"That's a good one. You seem like a decent soul, Max. There's a surprising number of those around here. I'm rather glad about that. It makes me unsure of who to lend my soul to."
"Hmm..." He considers it for a few seconds, and begins to snap constantly, as if he's just about to form the best idea in a scenario like this. "You could possibly lend your soul out to different people at different times?"
"Well, that's a thought... Perhaps a rotating order? I couldn't possibly divide my soul into pieces. That would be catastrophic for my portfolio." He chuckles, though if his voice was higher it would have been a giggle. "You seem like you'd need it most out of everyone, but I'll give it a few days. You seem trustworthy enough, but I gotta give everyone an equal chance, see. I'll be by your side as long as you need me anyway."
"Thank you. I will appreciate your work." Maxwell nods, seemingly thinking about something, before he exhales a breath and lets the thought go.
"That's a good one. You seem like a decent soul, Max. There's a surprising number of those around here. I'm rather glad about that. It makes me unsure of who to lend my soul to."
"Hmm..." He considers it for a few seconds, and begins to snap constantly, as if he's just about to form the best idea in a scenario like this. "You could possibly lend your soul out to different people at different times?"
"Well, that's a thought... Perhaps a rotating order? I couldn't possibly divide my soul into pieces. That would be catastrophic for my portfolio." He chuckles, though if his voice was higher it would have been a giggle. "You seem like you'd need it most out of everyone, but I'll give it a few days. You seem trustworthy enough, but I gotta give everyone an equal chance, see. I'll be by your side as long as you need me anyway."
"Thank you. I will appreciate your work." Maxwell nods, seemingly thinking about something, before he exhales a breath and lets the thought go.
A smallish, one-room shack made of ashen wood has been erected near the Casino. It has one window and one door directly across from each other. It smells strongly of sandalwood and sweet chili, and smoke drifts out the cracks in the walls. Above the door are the crudely scratched words: "Boogie Woogie - If you need help, step inside"
A smallish, one-room shack made of ashen wood has been erected near the Casino. It has one window and one door directly across from each other. It smells strongly of sandalwood and sweet chili, and smoke drifts out the cracks in the walls. Above the door are the crudely scratched words: "Boogie Woogie - If you need help, step inside"
*Heh.*
The clacking of bones precedes the creature itself. But, as the shack’s inhabitant waits, a deer skull pokes its way through the door. “Hello?” it calls. “Boogie Woogie? Woogie Boogie? Is there some sort of magic spell I’m supposed to be casting here?”
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Build us a door And rest here with me Lights are on But nobody's home... extended sig
A smallish, one-room shack made of ashen wood has been erected near the Casino. It has one window and one door directly across from each other. It smells strongly of sandalwood and sweet chili, and smoke drifts out the cracks in the walls. Above the door are the crudely scratched words: "Boogie Woogie - If you need help, step inside"
*Heh.*
The clacking of bones precedes the creature itself. But, as the shack’s inhabitant waits, a deer skull pokes its way through the door. “Hello?” it calls. “Boogie Woogie? Woogie Boogie? Is there some sort of magic spell I’m supposed to be casting here?”
The floor is covered in pillows, plush toys, comforter blankets, and quits. The entire building is about the size of a large dining room, but is surprisingly tall to accommodate the warped filing cabinets and the single massive inhabitant: a ferret man, bigger than any soul ought to have the right to be, dressed in strange, soft business finery. In place of a desk, the being has a dining table before it. There are no chairs. The only source of light in the room is the window behind the businessferret, through which the Casino light shines between the blinds and half-drawn curtains. Incense burners hang from the ceiling, causing light smoke to drift about the room. The glowing turquoise eyes of the giant stare calmly down at the skeleton.
"No. It's just what people call me most of the time. It's a little silly, but people put their guard down around me because of it."
A black wispy figure shoots through the air, flicking from table to table with a blink of an eye. Red lights stare out where its eyes should be, and it hisses, proceeding to make a clacking sound. The figure wears fancy clothing and a greatsword on their back. The color is all black except for its eyes, as you can only make out their silhouette. Hair falls down their face, and they wear a hood over their hair that covers two large horns sticking out from their head. Wherever they go, they avoid light. Shade Vanale is a well known person here. It threw away most of its soul in gambling deals and is controlled by warring souls that seek to use it for their own means.
(they/it pronouns in case anyone was wondering)
An assistant watches Shade as they flit around. the assistant's mask depicts a sorrowful frown, unlike many of it's kin who bear smiles and laughs.
