Barnabus is meandering about, down a tunnel that he often picks over due to it being a dumping spot of sorts. He hums a jolly old tune to himself as he works.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Barnabus is meandering about, down a tunnel that he often picks over due to it being a dumping spot of sorts. He hums a jolly old tune to himself as he works.
A couple of guys in yellow overalls were there first, but retreat back into the shadows
Barnabus is meandering about, down a tunnel that he often picks over due to it being a dumping spot of sorts. He hums a jolly old tune to himself as he works.
A couple of guys in yellow overalls were there first, but retreat back into the shadows
Barnabus chuckles and beckons them forward, throwing food sticks and water bottles on the ground "Take them little ones."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A centipede-like construct of monstrous size roars through the ancient subway tunnels, demonic steam pouring from cracks in the steel exoskeleton. It smells of Syn, the ocean, cooked and seasoned fish, and iron. Through the windshield, a silhouette can be seen: a man with a chef's hat, military shoulder pads, and pale, glowing eyes. It narrowly avoids running over a huge number of people, moving along the walls and ceilings to not reduce them to a thin paste with bits of cyberware shattered across over a mile of spiraling depths.
Eventually, it slows to a halt in front of Kio Street Station. The door opens as more hellish mist pours out, revealing the shape of same figure who was piloting the dreadful vehicle. The station falls completely silent. Just when it seems safe to start making noise once more, the man in the strange, chef-captain uniform claps once, then speaks in a cold voice. "Someone... has utterly ruined the population a rare species of algae only found in these tunnels." His dead, blank eyes gleam behind his unconvincing mask. "I do not accept nor tolerate such... arrogance."
He steps out, his apron swishing slightly around his long legs. He straightens the tiny visible portion of his tie even though it had not even been ruffled. "And someone shot my favorite street vendor. I take offense to 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.
Barnabus is meandering about, down a tunnel that he often picks over due to it being a dumping spot of sorts. He hums a jolly old tune to himself as he works.
A couple of guys in yellow overalls were there first, but retreat back into the shadows
Barnabus chuckles and beckons them forward, throwing food sticks and water bottles on the ground "Take them little ones."
'Thanks.' One of the guys breaks off a chunk of the ration pack and gives it to a nearby rat, to test it for poison. 'You unchipped yourself?'
'Hey, new guy?' Cal calls out from his couch. 'You with South Docks XT Club?'
"Nope; have hunted a bit but not much of an XT."
'Ok, good. Well, you picked an interesting time to show up. Bunch of South Dockers gone psycho, started attacking fellow hunters for money. Our club has come together against them.'
A centipede-like construct of monstrous size roars through the ancient subway tunnels, demonic steam pouring from cracks in the steel exoskeleton. It smells of Syn, the ocean, cooked and seasoned fish, and iron. Through the windshield, a silhouette can be seen: a man with a chef's hat, military shoulder pads, and pale, glowing eyes. It narrowly avoids running over a huge number of people, moving along the walls and ceilings to not reduce them to a thin paste with bits of cyberware shattered across over a mile of spiraling depths.
Eventually, it slows to a halt in front of Kio Street Station. The door opens as more hellish mist pours out, revealing the shape of same figure who was piloting the dreadful vehicle. The station falls completely silent. Just when it seems safe to start making noise once more, the man in the strange, chef-captain uniform claps once, then speaks in a cold voice. "Someone... has utterly ruined the population a rare species of algae only found in these tunnels." His dead, blank eyes gleam behind his unconvincing mask. "I do not accept nor tolerate such... arrogance."
He steps out, his apron swishing slightly around his long legs. He straightens the tiny visible portion of his tie even though it had not even been ruffled. "And someone shot my favorite street vendor. I take offense to that."
Cal steps up towards the Fish Demon Express. 'Must have been the unchipped. We get loads of them here. Sorry about that, we'll have them gone when we can'
A centipede-like construct of monstrous size roars through the ancient subway tunnels, demonic steam pouring from cracks in the steel exoskeleton. It smells of Syn, the ocean, cooked and seasoned fish, and iron. Through the windshield, a silhouette can be seen: a man with a chef's hat, military shoulder pads, and pale, glowing eyes. It narrowly avoids running over a huge number of people, moving along the walls and ceilings to not reduce them to a thin paste with bits of cyberware shattered across over a mile of spiraling depths.
