Lord's Rest Inn

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 Hunter gives a mix between a sigh and a growl. "Look at this thing! It could kill us all! You may have saved me, but unless I stay close to this monster it's going to start setting up a hive and assimilating people."

False doesn't pay attention. It nibbles the brookie with worm-like tendrils coming out of the many holes in its face. "Thank you, sir mage. May I have your name?"

*Got ENFJ-T for Felix*

 "You may call me Teddy. You are very polite, and I thank you for that." He says, smiling and nodding. He turns to The Hunter "Until he actually does something, I will take my chances. I am a betting man." He explains. 

*Noice.*

 "But that's how they get you! That's literally their entire tactic! They make you complacent and calm around something that will eat you and make a perfect copy!"

False looks over for once. "He's right. That is our species' primary tactic in the few cases when they get to my age. They do tend to leave close friends alive, though, to act as truly humanoid minions, something to reference while making more Sporespawn. But I'm not very interested in making a Hive. It won't help anyone, least of all me."

 "Don't worry, spores, poisons, telepathic responses, all the above can't affect my mind." He said, pulling out a bunch of cartons of Danish pastries. 

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*Does anyone want to RP?*

*YES INDEED I DO*

 *Perfect, time to use the character I specifically tailored for Thirteen.*

A man has entered the tavern, he is about 5'10 with stark white hair , grey eyes, and paler than normal skin. Very very light stitching is around his face and arms.

*fun times. also want to continue Honey’s shenanigans with the Bag?*

Thirteen looks up from his pocket orrery, its violet-and-yellow lights illuminating his face slightly.

 *Sure!*

Honey is smoking, getting high while painting. 

The person looks over at Thirteen, smiling slightly and going back to his drink.

Garty is just watching, kind of bored, while the Faceless Flesh is still trying to help however it can, holding up different colors for her at her necessity.

Thirteen watches this person with mild interest, snapping the last part of the frame into place, which finishes the arcane circuit that creates the illusory map of Wildspace.

 She picks up Garty like a kitten and holds it her, purring happily.

He can see telltale signs of zombiehood, his eyes being slightly bloodshot, the white hair from dying hair cells, and corroding nails. 

Garty has a slimy and discomforting texture, but it doesn’t object to being pet. “So uh, what kind of job did you want us to do? What kinds of stuff do you want us to collect for you?” Meanwhile, despite being, well, faceless, the Flesh seems to be almost jealous of the attention being lavished on its counterpart.

Having no real incentive to bother the fellow, Thirteen begins calibrating the orrery.

 "Not really. I don't really like using people for jobs, especially ones I can do myself." She chuckles. 

After a moment or two, he takes what appears to an unwitting woman outside, hunger painting his eyes but careful hidden on his expression.

"Well then why did you open our bag??" It inquires.

Now having something to worry about, Thirteen gets up and follows.

 She shrugs "I thought the bag was pretty so I wanted to see what was inside. 

As he follows he hears what sounds like a muffled scream and then silence.

“Oh.” Garty looks disappointed.

Thirteen hurries to the location of the strange undead, taking out his flail.

 "Oh dear, I'm sorry." She said, hugging him "I-I don't know."

The man walks back down the alley, smiling "Hey there Necromancer."

“Nah, it’s good. Hey, maybe now I have a chance to go and exercise some free will!” It says cheerfully, and the Faceless Flesh nods in agreement with this statement.

“Who are you?!”

 She picks up the Faceless Flesh and holds it as well "Would you at least like something to eat?"

"Blaine, a pleasure." He bows and grins.

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*characters for anyone who wants to rp*

Georgie is out buying supplies for the doll he's been making

Tycho is eating... something, in an alley

March plucks a missing poster off the board, looking at it for a few moments before crumbling it up and pocketing it

 Yuri appears behind him, scooping him up 

Scott is napping on a sofa in the tavern.

 He lets out a squeak, "Who-!" He turns, looking at her, "O-oh, hello miss Yuri"

Tycho enters the tavern, grabbing napkins and wiping his face and hands off. He looks over at Scott, walking over and leaning on the back of the couch

 She beams "Hi there Georgie!" She chirps. 

Scott wakes up, a light sleeper, and looks up at them "Oh, uh, hi.."

 "How are you?" He smiles happily

He smirks, "Evening sleepyhead"

 "I am well, preparing for hybernation soon."

"Why are you watching me?"

 "Like squirrels?" He tilts his head

"Technically I just got here. But you look less freaked out when you sleep."

 She nods, laughing. 

"Shaddup..." He sits up, rubbing his eyes

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 "But that's how they get you! That's literally their entire tactic! They make you complacent and calm around something that will eat you and make a perfect copy!"

False looks over for once. "He's right. That is our species' primary tactic in the few cases when they get to my age. They do tend to leave close friends alive, though, to act as truly humanoid minions, something to reference while making more Sporespawn. But I'm not very interested in making a Hive. It won't help anyone, least of all me."

 "Don't worry, spores, poisons, telepathic responses, all the above can't affect my mind." He said, pulling out a bunch of cartons of Danish pastries. 

 "Yes, but-"

"He's made a decision. If it turns out to be the wrong one, he'll live to be able to change it. It's not a big deal. Given those spells he pulled, it's not like he couldn't save anyone else. If he wanted, he could probably ward the entire town from us. Everything is fine, so that line of deception will not work. Are those danishes?"

"YOU... CAN'T... PROVE... THAT!" Strains the Hunter. "Mage, kill him! Do it now!"

"That's starting to sound like anger. May you let Teddy answer me, please?"

"Silence, beast! I'm not like you!"

"Thank you for these... things, Teddy. I haven't had real food in a long time. I've been eating wood and drinking mud for ages."

(wish I had brought a book on this trip -v- )