"You aren't any kind of creature I'm familiar with. You seem to be really powerful, given that you can turn into a sea serpent, but you also seem quite reserved despite that, showing that you also have inner strength. Most people with that kind of power would kind of... use it wherever they go. Even people like me without magic tend to get caught up in bodybuilding and such."
He beams "You are amazing! Truly a perfection made real in the world of perception." He clasps his hands together, chuckling "Truly TRULY wonderful."
He smiles and blushes slightly. "Heh, you should see me with ghosts and demons. Even with my missing eye, most people can't match my expertise in paranormal investigation. I'm guessing you're either a dragon or an aberration? I've been studying fey recently, and while they come in so many flavors, your beauty seems to be more genuine than many fey would tolerate, seelie or unseelie."
"You aren't any kind of creature I'm familiar with. You seem to be really powerful, given that you can turn into a sea serpent, but you also seem quite reserved despite that, showing that you also have inner strength. Most people with that kind of power would kind of... use it wherever they go. Even people like me without magic tend to get caught up in bodybuilding and such."
He beams "You are amazing! Truly a perfection made real in the world of perception." He clasps his hands together, chuckling "Truly TRULY wonderful."
He smiles and blushes slightly. "Heh, you should see me with ghosts and demons. Even with my missing eye, most people can't match my expertise in paranormal investigation. I'm guessing you're either a dragon or an aberration? I've been studying fey recently, and while they come in so many flavors, your beauty seems to be more genuine than many fey would tolerate, seelie or unseelie."
"As, you flatter me. I am draconic but I was once human." He smiled "I can imagine, you seem intelligent, practiced, and ready... If I were a betting man I would wager you are some sort of hunter."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
He smiles and blushes slightly. "Heh, you should see me with ghosts and demons. Even with my missing eye, most people can't match my expertise in paranormal investigation. I'm guessing you're either a dragon or an aberration? I've been studying fey recently, and while they come in so many flavors, your beauty seems to be more genuine than many fey would tolerate, seelie or unseelie."
"As, you flatter me. I am draconic but I was once human." He smiled "I can imagine, you seem intelligent, practiced, and ready... If I were a betting man I would wager you are some sort of hunter."
"Of course. But a lot of people conflate hunting with extermination. I admire my prey, even if they could easily become the hunter should I make even a small mistake. I'd make an easy mark for most malevolent entities, really. My field experience is lacking, and I rely too much on my weapons. Most monster hunters end up joining a guild to learn proprietary techniques and build a brand, but they don't trust me yet. I make donuts and coffee, and the guilds see hospitality as weakness." He takes the bag of holding off his back and begins to rifle through it.
"What about you? You seem really well-versed, given that you understand what I'm saying. I'm not very coherent in the eyes of normal people."
Porter is tiredly browsing at the market. His pockets jingle with coins.
A guy in a hazmat suit is going round with a clipboard. 'Excuse me, I'm with maintenance. Could you fill out this quick survey?'. He seems pretty bored with his job
Porter is tiredly browsing at the market. His pockets jingle with coins.
A guy in a hazmat suit is going round with a clipboard. 'Excuse me, I'm with maintenance. Could you fill out this quick survey?'. He seems pretty bored with his job
He looks up. "No, and you're not." He stops walking, but doesn't maintain eye contact, still looking around at the stalls.
Porter is tiredly browsing at the market. His pockets jingle with coins.
A guy in a hazmat suit is going round with a clipboard. 'Excuse me, I'm with maintenance. Could you fill out this quick survey?'. He seems pretty bored with his job
He looks up. "No, and you're not." He stops walking, but doesn't maintain eye contact, still looking around at the stalls.
'Look, sir, I got a job to do. And your feedback will help to improve the ship and keep it safe? You could be entered into a draw to win a 20 dollar gift voucher'
He looks up. "No, and you're not." He stops walking, but doesn't maintain eye contact, still looking around at the stalls.
