A tall man stalks through the Draco, covered in bright white fabric in layer after layer. On his head is a chef's hat with a brim wide enough that he probably has to tilt his head to fit through some doorways. His eyes, the color of a frozen lake, gaze through the darkness of his heavy robing. The clatter of glass bottles follows his every step.
He enters the saloon, and as he does, something becomes apparent: he's dripping water. Fresh, cold, and clean water drips from under his many cloaks. He stands in the center of the room. "I've come to bargain." He says simply, his voice monotone and dull.
Deadeye is cleaning off the oak counters with a rag, looking up to ‘see’ them. Taking a toothpick from out of his mouth, his voice gruff, commanding yet calmly quiet “This a saloon. Get yerself somethin’ an’ maybe I’ll take the time out of my day to listen to ya.” He sticks the toothpick into the counter.
He steps forward and reaches out a long, thin hand, setting down a rack of full bottles. "2.011 liters of water. Give me a bourbon."
An eyebrow raises from behind his sunglasses, but he does reach for the bourbon and pours him a glass, “Then take a seat here pardner. I wouldn’t be talkin’ ‘bout how much water ya got if I were you, the kids ‘round here got sticky fingers.”
He steps forward and reaches out a long, thin hand, setting down a rack of full bottles. "2.011 liters of water. Give me a bourbon."
An eyebrow raises from behind his sunglasses, but he does reach for the bourbon and pours him a glass, “Then take a seat here pardner. I wouldn’t be talkin’ ‘bout how much water ya got if I were you, the kids ‘round here got sticky fingers.”
"Sticky fingers tend to get snapped up." He sits down. His breath is freezing cold. "I've come to bargain."
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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.
*Very obscure, not sure anyone will know where it's from. Wylie Burp*
A hooded figure enters the saloon, her lithe feline form clear to see as her long tail gentle sways behind her. She seems to wear simple black garb that allow for full freedom of movement. The shadows seem to cling to her black fur as vibrant green eyes scan the room with caution and intrigue. To avoid the small crowd forming, she takes a step into the shadows and disappears without a trace as if the darkness consumed her, only to appear, now seating, on the shady end of the bar furthest from the door. She turns to the barkeep. "May I inquire about your selection of spirits, my good man?"
He steps forward and reaches out a long, thin hand, setting down a rack of full bottles. "2.011 liters of water. Give me a bourbon."
An eyebrow raises from behind his sunglasses, but he does reach for the bourbon and pours him a glass, “Then take a seat here pardner. I wouldn’t be talkin’ ‘bout how much water ya got if I were you, the kids ‘round here got sticky fingers.”
"Sticky fingers tend to get snapped up." He sits down. His breath is freezing cold. "I've come to bargain."
He nods, “Then what do ya want, befer we go to what we get fer it.” He says, taking off his sunglasses, staring into his soul with blind eyes.
"Sticky fingers tend to get snapped up." He sits down. His breath is freezing cold. "I've come to bargain."
He nods, “Then what do ya want, befer we go to what we get fer it.” He says, taking off his sunglasses, staring into his soul with blind eyes.
There doesn't seem to be much soul to stare into. "I want you to orchestrate a large scale heist on a certain water bank as a distraction for me. I have the plans for it and the surrounding buildings. I've already gotten in, so I know my route works. But I need you to make some noise. While you do that, I will be studying the shield generators around the city. I'm hoping to improve on them, or at least replicate their designs."
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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.
"Sticky fingers tend to get snapped up." He sits down. His breath is freezing cold. "I've come to bargain."
He nods, “Then what do ya want, befer we go to what we get fer it.” He says, taking off his sunglasses, staring into his soul with blind eyes.
There doesn't seem to be much soul to stare into. "I want you to orchestrate a large scale heist on a certain water bank as a distraction for me. I have the plans for it and the surrounding buildings. I've already gotten in, so I know my route works. But I need you to make some noise. While you do that, I will be studying the shield generators around the city. I'm hoping to improve on them, or at least replicate their designs."
He taps the counter, his face untelling to whether he's considering the proposition or not. Eventually he stops tapping the counter, grabbing the rag and going back to cleaning glasses "You want me to risk gettin' caught an' to cause problems? Interestin' to say the least. Whatever yer offerin' better be worth while."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
There doesn't seem to be much soul to stare into. "I want you to orchestrate a large scale heist on a certain water bank as a distraction for me. I have the plans for it and the surrounding buildings. I've already gotten in, so I know my route works. But I need you to make some noise. While you do that, I will be studying the shield generators around the city. I'm hoping to improve on them, or at least replicate their designs."
