"I prefer in-person meetings for just talking. But yeah, I need some violence done, and I bet my four prized Kamaitachi sickles that you can make it happen. I don't need anyone killed, I just want you to put some pressure on Hazmat and Twisted Metal out here. You'll be paid by the hour and given a bonus if you keep going 'till the end of the month. This is personal, so I am literally wagering my sickles to you. If you can get Iago and Roadkill Charlie out in the open at the end of the month without anyone else dying, you can have all four. Consider it a star rating, but with Artefacts."
They can practically hear the silence over the phone, awed by the offer and mulling it over in his mind for a moment as his foot before to tap, "You don't want them dead, so I'll keep the chains and muzzle on, I don't want to risk accidentally killing them or any collateral, but I'll take the job. I haven't met either of them before, so I'll take some time figuring one who, when do you need me to start?"
"Whenever you're ready. I need them in shambles, though. Ruined, but still nearby and able to be found. The two of them killed a friend of mine, so I made an offer and they took it. Well, Charlie took it, Iago doesn't have the right to consent before I Beach him. Don't use everything you've got, please. I want you to be in good shape by the end of this, friend. And you should also do that for yourself, because I might need to increase the pressure further and if you're going at your max the whole time, you can't really do 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.
The fair is once again full of people working to set up all the myriad attractions, though there only seemed to be anyone there after sunset. The fairgrounds also seem to have grown larger since yesterday.
Meanwhile, the Architect is wandering Balios under the cover of darkness, looking around for whatever catches her interest- and making sure to keep a few eyes out for any other powerful Nightmares in the area.
She 'runs into' Amatarou again. He's in human guise, sitting on a bench and hunched forward with his fingers steepled as usual. "Hey, I uh... might need some help from a master of fright. Could I offer you a wager?" He's got a large roll of black cloth beside him.
She smiles behind her mask, sitting down on the opposite end of the bench. "What's your wager, friend?" She asks, her curiosity piqued.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I prefer in-person meetings for just talking. But yeah, I need some violence done, and I bet my four prized Kamaitachi sickles that you can make it happen. I don't need anyone killed, I just want you to put some pressure on Hazmat and Twisted Metal out here. You'll be paid by the hour and given a bonus if you keep going 'till the end of the month. This is personal, so I am literally wagering my sickles to you. If you can get Iago and Roadkill Charlie out in the open at the end of the month without anyone else dying, you can have all four. Consider it a star rating, but with Artefacts."
They can practically hear the silence over the phone, awed by the offer and mulling it over in his mind for a moment as his foot before to tap, "You don't want them dead, so I'll keep the chains and muzzle on, I don't want to risk accidentally killing them or any collateral, but I'll take the job. I haven't met either of them before, so I'll take some time figuring one who, when do you need me to start?"
"Whenever you're ready. I need them in shambles, though. Ruined, but still nearby and able to be found. The two of them killed a friend of mine, so I made an offer and they took it. Well, Charlie took it, Iago doesn't have the right to consent before I Beach him. Don't use everything you've got, please. I want you to be in good shape by the end of this, friend. And you should also do that for yourself, because I might need to increase the pressure further and if you're going at your max the whole time, you can't really do that."
He sighs again, scratching the back of his neck, "You don't want me to use everything, okay. You don't want me to kill anyone, okay." He mutters back to himself, "I'll try not to do any of those things, for my own sake as well as their's. Taking them to the Beach will be very interesting, before I go, just so I can find them easier, a little about what they look like, some defining features, if you would."
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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.'
She 'runs into' Amatarou again. He's in human guise, sitting on a bench and hunched forward with his fingers steepled as usual. "Hey, I uh... might need some help from a master of fright. Could I offer you a wager?" He's got a large roll of black cloth beside him.
She smiles behind her mask, sitting down on the opposite end of the bench. "What's your wager, friend?" She asks, her curiosity piqued.
He picks up the cloth and unrolls it, revealing four large, curved blades made of Nocturnite. "Kamaitachi sickles. My prized collection. I need two of my fellow nightmares wrecked but alive and exposed by the end of the month. I'll split these among the most successful killers I hire. Do well enough, you'll get all four. I can also supply you with whatever you need to apply pressure to these two." He pulls out two paper dolls, one of a man in a hazmat suit and one of a punk. Iago and Roadkill Charlie. "I thought you'd be excellent for the job, even if we don't know each other very well."
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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.
"Whenever you're ready. I need them in shambles, though. Ruined, but still nearby and able to be found. The two of them killed a friend of mine, so I made an offer and they took it. Well, Charlie took it, Iago doesn't have the right to consent before I Beach him. Don't use everything you've got, please. I want you to be in good shape by the end of this, friend. And you should also do that for yourself, because I might need to increase the pressure further and if you're going at your max the whole time, you can't really do that."
He sighs again, scratching the back of his neck, "You don't want me to use everything, okay. You don't want me to kill anyone, okay." He mutters back to himself, "I'll try not to do any of those things, for my own sake as well as their's. Taking them to the Beach will be very interesting, before I go, just so I can find them easier, a little about what they look like, some defining features, if you would."
"Iago wears a hazmat suit, or a white NEO uniform otherwise. Italian-American, aviator sunglasses. Roadkill Charlie is heard rather than seen. Punk in a car. Thinks himself an honorary Blackheart, judging by his custom paint job. Both are dangerous, so please, keep yourself safe. Before you go, I should clarify: anything is fair game so long as those two guidelines I gave you are followed. Starve them, hound them, rat them, ferret them. Four sickles to whoever gets them to my back alley by the end of the month. I love you, and take care."
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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.
"Iago wears a hazmat suit, or a white NEO uniform otherwise. Italian-American, aviator sunglasses. Roadkill Charlie is heard rather than seen. Punk in a car. Thinks himself an honorary Blackheart, judging by his custom paint job. Both are dangerous, so please, keep yourself safe. Before you go, I should clarify: anything is fair game so long as those two guidelines I gave you are followed. Starve them, hound them, rat them, ferret them. Four sickles to whoever gets them to my back alley by the end of the month. I love you, and take care."
He takes a long moment to take a deep breath, though he doesn't need air, sighing "Love you too, take care, and consider the job done." He puts the phone back it it's slot, sitting back down in the booth, and putting his head in his hands, "Two people... two people. I can do this, I won't kill them, I won't."
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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.'
She 'runs into' Amatarou again. He's in human guise, sitting on a bench and hunched forward with his fingers steepled as usual. "Hey, I uh... might need some help from a master of fright. Could I offer you a wager?" He's got a large roll of black cloth beside him.
She smiles behind her mask, sitting down on the opposite end of the bench. "What's your wager, friend?" She asks, her curiosity piqued.
He picks up the cloth and unrolls it, revealing four large, curved blades made of Nocturnite. "Kamaitachi sickles. My prized collection. I need two of my fellow nightmares wrecked but alive and exposed by the end of the month. I'll split these among the most successful killers I hire. Do well enough, you'll get all four. I can also supply you with whatever you need to apply pressure to these two." He pulls out two paper dolls, one of a man in a hazmat suit and one of a punk. Iago and Roadkill Charlie. "I thought you'd be excellent for the job, even if we don't know each other very well."
The 'eyes' on her mask seem to widen upon seeing the exquisite blades- though perhaps it's just a trick of the light- her attention shifting to the paper dolls as he explains. "Alright, I'll join this little wager. It's been a long time since I've hunted something anyway. Oh, this is going to be fun..." He can almost see her grinning unnaturally wide from behind her mask as she thinks of how to track them down- how sweet their fear will taste. "Do you know where those two are?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A distant sound fills the air, joining in a breeze that was already present. Glass shards being moved against a tile floor, the rattling of chains and the sifting of straw inside of a nearby, nearly run down Waffle House. Someone seems to be working inside, the sound of soft muttering able to be heard as whoever's inside curses to themselves after dropping something made of glass, and now cleaning it up.
Inside is... well best describe it as an entity. Tall and lanky, dressed in a countryman's clothes, overalls, a soft patterned shirt, boots stained with mud, all of it worn with years of experiencing the effects of the outdoors, or maybe they are simply made to appear that way, some kind of straw man like you would find out in a field, keeping crops from getting attacked by the forces of nature, a scarecrow. They are sweeping up a broken cup, making sure not to sweep any of the fluid that was once inside, or at least as much as they can with the cuffs around their arms and legs, limiting their movement, their speech impeded by a metal muzzle that is attached to their jaw. They shake weakly with each swipe of the broom, leading it all into a dust pan before struggling to pick the pan up. Once he's finished cleaning, he sits down in one of the booths, flipping the sign on the door.
The violence Nightmare is on break, but the local Waffle House is open.
*If anybody wants 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.'
*Slink was one of Amatarou's favorite folklore relics.*
Amatarou walks over, with only two Dark Energy on his person. "Hey there. You doing alright?"
*Yay! Iago totally deserves it. And Slink might not be completely dead, I haven't decided*
'Uh, just been.... having a rough couple days. You wouldn't believe the things I've seen'
*Four Kamaitachi sickles and a large sum to whoever (gp)s them the hardest and leaves them broken on his doorstep for Ocha to kill. Roadkill Charlie is also under the same hunt order since he was the one who actually beat the dude.*
"I probably would. After living in this town, I've seen things that would make most people call me mad if I told em'. So, what was it? Demons, aliens, ghosts, yokai?" He holds out a hand to help the guy up. "I've got a cat cafe if you're not allergic and need a place to rest."
