DEVILKNOWN

/   hoping my portrayal is good so far— *biting my nails*  HOPPING ON BG3!  so replies will be delayed. 

DEVILKNOWN

/   hoping my portrayal is good so far— *biting my nails*  HOPPING ON BG3!  so replies will be delayed. 

regendegen

،، Don't come any closer. Your smell... I don't like it. ”

regendegen

@DEVILKNOWN 
            
            ،، Beneficial? No. You have nothing I want. You smell like danger. Maybe worse. ”
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DEVILKNOWN

@fedstray  .. 
            is that any way to greet a [ *BENEFICIAL  ] stranger?  of course,  it’s completely understandable a smell like mine can cause a particular reaction—  i’ve seen heads turn,  holding of the nose, but none have [ *EVER  ] been so..  [ *VERBAL  ].  strange.  but, i’m no liar— you’re just as interesting as i imagined. 
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DEVILKNOWN

/    need to get back on my wyll acc…  maybe make a mizora… or orin… 

vrdants

@DEVILKNOWN    &&.  ∖      count  me  in  (RUNNING TO MY FREE ACCOUNT)   omg   do   it
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DEVILKNOWN

@SORCERYSTORMS   /   she and gortash on each arm.  my wives.   ( PLEASE MAKE HER. )    maybe i’ll do gortash..  just to spice things up.  yet another char.  study under my belt. 
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vrdants

@DEVILKNOWN    &&.  ∖      I MEAN,,,  I  GIVE  IN  TO  PEER  PRESSURE  I  FEAR,,   forget  hotfixes  when  do  we  get  to  hold  orin
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vrdants

݁⠀ ⠀.̲.̲.̲⠀ ⠀:⠀ ⠀why   have   you   brought   me   here?

vrdants

݁⠀ ⠀.̲.̲.̲⠀ ⠀:⠀ ⠀@DEVILKNOWN ,   a   contractor?   (..)   whatever   you're   offering,   i   highly   doubt   that   i'd   be   interested.   / DEVIL /.      (    he   eyed   the   other   with   caution.   his   gaze,   an   eye   of   silver   beside   hazel,   remained   on   the   dangerous   figure   in   front   of   him.   it   was   far   too   dangerous   to   lose   sight   of   him.   even   for   a   moment.     )     i'll   find   a   cure.   i've   remained   tentacle-less   for   this   long   for   a   reason.
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DEVILKNOWN

@SORCERYSTORMS  ..
            i’m elated at your curiosity,  my friend!  let’s see,  ( a tap to his chin— mocking; though with a successful perception check, undertones of sincerity were written across his devilish features )  well.  what’s a  [ *TRUE  ]  adventure without a little chaos?  something i am sure you’ve experienced quite  recently.  you can think of me as a door opener,  some might even call me a contractor.  i’ve brought you to the source of my ‘business of door opening’,  making it more accessible to you and your little infested camp.  tell me,   how does it feel when that darling tadpole squirms within your skull;  hungry— willing to consume the very essence of your being.. or the very little that’s left?  
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sIytherinheir

who dares to disturb my slumber? 

DEVILKNOWN

@coffinslept  ..
            pardon the intrusion,  my friend.  color me intrigued,  or perhaps intrusive..  there’s plenty of light outside— yet— you shroud yourself in darkness?  you wouldn’t happen to be one of those.. forgive my terminology— ‘creatures of the night’?  hm.  
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savinhorses-

she put her hand on her holster , looking up at the other . her expression trying not to give away the fear in her eyes . " now i’d suggest you back up away from me .. i don’t like creatures of your kind ‘round me .. "

savinhorses-

@DEVILKNOWN 
            
            " you got a look to you . a / stench / " her words laced with venom as she cocked a brow . he didn’t seem all that affected by the fact she had a pistol pointed right between those two eyes of his . each chamber loaded with that sickenly deadly metal , purest you could get on this side of the country . she glanced at his glass , rolling her eyes slightly . . demonic and drinking she already despised this guy . " i don’t need no / damn / drink from folks like yourself . what i need ya to do is get the hell out of here and leave these fine patrons alone . . "
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DEVILKNOWN

@savinhorses-    .. 
            a sly grin,  hands held up high— he understood his obvious advantage as soon as those defensive words were uttered from her worn lips.   many would pay no mind to his presence,  but he carried a scent of the hells;  a discreet aroma that only certain mortals understood the unfamiliarity of,  cherry and sulfur.  “‘creatures of my kind?’  now,  now,   let’s not start off on the wrong foot.”   his legs were crossed,  seated pleasantly upon a stool of wood.  fingers wrapped tenderly around a half- empty glass,  although— he might interpret the glass as half-full.  “why don’t you have a seat?  let me buy you a drink to ease the tension.  it would be [ *MY  ] pleasure.” 
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bornfighting

chk,   what  is  it  you  want  now  devil?   

bornfighting

« @DEVILKNOWN «
            
            
            i am not  COLD.   i speak the truth.   and you know the answer to that question devil.  you can see we've not become ghaik.
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DEVILKNOWN

@bornfighting
            is  it  in  the  nature  of  the  githyanki  to always take?   don’t  be  so  [ *COLD  ]  …   have  i  done  anything  but  extend  my  digits  of  warmth  to  you  and  your  soon-to-be  monstrous  camp?   how  is  that  [ *DREADFUL  ]  tadpole  of  yours  fairing  on  your  plentiful  adventure?  
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