He sees a lone woman, clad in bloodstained gothic clothes, walking nearby, completely alone
He tilts his head silently, before beginning to walk over to them, looking down at them, seemingly with concern.
She turns to face him, and he can see the wounds on her arms and chest, and smell the stench of death emanating from her. She drops the guitar, seemingly in panic
He looks down at them, understanding why they may be panicking at the sight of him. He speaks, his voice surprisingly soft and friendly, "I'm not going to hurt you, someone else already has it seems."
She seems to calm down upon hearing his soft voice, and says "oh... yeah, you're about 11 years late to hurt me if you were going to..."
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He sees a lone woman, clad in bloodstained gothic clothes, walking nearby, completely alone
He tilts his head silently, before beginning to walk over to them, looking down at them, seemingly with concern.
She turns to face him, and he can see the wounds on her arms and chest, and smell the stench of death emanating from her. She drops the guitar, seemingly in panic
He looks down at them, understanding why they may be panicking at the sight of him. He speaks, his voice surprisingly soft and friendly, "I'm not going to hurt you, someone else already has it seems."
She seems to calm down upon hearing his soft voice, and says "oh... yeah, you're about 11 years late to hurt me if you were going to..."
"I hate to inform you that isn't true." He says, smiling behind his muzzle, showing rows of... human teeth "I'm a nightmare, after all. Nice to meet you."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
He sees a lone woman, clad in bloodstained gothic clothes, walking nearby, completely alone
He tilts his head silently, before beginning to walk over to them, looking down at them, seemingly with concern.
She turns to face him, and he can see the wounds on her arms and chest, and smell the stench of death emanating from her. She drops the guitar, seemingly in panic
He looks down at them, understanding why they may be panicking at the sight of him. He speaks, his voice surprisingly soft and friendly, "I'm not going to hurt you, someone else already has it seems."
She seems to calm down upon hearing his soft voice, and says "oh... yeah, you're about 11 years late to hurt me if you were going to..."
"I hate to inform you that isn't true." He says, smiling behind his muzzle, showing rows of... human teeth "I'm a nightmare, after all. Nice to meet you."
"Oh? Same actually... you are?"
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"He has no idea about this, and he will think he's just being attacked for no reason until someone informs him." He gets a broom from the closet and begins to clean up. "Don't worry about staying dead. I have no use for a car, so I think I'll just drive it off the Beach." The blood begins to pool and drizzle onto the floor. "But if you kill any of my other friends, I'll up the pressure and the time. Or you could just ask, if it gets boring for you and you desire a novel kind of pain. I'll make diamonds of you two yet."
He stands up, "You're on, Cat-Face." He walks over to the door and turns with a wicked grin on his face, "And what if you die?"
"At that point, there wouldn't be a town left to worry about. But under those circumstances, I guess you'd have to decide what you do." He closes his eyes slowly. "And please, take care of yourself. I care." He continues sweeping.
"Alright then, see you around." He leaves the shop and soon the throbbing sound of his engine can be heard. He eyes a white envelope lying on his dashboard and smiles. The red impala drives away, the steady beat of music pouring out of its windows:
There's a storm rolling in... Parking tickets blown by the wind... Each bolt strikes down a insurance salesmen... Their screams fill my ears with tears... Salty drops pierce the earth... Stagnant puddles on cracked cement... Roof is leaking stinking grime... Plugged the hole with divorce papers... Up to my knees in festering time...
*I have to leave now. Things sure have taken an interesting turn.*
The phone begins to ring. Normally it's just for outgoing calls.
He sighs, getting up, he's the only one here this early, so he answers the phone, his voice friendly and soft, though a little tired "Waffle House."
"Morning, Violence." It's an equally soft and friendly voice on the other end. If he knows Amatarou, he recognizes the voice. "I need a little help with something, and I was hoping to acquire your expertise. A little something to do on your off hours, you know?"
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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.
"At that point, there wouldn't be a town left to worry about. But under those circumstances, I guess you'd have to decide what you do." He closes his eyes slowly. "And please, take care of yourself. I care." He continues sweeping.