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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 distant sound fills the air, joining in a breeze that was already present. Glass shards being moved against a tile floor, the rattling of chains and the sifting of straw inside of a nearby, nearly run down Waffle House. Someone seems to be working inside, the sound of soft muttering able to be heard as whoever's inside curses to themselves after dropping something made of glass, and now cleaning it up.
Inside is... well best describe it as an entity. Tall and lanky, dressed in a countryman's clothes, overalls, a soft patterned shirt, boots stained with mud, all of it worn with years of experiencing the effects of the outdoors, or maybe they are simply made to appear that way, some kind of straw man like you would find out in a field, keeping crops from getting attacked by the forces of nature, a scarecrow. They are sweeping up a broken cup, making sure not to sweep any of the fluid that was once inside, or at least as much as they can with the cuffs around their arms and legs, limiting their movement, their speech impeded by a metal muzzle that is attached to their jaw. They shake weakly with each swipe of the broom, leading it all into a dust pan before struggling to pick the pan up. Once he's finished cleaning, he sits down in one of the booths, flipping the sign on the door.
The violence Nightmare is on break, but the local Waffle House is open.
*If anybody wants this.*
A regular-looking guy in a white tuxedo walks in. 'Do you do coffee?'
*Slink was one of Amatarou's favorite folklore relics.*
Amatarou walks over, with only two Dark Energy on his person. "Hey there. You doing alright?"
*Yay! Iago totally deserves it. And Slink might not be completely dead, I haven't decided*
'Uh, just been.... having a rough couple days. You wouldn't believe the things I've seen'
*Four Kamaitachi sickles and a large sum to whoever (gp)s them the hardest and leaves them broken on his doorstep for Ocha to kill. Roadkill Charlie is also under the same hunt order since he was the one who actually beat the dude.*
"I probably would. After living in this town, I've seen things that would make most people call me mad if I told em'. So, what was it? Demons, aliens, ghosts, yokai?" He holds out a hand to help the guy up. "I've got a cat cafe if you're not allergic and need a place to rest."
'It was a man... he split into 4 or 5, I don't know, I can't remember. And he attacked my... ok, ok, I know I'm gonna sound crazy. I was getting baptised, illegally, in secret, and then this guy came and started swinging a baseball bat, and then all of a sudden there were like clones. And I thought I heard gunshots as well'
He picks up the cloth and unrolls it, revealing four large, curved blades made of Nocturnite. "Kamaitachi sickles. My prized collection. I need two of my fellow nightmares wrecked but alive and exposed by the end of the month. I'll split these among the most successful killers I hire. Do well enough, you'll get all four. I can also supply you with whatever you need to apply pressure to these two." He pulls out two paper dolls, one of a man in a hazmat suit and one of a punk. Iago and Roadkill Charlie. "I thought you'd be excellent for the job, even if we don't know each other very well."
The 'eyes' on her mask seem to widen upon seeing the exquisite blades- though perhaps it's just a trick of the light- her attention shifting to the paper dolls as he explains. "Alright, I'll join this little wager. It's been a long time since I've hunted something anyway. Oh, this is going to be fun..." He can almost see her grinning unnaturally wide from behind her mask as she thinks of how to track them down- how sweet their fear will taste. "Do you know where those two are?"
"No clue. Charlie," he holds up the punk doll, "is obvious. Listen for loud music and revving engines. Nowhere else in Balios will you find him. But Iago..." He holds up the hazmat doll. "Iago is tricky. He's not so much defined by what he does but by what he convinces others to do. He's a run-of-the-mill Boiler. Below notice, but trying to be something special. Look for white, red, and aviator sunglasses." He sets down the dolls. "This means a lot to me. They killed a friend, and I promised Charlie I'd give him some good old-fashioned destruction. He seemed excited for it, but I want you to wear him down. Make it fun, but not too fun. And be sure not to go all out unless you have to. I may want the pressure upped over time as punishment for their actions. That sound good?"
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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.
"Whenever you're ready. I need them in shambles, though. Ruined, but still nearby and able to be found. The two of them killed a friend of mine, so I made an offer and they took it. Well, Charlie took it, Iago doesn't have the right to consent before I Beach him. Don't use everything you've got, please. I want you to be in good shape by the end of this, friend. And you should also do that for yourself, because I might need to increase the pressure further and if you're going at your max the whole time, you can't really do that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She smiles behind her mask, sitting down on the opposite end of the bench. "What's your wager, friend?" She asks, her curiosity piqued.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He sighs again, scratching the back of his neck, "You don't want me to use everything, okay. You don't want me to kill anyone, okay." He mutters back to himself, "I'll try not to do any of those things, for my own sake as well as their's. Taking them to the Beach will be very interesting, before I go, just so I can find them easier, a little about what they look like, some defining features, if you would."