Eventually, it slows to a halt in front of Kio Street Station. The door opens as more hellish mist pours out, revealing the shape of same figure who was piloting the dreadful vehicle. The station falls completely silent. Just when it seems safe to start making noise once more, the man in the strange, chef-captain uniform claps once, then speaks in a cold voice. "Someone... has utterly ruined the population a rare species of algae only found in these tunnels." His dead, blank eyes gleam behind his unconvincing mask. "I do not accept nor tolerate such... arrogance."
He steps out, his apron swishing slightly around his long legs. He straightens the tiny visible portion of his tie even though it had not even been ruffled. "And someone shot my favorite street vendor. I take offense to that."
Barnabus skitters down a tunnel after hearing the commotion, peering out. He hugs his jacket to him, unmoving as he watches.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
'Hey, new guy?' Cal calls out from his couch. 'You with South Docks XT Club?'
"Nope; have hunted a bit but not much of an XT."
'Ok, good. Well, you picked an interesting time to show up. Bunch of South Dockers gone psycho, started attacking fellow hunters for money. Our club has come together against them.'
"That's... great..." She sighs
'Yeah. You got a name? I'm Cal, of North Bay XT Club'
Barnabus is meandering about, down a tunnel that he often picks over due to it being a dumping spot of sorts. He hums a jolly old tune to himself as he works.
A couple of guys in yellow overalls were there first, but retreat back into the shadows
Barnabus chuckles and beckons them forward, throwing food sticks and water bottles on the ground "Take them little ones."
'Thanks.' One of the guys breaks off a chunk of the ration pack and gives it to a nearby rat, to test it for poison. 'You unchipped yourself?'
It doesn't seem to die, more so trying to grab more. Barnabus nods "Indeed. I refuse to give myself up these wretched believers who think they can shove me back into a bloody box, the cardboard walls closing in on me as I hear people around me-" he realizes he is rambling and shakes his head "Sorry.. sorry"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Barnabus is meandering about, down a tunnel that he often picks over due to it being a dumping spot of sorts. He hums a jolly old tune to himself as he works.
A couple of guys in yellow overalls were there first, but retreat back into the shadows
Barnabus chuckles and beckons them forward, throwing food sticks and water bottles on the ground "Take them little ones."
'Thanks.' One of the guys breaks off a chunk of the ration pack and gives it to a nearby rat, to test it for poison. 'You unchipped yourself?'
It doesn't seem to die, more so trying to grab more. Barnabus nods "Indeed. I refuse to give myself up these wretched believers who think they can shove me back into a bloody box, the cardboard walls closing in on me as I hear people around me-" he realizes he is rambling and shakes his head "Sorry.. sorry"
'All good, all good. Well, we need all the help we can get. You looking to join a group?'
Barnabus is meandering about, down a tunnel that he often picks over due to it being a dumping spot of sorts. He hums a jolly old tune to himself as he works.
A couple of guys in yellow overalls were there first, but retreat back into the shadows
Barnabus chuckles and beckons them forward, throwing food sticks and water bottles on the ground "Take them little ones."
'Thanks.' One of the guys breaks off a chunk of the ration pack and gives it to a nearby rat, to test it for poison. 'You unchipped yourself?'
It doesn't seem to die, more so trying to grab more. Barnabus nods "Indeed. I refuse to give myself up these wretched believers who think they can shove me back into a bloody box, the cardboard walls closing in on me as I hear people around me-" he realizes he is rambling and shakes his head "Sorry.. sorry"
'All good, all good. Well, we need all the help we can get. You looking to join a group?'
"Oh no no no, I'd rather be... unaffiliated." he shrugs and hands them more ration packs. "Take these to your friends, they probably need them."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
'Hey, new guy?' Cal calls out from his couch. 'You with South Docks XT Club?'
"Nope; have hunted a bit but not much of an XT."