"Alright then, see you around." He leaves the shop and soon the throbbing sound of his engine can be heard. He eyes a white envelope lying on his dashboard and smiles. The red impala drives away, the steady beat of music pouring out of its windows:
There's a storm rolling in... Parking tickets blown by the wind... Each bolt strikes down a insurance salesmen... Their screams fill my ears with tears... Salty drops pierce the earth... Stagnant puddles on cracked cement... Roof is leaking stinking grime... Plugged the hole with divorce papers... Up to my knees in festering time...
*I have to leave now. Things sure have taken an interesting turn.*
*Indeed, thank you for 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 fair is once again full of people working to set up all the myriad attractions, though there only seemed to be anyone there after sunset. The fairgrounds also seem to have grown larger since yesterday.
Meanwhile, the Architect is wandering Balios under the cover of darkness, looking around for whatever catches her interest- and making sure to keep a few eyes out for any other powerful Nightmares in the area.
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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.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The phone begins to ring. Normally it's just for outgoing calls.
He sighs, getting up, he's the only one here this early, so he answers the phone, his voice friendly and soft, though a little tired "Waffle House."
"Morning, Violence." It's an equally soft and friendly voice on the other end. If he knows Amatarou, he recognizes the voice. "I need a little help with something, and I was hoping to acquire your expertise. A little something to do on your off hours, you know?"
He sighs, rubbing his straw hair to smooth it out, though it immediately sticks back up, taking his hands off the phone, holding it with his shoulder and head, "You want someone hurt. Always business when you call, isn't it? Morning, Amatarou."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Just called Violence, the fear of hurting and being hurt. You don't seem well, could use company. That's why I'm here."
"Ah. Well, I'm Melissa. Nice to meet you"
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"Just called Violence, the fear of hurting and being hurt. You don't seem well, could use company. That's why I'm here."
"Ah. Well, I'm Melissa. Nice to meet you"
"Nice to meet you the same, Melissa." He holds out a hand.
She shakes it, then picks up her guitar
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"Morning, Violence." It's an equally soft and friendly voice on the other end. If he knows Amatarou, he recognizes the voice. "I need a little help with something, and I was hoping to acquire your expertise. A little something to do on your off hours, you know?"
He sighs, rubbing his straw hair to smooth it out, though it immediately sticks back up, taking his hands off the phone, holding it with his shoulder and head, "You want someone hurt. Always business when you call, isn't it? Morning, Amatarou."
"I prefer in-person meetings for just talking. But yeah, I need some violence done, and I bet my four prized Kamaitachi sickles that you can make it happen. I don't need anyone killed, I just want you to put some pressure on Hazmat and Twisted Metal out here. You'll be paid by the hour and given a bonus if you keep going 'till the end of the month. This is personal, so I am literally wagering my sickles to you. If you can get Iago and Roadkill Charlie out in the open at the end of the month without anyone else dying, you can have all four. Consider it a star rating, but with Artefacts."
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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 fair is once again full of people working to set up all the myriad attractions, though there only seemed to be anyone there after sunset. The fairgrounds also seem to have grown larger since yesterday.
Meanwhile, the Architect is wandering Balios under the cover of darkness, looking around for whatever catches her interest- and making sure to keep a few eyes out for any other powerful Nightmares in the area.
She 'runs into' Amatarou again. He's in human guise, sitting on a bench and hunched forward with his fingers steepled as usual. "Hey, I uh... might need some help from a master of fright. Could I offer you a wager?" He's got a large roll of black cloth beside him.
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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.
"Morning, Violence." It's an equally soft and friendly voice on the other end. If he knows Amatarou, he recognizes the voice. "I need a little help with something, and I was hoping to acquire your expertise. A little something to do on your off hours, you know?"
He sighs, rubbing his straw hair to smooth it out, though it immediately sticks back up, taking his hands off the phone, holding it with his shoulder and head, "You want someone hurt. Always business when you call, isn't it? Morning, Amatarou."