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.)
He picks up the cloth and unrolls it, revealing four large, curved blades made of Nocturnite. "Kamaitachi sickles. My prized collection. I need two of my fellow nightmares wrecked but alive and exposed by the end of the month. I'll split these among the most successful killers I hire. Do well enough, you'll get all four. I can also supply you with whatever you need to apply pressure to these two." He pulls out two paper dolls, one of a man in a hazmat suit and one of a punk. Iago and Roadkill Charlie. "I thought you'd be excellent for the job, even if we don't know each other very well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A young man covered in blood and holy water is resting nearby
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"Iago wears a hazmat suit, or a white NEO uniform otherwise. Italian-American, aviator sunglasses. Roadkill Charlie is heard rather than seen. Punk in a car. Thinks himself an honorary Blackheart, judging by his custom paint job. Both are dangerous, so please, keep yourself safe. Before you go, I should clarify: anything is fair game so long as those two guidelines I gave you are followed. Starve them, hound them, rat them, ferret them. Four sickles to whoever gets them to my back alley by the end of the month. I love you, and take care."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey, Dutch! Iago now has a price on his head!*
*Slink was one of Amatarou's favorite folklore relics.*
Amatarou walks over, with only two Dark Energy on his person. "Hey there. You doing alright?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes a long moment to take a deep breath, though he doesn't need air, sighing "Love you too, take care, and consider the job done." He puts the phone back it it's slot, sitting back down in the booth, and putting his head in his hands, "Two people... two people. I can do this, I won't kill them, I won't."
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.)
*Yay! Iago totally deserves it. And Slink might not be completely dead, I haven't decided*
'Uh, just been.... having a rough couple days. You wouldn't believe the things I've seen'
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The 'eyes' on her mask seem to widen upon seeing the exquisite blades- though perhaps it's just a trick of the light- her attention shifting to the paper dolls as he explains. "Alright, I'll join this little wager. It's been a long time since I've hunted something anyway. Oh, this is going to be fun..." He can almost see her grinning unnaturally wide from behind her mask as she thinks of how to track them down- how sweet their fear will taste. "Do you know where those two are?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*If anybody wants 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.)
*Four Kamaitachi sickles and a large sum to whoever (gp)s them the hardest and leaves them broken on his doorstep for Ocha to kill. Roadkill Charlie is also under the same hunt order since he was the one who actually beat the dude.*
"I probably would. After living in this town, I've seen things that would make most people call me mad if I told em'. So, what was it? Demons, aliens, ghosts, yokai?" He holds out a hand to help the guy up. "I've got a cat cafe if you're not allergic and need a place to rest."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A regular-looking guy in a white tuxedo walks in. 'Do you do coffee?'
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The Nightmare looks up at them, "Coffee?" He asks, his voice friendly and kind "Of course, what kind?"
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.)
'It was a man... he split into 4 or 5, I don't know, I can't remember. And he attacked my... ok, ok, I know I'm gonna sound crazy. I was getting baptised, illegally, in secret, and then this guy came and started swinging a baseball bat, and then all of a sudden there were like clones. And I thought I heard gunshots as well'
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'Espresso. A little pick-me-up is exactly what I'm needing.'
*would Iago detect that the server is a nightmare?*
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"No clue. Charlie," he holds up the punk doll, "is obvious. Listen for loud music and revving engines. Nowhere else in Balios will you find him. But Iago..." He holds up the hazmat doll. "Iago is tricky. He's not so much defined by what he does but by what he convinces others to do. He's a run-of-the-mill Boiler. Below notice, but trying to be something special. Look for white, red, and aviator sunglasses." He sets down the dolls. "This means a lot to me. They killed a friend, and I promised Charlie I'd give him some good old-fashioned destruction. He seemed excited for it, but I want you to wear him down. Make it fun, but not too fun. And be sure not to go all out unless you have to. I may want the pressure upped over time as punishment for their actions. That sound good?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Probably, he doesn't really try to hide it much.*
He gets up, shambling to get them their coffee, though he keeps his eyes on them for a moment, or rather his empty eye sockets.
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.)
'Thanks. Nothing beats the taste of victory. A dark and intense roast, if there ever was one'
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He begins to make them their beverage, looking over to them, "I haven't met you before, new to town?"
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.)