*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?*
*I would say X, but he's sane now and on a trip, Omi might but I don't really feel like using him for this. The only slight options would be James, a mute raigaar with the mental capacity of a 12 year old or Jax, a bounty hunter.*
*Nope, other than Paracelsus, I don’t got any preferences.*
Jack has politely borrowed the kitchen, and is making some breakfast.. its worth noting that its evening.
James is still with Nine and it's owner, reading a book
Zephyr is inspecting Don's sword.
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.
"Oh, hey..." he says lazily, turning to look at them from the bacon. "I asked to borrow the tavern kitchen.. some guy said it was okay, Maurice or something?.."
He shows them the cover, a simple book about trains
"Hey, babe?!" he calls out, not bothering to move from his spot.
He nods “Mauric, he would do that, nice to meet you, Damian Alterious.” He says, sitting down on the counter nearby, “You can use it, I’ll wait patiently.”
“Trains? Oh you are probably on the spectrum then, how wonderful.” She says, patting their head softly.
He turns to look back at them, his hips done swaying “Yeah babe?” He walks over to them.
*Alright, hit me. I need you to go first for a very specific purpose.*
*That's not concerning at all*
Aldo is serving floats to families in the park. He is staying out in the open but within a short distance of the treeline, so he can run for cover if anyone starts shooting.
"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."
He smiles and finishes off his ice cream. “I’ll remember you, little fella, don’t you worry. Don’t hesitate to call if you do find yerself in a sticky situation. I’m always glad to help a friend in need.” He pauses and looks out at a nearby tree. “See that there tree, every one of those leaves could be my, or a fella of mine’s, ear. I’m a sorta tree spirit you know. And if you do find yerself needin’ my assistance… I usually find it easier to hear folks when a cigar or some rum is in the nearby vicinity. It’s a Kapre thing.”
Aldo is serving floats to families in the park. He is staying out in the open but within a short distance of the treeline, so he can run for cover if anyone starts shooting.
*he's got it coming, maybe*
At the very back of the line is a white furred strugel, only slightly taller than average. He wears an outer coat and slacks, having fluffy lavender hair that obscures his eyes, and his face a bit as well.
*As a note, strugels always have white fur, but they dye it all sorts of colors based on their station or caste. Purple means a high-ranking or senior craftsman, while pink (Aldo's color) means a low-ranking craftsman.*
Aldo pretends not to pay attention until the other reaches the front of the line. He reaches into his freezer and begins looking through bottles and ice cream tubs. "What can I get ya', man?" There is a very faint, almost imperceptible warning in his voice. Any further than a couple feet and it would be impossible to make it out as anything other than a friendly question.
"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."
He smiles and finishes off his ice cream. “I’ll remember you, little fella, don’t you worry. Don’t hesitate to call if you do find yerself in a sticky situation. I’m always glad to help a friend in need.” He pauses and looks out at a nearby tree. “See that there tree, every one of those leaves could be my, or a fella of mine’s, ear. I’m a sorta tree spirit you know. And if you do find yerself needin’ my assistance… I usually find it easier to hear folks when a cigar or some rum is in the nearby vicinity. It’s a Kapre thing.”
"I'll keep some on hand for 'ya, Kapre Man." He nods in thanks and heads off, whistling.
*As a note, strugels always have white fur, but they dye it all sorts of colors based on their station or caste. Purple means a high-ranking or senior craftsman, while pink (Aldo's color) means a low-ranking craftsman.*
Aldo pretends not to pay attention until the other reaches the front of the line. He reaches into his freezer and begins looking through bottles and ice cream tubs. "What can I get ya', man?" There is a very faint, almost imperceptible warning in his voice. Any further than a couple feet and it would be impossible to make it out as anything other than a friendly question.
*Interesting to note, thank you*
"Just here to see what you got." he pulls out a coin purse. "I'd like a cherry soda with vanilla ice cream if that's possible."
