He looks up, going pale. He takes a step back, running into a table and jostling some rusty flensing knives. He looks behind him, realizing he doesn't have an easy escape route. "I, uh, was trying to get some metal. Th-this stuff, they throw it away when these places are repossessed. Sure, most of it is unusable, but they don't check. I... need the materials. I'm an inventor, and, as of recently, unemployed."
"Unemployed huh?" she fixes her glasses "The better stuff is deeper inside, left all the stuff behind and didn't even think to sell the items they couldn't use anymore. Good scrap metal seels for a silvery coin or two." She cackles.
"A-ah, I see." He tugs at his collar. "Is this your territory, Ma'am? I didn't mean to cut in on your profits. This, this is, uh, my first time looting. I usually had the money to buy steel before, but after losing my job and having to re-buy all the equipment I need... A-anyway, I'm sorry, I'm Max McAllan."
"Nah, just on a walk and saw ya. I forget who owned this building back in the day." She chuckles, her bird preening itself "Go ahead lad, ain't gonna stop you. Ma name is Jess Jenkin's but you can call me grandma, everyone here does."
"Thank you kindly." he says, taking the lantern and heading to the fishmonger.
Harbor Bird is sitting at his shack, watching the television.
He knocks on the door. "Got a big haul today."
Harbor sits up and grins "Well done be a tease, let me see em!"
"Follow me." he says, leading the way
Harbor follows after him, the tabaxi has a spring in his step "Gonna be here long kid?"
He shrugs. "Been here for a month or two. Just haven't caught much of worth. Just enough to feed myself." he says. Once they arrive to the boat he shows him the swordfish and the 25 cod he's caught.
Harbor grins and claps their paws "Perfect! Ill give ya.... 40 gold fer it all."
He raises his eyebrow. "Alright then I guess."
He digs around in a small pouch and pulls out a handful of gold coins, dumping them in their hand. They then produce a sack from somewhere and load up the fish.
"Thank you kindly." he says, taking the lantern and heading to the fishmonger.
Harbor Bird is sitting at his shack, watching the television.
He knocks on the door. "Got a big haul today."
Harbor sits up and grins "Well done be a tease, let me see em!"
"Follow me." he says, leading the way
Harbor follows after him, the tabaxi has a spring in his step "Gonna be here long kid?"
He shrugs. "Been here for a month or two. Just haven't caught much of worth. Just enough to feed myself." he says. Once they arrive to the boat he shows him the swordfish and the 25 cod he's caught.
Harbor grins and claps their paws "Perfect! Ill give ya.... 40 gold fer it all."
He raises his eyebrow. "Alright then I guess."
He digs around in a small pouch and pulls out a handful of gold coins, dumping them in their hand. They then produce a sack from somewhere and load up the fish.
He counts the gold to make sure he's not shorting him.
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Ye old creator of characters
Slave to the corporation of Starbucks as a barista
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Thank you kindly." he says, taking the lantern and heading to the fishmonger.
Harbor Bird is sitting at his shack, watching the television.
He knocks on the door. "Got a big haul today."
Harbor sits up and grins "Well done be a tease, let me see em!"
"Follow me." he says, leading the way
Harbor follows after him, the tabaxi has a spring in his step "Gonna be here long kid?"
He shrugs. "Been here for a month or two. Just haven't caught much of worth. Just enough to feed myself." he says. Once they arrive to the boat he shows him the swordfish and the 25 cod he's caught.
Harbor grins and claps their paws "Perfect! Ill give ya.... 40 gold fer it all."
He raises his eyebrow. "Alright then I guess."
He digs around in a small pouch and pulls out a handful of gold coins, dumping them in their hand. They then produce a sack from somewhere and load up the fish.
He counts the gold to make sure he's not shorting him.
There is actually more than what he said, about fourty-eight gold and three copper.
A small and clearly damaged wooden rowboat drifts near the shore, barely in shape to stay afloat. An elderly tiefling woman with tightly coiled and braided silvery hair, sky-blue skin, and horns resembling those of an aurochs lies in it, unconscious. She is clad in sweeping and hardy robes fit for a long journey and a green hooded cloak, affixed with an ornate brass clasp. She holds a psaltery in her arms loosely, and seems quite dehydrated.
