Treble gets herself some coffee, tosses some change on the counter, and walks back to her table, sipping this one slower than the first. She pulls out the pen and thinks for a moment, before pulling out a note pad and writing some stuff down.
Nessa looks a bit confused. "You okay?"
"Oh yeah, just forgot to sleep last night. And I can't sleep now, with so many people here."
"Mmm... I do have one or two beds in the back that aren't rented. You want to sleep there?"
"Tonight, maybe, but not with this many people here. Soldier's instincts, I've heard it called."
"Cool. So... um... I guess business is booming once more."
"Toldja. Although I didn't expect the Foundation to get so involved in 3Ports."
"Agreed, at least not so overtly." They say, knowingly
"What's that supposed to mean?" She looks at Nessa over the cup.
"Nothing..."
"What was that look, Nessa? What, do you think I'm Foundation? How long have I known you, 5, 6 years? I'm a little offended."
They chuckle. "My Mother and I talk, and... well She knows a lot."
"Your Mother? You've mentioned this before. Who's your mom?"
"My Mom. Never gave me her name."
"Mm. Can I have some more coffee? I seem to have finished this cup."
"Sure... you know how Sidhe are with names."
"Yeah, true." Treble goes back to writing on the pad of paper. On one part of it she seems to be drawing a diagram.
"What are you doing?" They say, getting more coffee
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A glowing,otherworldly black hole esque portal opens in the wall and a foundation soldier walks out of it. Upon closer inspection,this is no ordinary soldier,his most prominent feature is his right arm,which looks a lot like the portal,though it is slightly amorphous. On the soldiers back is a futuristic rifle and his jumpsuit looks a little bit like a prison uniform,he is heavily armed and is very muscular. He takes a seat at a corner table.
Nessa waves at them. "Hi! Who might you be?"
"Galen."
"Nice to meet you Galen! I'm Nessa, and this is Cafe [REDACTED]. Want something to drink?" The bartender asks
"something strong."
They nod and serve some. "On your tab or pay for it now?"
"Tab."
They nod. "So, are you also for the SCP foundaiton?"
Galen fixes nessa with a very withering look:"Hell no,they took my freedom once,never again."
"Serpent's Hand?"
"I work for myself,nobody else."
"Mmm... I see. Maybe we can talk later."
"You looking for a mercenary? "
"Um... Sure? Like, if business continues to rise, sure but right now I don't have the funds."
"I was just curious what you wanted,not many people go out of their way to talk to me."
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Svelgio finished his coffee, then produced a clipboard from his coat, which he writes in with a pen for a bit.
Nessa (bartender) waves at them. "Who might you be?"
He looked up, fixing his glasses. "Dr. Incorso. Who are you?"
"Nessa MacSullivan. Do you work for the University then, Doctor?"
He pointed at his breast pocket on his coat, which has the foundation symbol.
"Ah, another foundation person?"
"Exactly." He wrote another thing into his clipboard, then put it away into his coat.
"May I ask a question then, Jailer?"
He blinked, which, weirdly enough, seems to be this first time he's blinked since walking in, and fixed his glasses again. "What is it?"
"Why are you here? I thought the Hoover Mandate prevented you and the UIU from intervening in 3Port?"
"I am not intervening in anything, just... keeping an alert eye or two on it."
"It?"
"3Port, obviously."
"Is that not the UIU's job?"
"I have my orders, I do not need elaboration on why I'm doing it."
"Okay.... Sorry for asking."
"It is alright. May I get a coffee? Black."
"Sure, if you are willing to pay."
He pulled out his wallet. "How much is it?"
They motion to the menu. "How much do you think?"
He glanced over and pulled out the appropriate amount of money. "Apologies, my attention wasn't exactly on the menu."
"Its fine." They say, pocketing the cash.
He sits there and patiently waits for his coffee.
They get him some quickly. "Thanks for the business!
He nodded. He reached into his coat and pulled out what looks like a silver chocolate bar wrapper, he opened it, revealing what is in fact bricked chocolate. He broke off a couple chunks and dropped it into the coffee, then he stirred it around, watching the coffee get slightly lighter. Only then did he take a sip, releasing a content sigh.