"'Course!" He immediately whips him up his order with whipped cream and a maraschino cherry on top, served in a sturdy paper cup with a compostable spoon. The other might notice that he was given an extra scoop of ice cream. "Three coppers, please." And not charged for it.
A small human man is relaxing outside the inn. He keeps checking his pocketwatch
A wolf ambles up to his spot in the grass and lies down beside him, dropping an envelope in his lap. He gives the wolf a scratch and reads the letter
*im open*
"You seem pretty anxious..." a sleepy, fluffy haired wolfkind points out from nearby, leaning against the building
"I'm not sure i do, mate" he is only half-paying attention
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"'Course!" He immediately whips him up his order with whipped cream and a maraschino cherry on top, served in a sturdy paper cup with a compostable spoon. The other might notice that he was given an extra scoop of ice cream. "Three coppers, please." And not charged for it.
"You sure that's all?" he tilts his head, handing them five copper. "Or are you just afraid, so you're placating me?" his voice, if strugels have a specific accent, does not match the profile of one.
He stops smiling and flicks one of the coppers onto the ground, taking the rest. "So that's what this is, huh? I assure you, whatever you're looking for, you're going to come away with more than you expected. I'm trying to run an honest business. And all these hitmen are starting to piss me off. This is me being nice. Being civil. I haven't killed a single man, woman, or child since I quit, and I'd rather keep it that way. I'm serving you extra well because I expect an honest review to be given to whoever paid you to come here and mess with me. Because I really do care about this sort o' stuff. Capisce, friend-o?"
*I think Jax would be cool for this.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods “Mauric, he would do that, nice to meet you, Damian Alterious.” He says, sitting down on the counter nearby, “You can use it, I’ll wait patiently.”
“Trains? Oh you are probably on the spectrum then, how wonderful.” She says, patting their head softly.
He turns to look back at them, his hips done swaying “Yeah babe?” He walks over to them.
*You want a divorce, my life will forever be ruined!*
*That's not concerning at all*
Aldo is serving floats to families in the park. He is staying out in the open but within a short distance of the treeline, so he can run for cover if anyone starts shooting.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He smiles and finishes off his ice cream. “I’ll remember you, little fella, don’t you worry. Don’t hesitate to call if you do find yerself in a sticky situation. I’m always glad to help a friend in need.” He pauses and looks out at a nearby tree. “See that there tree, every one of those leaves could be my, or a fella of mine’s, ear. I’m a sorta tree spirit you know. And if you do find yerself needin’ my assistance… I usually find it easier to hear folks when a cigar or some rum is in the nearby vicinity. It’s a Kapre thing.”
*As a note, strugels always have white fur, but they dye it all sorts of colors based on their station or caste. Purple means a high-ranking or senior craftsman, while pink (Aldo's color) means a low-ranking craftsman.*
Aldo pretends not to pay attention until the other reaches the front of the line. He reaches into his freezer and begins looking through bottles and ice cream tubs. "What can I get ya', man?" There is a very faint, almost imperceptible warning in his voice. Any further than a couple feet and it would be impossible to make it out as anything other than a friendly question.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I'll keep some on hand for 'ya, Kapre Man." He nods in thanks and heads off, whistling.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"'Course!" He immediately whips him up his order with whipped cream and a maraschino cherry on top, served in a sturdy paper cup with a compostable spoon. The other might notice that he was given an extra scoop of ice cream. "Three coppers, please." And not charged for it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*weeeeee*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I'm not sure i do, mate" he is only half-paying attention
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Eheheheheheheheh >:3*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He stops smiling and flicks one of the coppers onto the ground, taking the rest. "So that's what this is, huh? I assure you, whatever you're looking for, you're going to come away with more than you expected. I'm trying to run an honest business. And all these hitmen are starting to piss me off. This is me being nice. Being civil. I haven't killed a single man, woman, or child since I quit, and I'd rather keep it that way. I'm serving you extra well because I expect an honest review to be given to whoever paid you to come here and mess with me. Because I really do care about this sort o' stuff. Capisce, friend-o?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels