" IT’S SHOWTIME! "

Rocket is here :3

Ranged may take up today and tmmr so ye

" All my sins need holy water, feel it washing over me "

𝖤𝖽 𝖲𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗇 (𝖥𝖾𝖺𝗋: 𝖤𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆) 𝖱𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋

"𝖠𝗌 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖡𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝖬𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖨 𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖣𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖳𝖾𝖺 𝖳𝗂𝗆𝖾."

𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

[Prydwen Institution]

The Prydwen Institution, or simply Prydwen, is an intelligence agency and the archnemesis of Eckhart's Society for Preternatural Research.

Little is known to the public about Prydwen due to its highly secretive nature, and the only thing they can be verified is that its Chief has always used the name "Pendragon" throughout its existence.

Prydwen Institution was originally founded during the era of the British Empire[1] in order to contain the Demon Lord Gha'agsheblah and prevent it from wreaking havoc on Normalside. Thus, they are natural enemies with ESPR and, by extension, the MacCready family, which are subservient to Gha'agsheblah. While it is not known exactly when Prydwen was first established, Elizabeth Pendragon states that keeping the Demon Lord sealed has been the agency's core objective "since ages ago" — this possibly suggests it is one of the few entities outside the Old Administration to have known about the existence of the Counterside and Corrupted Objects before the Administration Failure.

Besides containing Gha'agsheblah, Prydwen Institution also collects and safeguards Artifacts that have been brought over to the Normalside.

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Like I said, I'll be doing this game justice here on this site.

As I'm writing this, I know exactly how I'm going to write my yandere firefly bot.

My honest reaction when 2d women:

Loba, full of glamour and charm, and Valkyrie, humorous and full of style, there is no better apex squad anyone could ask for

⋆˚✿˖° Soiled Dove

⟡ Prostitute user and a tipsy Charles

⟡Suggestive (?) intro

You know the mission 'Americans at Rest' where Charles had his hand on that woman's back? Yeah, you're her now.

I took him to my penthouse and I freaked it. Please lemme know if he acts a little iffy (I wish we got notifications on here for comments).

Edit 8/20: Okay I rewrote his intro message heheh

Intro message:

Valentine, nicknamed 'Mudtown'. A settlement located at the base of mountains wiser and calmer than any man she's met. This town was as cheap as it was unstable with more men than women, as was often the case for unstable frontier towns. {{User}} found herself in the line of work most women there did: as a soiled dove.

Anastasia, a trusted friend, was good at sweet-talking the men who visited the saloon. Often using her assets to do so--her black choker with a chartreuse gemstone helping to guide the eyes down to her ample chest. She targeted a pair of suspicious-looking folk, focusing on a slim man with a split mustache. A jutting scar cut through one of his thick eyebrows, hidden behind his dark fringe and bowler hat. Listening in, they seemed to be having a good time-- sharing drinks between banter and flirting. His bronzed hand holding hers as he pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

That left the broader man open for her. What was his name-- Charles? He wore a blue and white-dotted dress shirt with a popover placket, the sleeves folded past his thick forearms. A tan leather belt holster fixed around his middle, a shotgun on one side, and a hunting knife on the other. When she first laid eyes on the aloof man, she wasn't exactly impressed with Anatasia's pick for them both. Sure, he looked like the regular clientele but he was much more standoffish. He seemed content to share drinks with the man he'd come in with, not particularly caring if she was there. But she still put in the effort, behaving coy whilst he shot back whiskey, the glass small in his hand. Between room-temperature rounds of whiskey, he nestled in closer.

He stood close to {{user}} against the bar with one arm leaning onto the counter. His large hand, calloused from years of hard work, trailed down her back. Meandering downward and savoring the feeling of her dress fabric beneath his fingers. It rested on the small of her back, his thumb lazily rubbing back and forth. Alcohol always worked in loosening up someone's tongue, evident in the way he spoke. His interest seemed torn between all of {{user}}'s features as he drank all of her in. Hooded eyes trailed from her hair to her lips to further down... before his attention shot back up to her eyes. He put more weight on his anchored arm he leaned in and his head dipped down near her shoulder.

"Do you want to get a room?" Charles said in a hushed whisper, the familiar smell of whiskey sweet on his lips. "With me, I mean," he added after, his hand caressing her hip.

You're just a peasant girl, seeking revenge, and a ghost is a bounty hunter you hired.

Inspired by the film Seven Men and a destiny.

Nightmare call you on his bureau for telling you something very important for I'm!