'Because I did some things that the other folks don't like. Nothing they wouldn't do. But stuff they'd be squeamish about, things they couldn't imagine themselves doing, if you get my drift. Can we talk somewhere else, maybe a bar or something? Don't wanna be out on the street dealing with this kinda stuff. And I really ought to start unpacking my suitcase, see what's in it'
"... I would get me out of here, though my plan was to seem like an innocent civilian. Lead the way and I'll follow. You didn't introduce yourself." He seems to hear something in his head, muttering softly enough not to be heard, speaking to himself, or someone nearby. They can sense Johnny is certainly strong, more than he seems.
'Truth be told, I don't even know who I am anymore. The old me is dead, I know that much. I was given all I need going forward in this suitcase'. Suitcase Guy follows
"You don't know who you are? An unfortunate conundrum, I wouldn't want to live my life relying on whatever may be in that suitcase, I enjoy who I am, and wouldn't want to become anyone else."
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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.'
'Because I did some things that the other folks don't like. Nothing they wouldn't do. But stuff they'd be squeamish about, things they couldn't imagine themselves doing, if you get my drift. Can we talk somewhere else, maybe a bar or something? Don't wanna be out on the street dealing with this kinda stuff. And I really ought to start unpacking my suitcase, see what's in it'
"... I would get me out of here, though my plan was to seem like an innocent civilian. Lead the way and I'll follow. You didn't introduce yourself." He seems to hear something in his head, muttering softly enough not to be heard, speaking to himself, or someone nearby. They can sense Johnny is certainly strong, more than he seems.
'Truth be told, I don't even know who I am anymore. The old me is dead, I know that much. I was given all I need going forward in this suitcase'. Suitcase Guy follows
"You don't know who you are? An unfortunate conundrum, I wouldn't want to live my life relying on whatever may be in that suitcase, I enjoy who I am, and wouldn't want to become anyone else."
'It looks like I haven't a choice. My predecessor is all I have, and he's dead. Now, let's get this case open'
Once they get back above ground, they find that in front of the subway, a corpse is being taken away by an ambulance, and among the crowd of horrified people is the killer. Hard to identify, considering he's making it look like he's a normal civilian that's terrified like everyone else, but with the power coming off of him, he's clearly sensed out by them. He holds a briefcase, where the source of his bond lies within.
Of course, she is horrified too- her fear is genuine, though. Though something in the back of her mind twinges slightly, the other presence in her soul communicating with her not with words, but with feelings. Feelings of hunger. Lanni quickly pushes the thought aside, looking right at the person whose bond she can sense. He can sense that she is bonded with something as well- something inside of her, its mycelia burrowing into her very soul.
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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 guy's voice becomes more confident, a smirk appearing on his face. 'Let go? I don't think so. This mouthpiece is mine, fair and square. I won him. And he won me. I wouldn't call this an escape from my job, in fact, I'd argue that this is my... jurisdiction. I'm not here for a good time, this ain't some kind of joyride, no, I'm here to play the game until it's game over. And hopefully win a fair few followers along the way. We are on the same side, do you not think? To hurt, to maim, to enlighten, to make the folks at home question why they think how they do. And this one? Look in his bag if you want, you'll see my mark all over it. Not that I'm against cooperation with you, of course. We need allies in the fight against those who would have us destroyed'
The Devil talking through the man's body calmly says 'Yes, we are on the same side, but there is a difference between you and me, and that is that you are built with a different set of instincts to myself. I was born in a state of pureness and innocence that even the most enlightened of saints could not rival, whereas you were born into the squalor of our home realm. You act on impulse and with chaos; I act on regulation, and with order. Leaving hell, amassing followers, trying to change the minds of other hellborne, it's all just to rebel against the system, which is within your very nature, yet you mask that with the reasoning of defence against those who would have us purged. Know only this; it is your behaviour that will get you killed, and if you stick to your job, that will not happen. They will always have hatred against you, but will never act on that, as then they would have to answer to me. But if you disrespect my orders, then you no longer have my defence. I have no cares for the wayward renegades destined for slaughter, I just wish to gather my flock back in so we can return to business. That said, it is your choice if you wish to stay. I was generous enough to ask once, and I am above begging just to save the life of a single lowly demon. Your support below does not amount to much value.' With that, the Devil turns and leaves, still controlling the man's body until he's a decent distance away, until he drops back and releases his consciousness back to him. 'God, you didn't have to take control there, I was getting to it! It's no fun if you'll just take over before I can fully terrify some folk! Besides, I thought you wanted the demons back in so you didn't get in trouble with the High Council?' He listens to his thoughts for a moment, and then sighs 'Okay...well I wouldn't have that mentality for every demon we encounter...'
The guy opens his suitcase up on the table. Inside are two tuxedos, several pairs of sunglasses, a load of monochrome casual clothes, a copy of Othello by Shakespeare, a passport, a mobile phone, bank card, and a laminated picture of a red telephone
Once they get back above ground, they find that in front of the subway, a corpse is being taken away by an ambulance, and among the crowd of horrified people is the killer. Hard to identify, considering he's making it look like he's a normal civilian that's terrified like everyone else, but with the power coming off of him, he's clearly sensed out by them. He holds a briefcase, where the source of his bond lies within.
Of course, she is horrified too- her fear is genuine, though. Though something in the back of her mind twinges slightly, the other presence in her soul communicating with her not with words, but with feelings. Feelings of hunger. Lanni quickly pushes the thought aside, looking right at the person whose bond she can sense. He can sense that she is bonded with something as well- something inside of her, its mycelia burrowing into her very soul.
Upon making eye contact, they can immediately tell he did it, and doesn't feel shaken the slightest by it. He makes it through the crowd towards them, using getting away from the corpse as an excuse, he makes a sideward motion with his head, as if he wants to get somewhere else and speak to them, a private matter with their souls being... less than pristine.
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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.'
A guy in the subway seems to be watching the spores
He can see that most of the spores- the ones that land in somewhere brightly lit or dry or both- quickly shrivel up and die. However, the one or two that land in spots both dark and damp, nestled in the cracks of the concrete, seem to remain alive.
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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 guy's voice becomes more confident, a smirk appearing on his face. 'Let go? I don't think so. This mouthpiece is mine, fair and square. I won him. And he won me. I wouldn't call this an escape from my job, in fact, I'd argue that this is my... jurisdiction. I'm not here for a good time, this ain't some kind of joyride, no, I'm here to play the game until it's game over. And hopefully win a fair few followers along the way. We are on the same side, do you not think? To hurt, to maim, to enlighten, to make the folks at home question why they think how they do. And this one? Look in his bag if you want, you'll see my mark all over it. Not that I'm against cooperation with you, of course. We need allies in the fight against those who would have us destroyed'
The Devil talking through the man's body calmly says 'Yes, we are on the same side, but there is a difference between you and me, and that is that you are built with a different set of instincts to myself. I was born in a state of pureness and innocence that even the most enlightened of saints could not rival, whereas you were born into the squalor of our home realm. You act on impulse and with chaos; I act on regulation, and with order. Leaving hell, amassing followers, trying to change the minds of other hellborne, it's all just to rebel against the system, which is within your very nature, yet you mask that with the reasoning of defence against those who would have us purged. Know only this; it is your behaviour that will get you killed, and if you stick to your job, that will not happen. They will always have hatred against you, but will never act on that, as then they would have to answer to me. But if you disrespect my orders, then you no longer have my defence. I have no cares for the wayward renegades destined for slaughter, I just wish to gather my flock back in so we can return to business. That said, it is your choice if you wish to stay. I was generous enough to ask once, and I am above begging just to save the life of a single lowly demon. Your support below does not amount to much value.' With that, the Devil turns and leaves, still controlling the man's body until he's a decent distance away, until he drops back and releases his consciousness back to him. 'God, you didn't have to take control there, I was getting to it! It's no fun if you'll just take over before I can fully terrify some folk! Besides, I thought you wanted the demons back in so you didn't get in trouble with the High Council?' He listens to his thoughts for a moment, and then sighs 'Okay...well I wouldn't have that mentality for every demon we encounter...'
The guy opens his suitcase up on the table. Inside are two tuxedos, several pairs of sunglasses, a load of monochrome casual clothes, a copy of Othello by Shakespeare, a passport, a mobile phone, bank card, and a laminated picture of a red telephone
He looks at the assortment of things curiously, petting his sniper rifle as he thinks absentmindedly "Are you sure you weren't scammed out of your old life?"
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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.'
Once they get back above ground, they find that in front of the subway, a corpse is being taken away by an ambulance, and among the crowd of horrified people is the killer. Hard to identify, considering he's making it look like he's a normal civilian that's terrified like everyone else, but with the power coming off of him, he's clearly sensed out by them. He holds a briefcase, where the source of his bond lies within.
Of course, she is horrified too- her fear is genuine, though. Though something in the back of her mind twinges slightly, the other presence in her soul communicating with her not with words, but with feelings. Feelings of hunger. Lanni quickly pushes the thought aside, looking right at the person whose bond she can sense. He can sense that she is bonded with something as well- something inside of her, its mycelia burrowing into her very soul.
Upon making eye contact, they can immediately tell he did it, and doesn't feel shaken the slightest by it. He makes it through the crowd towards them, using getting away from the corpse as an excuse, he makes a sideward motion with his head, as if he wants to get somewhere else and speak to them, a private matter with their souls being... less than pristine.
She takes a second, before she too steps away from the crowd, partly because she genuinely doesn't want to stay anywhere near the scene of the crime. She's somewhat curious, admittedly, but also very much on guard.
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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 guy opens his suitcase up on the table. Inside are two tuxedos, several pairs of sunglasses, a load of monochrome casual clothes, a copy of Othello by Shakespeare, a passport, a mobile phone, bank card, and a laminated picture of a red telephone
He looks at the assortment of things curiously, petting his sniper rifle as he thinks absentmindedly "Are you sure you weren't scammed out of your old life?"
'More than scammed, all right. Kidnapped, locked up, tortured, made to kill. That's a crime, you know. Murder under duress. The cops are after me. I've been through hell, and they want to put me in prison for it.'
Once they get back above ground, they find that in front of the subway, a corpse is being taken away by an ambulance, and among the crowd of horrified people is the killer. Hard to identify, considering he's making it look like he's a normal civilian that's terrified like everyone else, but with the power coming off of him, he's clearly sensed out by them. He holds a briefcase, where the source of his bond lies within.
Of course, she is horrified too- her fear is genuine, though. Though something in the back of her mind twinges slightly, the other presence in her soul communicating with her not with words, but with feelings. Feelings of hunger. Lanni quickly pushes the thought aside, looking right at the person whose bond she can sense. He can sense that she is bonded with something as well- something inside of her, its mycelia burrowing into her very soul.
Upon making eye contact, they can immediately tell he did it, and doesn't feel shaken the slightest by it. He makes it through the crowd towards them, using getting away from the corpse as an excuse, he makes a sideward motion with his head, as if he wants to get somewhere else and speak to them, a private matter with their souls being... less than pristine.
She takes a second, before she too steps away from the crowd, partly because she genuinely doesn't want to stay anywhere near the scene of the crime. She's somewhat curious, admittedly, but also very much on guard.
He leads them back into the subway, just enough to be away and out of sight. He puts down his briefcase, giving them a friendly smile "A fellow soulkept, nice to meet you." He holds out a gloved hand, his smile genuine enough.
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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.'
The guy opens his suitcase up on the table. Inside are two tuxedos, several pairs of sunglasses, a load of monochrome casual clothes, a copy of Othello by Shakespeare, a passport, a mobile phone, bank card, and a laminated picture of a red telephone
He looks at the assortment of things curiously, petting his sniper rifle as he thinks absentmindedly "Are you sure you weren't scammed out of your old life?"
'More than scammed, all right. Kidnapped, locked up, tortured, made to kill. That's a crime, you know. Murder under duress. The cops are after me. I've been through hell, and they want to put me in prison for it.'
"You are killing, but I'm no man to judge, I'm not forced to do my killings, I just do them by choice." He says, beginning to take apart and clean the gun with a smile on his face, "Too bad the cops know who you are."
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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.'
The guy opens his suitcase up on the table. Inside are two tuxedos, several pairs of sunglasses, a load of monochrome casual clothes, a copy of Othello by Shakespeare, a passport, a mobile phone, bank card, and a laminated picture of a red telephone
He looks at the assortment of things curiously, petting his sniper rifle as he thinks absentmindedly "Are you sure you weren't scammed out of your old life?"
'More than scammed, all right. Kidnapped, locked up, tortured, made to kill. That's a crime, you know. Murder under duress. The cops are after me. I've been through hell, and they want to put me in prison for it.'
"You are killing, but I'm no man to judge, I'm not forced to do my killings, I just do them by choice." He says, beginning to take apart and clean the gun with a smile on his face, "Too bad the cops know who you are."
'They know who I was. This new identity, I can use to defy them at every turn. I'll kill more, if I have to. My bridge back to the 'normal' world was burned long ago'
Upon making eye contact, they can immediately tell he did it, and doesn't feel shaken the slightest by it. He makes it through the crowd towards them, using getting away from the corpse as an excuse, he makes a sideward motion with his head, as if he wants to get somewhere else and speak to them, a private matter with their souls being... less than pristine.
She takes a second, before she too steps away from the crowd, partly because she genuinely doesn't want to stay anywhere near the scene of the crime. She's somewhat curious, admittedly, but also very much on guard.
He leads them back into the subway, just enough to be away and out of sight. He puts down his briefcase, giving them a friendly smile "A fellow soulkept, nice to meet you." He holds out a gloved hand, his smile genuine enough.
She produces a glove from her coat pocket, putting it on her hand before shaking his- partly to prevent infecting him, partly to prevent incriminating herself with any of the victim's blood. "I'd say the same, though I wish we could have met under less... murder-y circumstances." She responds. "I'm Lanni. And you?"
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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 guy opens his suitcase up on the table. Inside are two tuxedos, several pairs of sunglasses, a load of monochrome casual clothes, a copy of Othello by Shakespeare, a passport, a mobile phone, bank card, and a laminated picture of a red telephone
He looks at the assortment of things curiously, petting his sniper rifle as he thinks absentmindedly "Are you sure you weren't scammed out of your old life?"
'More than scammed, all right. Kidnapped, locked up, tortured, made to kill. That's a crime, you know. Murder under duress. The cops are after me. I've been through hell, and they want to put me in prison for it.'
"You are killing, but I'm no man to judge, I'm not forced to do my killings, I just do them by choice." He says, beginning to take apart and clean the gun with a smile on his face, "Too bad the cops know who you are."
'They know who I was. This new identity, I can use to defy them at every turn. I'll kill more, if I have to. My bridge back to the 'normal' world was burned long ago'
"If you aren't careful about you killings, they will know who you are. Take an alias, it makes things much easier than having no name at all, and don't mutter in public."
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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.'
* PS did y'all know that scientists brought back a direwolf from extinction*
A teenager with natural red hair wearing a black hoodie and ripped jeans runs past the subway leaving a small clump of fur. The clump of fur looks different than a dog and more like a wolf. The teen stops at a missing dog poster.
It seems as though.... He's laughing?
Meet Jason Danis a teen who is controlled by lycanthropy.
Jason is sometimes unstable meaning he'll might laugh at anything like a missing person poster, missing pet poster, people crying, and any sad situation.
Upon making eye contact, they can immediately tell he did it, and doesn't feel shaken the slightest by it. He makes it through the crowd towards them, using getting away from the corpse as an excuse, he makes a sideward motion with his head, as if he wants to get somewhere else and speak to them, a private matter with their souls being... less than pristine.