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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.
A small and clearly damaged wooden rowboat drifts near the shore, barely in shape to stay afloat. An elderly tiefling woman with tightly coiled and braided silvery hair, sky-blue skin, and horns resembling those of an aurochs lies in it, unconscious. She is clad in sweeping and hardy robes fit for a long journey and a green hooded cloak, affixed with an ornate brass clasp. She holds a psaltery in her arms loosely, and seems quite dehydrated.
Jenkin's looks over her body, grumbling about another death from careless sailors. She has her son pick them up and bring them into her office in the factory.
There is actually more than what he said, about fourty-eight gold and three copper.
He pockets the money, not saying anything. "Any places that need clearing of monsters around here?"
"Hmmm, the ocean always needs help!" He laughs "Damn kraken myths tell of out in open waters round here. But other than that, humanoid monsters need getting rid of."
A small and clearly damaged wooden rowboat drifts near the shore, barely in shape to stay afloat. An elderly tiefling woman with tightly coiled and braided silvery hair, sky-blue skin, and horns resembling those of an aurochs lies in it, unconscious. She is clad in sweeping and hardy robes fit for a long journey and a green hooded cloak, affixed with an ornate brass clasp. She holds a psaltery in her arms loosely, and seems quite dehydrated.
Jenkin's looks over her body, grumbling about another death from careless sailors. She has her son pick them up and bring them into her office in the factory.
The bard stirs as they approach, barely able to rouse herself but definitely alive.
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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.
There is actually more than what he said, about fourty-eight gold and three copper.
He pockets the money, not saying anything. "Any places that need clearing of monsters around here?"
"Hmmm, the ocean always needs help!" He laughs "Damn kraken myths tell of out in open waters round here. But other than that, humanoid monsters need getting rid of."
"Aye. Where do they rest?" he asks, gathering a sword and flintlock from his boat.
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Ye old creator of characters
Slave to the corporation of Starbucks as a barista
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Might intro Damian and Sanviento here too later when I'm less busy. Or maybe when I have the time, or I could find an intro I can use.*
Two young figures with strange glowing eyes and scars float their way to the docks via rowboat.The Tiefling and the Aasimar both have average builds but both have a different...energy about them, the Tiefling, the type in get into stupid or insane situations from the look of them, and the Aasimar, more responsible, helping him out of those situations. Their eyes have a piercing grey glow to them, like they're looking into the very essence of your soul. A Red Tiefling in a Blood Maroon suit with Black detailing has a wide grin,na lute in one hand, and a Dark Aasimar with two pairs of angelic wings, like an archangel, in Ivory White suit with Gold detailing has looking tired but having fun with his companion. They both look around, the Aasimar with analyzing look and the Tiefling with sly look, like they're planning something, but they both don't do anything just yet, walking around.
*Don't want to use them right now, just introing.*
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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.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
A small and clearly damaged wooden rowboat drifts near the shore, barely in shape to stay afloat. An elderly tiefling woman with tightly coiled and braided silvery hair, sky-blue skin, and horns resembling those of an aurochs lies in it, unconscious. She is clad in sweeping and hardy robes fit for a long journey and a green hooded cloak, affixed with an ornate brass clasp. She holds a psaltery in her arms loosely, and seems quite dehydrated.
Jenkin's looks over her body, grumbling about another death from careless sailors. She has her son pick them up and bring them into her office in the factory.
The bard stirs as they approach, barely able to rouse herself but definitely alive.
"Bah, nevermind, she be alive." Jenkin rolls her eyes as her son sets them down.
"Nah, just on a walk and saw ya. I forget who owned this building back in the day." She chuckles, her bird preening itself "Go ahead lad, ain't gonna stop you. Ma name is Jess Jenkin's but you can call me grandma, everyone here does."
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
"Of course not, just curious as to my location." He smiles politely, though his eyes don't carry it.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
He digs around in a small pouch and pulls out a handful of gold coins, dumping them in their hand. They then produce a sack from somewhere and load up the fish.