He taps the counter, his face untelling to whether he's considering the proposition or not. Eventually he stops tapping the counter, grabbing the rag and going back to cleaning glasses "You want me to risk gettin' caught an' to cause problems? Interestin' to say the least. Whatever yer offerin' better be worth while."
"A possible 80,000 gallons of water. I say 'possible' because I don't know how much you will be able to get back, not because I don't know its actual amount. It will have to be processed, of course, but you will have as much pure liquid lucre as you dare carry. I can always find other thieves, but I doubt they will have as noble intentions as you."
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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.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
There doesn't seem to be much soul to stare into. "I want you to orchestrate a large scale heist on a certain water bank as a distraction for me. I have the plans for it and the surrounding buildings. I've already gotten in, so I know my route works. But I need you to make some noise. While you do that, I will be studying the shield generators around the city. I'm hoping to improve on them, or at least replicate their designs."
He taps the counter, his face untelling to whether he's considering the proposition or not. Eventually he stops tapping the counter, grabbing the rag and going back to cleaning glasses "You want me to risk gettin' caught an' to cause problems? Interestin' to say the least. Whatever yer offerin' better be worth while."
"A possible 80,000 gallons of water. I say 'possible' because I don't know how much you will be able to get back, not because I don't know its actual amount. It will have to be processed, of course, but you will have as much pure liquid lucre as you dare carry. I can always find other thieves, but I doubt they will have as noble intentions as you."
He squints with eyes that see nothing, and for a while it stays that way, until he makes a simple nod "I'll do it, I ain't able to get 80,000 gallons, but I will be able to get enough to last us another week, maybe two." He pours himself a glass of bourbon and downs it, before cleaning the glass "When do ya need it done?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"A possible 80,000 gallons of water. I say 'possible' because I don't know how much you will be able to get back, not because I don't know its actual amount. It will have to be processed, of course, but you will have as much pure liquid lucre as you dare carry. I can always find other thieves, but I doubt they will have as noble intentions as you."
He squints with eyes that see nothing, and for a while it stays that way, until he makes a simple nod "I'll do it, I ain't able to get 80,000 gallons, but I will be able to get enough to last us another week, maybe two." He pours himself a glass of bourbon and downs it, before cleaning the glass "When do ya need it done?"
"You have ten days to prepare. Gather mercenaries, supplies, whatever you need. Those generators changed the course of history, and I'll be damned if I'll let history lie in the hands of those worthless stodgy codgers." He places down several more liters of water before finally tasting his drink. "And I'll get you some better whiskey if you make it back alive." He downs it like a shot.
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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.
"A possible 80,000 gallons of water. I say 'possible' because I don't know how much you will be able to get back, not because I don't know its actual amount. It will have to be processed, of course, but you will have as much pure liquid lucre as you dare carry. I can always find other thieves, but I doubt they will have as noble intentions as you."
He squints with eyes that see nothing, and for a while it stays that way, until he makes a simple nod "I'll do it, I ain't able to get 80,000 gallons, but I will be able to get enough to last us another week, maybe two." He pours himself a glass of bourbon and downs it, before cleaning the glass "When do ya need it done?"
"You have ten days to prepare. Gather mercenaries, supplies, whatever you need. Those generators changed the course of history, and I'll be damned if I'll let history lie in the hands of those worthless stodgy codgers." He places down several more liters of water before finally tasting his drink. "And I'll get you some better whiskey if you make it back alive." He downs it like a shot.
He smirks slightly "Ain't that somethin'. I'd ask ya to find yerself somewhere to stay, but the saloon got rooms upstairs." He taps the counter before taking the water, putting it under the counter "Thank ya pardner. Someone gonna be real happy to have this."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*Okay, I got three ideas, two are existing characters [Arthur and the Soul Ranchers] and the third is a Wolfman who barbeques all sorts of beasties and sells them from his traveling carriage.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Very obscure, not sure anyone will know where it's from. Wylie Burp*
A hooded figure enters the saloon, her lithe feline form clear to see as her long tail gentle sways behind her. She seems to wear simple black garb that allow for full freedom of movement. The shadows seem to cling to her black fur as vibrant green eyes scan the room with caution and intrigue. To avoid the small crowd forming, she takes a step into the shadows and disappears without a trace as if the darkness consumed her, only to appear, now seating, on the shady end of the bar furthest from the door. She turns to the barkeep. "May I inquire about your selection of spirits, my good man?"