'Look, sir, I got a job to do. And your feedback will help to improve the ship and keep it safe? You could be entered into a draw to win a 20 dollar gift voucher'
"You aren't part of the maintenance crew. Holding a clipboard and wearing protective gear is a good start, but you need to... you're not even a humanoid, are you? Fiend, right?" He reaches into his bag and starts rooting around.
He smiles and blushes slightly. "Heh, you should see me with ghosts and demons. Even with my missing eye, most people can't match my expertise in paranormal investigation. I'm guessing you're either a dragon or an aberration? I've been studying fey recently, and while they come in so many flavors, your beauty seems to be more genuine than many fey would tolerate, seelie or unseelie."
"As, you flatter me. I am draconic but I was once human." He smiled "I can imagine, you seem intelligent, practiced, and ready... If I were a betting man I would wager you are some sort of hunter."
"Of course. But a lot of people conflate hunting with extermination. I admire my prey, even if they could easily become the hunter should I make even a small mistake. I'd make an easy mark for most malevolent entities, really. My field experience is lacking, and I rely too much on my weapons. Most monster hunters end up joining a guild to learn proprietary techniques and build a brand, but they don't trust me yet. I make donuts and coffee, and the guilds see hospitality as weakness." He takes the bag of holding off his back and begins to rifle through it.
"What about you? You seem really well-versed, given that you understand what I'm saying. I'm not very coherent in the eyes of normal people."
"I don't see that at all, I see someone who knows something but their mouth can't catch up to their mind." He leans against the railing on deck "You don't get to live eons upon eons without picking up some sort of dialect it seems, mine started off small and meager but slowly picked up. Now I speak all sorts of languages, though my celestial isn't as good as I would like." He laughed lightly, flexing his fingers. The tips of his black nails turned sharp then back to dull like liquid ink.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
He looks up. "No, and you're not." He stops walking, but doesn't maintain eye contact, still looking around at the stalls.
'Look, sir, I got a job to do. And your feedback will help to improve the ship and keep it safe? You could be entered into a draw to win a 20 dollar gift voucher'
"You aren't part of the maintenance crew. Holding a clipboard and wearing protective gear is a good start, but you need to... you're not even a humanoid, are you? Fiend, right?" He reaches into his bag and starts rooting around.
'It's complicated. Fiend occupying a human body. Not that much original is left, had to get my limbs regrown by my bosses. Which means that now I owe them big time'.
"Of course. But a lot of people conflate hunting with extermination. I admire my prey, even if they could easily become the hunter should I make even a small mistake. I'd make an easy mark for most malevolent entities, really. My field experience is lacking, and I rely too much on my weapons. Most monster hunters end up joining a guild to learn proprietary techniques and build a brand, but they don't trust me yet. I make donuts and coffee, and the guilds see hospitality as weakness." He takes the bag of holding off his back and begins to rifle through it.
"What about you? You seem really well-versed, given that you understand what I'm saying. I'm not very coherent in the eyes of normal people."
"I don't see that at all, I see someone who knows something but their mouth can't catch up to their mind." He leans against the railing on deck "You don't get to live eons upon eons without picking up some sort of dialect it seems, mine started off small and meager but slowly picked up. Now I speak all sorts of languages, though my celestial isn't as good as I would like." He laughed lightly, flexing his fingers. The tips of his black nails turned sharp then back to dull like liquid ink.
He watches the nails. "That's really cool. I don't know any celestial at all, but I do know Infernal, Abyssal, and recently, Sylvan. I also know coffee and donuts, but those aren't the same type of language, are they?" He giggles. "You seem to be really good at shapeshifting. Doing individual parts is difficult for dragons, druids, and a lot of other magical creatures."
"You aren't part of the maintenance crew. Holding a clipboard and wearing protective gear is a good start, but you need to... you're not even a humanoid, are you? Fiend, right?" He reaches into his bag and starts rooting around.
