Harley is off rummaging through a different office agian
behind her is an invisible Kendel
She finds a pen, and scribbles something on the door with a pad of paper
Kendel lowers himself over to it and narrows his eyes
It reads: 'If you're reading this, you're a dweeb'
He almost slaps her in the back of her head
Harley's sorting through some stuff as innocently as possible
She eventually pockets a doohickey, about the size of a quarter, humming to herself
Kendel snarls in her ear "Like i said, thieves never give their true word"
"Figured you were following me still." She says, unphased, "Not stealing it by the way, simply sorting the junk. Some of this stuff is literally in the trash."
"still bad to take it" He said, making himself visible
"I mean, is it? If somethings just going to rot in the bin, whats wrong with repurposing it?" She asks, looking back at him
Harley is off rummaging through a different office agian
behind her is an invisible Kendel
She finds a pen, and scribbles something on the door with a pad of paper
Kendel lowers himself over to it and narrows his eyes
It reads: 'If you're reading this, you're a dweeb'
He almost slaps her in the back of her head
Harley's sorting through some stuff as innocently as possible
She eventually pockets a doohickey, about the size of a quarter, humming to herself
Kendel snarls in her ear "Like i said, thieves never give their true word"
"Figured you were following me still." She says, unphased, "Not stealing it by the way, simply sorting the junk. Some of this stuff is literally in the trash."
"still bad to take it" He said, making himself visible
"I mean, is it? If somethings just going to rot in the bin, whats wrong with repurposing it?" She asks, looking back at him
Harley is off rummaging through a different office agian
behind her is an invisible Kendel
She finds a pen, and scribbles something on the door with a pad of paper
Kendel lowers himself over to it and narrows his eyes
It reads: 'If you're reading this, you're a dweeb'
He almost slaps her in the back of her head
Harley's sorting through some stuff as innocently as possible
She eventually pockets a doohickey, about the size of a quarter, humming to herself
Kendel snarls in her ear "Like i said, thieves never give their true word"
"Figured you were following me still." She says, unphased, "Not stealing it by the way, simply sorting the junk. Some of this stuff is literally in the trash."
"still bad to take it" He said, making himself visible
"I mean, is it? If somethings just going to rot in the bin, whats wrong with repurposing it?" She asks, looking back at him
"Put it back" he said
She huffs and sticks her tongue out at him, but chucks something back into the pile of parts in the bin
Harley is off rummaging through a different office agian
behind her is an invisible Kendel
She finds a pen, and scribbles something on the door with a pad of paper
Kendel lowers himself over to it and narrows his eyes
It reads: 'If you're reading this, you're a dweeb'
He almost slaps her in the back of her head
Harley's sorting through some stuff as innocently as possible
She eventually pockets a doohickey, about the size of a quarter, humming to herself
Kendel snarls in her ear "Like i said, thieves never give their true word"
"Figured you were following me still." She says, unphased, "Not stealing it by the way, simply sorting the junk. Some of this stuff is literally in the trash."
"still bad to take it" He said, making himself visible
"I mean, is it? If somethings just going to rot in the bin, whats wrong with repurposing it?" She asks, looking back at him
"Put it back" he said
She huffs and sticks her tongue out at him, but chucks something back into the pile of parts in the bin
Harley is off rummaging through a different office agian
behind her is an invisible Kendel
She finds a pen, and scribbles something on the door with a pad of paper
Kendel lowers himself over to it and narrows his eyes
It reads: 'If you're reading this, you're a dweeb'
He almost slaps her in the back of her head
Harley's sorting through some stuff as innocently as possible
She eventually pockets a doohickey, about the size of a quarter, humming to herself
Kendel snarls in her ear "Like i said, thieves never give their true word"
"Figured you were following me still." She says, unphased, "Not stealing it by the way, simply sorting the junk. Some of this stuff is literally in the trash."
"still bad to take it" He said, making himself visible
"I mean, is it? If somethings just going to rot in the bin, whats wrong with repurposing it?" She asks, looking back at him
"Put it back" he said
She huffs and sticks her tongue out at him, but chucks something back into the pile of parts in the bin
Harley is off rummaging through a different office agian
behind her is an invisible Kendel
She finds a pen, and scribbles something on the door with a pad of paper
Kendel lowers himself over to it and narrows his eyes
It reads: 'If you're reading this, you're a dweeb'
He almost slaps her in the back of her head
Harley's sorting through some stuff as innocently as possible
She eventually pockets a doohickey, about the size of a quarter, humming to herself
Kendel snarls in her ear "Like i said, thieves never give their true word"
"Figured you were following me still." She says, unphased, "Not stealing it by the way, simply sorting the junk. Some of this stuff is literally in the trash."
"still bad to take it" He said, making himself visible
"I mean, is it? If somethings just going to rot in the bin, whats wrong with repurposing it?" She asks, looking back at him
"Put it back" he said
She huffs and sticks her tongue out at him, but chucks something back into the pile of parts in the bin
Harley is off rummaging through a different office agian
behind her is an invisible Kendel
She finds a pen, and scribbles something on the door with a pad of paper
Kendel lowers himself over to it and narrows his eyes
It reads: 'If you're reading this, you're a dweeb'
He almost slaps her in the back of her head
Harley's sorting through some stuff as innocently as possible
She eventually pockets a doohickey, about the size of a quarter, humming to herself
Kendel snarls in her ear "Like i said, thieves never give their true word"
"Figured you were following me still." She says, unphased, "Not stealing it by the way, simply sorting the junk. Some of this stuff is literally in the trash."