Nessa is confused, but lets it be
After sipping for a bit more, he looks back up at Nessa, fixing his glasses again. "So, may I ask which group you are with?"
"Um... What do you mean?"
"GOC, UIU, that stuff."
"Um... I am a bartender. I'm not a government agent or something."
"You called me Jailer. You at least have a side you prefer."
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Svelgio finished his coffee, then produced a clipboard from his coat, which he writes in with a pen for a bit.
Nessa (bartender) waves at them. "Who might you be?"
He looked up, fixing his glasses. "Dr. Incorso. Who are you?"
"Nessa MacSullivan. Do you work for the University then, Doctor?"
He pointed at his breast pocket on his coat, which has the foundation symbol.
"Ah, another foundation person?"
"Exactly." He wrote another thing into his clipboard, then put it away into his coat.
"May I ask a question then, Jailer?"
He blinked, which, weirdly enough, seems to be this first time he's blinked since walking in, and fixed his glasses again. "What is it?"
"Why are you here? I thought the Hoover Mandate prevented you and the UIU from intervening in 3Port?"
"I am not intervening in anything, just... keeping an alert eye or two on it."
"It?"
"3Port, obviously."
"Is that not the UIU's job?"
"I have my orders, I do not need elaboration on why I'm doing it."
"Okay.... Sorry for asking."
"It is alright. May I get a coffee? Black."
"Sure, if you are willing to pay."
He pulled out his wallet. "How much is it?"
They motion to the menu. "How much do you think?"
He glanced over and pulled out the appropriate amount of money. "Apologies, my attention wasn't exactly on the menu."
"Its fine." They say, pocketing the cash.
He sits there and patiently waits for his coffee.
They get him some quickly. "Thanks for the business!
He nodded. He reached into his coat and pulled out what looks like a silver chocolate bar wrapper, he opened it, revealing what is in fact bricked chocolate. He broke off a couple chunks and dropped it into the coffee, then he stirred it around, watching the coffee get slightly lighter. Only then did he take a sip, releasing a content sigh.
Nessa is confused, but lets it be
After sipping for a bit more, he looks back up at Nessa, fixing his glasses again. "So, may I ask which group you are with?"
"Um... What do you mean?"
"GOC, UIU, that stuff."
"Um... I am a bartender. I'm not a government agent or something."
"You called me Jailer. You at least have a side you prefer."
"Um... Pro-Anderson?"
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The door opens to the cafe, and a heavily armed Cyborg in MTF gear walks in. A patch on his arms identifies which one he belongs to: the legendary MTF Tau-5, "Samsara." He walks in, grumbling about "Bureaucrats" and "mandatory vacations." under his breath. He seems a bit more...sapient? than most Tau-5 members.
Treble glances over, does a classic double take at the patch, then shrugs and takes a swig of beer.
With typical Tau-5 vigilance, he notices her. "Greetings Agent Treble." He says, in a slightly robotic voice.
Treble winces and glances around to see who heard. Turning back to him, she whispers, "I'm undercover, you idiot! And I'm low on amnestics, too."
Good thing I have some extra, Agent Treble. His voice speaks in her mind. Don't worry about trying to speak verbally. Think your response.
Watch out for Nessa. But do NOT say anything, or act suspiciously, understand?
Of course, and I already know. She tried recording me once already. He, oddly enough, smiles wryly. Said it was to drum up business, or something along those lines, in case I said that this place was a great tavern. Not sure if I believe that fully.
Mm. Say, can you drink coffee? The coffee here is really good.
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A glowing,otherworldly black hole esque portal opens in the wall and a foundation soldier walks out of it. Upon closer inspection,this is no ordinary soldier,his most prominent feature is his right arm,which looks a lot like the portal,though it is slightly amorphous. On the soldiers back is a futuristic rifle and his jumpsuit looks a little bit like a prison uniform,he is heavily armed and is very muscular. He takes a seat at a corner table.
Nessa waves at them. "Hi! Who might you be?"
"Galen."
"Nice to meet you Galen! I'm Nessa, and this is Cafe [REDACTED]. Want something to drink?" The bartender asks
"something strong."
