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:13
River lazily dashes forward and makes a slash with his knife, and it takes 23 damage
The cube rushes away and towards Amatarou. To hit:6 Damage: 11
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? YESNO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.) S♡J 2-13-25
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.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
A young man, covered in blood and holy water, is resting by a dead tree
*Is this a intro or is this a comment?*
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
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.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
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
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.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
*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."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
River lazily dashes forward and makes a slash with his knife, and it takes 23 damage
The cube rushes away and towards Amatarou.
To hit:6
Damage: 11
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>?
YES NO
[Enter: A new RP Thread: Anytown, USA] (That's a link.. Please click it.)
S♡J
2-13-25
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: 15 Damage: 7
Attack: 24 Damage: 15
Attack: 19 Damage: 10
Attack: 17 Damage: 11
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Not as much as they could." The cat meows happily. "It was... fun."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I'll try and work on it tomorrow, I gotta go.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"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.
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
A young man, covered in blood and holy water, is resting by a dead tree
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Is this a intro or is this a comment?*
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*idk? They are nearby, you can interact if you want?*
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
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.
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
'Uhhh, who's there?'. He looks pretty frightened, but too dazed to run
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
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.
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*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.
*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.