Through the living jeff

“I’m kind of being attacked…” Galdorn grunts, trying not to move his jaw

8. Where’s my uranium collection?

Reading. Why are you licking the nails in my wall?

Galdorn blinks once. “I can tell.”

Galdorn sat in the corner of the tavern, covertly watching everyone else in the tavern while drinking a mug of beer. Which of you is my employer? He thinks. He has no idea who his employer is, but the money is good, so he doesn’t ask questions. He pulls out a coin, rolling it across his knuckles without even glancing at his hand. The tavern was clearing out fast, and soon he was practically the only person there. That sort of thing happens when the Haki arrive. Galdorn drains the rest of his mug, gets up, and walks over to the counter. “I’d like another beer.” He says to the bartender, “If ‘yer got money, You’ll get ‘yer beer.” The bartender says gruffly. Galdorn puts three coins on the table. “That enough for two?” He asks The bartender gives a grunt, and turns around, getting two mugs of beer. “Thank you.” He says crisply, walking back to his table in the corner. Then he walks over to the Haki people on the other side of the bar. “I’m here for a ‘mission’, and you people are the literally the only people left in the bar.”

Me. How many arms do you have?

“Alright.” Tuol said, laying down, and promptly falling asleep

I do.

Hello, and welcome to the shard!

“A(h), Llamas” Name: Galdorn Gender/pronouns: Male, He/him Race: (Haki players are allowed, but I reserve the right to veto anything that might make the RP less fun for others): Hooman Magic system (if any): älma Magic Personality: Agressive, accommodating, and prefers the dark, and has a good sense of humor Abilities/skills: He is a very skilled and practiced Älma Merger, who generally acts as a mercenary in larger cities. He enjoys using shorter swords, and knives. He knows many ‘party’ tricks Backstory: He grew up on the streets, hiding in taverns, and learning tricks to earn food and money, growing to understand his powers. At around age 17, he got his first job as a mercenary, guarding a vault for two years, earning money. Physical appearance: unusually pale, always wearing a deep-cowled cloak with hidden blades.

That sounds… I agree

If you could rampage around somewhere, blowing stuff up, where would it be?

Am I allowed to edit the doc? (As in, add questions?)

These?

But… flame burns, right? I’m losing my mind…

Yes Will I live another day?

Ramming someone with your car. What should I do if I theoretically blew up someone’s car?

4.67 How often do you spontaneously combust?

I’d say… 4? Do redos count? Have you tried ketchup?

*Sigh* its up to three. If I’m constantly thinking about it, can’t I only lose once?

@Trusk'our you haven’t convinced me, I was already on your side Atium is better.

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