They nod and serve some. "On your tab or pay for it now?"
"Tab."
They nod. "So, are you also for the SCP foundaiton?"
Galen fixes nessa with a very withering look:"Hell no,they took my freedom once,never again."
"Serpent's Hand?"
"I work for myself,nobody else."
"Mmm... I see. Maybe we can talk later."
"You looking for a mercenary? "
"Um... Sure? Like, if business continues to rise, sure but right now I don't have the funds."
"I was just curious what you wanted,not many people go out of their way to talk to me."
"Well I want to meet new people! That is like the best thing about running a Cafe."
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Svelgio finished his coffee, then produced a clipboard from his coat, which he writes in with a pen for a bit.
Nessa (bartender) waves at them. "Who might you be?"
He looked up, fixing his glasses. "Dr. Incorso. Who are you?"
"Nessa MacSullivan. Do you work for the University then, Doctor?"
He pointed at his breast pocket on his coat, which has the foundation symbol.
"Ah, another foundation person?"
"Exactly." He wrote another thing into his clipboard, then put it away into his coat.
"May I ask a question then, Jailer?"
He blinked, which, weirdly enough, seems to be this first time he's blinked since walking in, and fixed his glasses again. "What is it?"
"Why are you here? I thought the Hoover Mandate prevented you and the UIU from intervening in 3Port?"
"I am not intervening in anything, just... keeping an alert eye or two on it."
"It?"
"3Port, obviously."
"Is that not the UIU's job?"
"I have my orders, I do not need elaboration on why I'm doing it."
"Okay.... Sorry for asking."
"It is alright. May I get a coffee? Black."
"Sure, if you are willing to pay."
He pulled out his wallet. "How much is it?"
They motion to the menu. "How much do you think?"
He glanced over and pulled out the appropriate amount of money. "Apologies, my attention wasn't exactly on the menu."
"Its fine." They say, pocketing the cash.
He sits there and patiently waits for his coffee.
They get him some quickly. "Thanks for the business!
He nodded. He reached into his coat and pulled out what looks like a silver chocolate bar wrapper, he opened it, revealing what is in fact bricked chocolate. He broke off a couple chunks and dropped it into the coffee, then he stirred it around, watching the coffee get slightly lighter. Only then did he take a sip, releasing a content sigh.
Nessa is confused, but lets it be
After sipping for a bit more, he looks back up at Nessa, fixing his glasses again. "So, may I ask which group you are with?"
"Um... What do you mean?"
"GOC, UIU, that stuff."
"Um... I am a bartender. I'm not a government agent or something."
"You called me Jailer. You at least have a side you prefer."
"Um... Pro-Anderson?"
He nodded, pulling out his clipboard and writing something in it, then putting it back in his coat.
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Treble gets herself some coffee, tosses some change on the counter, and walks back to her table, sipping this one slower than the first. She pulls out the pen and thinks for a moment, before pulling out a note pad and writing some stuff down.
Nessa looks a bit confused. "You okay?"
"Oh yeah, just forgot to sleep last night. And I can't sleep now, with so many people here."
"Mmm... I do have one or two beds in the back that aren't rented. You want to sleep there?"
"Tonight, maybe, but not with this many people here. Soldier's instincts, I've heard it called."
"Cool. So... um... I guess business is booming once more."
"Toldja. Although I didn't expect the Foundation to get so involved in 3Ports."
"Agreed, at least not so overtly." They say, knowingly
"What's that supposed to mean?" She looks at Nessa over the cup.
"Nothing..."
"What was that look, Nessa? What, do you think I'm Foundation? How long have I known you, 5, 6 years? I'm a little offended."
They chuckle. "My Mother and I talk, and... well She knows a lot."
"Your Mother? You've mentioned this before. Who's your mom?"
"My Mom. Never gave me her name."
"Mm. Can I have some more coffee? I seem to have finished this cup."
"Sure... you know how Sidhe are with names."
"Yeah, true." Treble goes back to writing on the pad of paper. On one part of it she seems to be drawing a diagram.
"What are you doing?" They say, getting more coffee
"Working on a contract." She takes the coffee and sips it, not taking her eyes off the sheet of paper.
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A glowing,otherworldly black hole esque portal opens in the wall and a foundation soldier walks out of it. Upon closer inspection,this is no ordinary soldier,his most prominent feature is his right arm,which looks a lot like the portal,though it is slightly amorphous. On the soldiers back is a futuristic rifle and his jumpsuit looks a little bit like a prison uniform,he is heavly armed and is very muscular. He takes a seat at a corner table.
A heavily armed cyborg in MTF gear sits at one of the tables. On his arm is a patch that identifies exactly which MTF Unit he belongs to: The legendary Tau-5 "Samsara." He's currently sipping on a glass of whiskey and barely notices the newcomer, although his eyebrow does go up at the newcomer's obviously anomalous arm.
Galen looks over:"what're you looking at?"
The cyborg shrugs, muttering something about "O5 mandated vacations." under his breath.
If the tau-5 operative looks closer he can see that galen's MTF arm patch has been ripped off,though the remnants look something like the symbol of the red right hand.
His eyebrow goes up again. Former Alpha-1 member? Interesting. A slightly robotic voice says in Galen's mind.
Svelgio finished his coffee, then produced a clipboard from his coat, which he writes in with a pen for a bit.
Nessa (bartender) waves at them. "Who might you be?"
He looked up, fixing his glasses. "Dr. Incorso. Who are you?"
"Nessa MacSullivan. Do you work for the University then, Doctor?"
He pointed at his breast pocket on his coat, which has the foundation symbol.
"Ah, another foundation person?"
"Exactly." He wrote another thing into his clipboard, then put it away into his coat.
"May I ask a question then, Jailer?"
He blinked, which, weirdly enough, seems to be this first time he's blinked since walking in, and fixed his glasses again. "What is it?"
"Why are you here? I thought the Hoover Mandate prevented you and the UIU from intervening in 3Port?"
"I am not intervening in anything, just... keeping an alert eye or two on it."
"It?"
"3Port, obviously."
"Is that not the UIU's job?"
"I have my orders, I do not need elaboration on why I'm doing it."
"Okay.... Sorry for asking."
"It is alright. May I get a coffee? Black."
"Sure, if you are willing to pay."
He pulled out his wallet. "How much is it?"
They motion to the menu. "How much do you think?"
He glanced over and pulled out the appropriate amount of money. "Apologies, my attention wasn't exactly on the menu."
"Its fine." They say, pocketing the cash.
He sits there and patiently waits for his coffee.
They get him some quickly. "Thanks for the business!
He nodded. He reached into his coat and pulled out what looks like a silver chocolate bar wrapper, he opened it, revealing what is in fact bricked chocolate. He broke off a couple chunks and dropped it into the coffee, then he stirred it around, watching the coffee get slightly lighter. Only then did he take a sip, releasing a content sigh.
Nessa is confused, but lets it be
After sipping for a bit more, he looks back up at Nessa, fixing his glasses again. "So, may I ask which group you are with?"
"Um... What do you mean?"
"GOC, UIU, that stuff."
"Um... I am a bartender. I'm not a government agent or something."
"You called me Jailer. You at least have a side you prefer."
"Um... Pro-Anderson?"
He nodded, pulling out his clipboard and writing something in it, then putting it back in his coat.
"???"
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The door opens to the cafe, and a heavily armed Cyborg in MTF gear walks in. A patch on his arms identifies which one he belongs to: the legendary MTF Tau-5, "Samsara." He walks in, grumbling about "Bureaucrats" and "mandatory vacations." under his breath. He seems a bit more...sapient? than most Tau-5 members.
Treble glances over, does a classic double take at the patch, then shrugs and takes a swig of beer.
With typical Tau-5 vigilance, he notices her. "Greetings Agent Treble." He says, in a slightly robotic voice.
Treble winces and glances around to see who heard. Turning back to him, she whispers, "I'm undercover, you idiot! And I'm low on amnestics, too."
Good thing I have some extra, Agent Treble. His voice speaks in her mind. Don't worry about trying to speak verbally. Think your response.