Shade glances towards the assistant, frowning. They flash around the assistant, inspecting them.
They are fairly small, and hold themselves like a sad child. They don't seem to carry any weaponry. Their head is encased in a metal cage, the spikes of which seem to dig into their neck. Eventually, they speak. "Hello, sinner." Their voice is one of a young girl, choked slightly with tears.
“Sinner…” Shade rasps. “Have I committed any sin that wasn’t simply being unlucky? Luck kills us all. Luck will kill you too. Hmmmmmm…”
"The seven deadly sins... Pride, wrath, lust, sloth, gluttony envy and greed." The assistant says, scratching their mask's right eye. "All who walk the halls of the Casino have committed one of those in their time. After all, we are in hell, are we not?"
Shade holds its head high. “I do not sin.” They say.
"Pride." The assistant says, staring up at Shade. "The first sin ever committed, by Lucifer himself in heaven."
“Shut it. Everyone sins. It was something worse that made me come here.”
"What a change of tone..." The assistant says with a giggle.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
"Curious. Very curious. We seem to be of similar truths. I spent my ages investing in those who bring light to the world. Death shouldn't change that much for me." He smiles. "Even as the world crumbles around us, we can always create harmony."
Alastair is fully sincere.
"I hope so." Alastair says, then extends a hand. "I don't believe I caught your name?"
*gtg*
He shakes Al's hand. "My real name is Douxgras Amatarou. Most know me as Big Boogie Woogie, or the Boogie Woogie Man."
*Bye!*
"A pleasure, Mrr. Amatarou." Al shakes his hand warmly.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
A smallish, one-room shack made of ashen wood has been erected near the Casino. It has one window and one door directly across from each other. It smells strongly of sandalwood and sweet chili, and smoke drifts out the cracks in the walls. Above the door are the crudely scratched words: "Boogie Woogie - If you need help, step inside"
*Heh.*
The clacking of bones precedes the creature itself. But, as the shack’s inhabitant waits, a deer skull pokes its way through the door. “Hello?” it calls. “Boogie Woogie? Woogie Boogie? Is there some sort of magic spell I’m supposed to be casting here?”
The floor is covered in pillows, plush toys, comforter blankets, and quits. The entire building is about the size of a large dining room, but is surprisingly tall to accommodate the warped filing cabinets and the single massive inhabitant: a ferret man, bigger than any soul ought to have the right to be, dressed in strange, soft business finery. In place of a desk, the being has a dining table before it. There are no chairs. The only source of light in the room is the window behind the businessferret, through which the Casino light shines between the blinds and half-drawn curtains. Incense burners hang from the ceiling, causing light smoke to drift about the room. The glowing turquoise eyes of the giant stare calmly down at the skeleton.
"No. It's just what people call me most of the time. It's a little silly, but people put their guard down around me because of it."
The skeleton strolls all the way in, well-dressed in a sparkling black suit and pants. However, in contrast to his clothes, he looks as distraught as a deer skull can. "What sort of help might you offer?"
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Build us a door And rest here with me Lights are on But nobody's home... extended sig
The floor is covered in pillows, plush toys, comforter blankets, and quits. The entire building is about the size of a large dining room, but is surprisingly tall to accommodate the warped filing cabinets and the single massive inhabitant: a ferret man, bigger than any soul ought to have the right to be, dressed in strange, soft business finery. In place of a desk, the being has a dining table before it. There are no chairs. The only source of light in the room is the window behind the businessferret, through which the Casino light shines between the blinds and half-drawn curtains. Incense burners hang from the ceiling, causing light smoke to drift about the room. The glowing turquoise eyes of the giant stare calmly down at the skeleton.
"No. It's just what people call me most of the time. It's a little silly, but people put their guard down around me because of it."
The skeleton strolls all the way in, well-dressed in a sparkling black suit and pants. However, in contrast to his clothes, he looks as distraught as a deer skull can. "What sort of help might you offer?"
The hulking, silhouetted mustelid rubs his chin. "That depends entirely on what you need... and what you want." The door slowly closes behind the skeleton, pushed shut by a shadow on the wall.
