"And that work has certainly paid off! Say, do you take commissions? Nothing too complex, just a new umbrella blade. My old one is functional, but not as flashy as I would like." He twirls his umbrella and extends a simple stiletto blade from the tip. "It pierces supernatural resistances and immunities, and makes indestructible things, well, destructible. I'm not sure if that's the umbrella or the blade itself that does that, but either way, I would adore to have something from a master craftsperson such as yourself."
"We've got all of that here. Including the bones." He offers a cigarette. "But some people might not appreciate a gumshoe wandering around. Not that you're unused to that, I'm sure."
“Oh sure, if you can supply me with some stuff of similar value. What alloy is it made of? Regular steel?” She examines it closely.
“A detective?” They giggle slightly. “No no no, you mistake me. I’m a lawyer.”
"I believe so. I wasn't the creator of this weapon." It seems to be made of some sort of cursed Damascus, with suffering faces etched into it.
"Damn. My deductive skills failed me yet again. Oh well. Not sure you'll find many cases out here. People tend to just kill each other when they have a problem here. Which is why I stay in the protective field when I can."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"And that work has certainly paid off! Say, do you take commissions? Nothing too complex, just a new umbrella blade. My old one is functional, but not as flashy as I would like." He twirls his umbrella and extends a simple stiletto blade from the tip. "It pierces supernatural resistances and immunities, and makes indestructible things, well, destructible. I'm not sure if that's the umbrella or the blade itself that does that, but either way, I would adore to have something from a master craftsperson such as yourself."
"We've got all of that here. Including the bones." He offers a cigarette. "But some people might not appreciate a gumshoe wandering around. Not that you're unused to that, I'm sure."
“Oh sure, if you can supply me with some stuff of similar value. What alloy is it made of? Regular steel?” She examines it closely.
“A detective?” They giggle slightly. “No no no, you mistake me. I’m a lawyer.”
"I believe so. I wasn't the creator of this weapon." It seems to be made of some sort of cursed Damascus, with suffering faces etched into it.
"Damn. My deductive skills failed me yet again. Oh well. Not sure you'll find many cases out here. People tend to just kill each other when they have a problem here. Which is why I stay in the protective field when I can."
Loriche looks slightly concerned. “Okay, would you be alright with me taking your old blade to melt it down and use it to make the new one?”
“Aw. Well, maybe I can just do civil cases. Or take up work as a federal prosecutor.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I believe so. I wasn't the creator of this weapon." It seems to be made of some sort of cursed Damascus, with suffering faces etched into it.
"Damn. My deductive skills failed me yet again. Oh well. Not sure you'll find many cases out here. People tend to just kill each other when they have a problem here. Which is why I stay in the protective field when I can."
Loriche looks slightly concerned. “Okay, would you be alright with me taking your old blade to melt it down and use it to make the new one?”
“Aw. Well, maybe I can just do civil cases. Or take up work as a federal prosecutor.”
"Oh, go right ahead! I'm sure whatever you do will be an improvement!" He giggles.
"Honestly... I hope you find meaning in your work. Lawyers are important." He stomps out his cig. "I'll take a look at your 'folio if I ever need one. I like to hire local when I can."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I believe so. I wasn't the creator of this weapon." It seems to be made of some sort of cursed Damascus, with suffering faces etched into it.
"Damn. My deductive skills failed me yet again. Oh well. Not sure you'll find many cases out here. People tend to just kill each other when they have a problem here. Which is why I stay in the protective field when I can."
Loriche looks slightly concerned. “Okay, would you be alright with me taking your old blade to melt it down and use it to make the new one?”
“Aw. Well, maybe I can just do civil cases. Or take up work as a federal prosecutor.”
"Oh, go right ahead! I'm sure whatever you do will be an improvement!" He giggles.
"Honestly... I hope you find meaning in your work. Lawyers are important." He stomps out his cig. "I'll take a look at your 'folio if I ever need one. I like to hire local when I can."
“Kay.” She yanks the blade out of the umbrella and examines it. “How does the spring mechanism on this work?”
