*Im here, is anyone else? I would love to rp if anyone is here.*
*hi! I’m here :>*
*Do you wanna rp? Hypothetically?*
*sure! Could you start?*
*Okay, I’m feeling nightmarish, so here’s Violence.*
Violence as finished his work for the day, and he’s closing up the Waffle House, shambling around as he finishes cleaning up, humming to himself, muffled by his muzzle.
*Im here, is anyone else? I would love to rp if anyone is here.*
*hi! I’m here :>*
*Do you wanna rp? Hypothetically?*
*sure! Could you start?*
*Okay, I’m feeling nightmarish, so here’s Violence.*
Violence as finished his work for the day, and he’s closing up the Waffle House, shambling around as he finishes cleaning up, humming to himself, muffled by his muzzle.
Violence is being watched. From the vents of the Waffle House, he can see someone peering in at him. Eight eyes staring at him. He can also see the faint glow of a cigarette.
He sighs, and with a flick of his finger a bit of the wood from his broom comes off and shoots into the vents, a warning shot, “If you’re going to smoke, do it in the parking lot.”
He sighs, and with a flick of his finger a bit of the wood from his broom comes off and shoots into the vents, a warning shot, “If you’re going to smoke, do it in the parking lot.”
It sighs, snuffing the cigarette with their finger.
”that is such a silly rule, my good sir.” It says, eyes following him as he moves. The warning shot Violence sent into the vents doesn’t phase the creature at all, it seems.
”but I suppose it’d be unkind of me to disrespect it while here…”
He sighs, and with a flick of his finger a bit of the wood from his broom comes off and shoots into the vents, a warning shot, “If you’re going to smoke, do it in the parking lot.”
It sighs, snuffing the cigarette with their finger.
”that is such a silly rule, my good sir.” It says, eyes following him as he moves. The warning shot Violence sent into the vents doesn’t phase the creature at all, it seems.
”but I suppose it’d be unkind of me to disrespect it while here…”
“That’s the thing about this place, my job isn’t to explain the rules, my job is to enforce them, if you want to complain, complain to the manager. Get out of the vents, we’re closing soon.” He says, putting his broom down, his chains jingling.
He sighs, and with a flick of his finger a bit of the wood from his broom comes off and shoots into the vents, a warning shot, “If you’re going to smoke, do it in the parking lot.”
It sighs, snuffing the cigarette with their finger.
”that is such a silly rule, my good sir.” It says, eyes following him as he moves. The warning shot Violence sent into the vents doesn’t phase the creature at all, it seems.
”but I suppose it’d be unkind of me to disrespect it while here…”
“That’s the thing about this place, my job isn’t to explain the rules, my job is to enforce them, if you want to complain, complain to the manager. Get out of the vents, we’re closing soon.” He says, putting his broom down, his chains jingling.
It scuttles about, to another vent opening he can’t see at the moment, before emerging, unfolding its truck-sized body like it was made of paper. The Mother of puppets scuttles across the ceiling, too fast to keep track of or even see, as it moves to be just behind violence, out of view, on the ceiling.
”aww, you’re no fun~” the mother of puppets says. “I heard you were quite the Nightmare. What’s got you working here, darling?”
He sighs, and with a flick of his finger a bit of the wood from his broom comes off and shoots into the vents, a warning shot, “If you’re going to smoke, do it in the parking lot.”
It sighs, snuffing the cigarette with their finger.
”that is such a silly rule, my good sir.” It says, eyes following him as he moves. The warning shot Violence sent into the vents doesn’t phase the creature at all, it seems.
”but I suppose it’d be unkind of me to disrespect it while here…”
“That’s the thing about this place, my job isn’t to explain the rules, my job is to enforce them, if you want to complain, complain to the manager. Get out of the vents, we’re closing soon.” He says, putting his broom down, his chains jingling.
It scuttles about, to another vent opening he can’t see at the moment, before emerging, unfolding its truck-sized body like it was made of paper. The Mother of puppets scuttles across the ceiling, too fast to keep track of or even see, as it moves to be just behind violence, out of view, on the ceiling.
”aww, you’re no fun~” the mother of puppets says. “I heard you were quite the Nightmare. What’s got you working here, darling?”