The floor is covered in pillows, plush toys, comforter blankets, and quits. The entire building is about the size of a large dining room, but is surprisingly tall to accommodate the warped filing cabinets and the single massive inhabitant: a ferret man, bigger than any soul ought to have the right to be, dressed in strange, soft business finery. In place of a desk, the being has a dining table before it. There are no chairs. The only source of light in the room is the window behind the businessferret, through which the Casino light shines between the blinds and half-drawn curtains. Incense burners hang from the ceiling, causing light smoke to drift about the room. The glowing turquoise eyes of the giant stare calmly down at the skeleton.
"No. It's just what people call me most of the time. It's a little silly, but people put their guard down around me because of it."
The skeleton strolls all the way in, well-dressed in a sparkling black suit and pants. However, in contrast to his clothes, he looks as distraught as a deer skull can. "What sort of help might you offer?"
The hulking, silhouetted mustelid rubs his chin. "That depends entirely on what you need... and what you want." The door slowly closes behind the skeleton, pushed shut by a shadow on the wall.
"What is your desire, stranger?"
"Is this---private? I can't have anyone hearing me."
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Build us a door And rest here with me Lights are on But nobody's home... extended sig
The hulking, silhouetted mustelid rubs his chin. "That depends entirely on what you need... and what you want." The door slowly closes behind the skeleton, pushed shut by a shadow on the wall.
"What is your desire, stranger?"
"Is this---private? I can't have anyone hearing me."
The giant nods. "No one else can hear you, if that's what you're asking. Please, be as honest as you're comfortable with. I didn't get this far by judging my clients."
The hulking, silhouetted mustelid rubs his chin. "That depends entirely on what you need... and what you want." The door slowly closes behind the skeleton, pushed shut by a shadow on the wall.
"What is your desire, stranger?"
"Is this---private? I can't have anyone hearing me."
The giant nods. "No one else can hear you, if that's what you're asking. Please, be as honest as you're comfortable with. I didn't get this far by judging my clients."
"Thank you." The skeleton looks down. "I think...someone's trying to k*ll me ---- well, render me more dead than before is the better way to put it. First it was hemlock in a drink, then I woke up to a knife in my door. I don't know what to do, and I'm sorry for coming to you if you can't help either. I understand. What do you think? Is this coincidence, or is it intentional?"
You see Ken has grown bored of blackjack and is wandering over. “I believe this is quite intentional. They want you to know they’re coming for you. In other words, they’re toying with you.”
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Shoutout to the 2 Crew! - the cast of Not Another D&D Podcast
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. He/Him.
Ravenclaw, bookworm, Lego fanatic, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and the theatre. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
I absolutely love Korean mythology, so if you want to talk about that, feel free to!
You see Ken has grown bored of blackjack and is wandering over. “I believe this is quite intentional. They want you to know they’re coming for you. In other words, they’re toying with you.”
*Uh, I think BW and David (different character of mine) are inside a shack outside of the Casino proper. Maybe Ken wanders in there. Just wonderin'.*
The giant nods. "No one else can hear you, if that's what you're asking. Please, be as honest as you're comfortable with. I didn't get this far by judging my clients."
"Thank you." The skeleton looks down. "I think...someone's trying to k*ll me ---- well, render me more dead than before is the better way to put it. First it was hemlock in a drink, then I woke up to a knife in my door. I don't know what to do, and I'm sorry for coming to you if you can't help either. I understand. What do you think? Is this coincidence, or is it intentional?"
"The important part is that you are anxious about this. Whether it's real or not, you need safety. And I can provide a semblance of that." He places a small, ornate, wooden box on the table. "I can loan you something of mine. My only stipulation is that you do not gamble it away. No betting, no investing. You carry it on your person and you do not let anyone else take it from you."
He drums his fat fingers on the box. "Do you feel like I can trust you with this?"
A behemoth of the underworld stands tall, weighing nearly a ton, their body covered in dark brown fur, with a large lynxlike mane, and several deep yellow stripes. Their upper neck melds into skin, the back of their head into flesh, and the front a cracked brownish skull. Their body is covered in many layers of fat, their weight immense. They stand behind a bar, with over a hundred bottles, twenty books on cocktails, several glasses, so many supplies, a kitchen, and two great weapons.
Bee is a barkeep in the casino, so very sad about how their life ended and how their death is, trying not to indulge in too much alcohol. They've already had too much of everything, why do they need too much alcohol? Seemingly they are called Bee due to their envy and gluttony, as those are their worst traits. They let a weary sigh out, and hit dust of a table with a heavy clawed hand.
