conspiracy?" He smiles too.
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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.
Chunklo's Cat Cafe is not owned by any man, woman, or other named Chunklo. In fact, it was named after the owner's first cat, a plump maine coon with a love of tea. The cat wasn't even owned, it was a stray that was taken care of by the community. It's been run by "Chunklo's family" since before cat cafes were even a thing, but there is only ever one person working there. It changes hands every decade or so, but whoever is there wants to be there. Possibly the only one who cares about Balios, they always try to improve the dying town, seemingly ignorant to the fact that this place is sinking and taking everyone with it.
Amatarou Ocha, Boba Barista. That's what the metal plaque on the bar reads. He always has a kind and helpful word, a smile, and your favorite drink ready. Animals adore him for whatever reason, and people usually do as well. He's confident in his abilities, and is a point of stability for the people who come in to discuss unusual topics. He hears everything but has the honor to remain utterly silent, or so they say. When called upon, he has more knowledge of the town than anyone reasonably should, despite supposedly moving here two years ago.
Now look at him, feeding his cats. The five cafe cats, all up for rent, and the five shelter cats, all up for free trial and adoption. His "family," no matter the generation, are exactly like him. Different face, different build, different sex even, but always the same. All-knowing, a titan worthy of folklore. Legend says that the place is haunted despite its cozy feel, and the ghosts force the Ocha family back here, into the same role, over and over and over, just to take care of his five immortal cats. It is said that no Ocha child or cat has died in town, despite its long history of riots. They simply sit there at the counter, watching people at their worst and doing nothing to stop it.
Amatarou smiles as he makes himself a pretty complex boba and prepares for a long night. He steeples his plastic-gloved hands and watches out the glass storefront. There are no holy symbols or other supernatural wards keeping him safe. No weapons or bulletproof glass.
He doesn't need protection.
Let them come.
A highschool girl, a freshman, stops by the cafe, a small smile on her face. She’s a regular. She wears Jeans, and a jacket. Her brown hair is tied back into a bun, and she isn’t wearing any makeup.
*I don't have much time, but I want to RP real quick*
Amatarou's pale blue eyes flicker to her. All the cafe cats move from their food to greet her, and most of the shelter cats do as well. He places down her favorite drink on the bar. The order price is listed as "$0.00"
"First tonight. Luck, or perhaps conspiracy?" He smiles too.
She smiles. “Thank you so much! I really needed something to drink-… I’m training for a big race.” She says, petting all of the cats individually.
*I don't have much time, but I want to RP real quick*
Amatarou's pale blue eyes flicker to her. All the cafe cats move from their food to greet her, and most of the shelter cats do as well. He places down her favorite drink on the bar. The order price is listed as "$0.00"
"First tonight. Luck, or perhaps conspiracy?" He smiles too.
She smiles. “Thank you so much! I really needed something to drink-… I’m training for a big race.” She says, petting all of the cats individually.
Shrike, Shine, Shriek, Shroud, and Shrive, the cafe cats, are all very happy to see her again. "I heard!" He replies cheerfully. "I think you'll make the top three for sure."
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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.
“W-well… I thought I saw my wife-, but she died a few years back. Was just seein’ things.”
*cut*
“I don’t know how that could have happened.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Yeah… I’m fine, though…”
I say, “ok”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“So… er, did ya get a room at the Willow?”
*hey, could yall try to cut your quote chains a bit earlier? I'm on mobile and it's hard to read*
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 am back!*
*The session was wonderful. Players attacked a mostly innocent priestess in her own temple and threw her out the window in the dead of night.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*sounds simply darling! Why’d they attack her?*
*She abused her Nimblewright (robot). It was very lonely and made a friend who ran away, so she took away all of its inventing stuff. Initially, the break-in was just to gather more information from Nim (the Nimblewright), but the priestess heard them. So the mushroom got shot, the horse smashed her with a table, and the skeleton desperately stabilized her as the guard moved in after being called by the goo acolyte. The kobold and the ranger were nowhere to be seen during this.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*that is certainly an interesting story! I’m glad it went well.*
*10 whole pages in only a few hours, I need to think of something good before too much stuff happens for me to know what's going on ahhhhhhhh*
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Chunklo's Cat Cafe is not owned by any man, woman, or other named Chunklo. In fact, it was named after the owner's first cat, a plump maine coon with a love of tea. The cat wasn't even owned, it was a stray that was taken care of by the community. It's been run by "Chunklo's family" since before cat cafes were even a thing, but there is only ever one person working there. It changes hands every decade or so, but whoever is there wants to be there. Possibly the only one who cares about Balios, they always try to improve the dying town, seemingly ignorant to the fact that this place is sinking and taking everyone with it.
Amatarou Ocha, Boba Barista. That's what the metal plaque on the bar reads. He always has a kind and helpful word, a smile, and your favorite drink ready. Animals adore him for whatever reason, and people usually do as well. He's confident in his abilities, and is a point of stability for the people who come in to discuss unusual topics. He hears everything but has the honor to remain utterly silent, or so they say. When called upon, he has more knowledge of the town than anyone reasonably should, despite supposedly moving here two years ago.
Now look at him, feeding his cats. The five cafe cats, all up for rent, and the five shelter cats, all up for free trial and adoption. His "family," no matter the generation, are exactly like him. Different face, different build, different sex even, but always the same. All-knowing, a titan worthy of folklore. Legend says that the place is haunted despite its cozy feel, and the ghosts force the Ocha family back here, into the same role, over and over and over, just to take care of his five immortal cats. It is said that no Ocha child or cat has died in town, despite its long history of riots. They simply sit there at the counter, watching people at their worst and doing nothing to stop it.
Amatarou smiles as he makes himself a pretty complex boba and prepares for a long night. He steeples his plastic-gloved hands and watches out the glass storefront. There are no holy symbols or other supernatural wards keeping him safe. No weapons or bulletproof glass.
He doesn't need protection.
Let them come.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I love Chunklo’s Cat Cafe.*
*It is filled with Garfs. Your love is required, or the Nightmare King might get agitated.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
On the outskirts of town, during dusk, there has been a strange incident. Police surround the area, along with fire fighters. Someone has lit fire to a dry field and multiple trees, which has turned into a blazing inferno. The culprit, a younger woman with a confused expression, has been apprehended. She speaks of a young man smoking a cigar, who handed her a lighter- and then she can’t remember the rest.
they are beginning to contain the fire, minimizing the damage and preventing it from spreading to any buildings.
A highschool girl, a freshman, stops by the cafe, a small smile on her face. She’s a regular. She wears Jeans, and a jacket. Her brown hair is tied back into a bun, and she isn’t wearing any makeup.
*I don't have much time, but I want to RP real quick*
Amatarou's pale blue eyes flicker to her. All the cafe cats move from their food to greet her, and most of the shelter cats do as well. He places down her favorite drink on the bar. The order price is listed as "$0.00"
"First tonight. Luck, or perhaps conspiracy?" He smiles too.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She smiles. “Thank you so much! I really needed something to drink-… I’m training for a big race.” She says, petting all of the cats individually.
Shrike, Shine, Shriek, Shroud, and Shrive, the cafe cats, are all very happy to see her again. "I heard!" He replies cheerfully. "I think you'll make the top three for sure."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Me and Arch (in order of appearance):*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.