“I work here because it’s a location of violence, and somewhere I want to work. You don’t have to treat me like I’m anything special, I’m just a nightmare known for doing bad things.” He begins locking up all of the things around the restaurant, “You are far more interesting than I.”
He sighs, and with a flick of his finger a bit of the wood from his broom comes off and shoots into the vents, a warning shot, “If you’re going to smoke, do it in the parking lot.”
It sighs, snuffing the cigarette with their finger.
”that is such a silly rule, my good sir.” It says, eyes following him as he moves. The warning shot Violence sent into the vents doesn’t phase the creature at all, it seems.
”but I suppose it’d be unkind of me to disrespect it while here…”
“That’s the thing about this place, my job isn’t to explain the rules, my job is to enforce them, if you want to complain, complain to the manager. Get out of the vents, we’re closing soon.” He says, putting his broom down, his chains jingling.
It scuttles about, to another vent opening he can’t see at the moment, before emerging, unfolding its truck-sized body like it was made of paper. The Mother of puppets scuttles across the ceiling, too fast to keep track of or even see, as it moves to be just behind violence, out of view, on the ceiling.
”aww, you’re no fun~” the mother of puppets says. “I heard you were quite the Nightmare. What’s got you working here, darling?”
“I work here because it’s a location of violence, and somewhere I want to work. You don’t have to treat me like I’m anything special, I’m just a nightmare known for doing bad things.” He begins locking up all of the things around the restaurant, “You are far more interesting than I.”
“Oh, really? How kind of you, good sir! But I would looooooooooove to learn more about you, my dear! Pretty please?” The Mother whispers into his hear, suspended from the ceiling by a thread.
He sighs, and with a flick of his finger a bit of the wood from his broom comes off and shoots into the vents, a warning shot, “If you’re going to smoke, do it in the parking lot.”
It sighs, snuffing the cigarette with their finger.
”that is such a silly rule, my good sir.” It says, eyes following him as he moves. The warning shot Violence sent into the vents doesn’t phase the creature at all, it seems.
”but I suppose it’d be unkind of me to disrespect it while here…”
“That’s the thing about this place, my job isn’t to explain the rules, my job is to enforce them, if you want to complain, complain to the manager. Get out of the vents, we’re closing soon.” He says, putting his broom down, his chains jingling.
It scuttles about, to another vent opening he can’t see at the moment, before emerging, unfolding its truck-sized body like it was made of paper. The Mother of puppets scuttles across the ceiling, too fast to keep track of or even see, as it moves to be just behind violence, out of view, on the ceiling.
”aww, you’re no fun~” the mother of puppets says. “I heard you were quite the Nightmare. What’s got you working here, darling?”
“I work here because it’s a location of violence, and somewhere I want to work. You don’t have to treat me like I’m anything special, I’m just a nightmare known for doing bad things.” He begins locking up all of the things around the restaurant, “You are far more interesting than I.”
“Oh, really? How kind of you, good sir! But I would looooooooooove to learn more about you, my dear! Pretty please?” The Mother whispers into his hear, suspended from the ceiling by a thread.
He sits down in one of the booths, smoothing out his hair made of straw, which simply pops back up immediately after, “I am Violence, but you know that much. I choose to work here, though I still take job offers from fellow nightmares, though the work usually isn’t… making waffles.”
Violence is sitting on a rock just outside of town, staring into nothing. He's got nothing better to be doing right now, so he contemplates his own existence, breathing softly, a habit he picked up though he doesn't need to breath at all.
Dib is going for a walk, holding his briefcase as per usual, though he isn't wearing his gloves, allowing his metal hands to be soon. He's already done his hair to look as it always does, ready for the day.
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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.'
“I just crawled out of a river. Several times. Plenty fish there, none of them hurt me.”
He chuckles, "Great, you are probably tired. Come on, I'll get you some coffee or something." He gestures to them to follow his slow shamble.
They do as he motions, following behind. “I take it your comment about the fish was metaphorical?”
"I knew you'd get it. Most Nightmares are based on something, what are you based on?" He asks as he shambles along.
“Fear of a hive mind. You may call it the internet. Fear it will consume everything.”