Watch out for Nessa. But do NOT say anything, or act suspiciously, understand?
Of course, and I already know. She tried recording me once already. He, oddly enough, smiles wryly. Said it was to drum up business, or something along those lines, in case I said that this place was a great tavern. Not sure if I believe that fully.
Mm. Say, can you drink coffee? The coffee here is really good.
He smiles slightly. I can eat or drink just like anyone else. I just don't usually have a need to. But I do from time to time. He gestures slightly to the glass of whiskey in front of him.
Svelgio finished his coffee, then produced a clipboard from his coat, which he writes in with a pen for a bit.
Nessa (bartender) waves at them. "Who might you be?"
He looked up, fixing his glasses. "Dr. Incorso. Who are you?"
"Nessa MacSullivan. Do you work for the University then, Doctor?"
He pointed at his breast pocket on his coat, which has the foundation symbol.
"Ah, another foundation person?"
"Exactly." He wrote another thing into his clipboard, then put it away into his coat.
"May I ask a question then, Jailer?"
He blinked, which, weirdly enough, seems to be this first time he's blinked since walking in, and fixed his glasses again. "What is it?"
"Why are you here? I thought the Hoover Mandate prevented you and the UIU from intervening in 3Port?"
"I am not intervening in anything, just... keeping an alert eye or two on it."
"It?"
"3Port, obviously."
"Is that not the UIU's job?"
"I have my orders, I do not need elaboration on why I'm doing it."
"Okay.... Sorry for asking."
"It is alright. May I get a coffee? Black."
"Sure, if you are willing to pay."
He pulled out his wallet. "How much is it?"
They motion to the menu. "How much do you think?"
He glanced over and pulled out the appropriate amount of money. "Apologies, my attention wasn't exactly on the menu."
"Its fine." They say, pocketing the cash.
He sits there and patiently waits for his coffee.
They get him some quickly. "Thanks for the business!
He nodded. He reached into his coat and pulled out what looks like a silver chocolate bar wrapper, he opened it, revealing what is in fact bricked chocolate. He broke off a couple chunks and dropped it into the coffee, then he stirred it around, watching the coffee get slightly lighter. Only then did he take a sip, releasing a content sigh.
Nessa is confused, but lets it be
After sipping for a bit more, he looks back up at Nessa, fixing his glasses again. "So, may I ask which group you are with?"
"Um... What do you mean?"
"GOC, UIU, that stuff."
"Um... I am a bartender. I'm not a government agent or something."
"You called me Jailer. You at least have a side you prefer."
"Um... Pro-Anderson?"
He nodded, pulling out his clipboard and writing something in it, then putting it back in his coat.
"???"
He ignores her and sips his coffee again.
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A glowing,otherworldly black hole esque portal opens in the wall and a foundation soldier walks out of it. Upon closer inspection,this is no ordinary soldier,his most prominent feature is his right arm,which looks a lot like the portal,though it is slightly amorphous. On the soldiers back is a futuristic rifle and his jumpsuit looks a little bit like a prison uniform,he is heavly armed and is very muscular. He takes a seat at a corner table.
A heavily armed cyborg in MTF gear sits at one of the tables. On his arm is a patch that identifies exactly which MTF Unit he belongs to: The legendary Tau-5 "Samsara." He's currently sipping on a glass of whiskey and barely notices the newcomer, although his eyebrow does go up at the newcomer's obviously anomalous arm.
Galen looks over:"what're you looking at?"
The cyborg shrugs, muttering something about "O5 mandated vacations." under his breath.
If the tau-5 operative looks closer he can see that galen's MTF arm patch has been ripped off,though the remnants look something like the symbol of the red right hand.
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Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
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The door opens to the cafe, and a heavily armed Cyborg in MTF gear walks in. A patch on his arms identifies which one he belongs to: the legendary MTF Tau-5, "Samsara." He walks in, grumbling about "Bureaucrats" and "mandatory vacations." under his breath. He seems a bit more...sapient? than most Tau-5 members.
Treble glances over, does a classic double take at the patch, then shrugs and takes a swig of beer.
With typical Tau-5 vigilance, he notices her. "Greetings Agent Treble." He says, in a slightly robotic voice.
Treble winces and glances around to see who heard. Turning back to him, she whispers, "I'm undercover, you idiot! And I'm low on amnestics, too."
Good thing I have some extra, Agent Treble. His voice speaks in her mind. Don't worry about trying to speak verbally. Think your response.
Watch out for Nessa. But do NOT say anything, or act suspiciously, understand?
Of course, and I already know. She tried recording me once already. He, oddly enough, smiles wryly. Said it was to drum up business, or something along those lines, in case I said that this place was a great tavern. Not sure if I believe that fully.
Mm. Say, can you drink coffee? The coffee here is really good.
He smiles slightly. I can eat or drink just like anyone else. I just don't usually have a need to. But I do from time to time. He gestures slightly to the glass of whiskey in front of him.
Try the coffee.
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
A glowing,otherworldly black hole esque portal opens in the wall and a foundation soldier walks out of it. Upon closer inspection,this is no ordinary soldier,his most prominent feature is his right arm,which looks a lot like the portal,though it is slightly amorphous. On the soldiers back is a futuristic rifle and his jumpsuit looks a little bit like a prison uniform,he is heavly armed and is very muscular. He takes a seat at a corner table.
A heavily armed cyborg in MTF gear sits at one of the tables. On his arm is a patch that identifies exactly which MTF Unit he belongs to: The legendary Tau-5 "Samsara." He's currently sipping on a glass of whiskey and barely notices the newcomer, although his eyebrow does go up at the newcomer's obviously anomalous arm.
Galen looks over:"what're you looking at?"
The cyborg shrugs, muttering something about "O5 mandated vacations." under his breath.
If the tau-5 operative looks closer he can see that galen's MTF arm patch has been ripped off,though the remnants look something like the symbol of the red right hand.
A glowing,otherworldly black hole esque portal opens in the wall and a foundation soldier walks out of it. Upon closer inspection,this is no ordinary soldier,his most prominent feature is his right arm,which looks a lot like the portal,though it is slightly amorphous. On the soldiers back is a futuristic rifle and his jumpsuit looks a little bit like a prison uniform,he is heavly armed and is very muscular. He takes a seat at a corner table.
A heavily armed cyborg in MTF gear sits at one of the tables. On his arm is a patch that identifies exactly which MTF Unit he belongs to: The legendary Tau-5 "Samsara." He's currently sipping on a glass of whiskey and barely notices the newcomer, although his eyebrow does go up at the newcomer's obviously anomalous arm.
Galen looks over:"what're you looking at?"
The cyborg shrugs, muttering something about "O5 mandated vacations." under his breath.
If the tau-5 operative looks closer he can see that galen's MTF arm patch has been ripped off,though the remnants look something like the symbol of the red right hand.
His eyebrow goes up again. Former Alpha-1 member? Interesting. A slightly robotic voice says in Galen's mind.
I used to be with Samsara,but the 05 council liked my enhancement a little too much to keep me there.
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I play characters at taverns.
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"What are you doing?" They say, getting more coffee
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I was just curious what you wanted,not many people go out of their way to talk to me."
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
"You called me Jailer. You at least have a side you prefer."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Why can't you? I have a cafe to run."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Um... Pro-Anderson?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Mm. Say, can you drink coffee? The coffee here is really good.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Well I want to meet new people! That is like the best thing about running a Cafe."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Ill give you 20 dollars" he said suddenly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nodded, pulling out his clipboard and writing something in it, then putting it back in his coat.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Working on a contract." She takes the coffee and sips it, not taking her eyes off the sheet of paper.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
His eyebrow goes up again. Former Alpha-1 member? Interesting. A slightly robotic voice says in Galen's mind.
"???"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Now or after the deed?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He smiles slightly. I can eat or drink just like anyone else. I just don't usually have a need to. But I do from time to time. He gestures slightly to the glass of whiskey in front of him.
He ignores her and sips his coffee again.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
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Try the coffee.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Already responded.*
"Just go do it" he said and handed her ten
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
I used to be with Samsara,but the 05 council liked my enhancement a little too much to keep me there.
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details