A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
The gold-faced individual says something and reaches over towards the arm.
He snatches his arm back. "Watch it moneybags."
The individual says something and pulls out a strange scalpel-like knife.
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A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A gold-skinned being, tall, maybe around 5' 11", walks in. They look around for a moment before sitting down. You notice that their eyes are pure white with specks of blue and gold in them.
Kalon waves and grins "Hiya!"
The being frowns at them and says something in an unknown language.
Kaon tilts his head and questions them in binary.
That gets a reaction, but they still respond in the strange language.
Kalon tilts his head again, clearly confused
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A gold-skinned being, tall, maybe around 5' 11", walks in. They look around for a moment before sitting down. You notice that their eyes are pure white with specks of blue and gold in them.
Kalon waves and grins "Hiya!"
The being frowns at them and says something in an unknown language.
Kaon tilts his head and questions them in binary.
That gets a reaction, but they still respond in the strange language.
Kalon tilts his head again, clearly confused
Clearly getting tired of this, the being steps forward, pulling a knife out of a sheath.
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A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
Kalon chuckles and takes back his hand, reattaching it. He nodded "no problem"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
Kalon raises an eyebrow
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
Kalon raises an eyebrow
"The Castellan lockup isn't a nice place." he says, after quaffing his glass of whiskey. "Not sure how long I been there. Thank heavens I'm out now."
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
Kalon raises an eyebrow
"The Castellan lockup isn't a nice place." he says, after quaffing his glass of whiskey. "Not sure how long I been there. Thank heavens I'm out now."
"Doesn't sound nice if they implanted a chip in you" he said and chuckled
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
Kalon raises an eyebrow
"The Castellan lockup isn't a nice place." he says, after quaffing his glass of whiskey. "Not sure how long I been there. Thank heavens I'm out now."
"Doesn't sound nice if they implanted a chip in you" he said and chuckled
He chuckles as well "One of many reasons." he says, spitting out a 'tooth,' with more wires in it.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
Kalon raises an eyebrow
"The Castellan lockup isn't a nice place." he says, after quaffing his glass of whiskey. "Not sure how long I been there. Thank heavens I'm out now."
"Doesn't sound nice if they implanted a chip in you" he said and chuckled
He chuckles as well "One of many reasons." he says, spitting out a 'tooth,' with more wires in it.
Kalon questions this even more. He leans over and chuckles "you some sort of criminal. Well I guess I shouldn't guess considering you said you've been locked up."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man with backward-bending metal legs and a white tobogan pulled over his eyes walks into the tavern. He wears a beige prisoners uniform emblazoned with black numbers on the lapel and back '0604.' He orders straight whiskey at the bar.
Kalon waves and places the whiskey in front of him
"Got a doctor around here?" he asks, with a rather gravelly voice.
Kalon shrugs "I technically qualify but i dont know if you want that"
He thinks it over for a minute. "Yeah you're probably right. What about a sharp knife?"
"W h Y?" he asked with a suspicious tone
"I need to perform a bit of autonomous surgery."
"w. h. y." he asked
"Let's just say there's something in my arm that I'd rather not have there."
Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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The individual says something and pulls out a strange scalpel-like knife.
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Kalon raises their hand, it forms into some sort of bladed weapon. Kalon detaches it at his wrist and hands it to him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Kalon tilts his head again, clearly confused
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Clearly getting tired of this, the being steps forward, pulling a knife out of a sheath.
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"Thanks, pal." he takes the knife and dips it in his whiskey, before slicing into his bicep and pulling out what appears to be a knot of hair (wires) ending in a metal chip. Finally, he cleans the wound with the whiskey and ties a strip of his uniform tight around the incision. He smashes the thing with his boot. "Believe it or not, I feel much better with that thing out of me."
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The golden being snatches the wires before they can be smashed and begins tinkering with them, shutting down any tracking mechanism in them.
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A human dressed in plate armor walks through the door and orders a drink he places his helmet on the bar and wipes off the dirt from his armor.
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Kalon chuckles and takes back his hand, reattaching it. He nodded "no problem"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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0604 watches them suspiciously for a moment until realizing what they're doing. "Thanks... I think."
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Kalon raises an eyebrow
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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The being doesn't acknowledge him. After a moment, they hold up the wires to their ear, and some more wires to their mouth, and speak into it. A mechanical voice emerges. "Hello. Where is this. Which way to the nearest [error configuring word] colony."
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"The Castellan lockup isn't a nice place." he says, after quaffing his glass of whiskey. "Not sure how long I been there. Thank heavens I'm out now."
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"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Didn't catch that last part friend" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"Doesn't sound nice if they implanted a chip in you" he said and chuckled
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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The being frowns. "The nearest [error] colony. S[error]ith colony."
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He chuckles as well "One of many reasons." he says, spitting out a 'tooth,' with more wires in it.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"Wait, hold up mate." He said and shifted his hand back into a hand. "let me help you with that, what frequency you got yourself set too?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Btw, this is a flesh and blood creature, it seems.* "It is [error] [error] [err-" The wires ignite and they have to drop them.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Kalon questions this even more. He leans over and chuckles "you some sort of criminal. Well I guess I shouldn't guess considering you said you've been locked up."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"Mate.." He sighs an picks it up, studying it "that's the issue, your using a tracking device for language" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]