'It's complicated. Fiend occupying a human body. Not that much original is left, had to get my limbs regrown by my bosses. Which means that now I owe them big time'.
He hands out a survey sheet to a random passer-by
"Guessing those are soul contracts with an invisible Illusory Script in the fine print?" He draws a massive bow-gun(?) hybrid from the bag. "Nice trick. Not really very nice."
"Of course. But a lot of people conflate hunting with extermination. I admire my prey, even if they could easily become the hunter should I make even a small mistake. I'd make an easy mark for most malevolent entities, really. My field experience is lacking, and I rely too much on my weapons. Most monster hunters end up joining a guild to learn proprietary techniques and build a brand, but they don't trust me yet. I make donuts and coffee, and the guilds see hospitality as weakness." He takes the bag of holding off his back and begins to rifle through it.
"What about you? You seem really well-versed, given that you understand what I'm saying. I'm not very coherent in the eyes of normal people."
"I don't see that at all, I see someone who knows something but their mouth can't catch up to their mind." He leans against the railing on deck "You don't get to live eons upon eons without picking up some sort of dialect it seems, mine started off small and meager but slowly picked up. Now I speak all sorts of languages, though my celestial isn't as good as I would like." He laughed lightly, flexing his fingers. The tips of his black nails turned sharp then back to dull like liquid ink.
He watches the nails. "That's really cool. I don't know any celestial at all, but I do know Infernal, Abyssal, and recently, Sylvan. I also know coffee and donuts, but those aren't the same type of language, are they?" He giggles. "You seem to be really good at shapeshifting. Doing individual parts is difficult for dragons, druids, and a lot of other magical creatures."
"Mostly I just compress my body into something smaller, easier to maintain that something huge." He smirked "Less of a mess that way."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
"You aren't part of the maintenance crew. Holding a clipboard and wearing protective gear is a good start, but you need to... you're not even a humanoid, are you? Fiend, right?" He reaches into his bag and starts rooting around.
'It's complicated. Fiend occupying a human body. Not that much original is left, had to get my limbs regrown by my bosses. Which means that now I owe them big time'.
He hands out a survey sheet to a random passer-by
"Guessing those are soul contracts with an invisible Illusory Script in the fine print?" He draws a massive bow-gun(?) hybrid from the bag. "Nice trick. Not really very nice."
'No, no, no, it's not like that at all! Invisible fine print is a violation of Section 29 of the C.A.T.O Code of Practice. Truth is, we're looking for a stowaway on the ship, a potentially dangerous one, and we want to know if anyone has seen anything that might point out his whereabouts'
He watches the nails. "That's really cool. I don't know any celestial at all, but I do know Infernal, Abyssal, and recently, Sylvan. I also know coffee and donuts, but those aren't the same type of language, are they?" He giggles. "You seem to be really good at shapeshifting. Doing individual parts is difficult for dragons, druids, and a lot of other magical creatures."
"Mostly I just compress my body into something smaller, easier to maintain that something huge." He smirked "Less of a mess that way."
His eye widens, and his other one almost opens, giving a glimpse of black, swirling glass for a split second. "Big, huh?" His paws are shaking again. "I always wanted to be big, but I didn't eat enough as a kid. Dad took most of the food."
"Guessing those are soul contracts with an invisible Illusory Script in the fine print?" He draws a massive bow-gun(?) hybrid from the bag. "Nice trick. Not really very nice."
'No, no, no, it's not like that at all! Invisible fine print is a violation of Section 29 of the C.A.T.O Code of Practice. Truth is, we're looking for a stowaway on the ship, a potentially dangerous one, and we want to know if anyone has seen anything that might point out his whereabouts'
"I see. So you're one of those guys? Pretty dangerous business. Bad time to be an exorcist, huh?" He starts looking between a shell and a very large bullet he removed from his bag, one in each paw. He holds them out to the hazmat. "What do you think?"
"Guessing those are soul contracts with an invisible Illusory Script in the fine print?" He draws a massive bow-gun(?) hybrid from the bag. "Nice trick. Not really very nice."
