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Started November 04, 2021 by @Otto_OtterOverlord

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Ōn’nyosh: Mumbles in his sleep, So cuddly.

Iridecence: chuckles Heaven knows what the lizard dreams of…

Pandora: creates a cube of dark energy and tosses it around casually

Ōn’nyosh: Continues mumbling in his sleep, Very cuddly. I love cuddles. Come here. Snores louder.

Pandora: rolls her eyes and throws the dark energy cube in Ōn’nyosh’s direction, not quite hitting him but getting very close.

Ōn’nyosh: Jolts awake at the near miss. He instantly grabs a dagger off his hip and looks around with a paranoid look. He then quickly figures out it had been Pandora ‘attacking’ him and groans, sheathing the dagger. You just had to interrupt a good dream, huh? Sits up and sighs.

Iridecence: chuckles softly What was the dream, Ōn’nyosh? If you don't mind me asking. sips some more whiskey and starts to examine the bottle

Ōn’nyosh: Looks at Iridescence and chuckles. Like whiskey, huh? He then pauses to remember the dream. Well… It was me, a lovely woman, bottle of wine, and a big bed. I think you can guess the rest. Snickers.

Iridecence: partly whispers to herself Whiskey, I've never heard of it… it does taste quite interesting.
looks at Ōn’nyosh and lightly tilts her head A woman… your wife?

Ōn’nyosh: Chuckles at her comment about whiskey. He then laughs at her question. Fuck no. I am not a married man, nor that kind of guy. I’m a fucking whore around women. Any and every kind of woman, from humans to vampires to dragons. And, believe me, I would rather worship a woman than a fucking dumbshit god. Grins.

Ōn’nyosh: Jolts awake at the near miss. He instantly grabs a dagger off his hip and looks around with a paranoid look. He then quickly figures out it had been Pandora ‘attacking’ him and groans, sheathing the dagger. You just had to interrupt a good dream, huh? Sits up and sighs.

Pandora: snickers You were talking in your sleep. It was quite annoying.

Ōn’nyosh: Looks at Pandora and rolls his eyes. So I was talking in my sleep. I do that sometimes. It doesn’t mean you have to try and fucking hit me with dark magic! Glares breifly, though not harshly.

Pandora: shrugs If I was actually trying to hit you, I would not have missed. Stop fussing.

Ōn’nyosh: Sticks his tongue out and wiggles it at her. If you want me to stop fussing, screw me then. Laughs.

Pandora: recoils slightly Ugh. No, thank you.

(How to describe Pandora…… Lesbiab…… less bean…… girls)

Ōn’nyosh: Chuckles at her comment about whiskey. He then laughs at her question. Fuck no. I am not a married man, nor that kind of guy. I’m a fucking whore around women. Any and every kind of woman, from humans to vampires to dragons. And, believe me, I would rather worship a woman than a fucking dumbshit god. Grins.

Iridescence: shudders and instinctively pulls the skirt of her dress down, then quickly finishes the whiskey Well, that's… interesting…

Ōn’nyosh: Raises an eyebrow and chuckles. Not a fan of men, huh? Oh well. But, if you ever decide to experiment, I won’t stop you. I’ll probably beg for attention, in fact. Chuckles.

(Lol. Ōn’nyosh will still flirt, even if he’s rejected. That, and he’s been known to convert some women to bisexual, lol. He’s that guy)

Iridescence: shudders and instinctively pulls the skirt of her dress down, then quickly finishes the whiskey Well, that's… interesting…

Ōn’nyosh: Notices her reaction, concern quickly canceling out the flirtatious look in his eyes. If I spooked you, I’m sorry. I may be a whore, but I don’t push myself on anyone, man or woman. Honestly, I’d fucking castrate any man I saw doing that to a woman, in a fucking heartbeat. That… sighs and shakes his head, a flare of anger coming into his expression… That sort of thing is beyond disrespectful. But, anyway. Grabs a new bottle of whiskey and chugs it.

Naomi: she has been drunkenly asleep for the past pages, though now that she hears voices, she is immediately alert, her hand going toward her knife, until she realizes she dropped it somewhere around the area that she got shot. "Jeez, do you have to be so loud?"

Ōn’nyosh: Raises an eyebrow and chuckles. Not a fan of men, huh? Oh well. But, if you ever decide to experiment, I won’t stop you. I’ll probably beg for attention, in fact. Chuckles.

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(Lol. Ōn’nyosh will still flirt, even if he’s rejected. That, and he’s been known to convert some women to bisexual, lol. He’s that guy)

Pandora: looks at him with disgust Don’t bother. she starts tossing around another cube of dark energy

Ōn’nyosh: Laughs at Pandora’s reaction, though he does stop flirting with her. Instead, he starts watching the cube of energy with fascination.

Iridescence: shudders and instinctively pulls the skirt of her dress down, then quickly finishes the whiskey Well, that's… interesting…

Ōn’nyosh: Notices her reaction, concern quickly canceling out the flirtatious look in his eyes. If I spooked you, I’m sorry. I may be a whore, but I don’t push myself on anyone, man or woman. Honestly, I’d fucking castrate any man I saw doing that to a woman, in a fucking heartbeat. That… sighs and shakes his head, a flare of anger coming into his expression… That sort of thing is beyond disrespectful. But, anyway. Grabs a new bottle of whiskey and chugs it.

Iridescence: she chuckles nervously, and keeps her hands delicately on her lap It's- it's alright… I'm glad you are a respectful… reptile?

Ōn’nyosh: Laughs at Pandora’s reaction, though he does stop flirting with her. Instead, he starts watching the cube of energy with fascination.

Pandora: notices Ōn’nyosh watching and let’s the cube float above her cupped hands, changing it to a few other shapes. She never passes up an opportunity to impress people with her magic.

Ōn’nyosh: His gaze remains gentle toward Iridescence. I’m more akin to a snake than a lizard, I think. I don’t know. But, yeah, I’m definitely reptilian. A desert reptile, no less. Gets a goofy grin with his tongue sticking out, trying to cheer her up. Then, turns back to Pandora, even more fascinated by her show. He’s aware that she’s showing off deliberately. Sometimes I wish I could do magic, but I think I’m content with my horde of magic items. Snickers.

Naomi: she realizes she's being ignored and sighs. When she looks to her right side, her eyes widened. What are you doing here? she hisses quietly