"still bad to take it" He said, making himself visible
"I mean, is it? If somethings just going to rot in the bin, whats wrong with repurposing it?" She asks, looking back at him
"Put it back" he said
She huffs and sticks her tongue out at him, but chucks something back into the pile of parts in the bin
"empty your pockets" he said
"Why? Is this a mugging now?"
"No, i know your hiding things"
"No," She stands, jabbing him in the chest, "You assume i stole something. Because i'm just the little thief girl you use as a punching bag whenever i commit what you see as a crime."
Harley is off rummaging through a different office agian
behind her is an invisible Kendel
She finds a pen, and scribbles something on the door with a pad of paper
Kendel lowers himself over to it and narrows his eyes
It reads: 'If you're reading this, you're a dweeb'
He almost slaps her in the back of her head
Harley's sorting through some stuff as innocently as possible
She eventually pockets a doohickey, about the size of a quarter, humming to herself
Kendel snarls in her ear "Like i said, thieves never give their true word"
"Figured you were following me still." She says, unphased, "Not stealing it by the way, simply sorting the junk. Some of this stuff is literally in the trash."
"still bad to take it" He said, making himself visible
"I mean, is it? If somethings just going to rot in the bin, whats wrong with repurposing it?" She asks, looking back at him
"Put it back" he said
She huffs and sticks her tongue out at him, but chucks something back into the pile of parts in the bin
"empty your pockets" he said
"Why? Is this a mugging now?"
"No, i know your hiding things"
"No," She stands, jabbing him in the chest, "You assume i stole something. Because i'm just the little thief girl you use as a punching bag whenever i commit what you see as a crime."
"NO. Your just like every piece of trash out there who thinks that the smallest object is something they can pocket"
Harley is off rummaging through a different office agian
behind her is an invisible Kendel
She finds a pen, and scribbles something on the door with a pad of paper
Kendel lowers himself over to it and narrows his eyes
It reads: 'If you're reading this, you're a dweeb'
He almost slaps her in the back of her head
Harley's sorting through some stuff as innocently as possible
She eventually pockets a doohickey, about the size of a quarter, humming to herself
Kendel snarls in her ear "Like i said, thieves never give their true word"
"Figured you were following me still." She says, unphased, "Not stealing it by the way, simply sorting the junk. Some of this stuff is literally in the trash."
"still bad to take it" He said, making himself visible
"I mean, is it? If somethings just going to rot in the bin, whats wrong with repurposing it?" She asks, looking back at him
"Put it back" he said
She huffs and sticks her tongue out at him, but chucks something back into the pile of parts in the bin
"empty your pockets" he said
"Why? Is this a mugging now?"
"No, i know your hiding things"
"No," She stands, jabbing him in the chest, "You assume i stole something. Because i'm just the little thief girl you use as a punching bag whenever i commit what you see as a crime."
"NO. Your just like every piece of trash out there who thinks that the smallest object is something they can pocket"
"Don't act like you [gp]ing know me detective!" She seethes, "I don't take things just for the sake of having them. And i don't hurt people for some sadistic pleasure unlike you."
Harley is off rummaging through a different office agian
behind her is an invisible Kendel
She finds a pen, and scribbles something on the door with a pad of paper
Kendel lowers himself over to it and narrows his eyes
It reads: 'If you're reading this, you're a dweeb'
He almost slaps her in the back of her head
Harley's sorting through some stuff as innocently as possible
She eventually pockets a doohickey, about the size of a quarter, humming to herself
Kendel snarls in her ear "Like i said, thieves never give their true word"
"Figured you were following me still." She says, unphased, "Not stealing it by the way, simply sorting the junk. Some of this stuff is literally in the trash."
"still bad to take it" He said, making himself visible
"I mean, is it? If somethings just going to rot in the bin, whats wrong with repurposing it?" She asks, looking back at him
"Put it back" he said
She huffs and sticks her tongue out at him, but chucks something back into the pile of parts in the bin
"empty your pockets" he said
"Why? Is this a mugging now?"
"No, i know your hiding things"
"No," She stands, jabbing him in the chest, "You assume i stole something. Because i'm just the little thief girl you use as a punching bag whenever i commit what you see as a crime."
"NO. Your just like every piece of trash out there who thinks that the smallest object is something they can pocket"
"Don't act like you [gp]ing know me detective!" She seethes, "I don't take things just for the sake of having them. And i don't hurt people for some sadistic pleasure unlike you."
"YOur right but all i see is a immature child screaming at me"
"I mean, is it? If somethings just going to rot in the bin, whats wrong with repurposing it?" She asks, looking back at him
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Put it back" he said
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She huffs and sticks her tongue out at him, but chucks something back into the pile of parts in the bin
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"empty your pockets" he said
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"Why? Is this a mugging now?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Perception checks again.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No, i know your hiding things"
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I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"No," She stands, jabbing him in the chest, "You assume i stole something. Because i'm just the little thief girl you use as a punching bag whenever i commit what you see as a crime."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
13
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"NO. Your just like every piece of trash out there who thinks that the smallest object is something they can pocket"
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π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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Harly notices that the monster is back, judging by the noises.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Don't act like you [gp]ing know me detective!" She seethes, "I don't take things just for the sake of having them. And i don't hurt people for some sadistic pleasure unlike you."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Harley locates the nearest electrical plug, but doesn't say anything
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"YOur right but all i see is a immature child screaming at me"
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A long, black arm reaches into the office, about to grab Kendel while they're not looking.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*What is it if i may ask? LIke what is its base? construct? undead? minature space hamster?*
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*Monstrosity. That's all I'll say.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*well whatever it is, its going to need to make a CON save*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels