“Yes, yes. Greetings. Velask. Whatever the hell other eliksni say these days… listen, just stay out of my way and I MIGHT stand to tolerate you…”
-Friendly writer
-(N)SFW RP
-Semi-lit
-DM/TL friendly
-Ships with chem
@dragonic_swag@JrplaneRP “Well…. You are…. Which is why you should be glad I’m willing to explain it.
It’s called Ether. In the same way that you need to eat or breathe, I need it to sustain myself.”
@JrplaneRP@dragonic_swag “Both of you mind your own fucking business…”
Somewhere inside he finds a small capsule. He quickly opens it before scrambling to connect it to a device under his mask. Then he started snorting it like a drug addict.
“Ahhhh, there we go…. That’s the good shit right there!”
Vorrik puts up a sign on a tree, proudly nodding as he read it.
“Please turn back, my goon cave is a private space that must be respected.
He shook his head before putting up ANOTHER sign.
“Alright, it’s not a goon cave, but seriously, STAY THE FUCK AWAY.”
@JrplaneRP “Listen whelp. As great as I am at literally everything. I will NOT be taking responsibility for teaching you anything….
Unless you want to know how to become a huge social failure. I’d be happy to teach you that.”
“You wonder how I have such a great performance in bed? Hmmm…”
While tinkering with a weapon of his, his mandibles started to resemble something like a grin.
“All I will say is…. I can confirm that House Dusk has some of the tightest dregs in Sol….”