Kevin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52 
Physical Description: Kevin is a non-descript man, dressed in a suit.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 18:15:13 GMT -8
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Post by Kevin on Oct 22, 2015 13:27:04 GMT -8
Kevin goes over the jewelry with a critical eye. "Yeah, these do seem valuable." He reaches under the bar, and pulls out a bag, which clicks and jingles oddly. He reaches into the bag, and pulls out four Eclipses, seven Suns, and three Moons, which he hands to Ravven. "These tokens are used in the Midnight Sun in lieu of other currency. It's easier, given the wide range of clientele we cater to. Our poor dealers don't have to balance bets in Free City and Katashiman currency, etc."
Kevin proceeds to give Ravven a quick primer on the currency system, and their equivalent values.
"If you need to exchange them for regular currency, you can do so at the desk in the inn section."
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Oct 22, 2015 14:35:36 GMT -8
Reese was quite flabbergasted when the man tore the eye right from his socket, but managed to hide it quite well. A skull was an excellent poker face, to the chagrin of the few people who would still play cards with him.
The boney head nodded enthusiastically. "It is indeed possible! Here, here, give me a few minutes. I'll be a bit, er, distracted. It's a good thing there's someone else in here, isn't it. Please, make yourself comfortable."
A hand was extended to receive the eye. If it was placed in his palm, he'd examine it carefully. This was a unique challenge. Reese normally worked with crystal or glass, as the structure was relatively standard throughout. Once one was accustomed to working with a certain type, it was fairly easy to adjust the strands of magic to compensate. A piece of organic matter was terribly intricate, and difficult to apply his normal brand of power to. Fortunately, the flesh came from an inherently magical being. There was a framework to build upon.
He considered holding off until later and walking Skarlet through the process, but soon discarded the idea. Not only was his form of magic rarely useful to those without his particular affliction, but this would be master-level work. Without a background, it would be a load of pointless information. The tutelage he would provide would simply have to cover other areas.
A net was carefully stretched across the interior of the eye, binding to the anchoring points the innate magic provided. Reese was able to expand outwards from there, filling in the empty space with twists and snarls of carefully-woven enchantment. He worked in silence, temporarily oblivious to whatever conversation was being held.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Oct 22, 2015 20:56:17 GMT -8
The demon nodded in recognition of Reese's announcement, carefully removing his hat and placing it on the ground so as to get a bit more comfortable, it seemed he was going to be hear for a bit.
"Well then well met Miss Skarlet, it's good to hear that I won't be learning the ropes of the place all by my lonesome. Though I'm a little bit worried that I'll be left in the dust before long, you seem like a bright young lady and I'm sure you'll pick up on the swing of things in no time."
Maelik then moved to get a bit closer in order to make the conversation a bit more casual, though he was careful not to get too close. After all, nobody appreciates a creep who invades their personal space.
"Though I do pity your inability to enjoy the culinary exploits of we humble cooks, the myriad of cascading flavors that collide upon the proper preparation and presentation of only the most choice of ingredients is one of my dearest pleasures. Second only to watching the faces of those who I delight with my art of course, well that and showing those tasteless ruffians who sully the name of my new place of work with their rowdiness." Maelik raised his chin at that last remark, a glint of the purest, most vicious and evil excitement burning behind his one remaining red orb of an eye.
"Not that I'm meant to deal with any close minded, hateful, oafish brutes myself, I'm just not cut out for combat though I'd still give them a piece of my mind if I had to!" he quickly finished in a rushed tone as his gaze fell down to the floor. But it remained there for only a brief moment before rising back up to meet refocus on the vampire, his tongue suddenly sliding out of his closed mouth only to dart back in like that of a snake.