“Thanks you very much, good sir.” They mumble. “Any other advice?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh, go right ahead! I'm sure whatever you do will be an improvement!" He giggles.
"Honestly... I hope you find meaning in your work. Lawyers are important." He stomps out his cig. "I'll take a look at your 'folio if I ever need one. I like to hire local when I can."
“Kay.” She yanks the blade out of the umbrella and examines it. “How does the spring mechanism on this work?”
“Thanks you very much, good sir.” They mumble. “Any other advice?”
"You twist the umbrella's handle and it comes out. I never had to repair or maintain the thing despite its relatively heavy use, so it must be pretty sturdy." It leaves grooves in her gauntlets where she gripped it hard enough. The mix of sharpness, hardness, and durability to do that would have to be nearly absolute. However, it seems to be relatively dull now. Even the faces are gone.
"No, not really. I'm just the guy who shoots the Spectres. Speaking of which, I'll be here if you need me. I get paid by the soul, so I perform exterminations for free."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, go right ahead! I'm sure whatever you do will be an improvement!" He giggles.
"Honestly... I hope you find meaning in your work. Lawyers are important." He stomps out his cig. "I'll take a look at your 'folio if I ever need one. I like to hire local when I can."
“Kay.” She yanks the blade out of the umbrella and examines it. “How does the spring mechanism on this work?”
“Thanks you very much, good sir.” They mumble. “Any other advice?”
"You twist the umbrella's handle and it comes out. I never had to repair or maintain the thing despite its relatively heavy use, so it must be pretty sturdy." It leaves grooves in her gauntlets where she gripped it hard enough. The mix of sharpness, hardness, and durability to do that would have to be nearly absolute. However, it seems to be relatively dull now. Even the faces are gone.
"No, not really. I'm just the guy who shoots the Spectres. Speaking of which, I'll be here if you need me. I get paid by the soul, so I perform exterminations for free."
“Huh. Hope nothing unexpected comes out when I melt it down…” She chuckles nervously.
“Aight.” Vitroze stumbles down the road into the inn.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You twist the umbrella's handle and it comes out. I never had to repair or maintain the thing despite its relatively heavy use, so it must be pretty sturdy." It leaves grooves in her gauntlets where she gripped it hard enough. The mix of sharpness, hardness, and durability to do that would have to be nearly absolute. However, it seems to be relatively dull now. Even the faces are gone.
"No, not really. I'm just the guy who shoots the Spectres. Speaking of which, I'll be here if you need me. I get paid by the soul, so I perform exterminations for free."
“Huh. Hope nothing unexpected comes out when I melt it down…” She chuckles nervously.
“Aight.” Vitroze stumbles down the road into the inn.
He replies with his own, more confident chuckle "Ah, I doubt that would happen. Any souls that could theoretically be trapped in there would know not to mess with anyone who's doing something for me."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"With my family, I would happily celebrate alone and send them pictures of how much fun I'm having without them. They'd hate that. But my family isn't yours. I'd be happy to help however I can, and maybe we can take pictures anyway and when you get home, you can show them that you still celebrated your tradition, not out of spite, but to show that you still cared enough to celebrate them even when you were far away. I don't know. What's the holiday about, anyway?"
“Well, it has a bit of a complicated history…but it’s become a reason for friends and family to come together to feast and be thankful for what we have.”
"Ah. That sounds a bit sad to be alone on. Well, while you cook, I could decorate for it, if that's a tradition. My culture decorates for just about every occasion."
“It isn’t a decorative holiday for the most part, but it is a very fall holiday so autumn tones would fit” Leo replies.