"I prefer in-person meetings for just talking. But yeah, I need some violence done, and I bet my four prized Kamaitachi sickles that you can make it happen. I don't need anyone killed, I just want you to put some pressure on Hazmat and Twisted Metal out here. You'll be paid by the hour and given a bonus if you keep going 'till the end of the month. This is personal, so I am literally wagering my sickles to you. If you can get Iago and Roadkill Charlie out in the open at the end of the month without anyone else dying, you can have all four. Consider it a star rating, but with Artefacts."
They can practically hear the silence over the phone, awed by the offer and mulling it over in his mind for a moment as his foot before to tap, "You don't want them dead, so I'll keep the chains and muzzle on, I don't want to risk accidentally killing them or any collateral, but I'll take the job. I haven't met either of them before, so I'll take some time figuring one who, when do you need me to start?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
She seems to calm down upon hearing his soft voice, and says "oh... yeah, you're about 11 years late to hurt me if you were going to..."
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
He sighs, getting up, he's the only one here this early, so he answers the phone, his voice friendly and soft, though a little tired "Waffle House."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I hate to inform you that isn't true." He says, smiling behind his muzzle, showing rows of... human teeth "I'm a nightmare, after all. Nice to meet you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Oh? Same actually... you are?"
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
"Alright then, see you around." He leaves the shop and soon the throbbing sound of his engine can be heard. He eyes a white envelope lying on his dashboard and smiles. The red impala drives away, the steady beat of music pouring out of its windows:
There's a storm rolling in... Parking tickets blown by the wind... Each bolt strikes down a insurance salesmen... Their screams fill my ears with tears... Salty drops pierce the earth... Stagnant puddles on cracked cement... Roof is leaking stinking grime... Plugged the hole with divorce papers... Up to my knees in festering time...
*I have to leave now. Things sure have taken an interesting turn.*
"Morning, Violence." It's an equally soft and friendly voice on the other end. If he knows Amatarou, he recognizes the voice. "I need a little help with something, and I was hoping to acquire your expertise. A little something to do on your off hours, you know?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Indeed, thank you for this*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey Arch, wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I really want to, but I have school in a bit and need to get ready. I’ll be back like 3:30 PST.*
*Alright, I think I can wait that long for you, my darling.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Just called Violence, the fear of hurting and being hurt. You don't seem well, could use company. That's why I'm here."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Good morning, everyone!*
The fair is once again full of people working to set up all the myriad attractions, though there only seemed to be anyone there after sunset. The fairgrounds also seem to have grown larger since yesterday.
Meanwhile, the Architect is wandering Balios under the cover of darkness, looking around for whatever catches her interest- and making sure to keep a few eyes out for any other powerful Nightmares in the area.
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)
He sighs, rubbing his straw hair to smooth it out, though it immediately sticks back up, taking his hands off the phone, holding it with his shoulder and head, "You want someone hurt. Always business when you call, isn't it? Morning, Amatarou."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Ah. Well, I'm Melissa. Nice to meet you"
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
"Nice to meet you the same, Melissa." He holds out a hand.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
She shakes it, then picks up her guitar
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
Despite how scrawny he appears, his strength is crushing, and feels bottomless "Oh, you play the guitar? I play the Bango."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I prefer in-person meetings for just talking. But yeah, I need some violence done, and I bet my four prized Kamaitachi sickles that you can make it happen. I don't need anyone killed, I just want you to put some pressure on Hazmat and Twisted Metal out here. You'll be paid by the hour and given a bonus if you keep going 'till the end of the month. This is personal, so I am literally wagering my sickles to you. If you can get Iago and Roadkill Charlie out in the open at the end of the month without anyone else dying, you can have all four. Consider it a star rating, but with Artefacts."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She 'runs into' Amatarou again. He's in human guise, sitting on a bench and hunched forward with his fingers steepled as usual. "Hey, I uh... might need some help from a master of fright. Could I offer you a wager?" He's got a large roll of black cloth beside him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They can practically hear the silence over the phone, awed by the offer and mulling it over in his mind for a moment as his foot before to tap, "You don't want them dead, so I'll keep the chains and muzzle on, I don't want to risk accidentally killing them or any collateral, but I'll take the job. I haven't met either of them before, so I'll take some time figuring one who, when do you need me to start?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)