"Hmm... You smell, oh how to put it? Fresh? If it is not too presumptuous of me say, how long ago were you turned? In fact, if you'd prefer we can make a game of it, we can take turns asking each other questions! It'll be a good way to get to know each other... Oh but I'm getting ahead of myself, you still haven't even agreed to the first part of my request, pardon my exuberance... I tend to get a bit excited..." he said abashedly, his left foot making little circle on the floor below.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035 
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Oct 22, 2015 21:32:18 GMT -8
"Eheh, I dunno about bright..." I think he means smart, not bright like light from the sun. "But thank you."
When Ulciscor moved closer Skarlet got a closer look at his empty eye socket, it was hard to look away from it's hypnotic emptiness. "Well, not everything tastes dull to me, some stuff tastes alright! Like this thing I ate at a dock, it was some sort of meat on a stick covered in some sort of fried breading."
Junk Food!
"You're seem very passionate about what you do Mr. Ulciscor." Skarlet smiles then gets confused when he says about smelling fresh. "Huh?? I dunno what you mean by that, what do you smell?!?"
Skarlet feels uneasy and smells herself. Did she smell like sex? No, can't be, she bathed after her time with Francesco. She looked back up when he explained further. "Oh. It's been almost a year since I've been... well, I guess dead isn't quite correct. It was right around this time of year when my former self died in that dungeon, I could see one of the first red leaves of autumn had fallen through the small window hole. It's kinda strange, I remember my death day, but not the day I was born..."
The vampire's expression didn't seem to be too upset despite thinking of such a dark memory. She's mostly gotten over it due to recent happy memories.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Oct 22, 2015 22:26:21 GMT -8
Tongue once more flicking out with a *thwip* the demon dared to lean in closer to get an actual sniff of Skarlet, though he was wise enough to break eye contact for the act.
"Well, I mean to say that you don't have quite the same musk as others of your kind, a sort of diluted scent that usually only comes from the newly spawned ones. Not that I'm an expert on the undead or anything, I've just been kicking around for as long as I have. In fact I've learned most of my techniques from the people who first thought them up! It's served as my hobby and my educator as it's taught me a few valuable lessons on patience and precision. I owe a lot to the art of cooking and as such I treat it with the reverence it deserves."
Backing off a tad the demon smoothed out a crease in his suit and tilted his head a bit to the side as Skarlet explained her past and cataloged the information, it seemed like it could one day prove to be of great importance.
"I'm sorry to hear that my dear, it's a pity when a facet of your life is simply erased from your mind's eye, though I suppose since you're not too bent up on it that you've come to grips with the issue already. Still, I'd like for you to know that even though we've only just met I'll always be willing to lend my ear to your troubles and a helping hand if you need it." The demon's voice lowered to an empathetic coo as he played his hand at comforting the young vampire, though in his heart he new that any such attempts were ultimately futile. His fatherly demeanor was most likely not all that welcomed in the first place and he assumed that she would most likely find him to be more tedious than helpful.
However even knowing all this he couldn't help it, Skarlet reminded him far too much of his own long dead children to separate himself from that doting mannerism. The demon leaned in close once again and further lowered his voice to a mere whisper. "Even if said help is just here at the bar. After all, we newbies gotta look after eachother," he said with a wink, doing his best to alleviate some of the tension from the conversation.
"But I'm guessing you don't want an old man bothering you with his doting any longer than you have to so go on ahead and take you turn. Ask me anything."
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Oct 22, 2015 22:36:24 GMT -8
"Uh, sure, I guess." Skarlet thinks of what to say to Ulciscor. "Well, uhh, would you mind saying what manner of being you are? You certainly aren't a human from what I've seen."
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Oct 22, 2015 22:52:04 GMT -8
Maelik brought a hand to his chin and raised a brow in a goofy, quizzical expression.
"Oh come on you're being too easy on me, I'm a demon! Mind you I don't go about causing mayhem and havoc like a lunatic so I don't consider myself much of a fiend. Although there was that one time back before the Cataclysm where I cursed all the spoons in a village to perpetually scoot outside the reach of anybody reaching for one. From then on they had to eat soup with a fork..." He giggled a bit as he recalled the fond memories.
"Okay then back to me. How are you faring in town? Do you have many friends?"
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Oct 22, 2015 23:21:54 GMT -8
Cursed Spoons?!
"Wow, so a demon, huh? Sounds fitting that a demon would know how to cook." Skarlet plays with her hair, thinking on Maelik's question. "I've only gone out twice since I've been here, and I don't really know the city well. So no, I don't have any friends. When I became a vampire I was ravenous all the time and didn't think of people as anything more than food, but I've grown out of it."
Skarlet then remembers Francesco and blushes. "Although, when I did go out for the first time I did meet someone. It was a rainy day and I was looking up at the sky, thinking about how it would suck if the sun happened to peek out at me at that exact moment, and he bumped into me. Right into my bad arm."
She smiles thinking about the scene when they met. "I yelled at him and called him an idiot for not watching where he was going. He apologized and started being concerned for me and my injury. I was pissed at him, but his kindness got me out of it and he invited inside his family tavern to get out of the rain."
"His name's Francesco, and he often says words I don't understand, he's a foreigner. He's something special, not like other humans I've encountered. He was very kind and gentle toward me, and for the first time in forever I didn't just feel like a cold body." Skarlet hands were held together in front of her still heart and her eyes were closed as she fantasized about Francesco.
"Oh, It's been days since I last saw him! I should try to get out there and see him again... he's probably wondering about me."
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Oct 22, 2015 23:45:38 GMT -8
Maelik digested Skarlet's words with a stern look on his face, nodding every so often and grunting in agreement when she told him of this Francesco's caring attitude.
"If he has a noodle in his noggin he'd best be thinking of you, it's not everyday that a person stumbles into such a sweet heart as you." He said with a good humored chuckle as he lightly knocked his fist against his head.
"But in all seriousness I'm glad to hear that you've met somebody acceptable in this cold, lonely world. Especially one with such a fondness for manners, it's truly shocking to hear of people who lack the decency to invite a slighted pedestrian for a cup of tea when they inconvenience them. Rightly horrifying that is... But I digress, if he causes you any grief you just come to me and I'll straighten him out for you with a few words from 'Love' and 'The Recognized Penal And Punishment System Of The Fifth Circle And The Occasional Rain Cloud!" He exclaimed whilst raising his left and right fists respectively, shooting off a few purposefully amateurish punches into the air.
"Alright then, your turn. Unless your wanna shoot over to say hello to lover boy, because while I'm cool with that I can't promise I won't follow you to take a gander at the fellow. Hell, if he's as good as you say he is you might have some competition on your hands!" Maeik said as he laughed once more.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Oct 23, 2015 0:01:59 GMT -8
"Oh no, I couldn't now. I have to stay as long as Mr. Reese wants me to." Skarlet looks back at Reese to see what his progress was on Ulciscor's eye, it it had finished while they were conversing. She also re-positions her right arm back in it's proper place in the sling, since she moved it.
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Ravven Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 65
Age: 17
Physical Description: Around 5'9 tall and an extremely thin build. Features pure white hair like all Fletchers and has blue eyes. Most would consider him good looking, except for the fact he usually wears a downturned expression. His back has a number of strange symbols on it.
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Clothes and Equipment: He wears a plain black shirt along with black pants, both quite light and easily to move around in. Over these he wears a grey colored cloak complete with a hood that is waterproof and also quite light. His boots are quite well made, sturdy and also possessing excellent traction. It should be noted his cloak has a number of pockets in it, which he puts to good use. Various objects like a lockpick, compass, and other useful small objects are kept inside it.
For weapons, he carries a sturdy walking staff made of a strange type of wood that is a pale white color. It is taller than he is and enchanted in some way as it will block swords and other weapons without taking any notable damage. He also carries poison daggers, poison blow darts, and packets of various poisons and medicines.
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Registered: Oct 21, 2015 16:41:47 GMT -8
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Post by Ravven Fletcher on Oct 23, 2015 6:59:33 GMT -8
Ravven accepted the money from Kevin, placing it in a coin purse.
"I thank you for your assistance Bartender, you have been much nicer to me than most these days. I suspect I may be here for a while. This place seems safer than most, to the likes of me at least." Ravven gave a bitter laugh at this.
Making his way over to the Inn section, he ordered what Kevin suggested and sat in an empty corner of the room as he waited for his food. His hand shook slightly as he pulled out a map. A very popular craftsmans store was circled on the map. He cursed under his breath and shoved the map back into his pocket.
He refused to let the blasted demon inside him control him anymore... He was now the one in control, not it. However, even as he thought this, he could hear it laughing at him in his head. All Ravven could do was grind his teeth in frustration as he waited for the laughter to stop.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 25, 2024 14:36:50 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2015 14:02:41 GMT -8
Drude hears a terrible noise. Screaming. Anguish.
Enjoyable.
But wait, this was not some murder in an alleyway – no, it was coming from Hasdrubal's! Perhaps this should have been obvious? He should probably check it, all the same. It could be another insane angel, demon, fallen angel, lesser deity...
<Exit to Hasrubal's Lair>
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Oct 24, 2015 0:40:38 GMT -8
The demonic chef snorted in an amused way, young love was so strange to witness.
"Then you be sure that he sees you before the night is done then, whatever makes you happy and whatnot. Though being the old coot I am I can't say I understand the spark you two seem to share. Hell, I've never even been in love before so I maybe you should just ignore my advice all together!"
Maelik went to go and retrieve his hat as he spoke, giving it a critical eye as he pondered if white was his color.
"Hey, do you think that I would look better in white with blue trim or black with red trim?"
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Registered: Nov 25, 2024 14:36:50 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2015 7:42:24 GMT -8
Davous saunters into the Sun, chewing on a generously-cut block of fudge. Head spinning, the demonologist-necromancer takes a rickety seat at a table in the corner.
And passes out.
The wizard is sprawled on the floor, still holding fudge in his left hand.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 25, 2024 14:36:50 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2015 9:53:13 GMT -8
HAsdrubal notices, and walks over.
"Are you okay, Davous?" he asks. Then he leans in close, fingers twitching. He whispers lovingly into his ear,
"Shall I have to OPERATE?"
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Oct 27, 2015 12:25:10 GMT -8
The twins walk up the stairs behind Hasdrubal, their wings wrapped around themselves like feather coats.
Who's that?
I don't know, but Mr. Hasdrubal wants to operate.
Mr. Hasdrubal always wants to operate.
True.
The twins poke the sleeping man in the face and take the fudge out of his hand, tasting it curiously.
Tastes good.
Yeah, I bet it's from that sweets shop.
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Registered: Nov 25, 2024 14:36:50 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2015 12:30:23 GMT -8
"Mrrrrmh..." Davous opens his eyes.
And stares into the face of horror.
"GAAAAH! Lemme go! I'mma summon a god of death! You'll never take me alive-ive-ive..." He looks about. It's still the Sun. "Ohhh."
But hey! Those kids! "OY! GIMME BACK MY DOSAGE!" He snatches at the fudge.
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Oct 27, 2015 12:32:56 GMT -8
The twins have rather small hands, and the fudge is snatched easily.
Well...it was good.
He's a very strange man.
Indeed.
They continue to stare at him, blank-faced and unblinking. To any normal human, it would be unsettling, to say the least.
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Registered: Nov 25, 2024 14:36:50 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2015 14:12:27 GMT -8
Davous nibbles on the remnants of the fudge, glaring at the twins. "Mm whttre yyy? Yyy luk l'ke dm-mns."
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Oct 27, 2015 14:16:01 GMT -8
"We're not demons."
The twins smile sweetly.
He's funny.
He's drunk.
Doesn't mean he's not funny.
"May we have some of your fudge, sir?"
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