'No, no, no, it's not like that at all! Invisible fine print is a violation of Section 29 of the C.A.T.O Code of Practice. Truth is, we're looking for a stowaway on the ship, a potentially dangerous one, and we want to know if anyone has seen anything that might point out his whereabouts'
"I see. So you're one of those guys? Pretty dangerous business. Bad time to be an exorcist, huh?" He starts looking between a shell and a very large bullet he removed from his bag, one in each paw. He holds them out to the hazmat. "What do you think?"
'Look, I don't want to be shot, if this is a threat. I'd just appreciate it if you, I don't know, kept your ear to the ground. Perhaps the man we are looking for is a demon?'
*Classic Iago phrasing, 'potentially dangerous' 'perhaps a demon'. Suggesting all kinds of things, but never actually telling his stooges what to think*
"I see. So you're one of those guys? Pretty dangerous business. Bad time to be an exorcist, huh?" He starts looking between a shell and a very large bullet he removed from his bag, one in each paw. He holds them out to the hazmat. "What do you think?"
'Look, I don't want to be shot, if this is a threat. I'd just appreciate it if you, I don't know, kept your ear to the ground. Perhaps the man we are looking for is a demon?'
*Classic Iago phrasing, 'potentially dangerous' 'perhaps a demon'. Suggesting all kinds of things, but never actually telling his stooges what to think*
"It's not a threat. It's not even a warning. I'm asking which one you think is better. And don't worry, I always keep my ear to the ground. But I'm best with spirits, especially the malignant kind." He closes his eye. "Okay, you can take one of them, and I promise I won't use it for the next 24 hours."
*Really beautiful, really. You have to admire him at least a little.*
He watches the nails. "That's really cool. I don't know any celestial at all, but I do know Infernal, Abyssal, and recently, Sylvan. I also know coffee and donuts, but those aren't the same type of language, are they?" He giggles. "You seem to be really good at shapeshifting. Doing individual parts is difficult for dragons, druids, and a lot of other magical creatures."
"Mostly I just compress my body into something smaller, easier to maintain that something huge." He smirked "Less of a mess that way."
His eye widens, and his other one almost opens, giving a glimpse of black, swirling glass for a split second. "Big, huh?" His paws are shaking again. "I always wanted to be big, but I didn't eat enough as a kid. Dad took most of the food."
"I can make you seem big but it won't last for long. More so a spell to alter you for a time."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
"I see. So you're one of those guys? Pretty dangerous business. Bad time to be an exorcist, huh?" He starts looking between a shell and a very large bullet he removed from his bag, one in each paw. He holds them out to the hazmat. "What do you think?"
'Look, I don't want to be shot, if this is a threat. I'd just appreciate it if you, I don't know, kept your ear to the ground. Perhaps the man we are looking for is a demon?'
*Classic Iago phrasing, 'potentially dangerous' 'perhaps a demon'. Suggesting all kinds of things, but never actually telling his stooges what to think*
"It's not a threat. It's not even a warning. I'm asking which one you think is better. And don't worry, I always keep my ear to the ground. But I'm best with spirits, especially the malignant kind." He closes his eye. "Okay, you can take one of them, and I promise I won't use it for the next 24 hours."
*Really beautiful, really. You have to admire him at least a little.*
'Probably the bullet. Thank you, sir, and have a pleasant day'
He smiles and blushes slightly. "Heh, you should see me with ghosts and demons. Even with my missing eye, most people can't match my expertise in paranormal investigation. I'm guessing you're either a dragon or an aberration? I've been studying fey recently, and while they come in so many flavors, your beauty seems to be more genuine than many fey would tolerate, seelie or unseelie."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"As, you flatter me. I am draconic but I was once human." He smiled "I can imagine, you seem intelligent, practiced, and ready... If I were a betting man I would wager you are some sort of hunter."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Of course. But a lot of people conflate hunting with extermination. I admire my prey, even if they could easily become the hunter should I make even a small mistake. I'd make an easy mark for most malevolent entities, really. My field experience is lacking, and I rely too much on my weapons. Most monster hunters end up joining a guild to learn proprietary techniques and build a brand, but they don't trust me yet. I make donuts and coffee, and the guilds see hospitality as weakness." He takes the bag of holding off his back and begins to rifle through it.