*Sorry everyone, I’m back. Hope I didn’t miss anything. How is everyone?*
*Pretty good overall*
*Happy to hear that.*
*So since Damian is still staying in the tavern, what should Mauric do, given that his charge is so much more minor?*
*He’s probably safe to go back to his life, no one would spend their time going after him. Mauric is perfectly safe.*
*good because he’s so fun to roleplay with and i’d hate to lose him. anyway, how are you holding up? Enjoying our latest, greatest, most American excuse to indulge our collective gluttony?*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sorry everyone, I’m back. Hope I didn’t miss anything. How is everyone?*
*Doing good, just finished dinner with the fam*
*Same, it was a fantastic meal, hope yours was just as good or better.*
*It was. I’m pretty simple. Turkey, mash potatoes, and stuffing all the way for me. Though the bread crumb covered mac and cheese was good surprise this year.*
"With my family, I would happily celebrate alone and send them pictures of how much fun I'm having without them. They'd hate that. But my family isn't yours. I'd be happy to help however I can, and maybe we can take pictures anyway and when you get home, you can show them that you still celebrated your tradition, not out of spite, but to show that you still cared enough to celebrate them even when you were far away. I don't know. What's the holiday about, anyway?"
“Well, it has a bit of a complicated history…but it’s become a reason for friends and family to come together to feast and be thankful for what we have.”
"Ah. That sounds a bit sad to be alone on. Well, while you cook, I could decorate for it, if that's a tradition. My culture decorates for just about every occasion."
“It isn’t a decorative holiday for the most part, but it is a very fall holiday so autumn tones would fit” Leo replies.
Felix nods. "I could like, stick some leaves here and there. Maybe a wreath."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I believe so. I wasn't the creator of this weapon." It seems to be made of some sort of cursed Damascus, with suffering faces etched into it.
"Damn. My deductive skills failed me yet again. Oh well. Not sure you'll find many cases out here. People tend to just kill each other when they have a problem here. Which is why I stay in the protective field when I can."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Loriche looks slightly concerned. “Okay, would you be alright with me taking your old blade to melt it down and use it to make the new one?”
“Aw. Well, maybe I can just do civil cases. Or take up work as a federal prosecutor.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sorry everyone, I’m back. Hope I didn’t miss anything. How is everyone?*
"Oh, go right ahead! I'm sure whatever you do will be an improvement!" He giggles.
"Honestly... I hope you find meaning in your work. Lawyers are important." He stomps out his cig. "I'll take a look at your 'folio if I ever need one. I like to hire local when I can."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Pretty good overall*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Kay.” She yanks the blade out of the umbrella and examines it. “How does the spring mechanism on this work?”
“Thanks you very much, good sir.” They mumble. “Any other advice?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Happy to hear that.*
*So since Damian is still staying in the tavern, what should Mauric do, given that his charge is so much more minor?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You twist the umbrella's handle and it comes out. I never had to repair or maintain the thing despite its relatively heavy use, so it must be pretty sturdy." It leaves grooves in her gauntlets where she gripped it hard enough. The mix of sharpness, hardness, and durability to do that would have to be nearly absolute. However, it seems to be relatively dull now. Even the faces are gone.
"No, not really. I'm just the guy who shoots the Spectres. Speaking of which, I'll be here if you need me. I get paid by the soul, so I perform exterminations for free."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*He’s probably safe to go back to his life, no one would spend their time going after him. Mauric is perfectly safe.*
“Huh. Hope nothing unexpected comes out when I melt it down…” She chuckles nervously.
“Aight.” Vitroze stumbles down the road into the inn.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He replies with his own, more confident chuckle "Ah, I doubt that would happen. Any souls that could theoretically be trapped in there would know not to mess with anyone who's doing something for me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Doing good, just finished dinner with the fam*
“It isn’t a decorative holiday for the most part, but it is a very fall holiday so autumn tones would fit” Leo replies.
*Same, it was a fantastic meal, hope yours was just as good or better.*
*good because he’s so fun to roleplay with and i’d hate to lose him. anyway, how are you holding up? Enjoying our latest, greatest, most American excuse to indulge our collective gluttony?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*It was. I’m pretty simple. Turkey, mash potatoes, and stuffing all the way for me. Though the bread crumb covered mac and cheese was good surprise this year.*
Felix nods. "I could like, stick some leaves here and there. Maybe a wreath."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“That would be cool, make some bouquet of leaves.” Leo would begin mashing the potatoes before prepping the turkey.
Felix nods and heads outside to gather the prettiest leaves he can.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.