"Thank you. I will appreciate your work." Maxwell nods, seemingly thinking about something, before he exhales a breath and lets the thought go.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Seems like a good place to end to me*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A smallish, one-room shack made of ashen wood has been erected near the Casino. It has one window and one door directly across from each other. It smells strongly of sandalwood and sweet chili, and smoke drifts out the cracks in the walls. Above the door are the crudely scratched words: "Boogie Woogie - If you need help, step inside"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Heh.*
The clacking of bones precedes the creature itself. But, as the shack’s inhabitant waits, a deer skull pokes its way through the door. “Hello?” it calls. “Boogie Woogie? Woogie Boogie? Is there some sort of magic spell I’m supposed to be casting here?”
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
The floor is covered in pillows, plush toys, comforter blankets, and quits. The entire building is about the size of a large dining room, but is surprisingly tall to accommodate the warped filing cabinets and the single massive inhabitant: a ferret man, bigger than any soul ought to have the right to be, dressed in strange, soft business finery. In place of a desk, the being has a dining table before it. There are no chairs. The only source of light in the room is the window behind the businessferret, through which the Casino light shines between the blinds and half-drawn curtains. Incense burners hang from the ceiling, causing light smoke to drift about the room. The glowing turquoise eyes of the giant stare calmly down at the skeleton.
"No. It's just what people call me most of the time. It's a little silly, but people put their guard down around me because of it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What a change of tone..." The assistant says with a giggle.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
"A pleasure, Mrr. Amatarou." Al shakes his hand warmly.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
The skeleton strolls all the way in, well-dressed in a sparkling black suit and pants. However, in contrast to his clothes, he looks as distraught as a deer skull can. "What sort of help might you offer?"
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
The hulking, silhouetted mustelid rubs his chin. "That depends entirely on what you need... and what you want." The door slowly closes behind the skeleton, pushed shut by a shadow on the wall.
"What is your desire, stranger?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Is this---private? I can't have anyone hearing me."
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
The giant nods. "No one else can hear you, if that's what you're asking. Please, be as honest as you're comfortable with. I didn't get this far by judging my clients."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Wes, can I make an Innkeep char for the casino?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Ooh, that sounds fun*
Shoutout to the 2 Crew! - the cast of Not Another D&D Podcast
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. He/Him.
Ravenclaw, bookworm, Lego fanatic, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and the theatre. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
I absolutely love Korean mythology, so if you want to talk about that, feel free to!
*Sure! Sounds cool :D*
*And, honestly, idc what happens with chars. This is more of an RP thread than a TSF-type "grow in power" idea.*
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
"Thank you." The skeleton looks down. "I think...someone's trying to k*ll me ---- well, render me more dead than before is the better way to put it. First it was hemlock in a drink, then I woke up to a knife in my door. I don't know what to do, and I'm sorry for coming to you if you can't help either. I understand. What do you think? Is this coincidence, or is it intentional?"
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
You see Ken has grown bored of blackjack and is wandering over. “I believe this is quite intentional. They want you to know they’re coming for you. In other words, they’re toying with you.”
Shoutout to the 2 Crew! - the cast of Not Another D&D Podcast
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. He/Him.
Ravenclaw, bookworm, Lego fanatic, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and the theatre. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
I absolutely love Korean mythology, so if you want to talk about that, feel free to!
*Uh, I think BW and David (different character of mine) are inside a shack outside of the Casino proper. Maybe Ken wanders in there. Just wonderin'.*
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
"The important part is that you are anxious about this. Whether it's real or not, you need safety. And I can provide a semblance of that." He places a small, ornate, wooden box on the table. "I can loan you something of mine. My only stipulation is that you do not gamble it away. No betting, no investing. You carry it on your person and you do not let anyone else take it from you."
He drums his fat fingers on the box. "Do you feel like I can trust you with this?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A behemoth of the underworld stands tall, weighing nearly a ton, their body covered in dark brown fur, with a large lynxlike mane, and several deep yellow stripes. Their upper neck melds into skin, the back of their head into flesh, and the front a cracked brownish skull. Their body is covered in many layers of fat, their weight immense. They stand behind a bar, with over a hundred bottles, twenty books on cocktails, several glasses, so many supplies, a kitchen, and two great weapons.
Bee is a barkeep in the casino, so very sad about how their life ended and how their death is, trying not to indulge in too much alcohol. They've already had too much of everything, why do they need too much alcohol? Seemingly they are called Bee due to their envy and gluttony, as those are their worst traits. They let a weary sigh out, and hit dust of a table with a heavy clawed hand.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*:(*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.