She takes a second, before she too steps away from the crowd, partly because she genuinely doesn't want to stay anywhere near the scene of the crime. She's somewhat curious, admittedly, but also very much on guard.
He leads them back into the subway, just enough to be away and out of sight. He puts down his briefcase, giving them a friendly smile "A fellow soulkept, nice to meet you." He holds out a gloved hand, his smile genuine enough.
She produces a glove from her coat pocket, putting it on her hand before shaking his- partly to prevent infecting him, partly to prevent incriminating herself with any of the victim's blood. "I'd say the same, though I wish we could have met under less... murder-y circumstances." She responds. "I'm Lanni. And you?"
He gives them a firm and friendly handshake, his British accent as soft as his voice, but clear enough to be heard, "Johnny Cash, not the famous musician, considering I look more like John Lennon." He chuckles just the smallest bit, "It was just a matter of being something I was asked to do. The pleasure is all mine, Lanni." He bows.
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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.'
The guy opens his suitcase up on the table. Inside are two tuxedos, several pairs of sunglasses, a load of monochrome casual clothes, a copy of Othello by Shakespeare, a passport, a mobile phone, bank card, and a laminated picture of a red telephone
He looks at the assortment of things curiously, petting his sniper rifle as he thinks absentmindedly "Are you sure you weren't scammed out of your old life?"
'More than scammed, all right. Kidnapped, locked up, tortured, made to kill. That's a crime, you know. Murder under duress. The cops are after me. I've been through hell, and they want to put me in prison for it.'
"You are killing, but I'm no man to judge, I'm not forced to do my killings, I just do them by choice." He says, beginning to take apart and clean the gun with a smile on his face, "Too bad the cops know who you are."
'They know who I was. This new identity, I can use to defy them at every turn. I'll kill more, if I have to. My bridge back to the 'normal' world was burned long ago'
"If you aren't careful about you killings, they will know who you are. Take an alias, it makes things much easier than having no name at all, and don't mutter in public."
'What's an alias? I'm an alias now. I could be anything, say, this book could be my life story. I'm not going by anything recognisable to my past life, that's for sure. I'm sure my predecessor has it all worked out for me'
"You don't know who you are? An unfortunate conundrum, I wouldn't want to live my life relying on whatever may be in that suitcase, I enjoy who I am, and wouldn't want to become anyone else."
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.)
'It looks like I haven't a choice. My predecessor is all I have, and he's dead. Now, let's get this case open'
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He puts his briefcase down in a corner of the bar, opening it back up and taking out his sniper, his bond "Why not."
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.)
Of course, she is horrified too- her fear is genuine, though. Though something in the back of her mind twinges slightly, the other presence in her soul communicating with her not with words, but with feelings. Feelings of hunger. Lanni quickly pushes the thought aside, looking right at the person whose bond she can sense. He can sense that she is bonded with something as well- something inside of her, its mycelia burrowing into her very soul.
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 Devil talking through the man's body calmly says 'Yes, we are on the same side, but there is a difference between you and me, and that is that you are built with a different set of instincts to myself. I was born in a state of pureness and innocence that even the most enlightened of saints could not rival, whereas you were born into the squalor of our home realm. You act on impulse and with chaos; I act on regulation, and with order. Leaving hell, amassing followers, trying to change the minds of other hellborne, it's all just to rebel against the system, which is within your very nature, yet you mask that with the reasoning of defence against those who would have us purged. Know only this; it is your behaviour that will get you killed, and if you stick to your job, that will not happen. They will always have hatred against you, but will never act on that, as then they would have to answer to me. But if you disrespect my orders, then you no longer have my defence. I have no cares for the wayward renegades destined for slaughter, I just wish to gather my flock back in so we can return to business. That said, it is your choice if you wish to stay. I was generous enough to ask once, and I am above begging just to save the life of a single lowly demon. Your support below does not amount to much value.' With that, the Devil turns and leaves, still controlling the man's body until he's a decent distance away, until he drops back and releases his consciousness back to him. 'God, you didn't have to take control there, I was getting to it! It's no fun if you'll just take over before I can fully terrify some folk! Besides, I thought you wanted the demons back in so you didn't get in trouble with the High Council?' He listens to his thoughts for a moment, and then sighs 'Okay...well I wouldn't have that mentality for every demon we encounter...'