"Oh that's adorable. So you're quite the young one aren't you?" He says, walking into the waffle house.
“Yes. I’ve been slowly adding ports,” it holds up a small machine so Violence can see, “to things, mostly corpses, so I can hop in the driver’s seat all throughout the country.”
*jesty bestie*
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
“Yes. I’ve been slowly adding ports,” it holds up a small machine so Violence can see, “to things, mostly corpses, so I can hop in the driver’s seat all throughout the country.”
*jesty bestie*
*Nice nickname, I like it.*
He looks at the machine curiously, raising a straw eyebrow before nodding "An interesting idea, you're a dangerous one, maybe not yet, but you certainly will be." He begins to grab things for them "Want anything?"
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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.'
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*Okay, I’m feeling nightmarish, so here’s Violence.*
Violence as finished his work for the day, and he’s closing up the Waffle House, shambling around as he finishes cleaning up, humming to himself, muffled by his muzzle.
Violence is being watched. From the vents of the Waffle House, he can see someone peering in at him. Eight eyes staring at him. He can also see the faint glow of a cigarette.
*Cut for Arch.*
He sighs, and with a flick of his finger a bit of the wood from his broom comes off and shoots into the vents, a warning shot, “If you’re going to smoke, do it in the parking lot.”
It sighs, snuffing the cigarette with their finger.
”that is such a silly rule, my good sir.” It says, eyes following him as he moves. The warning shot Violence sent into the vents doesn’t phase the creature at all, it seems.
”but I suppose it’d be unkind of me to disrespect it while here…”
“That’s the thing about this place, my job isn’t to explain the rules, my job is to enforce them, if you want to complain, complain to the manager. Get out of the vents, we’re closing soon.” He says, putting his broom down, his chains jingling.
It scuttles about, to another vent opening he can’t see at the moment, before emerging, unfolding its truck-sized body like it was made of paper. The Mother of puppets scuttles across the ceiling, too fast to keep track of or even see, as it moves to be just behind violence, out of view, on the ceiling.
”aww, you’re no fun~” the mother of puppets says. “I heard you were quite the Nightmare. What’s got you working here, darling?”
“I work here because it’s a location of violence, and somewhere I want to work. You don’t have to treat me like I’m anything special, I’m just a nightmare known for doing bad things.” He begins locking up all of the things around the restaurant, “You are far more interesting than I.”
“Oh, really? How kind of you, good sir! But I would looooooooooove to learn more about you, my dear! Pretty please?” The Mother whispers into his hear, suspended from the ceiling by a thread.
He sits down in one of the booths, smoothing out his hair made of straw, which simply pops back up immediately after, “I am Violence, but you know that much. I choose to work here, though I still take job offers from fellow nightmares, though the work usually isn’t… making waffles.”
*Oh also, good morning, characters.*
Violence is sitting on a rock just outside of town, staring into nothing. He's got nothing better to be doing right now, so he contemplates his own existence, breathing softly, a habit he picked up though he doesn't need to breath at all.
Dib is going for a walk, holding his briefcase as per usual, though he isn't wearing his gloves, allowing his metal hands to be soon. He's already done his hair to look as it always does, ready for the day.
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.'
A young man with choppy pink hair is strolling through the town square.
A pair of dark, beady eyes are staring out through a nearby vent
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Dib bumps into the young man, continuing to walk after taking a moment to see if he dropped anything and nodding to them.
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.'
The young man doesn't drop anything, and nods back. He does, however, appear to have on him traces of holy water
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He stops his stride to look back to them, tilting his head and looking at the holy water on them, one of his hand fidgeting curiously.
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.'
'Can I... be of assistance?' he asks nervously. 'I'm Quinn, by the way'
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"Where did you get holy water?" He asks, walking over, looking at it closely.
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.'
'Umm, the church? Anyway, why do you want to know?' He doesn't seem particularly convincing.
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"You're lying, you don't have to tell me, I'll figure it out either way." He pulls back, staring them down.
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.'
*jesty bestie*
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*Nice nickname, I like it.*
He looks at the machine curiously, raising a straw eyebrow before nodding "An interesting idea, you're a dangerous one, maybe not yet, but you certainly will be." He begins to grab things for them "Want anything?"
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.'