"Got kinda caught up in it. Press ganged! Coerced!" He tops it with three maraschino cherries. "There we go! Signed an' sealed." He puts a spoon in it.
"Looks scrumptious," He takes a very large scoop out and places the frozen food into his mouth. He closes his eyes as he enjoys the chilly treat. "That's wonderful." He takes another long and savored bite before saying, "I ran a gang once."
"Hah! 'Magine it was a big un' too, eh pops? Don't want nothin' t' do with gangs no more, so I understand the use a' past tense. Gaurds on ya' tail, violence everywhere ya go, and that sick sense that you're parta the problem... nasty work." He folds up his cart once more, then holds out his paw to shake. "I'm Nails, but my real name is Aldo. You an' me, we're brothas now, got it? We look out fo eachotha. Keep eachotha safe, right? I'll be honest, I prol'ly could blown those guys ta bits if they didn't get the drop on me, but you, man, you saved my life."
“Heh it were pretty big I guess. Started when I gave a little rebel sanctuary in my forest. Originally we was sposed to be fightin’ against the oppressa’s but I found out our little troop was extortin’ and thievin’ from the wrong folks. Was a mess to clean up. Real nasty work.”
He moves his cigar to the same hand that is holding his ice cream and engulfs your hand in his. “I am the Kapre. I’m pickin’ up what you’re puttin’ down, brotha, folks gotta have other folks lookin’ out for each other. And I’m sure you coulda handled yerself quite well but I thought I’d lend you a hand anyway. Spare you the effort, you know?”
*I would also like to RP. I want to develop Aldo some more.*
*Who would you like to have out of mine?*
*Give me... Benimaru.*
*I don't know how he would respond to a strugel soda jerk, but I'm hoping it'll be fun.*
*Benimaru I will give you, and he will react, interestingly.*
Benimaru is walking through the streets, his body burning and eyes closed as he walks past people with ease, two arms holding his mop while the others are in his Gi.
*I would also like to RP. I want to develop Aldo some more.*
*by all means. who do ya want?*
*Well, this guy is a strugel ex-mob explosives expert, extortion collector, and bookkeeper who now sells ice cream floats so that he can resolve his Romeo and Juliet story without anyone dying, but the mafia he worked for wants him back or dead and don't particularly care which.*
*Who do you think would have an interesting interaction with that?*
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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.
"Hah! 'Magine it was a big un' too, eh pops? Don't want nothin' t' do with gangs no more, so I understand the use a' past tense. Gaurds on ya' tail, violence everywhere ya go, and that sick sense that you're parta the problem... nasty work." He folds up his cart once more, then holds out his paw to shake. "I'm Nails, but my real name is Aldo. You an' me, we're brothas now, got it? We look out fo eachotha. Keep eachotha safe, right? I'll be honest, I prol'ly could blown those guys ta bits if they didn't get the drop on me, but you, man, you saved my life."
“Heh it were pretty big I guess. Started when I gave a little rebel sanctuary in my forest. Originally we was sposed to be fightin’ against the oppressa’s but I found out our little troop was extortin’ and thievin’ from the wrong folks. Was a mess to clean up. Real nasty work.”
He moves his cigar to the same hand that is holding his ice cream and engulfs your hand in his. “I am the Kapre. I’m pickin’ up what you’re puttin’ down, brotha, folks gotta have other folks lookin’ out for each other. And I’m sure you coulda handled yerself quite well but I thought I’d lend you a hand anyway. Spare you the effort, you know?”
"Nah, I was in a real jam. Gimee time and a spot and I can take out Neverember, but catch me off guard and I'm street meat. This sword was meant to protect me, and it does its job against low-level goons pretty well, but those guys weren't even Soldiers and I could barely scratch em'. Not that I wan'ed em' dead, but you get it. They had the time, the place, and the mark. If you need my help, I'll fight God with a toothpick. I need help? Well, I hope you can shuffle around your schedule for a dental deicide. I won't call ya' for anything 'less it's an emergency, though. You can call me whenever. I got you, bro."
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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 don't know how he would respond to a strugel soda jerk, but I'm hoping it'll be fun.*
*Benimaru I will give you, and he will react, interestingly.*
Benimaru is walking through the streets, his body burning and eyes closed as he walks past people with ease, two arms holding his mop while the others are in his Gi.
He's suddenly sprayed with cold carbonated water, which I assume just evaporates before it even hits him. Aldo "Nails" Syrupsoft is manning his cart, and is hyperventilating. First it was because someone was on fire, now it's because he thinks he just angered an Efreeti or something.
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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.
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*Nope, other than Paracelsus, I don’t got any preferences.*
*Give me... Benimaru.*
*I don't know how he would respond to a strugel soda jerk, but I'm hoping it'll be fun.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Heh it were pretty big I guess. Started when I gave a little rebel sanctuary in my forest. Originally we was sposed to be fightin’ against the oppressa’s but I found out our little troop was extortin’ and thievin’ from the wrong folks. Was a mess to clean up. Real nasty work.”
He moves his cigar to the same hand that is holding his ice cream and engulfs your hand in his. “I am the Kapre. I’m pickin’ up what you’re puttin’ down, brotha, folks gotta have other folks lookin’ out for each other. And I’m sure you coulda handled yerself quite well but I thought I’d lend you a hand anyway. Spare you the effort, you know?”
*heyo*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Benimaru I will give you, and he will react, interestingly.*
Benimaru is walking through the streets, his body burning and eyes closed as he walks past people with ease, two arms holding his mop while the others are in his Gi.
*Well, this guy is a strugel ex-mob explosives expert, extortion collector, and bookkeeper who now sells ice cream floats so that he can resolve his Romeo and Juliet story without anyone dying, but the mafia he worked for wants him back or dead and don't particularly care which.*
*Who do you think would have an interesting interaction with that?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hmm. Saphuno and Omi?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Damian wouldn’t know that it’s afternoon, nor would he know someone borrowed the kitchen, walking inside to see them, and seeming a little surprised.
Paracelsus sits down next to them on her bed, “What are you reading there?”
It seems dusted, and magical based on how it’s connected to Don himself. Don is in the kitchen, swaying its hips as he cooks.
*Want anyone specific bud?*
*Oh also, Salem, someone may arrive at Jax’s house with a bag of teeth soon. Don’t worry about it too much, it’s just about Marie.*
"Nah, I was in a real jam. Gimee time and a spot and I can take out Neverember, but catch me off guard and I'm street meat. This sword was meant to protect me, and it does its job against low-level goons pretty well, but those guys weren't even Soldiers and I could barely scratch em'. Not that I wan'ed em' dead, but you get it. They had the time, the place, and the mark. If you need my help, I'll fight God with a toothpick. I need help? Well, I hope you can shuffle around your schedule for a dental deicide. I won't call ya' for anything 'less it's an emergency, though. You can call me whenever. I got you, bro."
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 suddenly sprayed with cold carbonated water, which I assume just evaporates before it even hits him. Aldo "Nails" Syrupsoft is manning his cart, and is hyperventilating. First it was because someone was on fire, now it's because he thinks he just angered an Efreeti or something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.