*Very obscure, not sure anyone will know where it's from. Wylie Burp*
A hooded figure enters the saloon, her lithe feline form clear to see as her long tail gentle sways behind her. She seems to wear simple black garb that allow for full freedom of movement. The shadows seem to cling to her black fur as vibrant green eyes scan the room with caution and intrigue. To avoid the small crowd forming, she takes a step into the shadows and disappears without a trace as if the darkness consumed her, only to appear, now seating, on the shady end of the bar furthest from the door. She turns to the barkeep. "May I inquire about your selection of spirits, my good man?"
*Sorry.*
Deadeye looks at them from cleaning the counter, his sunglasses so black you can't see through them in broad daylight. He takes another toothpick from out of his mouth and sticks it into a small Grove in the counter "Spirits? We ain't got no ghosts left here, sent em all packin' last week."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"You have ten days to prepare. Gather mercenaries, supplies, whatever you need. Those generators changed the course of history, and I'll be damned if I'll let history lie in the hands of those worthless stodgy codgers." He places down several more liters of water before finally tasting his drink. "And I'll get you some better whiskey if you make it back alive." He downs it like a shot.
He smirks slightly "Ain't that somethin'. I'd ask ya to find yerself somewhere to stay, but the saloon got rooms upstairs." He taps the counter before taking the water, putting it under the counter "Thank ya pardner. Someone gonna be real happy to have this."
"Thank God. Can you believe some people don't appreciate good water? Pisses me off something fierce." He sighs, shaking his hidden head. "Name's Barbeau. Inventor, cook, aquaphile."
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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.
*Okay, I got three ideas, two are existing characters [Arthur and the Soul Ranchers] and the third is a Wolfman who barbeques all sorts of beasties and sells them from his traveling carriage.*
*That is also very much welcome. A wolf man would be very much interesting to have around, though the carriage would have to travel via Draco.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
It's the thought that counts with the actions people take, isn't it? Nothing counts more than the intention somebody has in this world, as there's a mindset to be held dependant on what you've set out to do in this world. Nobody understands that more than the gentleman who walks into the bar. He wears your average western garb, of black and maroon accents, boots with solid black spurs, and a tight silk mask that covers the lower portion of his face, to just above his muzzle. He sits down at the bar, knocking twice on it with his paw, and tips his hat to he barkeep. "Hello, barkeep. Might I have a glass of water?"
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*Very obscure, not sure anyone will know where it's from. Wylie Burp*
A hooded figure enters the saloon, her lithe feline form clear to see as her long tail gentle sways behind her. She seems to wear simple black garb that allow for full freedom of movement. The shadows seem to cling to her black fur as vibrant green eyes scan the room with caution and intrigue. To avoid the small crowd forming, she takes a step into the shadows and disappears without a trace as if the darkness consumed her, only to appear, now seating, on the shady end of the bar furthest from the door. She turns to the barkeep. "May I inquire about your selection of spirits, my good man?"
*Sorry.*
Deadeye looks at them from cleaning the counter, his sunglasses so black you can't see through them in broad daylight. He takes another toothpick from out of his mouth and sticks it into a small Grove in the counter "Spirits? We ain't got no ghosts left here, sent em all packin' last week."
*It's all good*
She chuckles good naturedly a bit. "I mean alcohol ya jester" She says as she pulls out a small bag and takes out a few coins. "I know water is scarce, but hopefully it's a bit easier to get something a bit harder."
It's the thought that counts with the actions people take, isn't it? Nothing counts more than the intention somebody has in this world, as there's a mindset to be held dependant on what you've set out to do in this world. Nobody understands that more than the gentleman who walks into the bar. He wears your average western garb, of black and maroon accents, boots with solid black spurs, and a tight silk mask that covers the lower portion of his face, to just above his muzzle. He sits down at the bar, knocking twice on it with his paw, and tips his hat to he barkeep. "Hello, barkeep. Might I have a glass of water?"
You wouldn't expect it from someone like Deadeye, but he laughs, grainy and rough "Did ya say a glass of water? Are ya a prince? Cause if ya ain't and ya don't need it, then you'll have to stick to somethin' else." He puts a grain whiskey down on the counter.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
An eyebrow raises from behind his sunglasses, but he does reach for the bourbon and pours him a glass, “Then take a seat here pardner. I wouldn’t be talkin’ ‘bout how much water ya got if I were you, the kids ‘round here got sticky fingers.”
