Lord's Rest Inn

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 He shudders and looks up at Rag. "I... see you, Rangerious. You've done a lot of good around here, and I trust your wisdom. You'd know how people work better than I. I've heard tale of your... regrettable exploits. But I must ask, why do you side with the bear? What makes you so sure that he can be trusted?"

The little girl finishes counting and runs around, looking for Bimothy. Eventually, she notices his tracks on the ground, lightly indented.

 "I do not trust that he is good, but I trust that he is right. I may not be as old and wise as I hope I am, but he chooses to make a mistake that would result in lives lost and nothing for it half it's worth. You won't have to handle the bear at all, I will do so myself." He says, taking a deep breath "And I know they hear that, and they should know, there is nowhere you can run to escape my wrath. I hope we understand each other." He smiles at the child.

 The bear finally speaks in his modulated voice, an almost cartoonish sound with a distorted crackle to it. "I understand. I will not run, but allow me the indulgence of hiding, for how little it means. I want you to know that I do not fear you. Violence is the tool of a lesser being, and I am no lesser being. So if you ever decide to harm me for whatever reason, know that I will not respond in kind. It may be egotistical, but it makes me feel better about myself on those cold, lonely nights in the workshop. I trust you'll find me when you need to."

The little girl follows the tracks, but by the time she gets there, the bear seems to be gone, only a gift box in his place.

 *Sorry again, had to go do a test, please forgive me.*

 "It does make you better than me, but some times, it is best to the lesser being. I do what others do not have to." He doesn't seem to be speaking to the bear, rather simply to himself before calling the little girl over with a smile broad of his face.

*anyone want to rp?*

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*anyone want to rp?*

 *I mean, I'm down if you are.*

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*anyone want to rp?*

 *I mean, I'm down if you are.*

 *sure*

Eya/Mahl is currently prowling around the forest, looking for some prey to hunt.

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*anyone want to rp?*

 *I mean, I'm down if you are.*

 *sure*

Eya/Mahl is currently prowling around the forest, looking for some prey to hunt.

 They can hear the sound of someone else hunting, Darius and the lioness also grabbing something to eat. They can see Darius confronts a bear in a clearing, and beats it to death with his bear hands.

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 The bear finally speaks in his modulated voice, an almost cartoonish sound with a distorted crackle to it. "I understand. I will not run, but allow me the indulgence of hiding, for how little it means. I want you to know that I do not fear you. Violence is the tool of a lesser being, and I am no lesser being. So if you ever decide to harm me for whatever reason, know that I will not respond in kind. It may be egotistical, but it makes me feel better about myself on those cold, lonely nights in the workshop. I trust you'll find me when you need to."

The little girl follows the tracks, but by the time she gets there, the bear seems to be gone, only a gift box in his place.

 *Sorry again, had to go do a test, please forgive me.*

 "It does make you better than me, but some times, it is best to the lesser being. I do what others do not have to." He doesn't seem to be speaking to the bear, rather simply to himself before calling the little girl over with a smile broad of his face.

 She runs over, giggling, and hops onto his lap, opening her present. Inside is a plush of Bimothy, with a little hatch in the chest that produces goodnuggets (goodberries made of breaded and fried meat).

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 "Oh, yes! I would love to see your process! They're so simple, but at the same time they have a lot of personality in their designs and behavior compared to most constructs." He chuckles a bit nervously.

"Wonderful!" She opens the door the rest of the way to let Max enter the warehouse. The strong smell of paint, as well as a very faint scent of blood, permeates throughout the whole of the building. There are now so many sketches and paintings that the collection entirely covers one of the warehouse walls- all of them developed to some degree, and not a single one completed. The floor is littered with mannequin parts, and a few more constructs are ambling about in the large open space with no clear objective- all of them clad in attire tailored by KK herself.

She walks Max over to an incomplete construct- an amalgam of mannequin parts with far too many arms for any sane creator to give anything- and starts stitching on even more.

 "Incredible... you are a very good tailor. I myself make clothing often, but never anything of this quality. I suppose my own form is limited in that way, keeping me in older fashions, but I wouldn't trade it for anything else. I find it very interesting how you eschew such limitations in your own work. But I must ask, what is the purpose of making so many mannequins?"

"Why, thank you! I create these purely for the joy of creation- art for art's sake." She says, adding another arm to the monstrosity. "As for their more unconventional forms... well, I find it more interesting. That's why I try to see how far I can push the norm, at what point it stops being recognized by the parts it is assembled from- I've done this with myself, and now, I do so with my own creations." She continues, grinning a sharp-toothed grin as she works.