Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
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Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
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Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
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Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
"Are you sure? These are quite useful. And damn are they expensive."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
"Are you sure? These are quite useful. And damn are they expensive."
"Well, then I definitely can't afford them... it's fine. Just... hurt myself a bit."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
"Are you sure? These are quite useful. And damn are they expensive."
"Well, then I definitely can't afford them... it's fine. Just... hurt myself a bit."
"Nessa. I honestly don't care about my own well-being. Friend to friend, please take one."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
"Are you sure? These are quite useful. And damn are they expensive."
"Well, then I definitely can't afford them... it's fine. Just... hurt myself a bit."
"Nessa. I honestly don't care about my own well-being. Friend to friend, please take one."
They giggle a bit. "Find." She says, walking over and taking on. "So what now?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
"Are you sure? These are quite useful. And damn are they expensive."
"Well, then I definitely can't afford them... it's fine. Just... hurt myself a bit."
"Nessa. I honestly don't care about my own well-being. Friend to friend, please take one."
They giggle a bit. "Find." She says, walking over and taking on. "So what now?"
*Heals her for 7 hp.* "What now? Whaddya mean?" Treble sits down and stifles a yawn.
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Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
"Are you sure? These are quite useful. And damn are they expensive."
"Well, then I definitely can't afford them... it's fine. Just... hurt myself a bit."
"Nessa. I honestly don't care about my own well-being. Friend to friend, please take one."
They giggle a bit. "Find." She says, walking over and taking on. "So what now?"
*Heals her for 10 hp.* "What now? Whaddya mean?" Treble sits down and stifles a yawn.
Nessa frowns a bit. "Mmm... Guess I will just have to wait. I don't use my left hand that much anyway..." He mutters aloud
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Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
"Are you sure? These are quite useful. And damn are they expensive."
"Well, then I definitely can't afford them... it's fine. Just... hurt myself a bit."
"Nessa. I honestly don't care about my own well-being. Friend to friend, please take one."
They giggle a bit. "Find." She says, walking over and taking on. "So what now?"
*Heals her for 10 hp.* "What now? Whaddya mean?" Treble sits down and stifles a yawn.
Nessa frowns a bit. "Mmm... Guess I will just have to wait. I don't use my left hand that much anyway..." He mutters aloud
"What? Do you need another one? I mean, I got a bunch here."
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Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
"Are you sure? These are quite useful. And damn are they expensive."
"Well, then I definitely can't afford them... it's fine. Just... hurt myself a bit."
"Nessa. I honestly don't care about my own well-being. Friend to friend, please take one."
They giggle a bit. "Find." She says, walking over and taking on. "So what now?"
*Heals her for 10 hp.* "What now? Whaddya mean?" Treble sits down and stifles a yawn.
Nessa frowns a bit. "Mmm... Guess I will just have to wait. I don't use my left hand that much anyway..." He mutters aloud
"What? Do you need another one? I mean, I got a bunch here."
"Nah, I just need time to repair myself... I cut my hand on some iron and my body isn't having a good time."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
"Are you sure? These are quite useful. And damn are they expensive."
"Well, then I definitely can't afford them... it's fine. Just... hurt myself a bit."
"Nessa. I honestly don't care about my own well-being. Friend to friend, please take one."
They giggle a bit. "Find." She says, walking over and taking on. "So what now?"
*Heals her for 10 hp.* "What now? Whaddya mean?" Treble sits down and stifles a yawn.
Nessa frowns a bit. "Mmm... Guess I will just have to wait. I don't use my left hand that much anyway..." He mutters aloud
"What? Do you need another one? I mean, I got a bunch here."
"Nah, I just need time to repair myself... I cut my hand on some iron and my body isn't having a good time."
"Oh really? Can I see?" Treble takes Nessa's hand and inspects it, neutralizing one poison or disease they may have. *Paladin lay on hands!*
*May need to go soon.*
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
"Are you sure? These are quite useful. And damn are they expensive."
"Well, then I definitely can't afford them... it's fine. Just... hurt myself a bit."
"Nessa. I honestly don't care about my own well-being. Friend to friend, please take one."
They giggle a bit. "Find." She says, walking over and taking on. "So what now?"
*Heals her for 10 hp.* "What now? Whaddya mean?" Treble sits down and stifles a yawn.
Nessa frowns a bit. "Mmm... Guess I will just have to wait. I don't use my left hand that much anyway..." He mutters aloud
"What? Do you need another one? I mean, I got a bunch here."
"Nah, I just need time to repair myself... I cut my hand on some iron and my body isn't having a good time."
"Oh really? Can I see?" Treble takes Nessa's hand and inspects it, neutralizing one poison or disease they may have. *Paladin lay on hands!*
*May need to go soon.*
"Um... Sure." Treble sees a bruised and rust-red hand, mainly centered on a small cut located at their thumb. After she heals it, the rust color passes, but it still looks worse for wear. "Thanks! That is... well it is definitely better."
*BYE possibly*
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Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
"Are you sure? These are quite useful. And damn are they expensive."
"Well, then I definitely can't afford them... it's fine. Just... hurt myself a bit."
"Nessa. I honestly don't care about my own well-being. Friend to friend, please take one."
They giggle a bit. "Find." She says, walking over and taking on. "So what now?"
*Heals her for 10 hp.* "What now? Whaddya mean?" Treble sits down and stifles a yawn.
Nessa frowns a bit. "Mmm... Guess I will just have to wait. I don't use my left hand that much anyway..." He mutters aloud
"What? Do you need another one? I mean, I got a bunch here."
"Nah, I just need time to repair myself... I cut my hand on some iron and my body isn't having a good time."
"Oh really? Can I see?" Treble takes Nessa's hand and inspects it, neutralizing one poison or disease they may have. *Paladin lay on hands!*
*May need to go soon.*
"Um... Sure." Treble sees a bruised and rust-red hand, mainly centered on a small cut located at their thumb. After she heals it, the rust color passes, but it still looks worse for wear. "Thanks! That is... well it is definitely better."
*BYE possibly*
"Oh, must be the aftereffects of the pill kicking in." She drops their hand and smiles at Nessa. "Well, I'm gonna get some sleep. Kinda sleep deprived right now... See ya in the morning, Nessa."
*OK, gotta go, bye!*
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Stepping outside into the wet Portlands air, Treble takes a deep breath, flips the pen in her hand, and begins walking down the street, away from the cafe.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Treble runs up to the outside of the cafe, leaning on the window to catch her breath. A moment later she stands up and walks back in, pen in hand once more, and sits down at her table. Mere seconds later, a police golem hurries by outside, looking around. Probably has no connection to Treble. Probably.
Nessa is enjoying some hot coffee. "Hi!"
"Heya. It's a little late in the day for coffee, so I'll take a beer if you have one."
"Sure. How was your walk outside?" They say, having Bertrand prepare some
"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
"Are you sure? These are quite useful. And damn are they expensive."
"Well, then I definitely can't afford them... it's fine. Just... hurt myself a bit."
"Nessa. I honestly don't care about my own well-being. Friend to friend, please take one."
They giggle a bit. "Find." She says, walking over and taking on. "So what now?"
*Heals her for 10 hp.* "What now? Whaddya mean?" Treble sits down and stifles a yawn.
Nessa frowns a bit. "Mmm... Guess I will just have to wait. I don't use my left hand that much anyway..." He mutters aloud
"What? Do you need another one? I mean, I got a bunch here."
"Nah, I just need time to repair myself... I cut my hand on some iron and my body isn't having a good time."
"Oh really? Can I see?" Treble takes Nessa's hand and inspects it, neutralizing one poison or disease they may have. *Paladin lay on hands!*
*May need to go soon.*
"Um... Sure." Treble sees a bruised and rust-red hand, mainly centered on a small cut located at their thumb. After she heals it, the rust color passes, but it still looks worse for wear. "Thanks! That is... well it is definitely better."
*BYE possibly*
"Oh, must be the aftereffects of the pill kicking in." She drops their hand and smiles at Nessa. "Well, I'm gonna get some sleep. Kinda sleep deprived right now... See ya in the morning, Nessa."
*OK, gotta go, bye!*
"Will do!"
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Galen looks up while slotting a piece of tech into place:"Hello."
"Hi! Something wrong?"
"Nothing really,my gun got hit the last time I ran into some foundation goons."
"I thought you worked for the foundation?"
"I did,then I left,even though they didn't want me too."
"Oh, and they didn't terminate you?"
"Oh they tried, fortunately I was too quick for them." He opens up a small portal and reappears behind Nessa.
Nessa is startled. "Um... cool. Paratech?"
"Well,the teleportation is from my arm,the gun was made by some foundation techs,I'm not 100% sure how."
*GTG,be back tomorrow.*
*BYE*
"That is what makes it Paratech!"
"Ah,right."
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"Exhausting. Also exhilarating. Running can be fun, running for your life even more so." She tucks the pen away. It looks faintly... stained with some kind of fluid.
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"Did you just... Hurt someone?" They ask, standing up and looking for some bandages
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"Um... No? Well, kinda. They deserved it. You do realize that's kinda my job, Nessa."
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"Yeah, just... nothing. You aren't trained in medicine, are you?"
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"No, not really. Although I do have these." Treble pulls out a small bottle of capsules that rattle around inside. *AKA Cure Wounds.*
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"Mmm... Those won't help." They say, wrapping their hand up. "Thanks for the offer though."
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"Are you sure? These are quite useful. And damn are they expensive."
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"Well, then I definitely can't afford them... it's fine. Just... hurt myself a bit."
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"Nessa. I honestly don't care about my own well-being. Friend to friend, please take one."
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They giggle a bit. "Find." She says, walking over and taking on. "So what now?"
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*Heals her for 7 hp.* "What now? Whaddya mean?" Treble sits down and stifles a yawn.
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Nessa frowns a bit. "Mmm... Guess I will just have to wait. I don't use my left hand that much anyway..." He mutters aloud
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"What? Do you need another one? I mean, I got a bunch here."
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"Nah, I just need time to repair myself... I cut my hand on some iron and my body isn't having a good time."
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"Oh really? Can I see?" Treble takes Nessa's hand and inspects it, neutralizing one poison or disease they may have. *Paladin lay on hands!*
*May need to go soon.*
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"Um... Sure." Treble sees a bruised and rust-red hand, mainly centered on a small cut located at their thumb. After she heals it, the rust color passes, but it still looks worse for wear. "Thanks! That is... well it is definitely better."
*BYE possibly*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Oh, must be the aftereffects of the pill kicking in." She drops their hand and smiles at Nessa. "Well, I'm gonna get some sleep. Kinda sleep deprived right now... See ya in the morning, Nessa."
*OK, gotta go, bye!*
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"Will do!"
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Harvey is chilling in the main room, drawing a poster.
Quill is drinking tea and writing a long string of numbers.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Ah,right."
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.
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