"Sticky fingers tend to get snapped up." He sits down. His breath is freezing cold. "I've come to bargain."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Very obscure, not sure anyone will know where it's from. Wylie Burp*
A hooded figure enters the saloon, her lithe feline form clear to see as her long tail gentle sways behind her. She seems to wear simple black garb that allow for full freedom of movement. The shadows seem to cling to her black fur as vibrant green eyes scan the room with caution and intrigue. To avoid the small crowd forming, she takes a step into the shadows and disappears without a trace as if the darkness consumed her, only to appear, now seating, on the shady end of the bar furthest from the door. She turns to the barkeep. "May I inquire about your selection of spirits, my good man?"
He nods, “Then what do ya want, befer we go to what we get fer it.” He says, taking off his sunglasses, staring into his soul with blind eyes.
There doesn't seem to be much soul to stare into. "I want you to orchestrate a large scale heist on a certain water bank as a distraction for me. I have the plans for it and the surrounding buildings. I've already gotten in, so I know my route works. But I need you to make some noise. While you do that, I will be studying the shield generators around the city. I'm hoping to improve on them, or at least replicate their designs."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He taps the counter, his face untelling to whether he's considering the proposition or not. Eventually he stops tapping the counter, grabbing the rag and going back to cleaning glasses "You want me to risk gettin' caught an' to cause problems? Interestin' to say the least. Whatever yer offerin' better be worth while."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"A possible 80,000 gallons of water. I say 'possible' because I don't know how much you will be able to get back, not because I don't know its actual amount. It will have to be processed, of course, but you will have as much pure liquid lucre as you dare carry. I can always find other thieves, but I doubt they will have as noble intentions as you."
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 any cowboys? I don’t think?*
*Maybe I’ll bring Kingfisher back*
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
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He squints with eyes that see nothing, and for a while it stays that way, until he makes a simple nod "I'll do it, I ain't able to get 80,000 gallons, but I will be able to get enough to last us another week, maybe two." He pours himself a glass of bourbon and downs it, before cleaning the glass "When do ya need it done?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I'm fine with Kingfisher coming along, anyone is welcome in the safety of Draco.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"You have ten days to prepare. Gather mercenaries, supplies, whatever you need. Those generators changed the course of history, and I'll be damned if I'll let history lie in the hands of those worthless stodgy codgers." He places down several more liters of water before finally tasting his drink. "And I'll get you some better whiskey if you make it back alive." He downs it like a shot.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He smirks slightly "Ain't that somethin'. I'd ask ya to find yerself somewhere to stay, but the saloon got rooms upstairs." He taps the counter before taking the water, putting it under the counter "Thank ya pardner. Someone gonna be real happy to have this."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Okay, I got three ideas, two are existing characters [Arthur and the Soul Ranchers] and the third is a Wolfman who barbeques all sorts of beasties and sells them from his traveling carriage.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sorry.*
Deadeye looks at them from cleaning the counter, his sunglasses so black you can't see through them in broad daylight. He takes another toothpick from out of his mouth and sticks it into a small Grove in the counter "Spirits? We ain't got no ghosts left here, sent em all packin' last week."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Thank God. Can you believe some people don't appreciate good water? Pisses me off something fierce." He sighs, shaking his hidden head. "Name's Barbeau. Inventor, cook, aquaphile."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*That is also very much welcome. A wolf man would be very much interesting to have around, though the carriage would have to travel via Draco.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Billy the kid*
It's the thought that counts with the actions people take, isn't it? Nothing counts more than the intention somebody has in this world, as there's a mindset to be held dependant on what you've set out to do in this world. Nobody understands that more than the gentleman who walks into the bar. He wears your average western garb, of black and maroon accents, boots with solid black spurs, and a tight silk mask that covers the lower portion of his face, to just above his muzzle. He sits down at the bar, knocking twice on it with his paw, and tips his hat to he barkeep. "Hello, barkeep. Might I have a glass of water?"
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
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*It's all good*
She chuckles good naturedly a bit. "I mean alcohol ya jester" She says as she pulls out a small bag and takes out a few coins. "I know water is scarce, but hopefully it's a bit easier to get something a bit harder."
You wouldn't expect it from someone like Deadeye, but he laughs, grainy and rough "Did ya say a glass of water? Are ya a prince? Cause if ya ain't and ya don't need it, then you'll have to stick to somethin' else." He puts a grain whiskey down on the counter.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)