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Pandora: I will not answer your questions. End of discussion.
Pandora: I will not answer your questions. End of discussion.
Ōn’nyosh: Why? Don’t make me beg, please. I will beg like the whore I am, until you answer. Snickers.
Pandora: she has trouble keeping her tone steady Then I will simply knock you out. I do not want to answer your questions, as I have said before.
Ōn’nyosh: You still haven’t given me a reason to shut up. Though, if you knock me, I won’t mind.
Pandora: suddenly pulls out her gun and shoots the wall right next to Ōn’nyosh’s head, saying nothing and staring in another direction casually
Ōn’nyosh: Pauses after the shot, then chuckles. You missed.
(Yes, he can be annoying as hell, lol. This is normally what happens when he’s really drunk, but not enough to black out, lmao!)
Pandora: That was on purpose. smirks I am a terribly accurate shot. There is a reason I am a hired assassin in most countries.
(Sounds fun, lol-)
Ōn’nyosh: I know, but you still missed. Pauses, intrigue coming into his expression. An assassin? Really? Ooh… tell me more.
Pandora: casually twirls her gun I have traveled all over the world for the sole purpose of helping people… get rid of… their enemies. It does pay good money if you do it right. How else was I going to pay for basic necessities when I was running from the authorities? she exhales forcefully, her version of a laugh
Ōn’nyosh: Listening with genuine interest. Well, there’s always theft. I, myself, am… clears throat… a klepto. And, I’ve robbed I don’t know how many fucking shops, homes, or whatever else. Laughs. That’s what kept me from eating sewer shit when I was real little. Though, now that I’ve actually got a good reputation across worlds for my performances, I’m living in luxury.
(May I join…)
(Sure. I’ve got no issues with it)
(kk, so what do we do here? lol.)
Pandora: tilts head Interesting… my only reputation is that of a murderer… which does make sense. she pointed her gun at her own head, careful to keep her finger away from the trigger After all, I have been murdering people for years. After that long, people are bound to notice.
(Oh greetings)
(Helo…)
(Just throw a character in. Stews/soups are a bit of a theme here, or used to be, so yeah, lol)
(Just make sure to use the more character chat style format, instead of regular rp writing. As in~)
(Character: Says something. Does something)
(Okay.)
Ōn’nyosh: Shrugs. The jester guild I’m in has a variety of criminals, so it’s no big deal for me. That, and I also have a criminal network in my homeworld. It’s always nice to have some friends in dark places when you need to sell some stolen shit. Snickers.
Iridescence: falls from sky in dove form, clearly bleeding from her left wing
Ōn’nyosh: Notices something and turns to look. He stares absently for a long moment, too drunk to realize what he was actually looking at. What the fuck is that?
Pandora: It is obviously a bird, you ignorant fuck.
Ōn’nyosh: Looks at Pandora with a dramatically indignant look. I’m not ignorant! I’m drunk!
Pandora: rolls her eyes That is the same thing.
Ōn’nyosh: No… no. Struggles to stand for a moment, then grabs a bottle of whiskey., pointing at it. This clouds judgement. Ignorance is the absence of even knowing what the fuck judgement is. Laughs.
Iridescence: still in dove form, painfully gets up and limps in no particular direction, cooing softly at the two
Ōn’nyosh: Looks over at the dove in shock. It’s talking to us! Holy fuck!
Pandora: ignores Ōn’nyosh and crouches down, looking at Iridescence Что случилось, мелочь? (what happened, little thing?)
Ōn’nyosh: Speak Common, god damn it!
Pandora: glares at Ōn’nyosh Make me.
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