"What about you? You seem really well-versed, given that you understand what I'm saying. I'm not very coherent in the eyes of normal people."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Porter is tiredly browsing at the market. His pockets jingle with coins.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
A guy in a hazmat suit is going round with a clipboard. 'Excuse me, I'm with maintenance. Could you fill out this quick survey?'. He seems pretty bored with his job
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He looks up. "No, and you're not." He stops walking, but doesn't maintain eye contact, still looking around at the stalls.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Look, sir, I got a job to do. And your feedback will help to improve the ship and keep it safe? You could be entered into a draw to win a 20 dollar gift voucher'
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"You aren't part of the maintenance crew. Holding a clipboard and wearing protective gear is a good start, but you need to... you're not even a humanoid, are you? Fiend, right?" He reaches into his bag and starts rooting around.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"I don't see that at all, I see someone who knows something but their mouth can't catch up to their mind." He leans against the railing on deck "You don't get to live eons upon eons without picking up some sort of dialect it seems, mine started off small and meager but slowly picked up. Now I speak all sorts of languages, though my celestial isn't as good as I would like." He laughed lightly, flexing his fingers. The tips of his black nails turned sharp then back to dull like liquid ink.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'It's complicated. Fiend occupying a human body. Not that much original is left, had to get my limbs regrown by my bosses. Which means that now I owe them big time'.
He hands out a survey sheet to a random passer-by
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He watches the nails. "That's really cool. I don't know any celestial at all, but I do know Infernal, Abyssal, and recently, Sylvan. I also know coffee and donuts, but those aren't the same type of language, are they?" He giggles. "You seem to be really good at shapeshifting. Doing individual parts is difficult for dragons, druids, and a lot of other magical creatures."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Guessing those are soul contracts with an invisible Illusory Script in the fine print?" He draws a massive bow-gun(?) hybrid from the bag. "Nice trick. Not really very nice."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Mostly I just compress my body into something smaller, easier to maintain that something huge." He smirked "Less of a mess that way."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'No, no, no, it's not like that at all! Invisible fine print is a violation of Section 29 of the C.A.T.O Code of Practice. Truth is, we're looking for a stowaway on the ship, a potentially dangerous one, and we want to know if anyone has seen anything that might point out his whereabouts'
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His eye widens, and his other one almost opens, giving a glimpse of black, swirling glass for a split second. "Big, huh?" His paws are shaking again. "I always wanted to be big, but I didn't eat enough as a kid. Dad took most of the food."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"I see. So you're one of those guys? Pretty dangerous business. Bad time to be an exorcist, huh?" He starts looking between a shell and a very large bullet he removed from his bag, one in each paw. He holds them out to the hazmat. "What do you think?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'Look, I don't want to be shot, if this is a threat. I'd just appreciate it if you, I don't know, kept your ear to the ground. Perhaps the man we are looking for is a demon?'
*Classic Iago phrasing, 'potentially dangerous' 'perhaps a demon'. Suggesting all kinds of things, but never actually telling his stooges what to think*
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"It's not a threat. It's not even a warning. I'm asking which one you think is better. And don't worry, I always keep my ear to the ground. But I'm best with spirits, especially the malignant kind." He closes his eye. "Okay, you can take one of them, and I promise I won't use it for the next 24 hours."
*Really beautiful, really. You have to admire him at least a little.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"I can make you seem big but it won't last for long. More so a spell to alter you for a time."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Probably the bullet. Thank you, sir, and have a pleasant day'
*gtg. And yeah, that's why I like to play him!*
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