*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'
"Hmm... that is strange. I'll look into it. Where did this happen? Won't tell anyone about it if you don't want me to."
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May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*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'
"Hmm... that is strange. I'll look into it. Where did this happen? Won't tell anyone about it if you don't want me to."
'It was at the chemical plant. I'd been hiding out there for a while, since I ran away. There was this guy who lived there, he was looking after me. I think they might have killed him'
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?"
She takes out her notepad and pen, taking notes of his tips for hunting the two down. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'll do my best to make their lives a living hell." She answers, finishing her notes and putting her writing tools away in their respective coat pockets. She seems almost overeager to track them down- wait, was her mask always smiling? "And once their very souls are broken, I'll bring them to you."
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My pronouns are she/her.
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"Hmm... that is strange. I'll look into it. Where did this happen? Won't tell anyone about it if you don't want me to."
'It was at the chemical plant. I'd been hiding out there for a while, since I ran away. There was this guy who lived there, he was looking after me. I think they might have killed him'
"Ah. They probably did. I already put a hit out at the splitter guy and his accomplice. You're probably safe for now."
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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.
'You could say that. I'm an amateur investigator, come all the way to New York to see the sights of Balios for myself'
"From the Big Apple to all the way out here?" He chuckles weakly, "What is your name, traveler?" He asks with a smile, revealing rows of human teeth.
'Iago Hexton. And yours?'
"Oh isn't that perfect." He puts down their cup, sliding them over to him "You know someone wants you to suffer?"
'Oh, I wouldn't be surprised. I've already made myself known to several of the supernatural elements around here. But please, tell me more'
"Eh, why would I when I could show you." He picks up the glass of hot coffee, and tosses it into their face. To hit:18 (Don't know how much damage scolding hot coffee would do, but it'll hurt.)
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'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Hmm... that is strange. I'll look into it. Where did this happen? Won't tell anyone about it if you don't want me to."
'It was at the chemical plant. I'd been hiding out there for a while, since I ran away. There was this guy who lived there, he was looking after me. I think they might have killed him'
"Ah. They probably did. I already put a hit out at the splitter guy and his accomplice. You're probably safe for now."
'That's good. I wouldn't know what to do, with those two around. Do you think they will still come after me?'
"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?"
She takes out her notepad and pen, taking notes of his tips for hunting the two down. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'll do my best to make their lives a living hell." She answers, finishing her notes and putting her writing tools away in their respective coat pockets. She seems almost overeager to track them down- wait, was her mask always smiling? "And once their very souls are broken, I'll bring them to you."
"Thank you very much. This... means a lot to me." He fidgets a bit, then rolls up the sickles. "Best of luck getting all four sickles, but the way. I'll need to come up with a scoring system... hmm..."
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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.
'You could say that. I'm an amateur investigator, come all the way to New York to see the sights of Balios for myself'
"From the Big Apple to all the way out here?" He chuckles weakly, "What is your name, traveler?" He asks with a smile, revealing rows of human teeth.
'Iago Hexton. And yours?'
"Oh isn't that perfect." He puts down their cup, sliding them over to him "You know someone wants you to suffer?"
'Oh, I wouldn't be surprised. I've already made myself known to several of the supernatural elements around here. But please, tell me more'
"Eh, why would I when I could show you." He picks up the glass of hot coffee, and tosses it into their face. To hit:18 (Don't know how much damage scolding hot coffee would do, but it'll hurt.)
Iago curses as the coffee hits him in the face, before trying to connect with the mind of the coffee server. Could you make a WIS save?
Crawling out of the water under Red Wednesday bridge comes a corpse. As soon as it reaches the shore, it collapses and a flash of light briefly illuminates the area. This repeats a dozen times, crawling corpse, flash of light, another one. Over and over.
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Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
She takes out her notepad and pen, taking notes of his tips for hunting the two down. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'll do my best to make their lives a living hell." She answers, finishing her notes and putting her writing tools away in their respective coat pockets. She seems almost overeager to track them down- wait, was her mask always smiling? "And once their very souls are broken, I'll bring them to you."
"Thank you very much. This... means a lot to me." He fidgets a bit, then rolls up the sickles. "Best of luck getting all four sickles, but the way. I'll need to come up with a scoring system... hmm..."
"I'm happy to help." She responds, standing up from the bench and bowing dramatically before starting to walk away into the night. However, she stops, and goes back for a second. "I don't believe I ever got your name."
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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'm happy to help." She responds, standing up from the bench and bowing dramatically before starting to walk away into the night. However, she stops, and goes back for a second. "I don't believe I ever got your name."
"Amatarou Ocha. I run the local cat cafe. 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.
"I'm happy to help." She responds, standing up from the bench and bowing dramatically before starting to walk away into the night. However, she stops, and goes back for a second. "I don't believe I ever got your name."
"Amatarou Ocha. I run the local cat cafe. You?"
"I mostly go by The Architect, though my friends call me KK. Nice to meet you, Amatarou. Farewell for now." And with that, she walks away, disappearing into the night. The hunt is on.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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'You could say that. I'm an amateur investigator, come all the way to New York to see the sights of Balios for myself'
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"From the Big Apple to all the way out here?" He chuckles weakly, "What is your name, traveler?" He asks with a smile, revealing rows of human teeth.
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.)
'Iago Hexton. And yours?'
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"Hmm... that is strange. I'll look into it. Where did this happen? Won't tell anyone about it if you don't want me to."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh isn't that perfect." He puts down their cup, sliding them over to him "You know someone wants you to suffer?"
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 at the chemical plant. I'd been hiding out there for a while, since I ran away. There was this guy who lived there, he was looking after me. I think they might have killed him'
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She takes out her notepad and pen, taking notes of his tips for hunting the two down. "Yeah, that sounds good. I'll do my best to make their lives a living hell." She answers, finishing her notes and putting her writing tools away in their respective coat pockets. She seems almost overeager to track them down- wait, was her mask always smiling? "And once their very souls are broken, I'll bring them to you."
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)
'Oh, I wouldn't be surprised. I've already made myself known to several of the supernatural elements around here. But please, tell me more'
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"Ah. They probably did. I already put a hit out at the splitter guy and his accomplice. You're probably safe for now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Eh, why would I when I could show you." He picks up the glass of hot coffee, and tosses it into their face. To hit:18 (Don't know how much damage scolding hot coffee would do, but it'll hurt.)
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.)
'That's good. I wouldn't know what to do, with those two around. Do you think they will still come after me?'
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"Thank you very much. This... means a lot to me." He fidgets a bit, then rolls up the sickles. "Best of luck getting all four sickles, but the way. I'll need to come up with a scoring system... hmm..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Probably. Might want to hang out in populated spaces more. My cafe is open 16 hours, and I'm basically always there."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Iago curses as the coffee hits him in the face, before trying to connect with the mind of the coffee server. Could you make a WIS save?
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'Thanks.'
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*Iago probably doesn't want to do that, but I can't stop him.*
Wis save:26
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.)
Crawling out of the water under Red Wednesday bridge comes a corpse. As soon as it reaches the shore, it collapses and a flash of light briefly illuminates the area. This repeats a dozen times, crawling corpse, flash of light, another one. Over and over.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
"I'm happy to help." She responds, standing up from the bench and bowing dramatically before starting to walk away into the night. However, she stops, and goes back for a second. "I don't believe I ever got your name."
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)
"Amatarou Ocha. I run the local cat cafe. 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 mostly go by The Architect, though my friends call me KK. Nice to meet you, Amatarou. Farewell for now." And with that, she walks away, disappearing into the night. The hunt is on.
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)