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
He counts the gold to make sure he's not shorting him.
Ye old creator of characters
Slave to the corporation of Starbucks as a barista
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Well ye are in Rustport though it looks like hell right now!" he laughs.
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
There is actually more than what he said, about fourty-eight gold and three copper.
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
He chuckles with them, likely purely being polite "Oh, I have not introduced myself, how rude of me, Walter Pennyworth."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
A small and clearly damaged wooden rowboat drifts near the shore, barely in shape to stay afloat. An elderly tiefling woman with tightly coiled and braided silvery hair, sky-blue skin, and horns resembling those of an aurochs lies in it, unconscious. She is clad in sweeping and hardy robes fit for a long journey and a green hooded cloak, affixed with an ornate brass clasp. She holds a psaltery in her arms loosely, and seems quite dehydrated.
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 pockets the money, not saying anything. "Any places that need clearing of monsters around here?"
Ye old creator of characters
Slave to the corporation of Starbucks as a barista
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Might intro Damian and Sanviento here too later when I'm less busy. Or maybe when I have the time, or I could find an intro I can use.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
"Pleasure to meet ya Walter, my son. I am Wayne. I work these docks." He extends his hand.
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
Jenkin's looks over her body, grumbling about another death from careless sailors. She has her son pick them up and bring them into her office in the factory.
[ Discord: #houseofash4056 | PlayStation: RoseGardenTea | Instagram: undertonetrash | Youtube: Area 23 | Steam: RoseGardenTea. ]
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"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
He takes the hand with his own gloved hand, shaking it softly, firm enough to be respectful "What an oddly familiar name. The pleasure is all mine."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
"Hmmm, the ocean always needs help!" He laughs "Damn kraken myths tell of out in open waters round here. But other than that, humanoid monsters need getting rid of."
[ Discord: #houseofash4056 | PlayStation: RoseGardenTea | Instagram: undertonetrash | Youtube: Area 23 | Steam: RoseGardenTea. ]
- Pronouns: [He/Him/They/Them] Sexuality: [Panromantic/Demisexual] -
"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
The bard stirs as they approach, barely able to rouse herself but definitely alive.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Heh, well I'm right sure I never met ye." he said, fixing his spectacles "Need any help looking round town?"
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- Pronouns: [He/Him/They/Them] Sexuality: [Panromantic/Demisexual] -
"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.
"Aye. Where do they rest?" he asks, gathering a sword and flintlock from his boat.
Ye old creator of characters
Slave to the corporation of Starbucks as a barista
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Two young figures with strange glowing eyes and scars float their way to the docks via rowboat.The Tiefling and the Aasimar both have average builds but both have a different...energy about them, the Tiefling, the type in get into stupid or insane situations from the look of them, and the Aasimar, more responsible, helping him out of those situations. Their eyes have a piercing grey glow to them, like they're looking into the very essence of your soul. A Red Tiefling in a Blood Maroon suit with Black detailing has a wide grin,na lute in one hand, and a Dark Aasimar with two pairs of angelic wings, like an archangel, in Ivory White suit with Gold detailing has looking tired but having fun with his companion. They both look around, the Aasimar with analyzing look and the Tiefling with sly look, like they're planning something, but they both don't do anything just yet, walking around.
*Don't want to use them right now, just introing.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
He clasps his hands behind his back calmly "I do not believe so sir, though I appreciate the offer deeply. Thank you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
"Life is like a roller coaster, and you just took your seatbelt off."
"My music will reach the farthest edges of the Galaxy. What have you done today? Simpletons!"
"Bah, nevermind, she be alive." Jenkin rolls her eyes as her son sets them down.
[ Discord: #houseofash4056 | PlayStation: RoseGardenTea | Instagram: undertonetrash | Youtube: Area 23 | Steam: RoseGardenTea. ]
- Pronouns: [He/Him/They/Them] Sexuality: [Panromantic/Demisexual] -
"Friends do not handcuff each other to filthy pipes in cold basements." - Miss Scarlett.