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
Borvnir Chelvnich: Black Dragonborn Barbarian: Dragons of Stormwreck Isle
Pushover Gerilwitz: Tiefling Wizard: Acquisitions Incorporated
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DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist and The Hunt for the Balowang!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
The guy opens his suitcase up on the table. Inside are two tuxedos, several pairs of sunglasses, a load of monochrome casual clothes, a copy of Othello by Shakespeare, a passport, a mobile phone, bank card, and a laminated picture of a red telephone
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Upon making eye contact, they can immediately tell he did it, and doesn't feel shaken the slightest by it. He makes it through the crowd towards them, using getting away from the corpse as an excuse, he makes a sideward motion with his head, as if he wants to get somewhere else and speak to them, a private matter with their souls being... less than pristine.
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.)
He can see that most of the spores- the ones that land in somewhere brightly lit or dry or both- quickly shrivel up and die. However, the one or two that land in spots both dark and damp, nestled in the cracks of the concrete, seem to remain alive.
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)
'Um, okay. Sure'
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He looks at the assortment of things curiously, petting his sniper rifle as he thinks absentmindedly "Are you sure you weren't scammed out of your old life?"
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 takes a second, before she too steps away from the crowd, partly because she genuinely doesn't want to stay anywhere near the scene of the crime. She's somewhat curious, admittedly, but also very much on guard.
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)
'More than scammed, all right. Kidnapped, locked up, tortured, made to kill. That's a crime, you know. Murder under duress. The cops are after me. I've been through hell, and they want to put me in prison for it.'
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
He leads them back into the subway, just enough to be away and out of sight. He puts down his briefcase, giving them a friendly smile "A fellow soulkept, nice to meet you." He holds out a gloved hand, his smile genuine enough.
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.)
"You are killing, but I'm no man to judge, I'm not forced to do my killings, I just do them by choice." He says, beginning to take apart and clean the gun with a smile on his face, "Too bad the cops know who you are."
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.)
'They know who I was. This new identity, I can use to defy them at every turn. I'll kill more, if I have to. My bridge back to the 'normal' world was burned long ago'
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She produces a glove from her coat pocket, putting it on her hand before shaking his- partly to prevent infecting him, partly to prevent incriminating herself with any of the victim's blood. "I'd say the same, though I wish we could have met under less... murder-y circumstances." She responds. "I'm Lanni. And you?"
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)
"If you aren't careful about you killings, they will know who you are. Take an alias, it makes things much easier than having no name at all, and don't mutter in public."
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.)
* harry Potter and house of Anubis*
* PS did y'all know that scientists brought back a direwolf from extinction*
A teenager with natural red hair wearing a black hoodie and ripped jeans runs past the subway leaving a small clump of fur. The clump of fur looks different than a dog and more like a wolf. The teen stops at a missing dog poster.
It seems as though.... He's laughing?
Meet Jason Danis a teen who is controlled by lycanthropy.
Jason is sometimes unstable meaning he'll might laugh at anything like a missing person poster, missing pet poster, people crying, and any sad situation.
Artise🖌️🎨
Totally not part Asian🍜
Has cars (cats) 🐱🐈🐈⬛😸😹😺😻😼😽😾😿🙀
He gives them a firm and friendly handshake, his British accent as soft as his voice, but clear enough to be heard, "Johnny Cash, not the famous musician, considering I look more like John Lennon." He chuckles just the smallest bit, "It was just a matter of being something I was asked to do. The pleasure is all mine, Lanni." He bows.
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.)
'What's an alias? I'm an alias now. I could be anything, say, this book could be my life story. I'm not going by anything recognisable to my past life, that's for sure. I'm sure my predecessor has it all worked out for me'
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