"i need more cigarettes dang it" he shakes the now empty box and doubts he be able to acquire more anytime soon for the next three weeks of hard travel
"Pretty? Hah, I haven't heard that in a while."
She shrugged.
She shrugged.
Jarlen held up his finger, getting up to help the man get some more deadly smoke sticks. He went to the dead body and felt for some packs till he found one just like the empty box. He brought it back.”Well I found some more.” He said taking another one before handing it to the man.
"ah thanks man sadly my lungs regenerate the damage done to my lungs by smoking too quickly for it to ever come close to killing me heck i can't even get drunk"
“So you think.” Jarlen teased.”I can also heal up myself being a healing vampire.” He said.
"i don't know im not exactly anywhere near the russians and their vodka to find out" he shrugs lighting another cigarette
Jarlen shrugged using the candle on the table again for his second cigarette.
"Oh you vampires... Duke of York was too much already..."
Revenge yawned.
Revenge yawned.
"just take a smoke or something revenge try not to think on it too hard"
“Believe me miss. We are nothing like the York Terrier or whatever over there.” Jarlen said.
Shade Waker wrote:
"oh great you ugh the level of religion in the room has increased enough to make me want to split my head open"
“Doing so would earn you time in Hell, young vampire.”
"pffft ah yes the concept place of eternal suffering what fun!" he was being a sarcastic turd
“Life is hell for most of us and you think that is a threat? Please.”
"i refuse to "convert" to religion for if the big man were real let him strike me where i sit!" he takes a long drag from his cigarette
Revenge let out the most sadistic laugh she'd ever done.
"Ah Hell, I've seen only a glimpse."
"Ah Hell, I've seen only a glimpse."
“Oh bro I know already he’s not into doing that. The one below would set us on fire though.” Jarlen said.
Shade Waker wrote:
"i refuse to "convert" to religion for if the big man were real let him strike me where i sit!" he takes a long drag from his cigarette
“…..” Without warning, a lightning bolt strikes Shade. “….Is that your proof or do you need more that the Lord is real?”
he snorks to that all this talk of religion angered him and he tried to keep his bitterness contanied "a lighting bolt struck me so?"
Jarlen rolled his eyes.”Oh your majesty Queen of making no sense of this invisible person in the supposed “heavens” why must you be an annoyance?”
"just go back to decapitating other french people your people are well known for that" he was in a mood
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