'Ok, good. Well, you picked an interesting time to show up. Bunch of South Dockers gone psycho, started attacking fellow hunters for money. Our club has come together against them.'
"That's... great..." She sighs
'Yeah. You got a name? I'm Cal, of North Bay XT Club'
A centipede-like construct of monstrous size roars through the ancient subway tunnels, demonic steam pouring from cracks in the steel exoskeleton. It smells of Syn, the ocean, cooked and seasoned fish, and iron. Through the windshield, a silhouette can be seen: a man with a chef's hat, military shoulder pads, and pale, glowing eyes. It narrowly avoids running over a huge number of people, moving along the walls and ceilings to not reduce them to a thin paste with bits of cyberware shattered across over a mile of spiraling depths.
Eventually, it slows to a halt in front of Kio Street Station. The door opens as more hellish mist pours out, revealing the shape of same figure who was piloting the dreadful vehicle. The station falls completely silent. Just when it seems safe to start making noise once more, the man in the strange, chef-captain uniform claps once, then speaks in a cold voice. "Someone... has utterly ruined the population a rare species of algae only found in these tunnels." His dead, blank eyes gleam behind his unconvincing mask. "I do not accept nor tolerate such... arrogance."
He steps out, his apron swishing slightly around his long legs. He straightens the tiny visible portion of his tie even though it had not even been ruffled. "And someone shot my favorite street vendor. I take offense to that."
Cal steps up towards the Fish Demon Express. 'Must have been the unchipped. We get loads of them here. Sorry about that, we'll have them gone when we can'
"Unchipped band together when they can. I doubt they would kill one of their own, especially one of such value." The cambion looks into Cal's eyes as he looms over the hunter. "Value... that I suspect even a hunter would be aware of." The air grows unsettlingly cold.
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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.
Barnabus is meandering about, down a tunnel that he often picks over due to it being a dumping spot of sorts. He hums a jolly old tune to himself as he works.
A couple of guys in yellow overalls were there first, but retreat back into the shadows
Barnabus chuckles and beckons them forward, throwing food sticks and water bottles on the ground "Take them little ones."
'Thanks.' One of the guys breaks off a chunk of the ration pack and gives it to a nearby rat, to test it for poison. 'You unchipped yourself?'
It doesn't seem to die, more so trying to grab more. Barnabus nods "Indeed. I refuse to give myself up these wretched believers who think they can shove me back into a bloody box, the cardboard walls closing in on me as I hear people around me-" he realizes he is rambling and shakes his head "Sorry.. sorry"
'All good, all good. Well, we need all the help we can get. You looking to join a group?'
"Oh no no no, I'd rather be... unaffiliated." he shrugs and hands them more ration packs. "Take these to your friends, they probably need them."
'You been down here long?' They take the ration packs.
'Hey, new guy?' Cal calls out from his couch. 'You with South Docks XT Club?'
"Nope; have hunted a bit but not much of an XT."
'Ok, good. Well, you picked an interesting time to show up. Bunch of South Dockers gone psycho, started attacking fellow hunters for money. Our club has come together against them.'
"That's... great..." She sighs
'Yeah. You got a name? I'm Cal, of North Bay XT Club'
"Evan Gemma." She holds out a hand to shake
Cal shakes her hand. 'Nice to meet you, Evan Gemma. Would be nice to go hunting with you some time'
A centipede-like construct of monstrous size roars through the ancient subway tunnels, demonic steam pouring from cracks in the steel exoskeleton. It smells of Syn, the ocean, cooked and seasoned fish, and iron. Through the windshield, a silhouette can be seen: a man with a chef's hat, military shoulder pads, and pale, glowing eyes. It narrowly avoids running over a huge number of people, moving along the walls and ceilings to not reduce them to a thin paste with bits of cyberware shattered across over a mile of spiraling depths.
Eventually, it slows to a halt in front of Kio Street Station. The door opens as more hellish mist pours out, revealing the shape of same figure who was piloting the dreadful vehicle. The station falls completely silent. Just when it seems safe to start making noise once more, the man in the strange, chef-captain uniform claps once, then speaks in a cold voice. "Someone... has utterly ruined the population a rare species of algae only found in these tunnels." His dead, blank eyes gleam behind his unconvincing mask. "I do not accept nor tolerate such... arrogance."
He steps out, his apron swishing slightly around his long legs. He straightens the tiny visible portion of his tie even though it had not even been ruffled. "And someone shot my favorite street vendor. I take offense to that."
Barnabus skitters down a tunnel after hearing the commotion, peering out. He hugs his jacket to him, unmoving as he watches.
The fiendish chef smells the air, then points at Barnabus, not turning his head. "Oil. Salt. Lithium." His voice softens. "Construct, come out here. I have a task for 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.
Barnabus is meandering about, down a tunnel that he often picks over due to it being a dumping spot of sorts. He hums a jolly old tune to himself as he works.
A couple of guys in yellow overalls were there first, but retreat back into the shadows
Barnabus chuckles and beckons them forward, throwing food sticks and water bottles on the ground "Take them little ones."
'Thanks.' One of the guys breaks off a chunk of the ration pack and gives it to a nearby rat, to test it for poison. 'You unchipped yourself?'
It doesn't seem to die, more so trying to grab more. Barnabus nods "Indeed. I refuse to give myself up these wretched believers who think they can shove me back into a bloody box, the cardboard walls closing in on me as I hear people around me-" he realizes he is rambling and shakes his head "Sorry.. sorry"
'All good, all good. Well, we need all the help we can get. You looking to join a group?'
"Oh no no no, I'd rather be... unaffiliated." he shrugs and hands them more ration packs. "Take these to your friends, they probably need them."
'You been down here long?' They take the ration packs.
"Yes and no." they wave a hand. "It doesn't matter."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A centipede-like construct of monstrous size roars through the ancient subway tunnels, demonic steam pouring from cracks in the steel exoskeleton. It smells of Syn, the ocean, cooked and seasoned fish, and iron. Through the windshield, a silhouette can be seen: a man with a chef's hat, military shoulder pads, and pale, glowing eyes. It narrowly avoids running over a huge number of people, moving along the walls and ceilings to not reduce them to a thin paste with bits of cyberware shattered across over a mile of spiraling depths.
Eventually, it slows to a halt in front of Kio Street Station. The door opens as more hellish mist pours out, revealing the shape of same figure who was piloting the dreadful vehicle. The station falls completely silent. Just when it seems safe to start making noise once more, the man in the strange, chef-captain uniform claps once, then speaks in a cold voice. "Someone... has utterly ruined the population a rare species of algae only found in these tunnels." His dead, blank eyes gleam behind his unconvincing mask. "I do not accept nor tolerate such... arrogance."
He steps out, his apron swishing slightly around his long legs. He straightens the tiny visible portion of his tie even though it had not even been ruffled. "And someone shot my favorite street vendor. I take offense to that."
Cal steps up towards the Fish Demon Express. 'Must have been the unchipped. We get loads of them here. Sorry about that, we'll have them gone when we can'
"Unchipped band together when they can. I doubt they would kill one of their own, especially one of such value." The cambion looks into Cal's eyes as he looms over the hunter. "Value... that I suspect even a hunter would be aware of." The air grows unsettlingly cold.
'You're hiring... never mind. So, what's all this? Looks a bit fancier than our current bar.'
A centipede-like construct of monstrous size roars through the ancient subway tunnels, demonic steam pouring from cracks in the steel exoskeleton. It smells of Syn, the ocean, cooked and seasoned fish, and iron. Through the windshield, a silhouette can be seen: a man with a chef's hat, military shoulder pads, and pale, glowing eyes. It narrowly avoids running over a huge number of people, moving along the walls and ceilings to not reduce them to a thin paste with bits of cyberware shattered across over a mile of spiraling depths.
Eventually, it slows to a halt in front of Kio Street Station. The door opens as more hellish mist pours out, revealing the shape of same figure who was piloting the dreadful vehicle. The station falls completely silent. Just when it seems safe to start making noise once more, the man in the strange, chef-captain uniform claps once, then speaks in a cold voice. "Someone... has utterly ruined the population a rare species of algae only found in these tunnels." His dead, blank eyes gleam behind his unconvincing mask. "I do not accept nor tolerate such... arrogance."
He steps out, his apron swishing slightly around his long legs. He straightens the tiny visible portion of his tie even though it had not even been ruffled. "And someone shot my favorite street vendor. I take offense to that."
Barnabus skitters down a tunnel after hearing the commotion, peering out. He hugs his jacket to him, unmoving as he watches.
The fiendish chef smells the air, then points at Barnabus, not turning his head. "Oil. Salt. Lithium." His voice softens. "Construct, come out here. I have a task for you."
Barnabus feels something tickling the back of his mind, a line in his arcane code telling him to obey. He shakes his head and claws at his face briefly, damn demons. He steps forward, only to ake himself known, but no further.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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Barnabus is meandering about, down a tunnel that he often picks over due to it being a dumping spot of sorts. He hums a jolly old tune to himself as he works.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A couple of guys in yellow overalls were there first, but retreat back into the shadows
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Barnabus chuckles and beckons them forward, throwing food sticks and water bottles on the ground "Take them little ones."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A centipede-like construct of monstrous size roars through the ancient subway tunnels, demonic steam pouring from cracks in the steel exoskeleton. It smells of Syn, the ocean, cooked and seasoned fish, and iron. Through the windshield, a silhouette can be seen: a man with a chef's hat, military shoulder pads, and pale, glowing eyes. It narrowly avoids running over a huge number of people, moving along the walls and ceilings to not reduce them to a thin paste with bits of cyberware shattered across over a mile of spiraling depths.
Eventually, it slows to a halt in front of Kio Street Station. The door opens as more hellish mist pours out, revealing the shape of same figure who was piloting the dreadful vehicle. The station falls completely silent. Just when it seems safe to start making noise once more, the man in the strange, chef-captain uniform claps once, then speaks in a cold voice. "Someone... has utterly ruined the population a rare species of algae only found in these tunnels." His dead, blank eyes gleam behind his unconvincing mask. "I do not accept nor tolerate such... arrogance."
He steps out, his apron swishing slightly around his long legs. He straightens the tiny visible portion of his tie even though it had not even been ruffled. "And someone shot my favorite street vendor. I take offense to that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'Thanks.' One of the guys breaks off a chunk of the ration pack and gives it to a nearby rat, to test it for poison. 'You unchipped yourself?'
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"That's... great..." She sighs
Sig but long ^w^
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I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Cal steps up towards the Fish Demon Express. 'Must have been the unchipped. We get loads of them here. Sorry about that, we'll have them gone when we can'
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Barnabus skitters down a tunnel after hearing the commotion, peering out. He hugs his jacket to him, unmoving as he watches.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Yeah. You got a name? I'm Cal, of North Bay XT Club'
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It doesn't seem to die, more so trying to grab more. Barnabus nods "Indeed. I refuse to give myself up these wretched believers who think they can shove me back into a bloody box, the cardboard walls closing in on me as I hear people around me-" he realizes he is rambling and shakes his head "Sorry.. sorry"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'All good, all good. Well, we need all the help we can get. You looking to join a group?'
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"Oh no no no, I'd rather be... unaffiliated." he shrugs and hands them more ration packs. "Take these to your friends, they probably need them."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Evan Gemma." She holds out a hand to shake
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Unchipped band together when they can. I doubt they would kill one of their own, especially one of such value." The cambion looks into Cal's eyes as he looms over the hunter. "Value... that I suspect even a hunter would be aware of." The air grows unsettlingly cold.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'You been down here long?' They take the ration packs.
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Cal shakes her hand. 'Nice to meet you, Evan Gemma. Would be nice to go hunting with you some time'
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The fiendish chef smells the air, then points at Barnabus, not turning his head. "Oil. Salt. Lithium." His voice softens. "Construct, come out here. I have a task for you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes and no." they wave a hand. "It doesn't matter."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'You're hiring... never mind. So, what's all this? Looks a bit fancier than our current bar.'
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Barnabus feels something tickling the back of his mind, a line in his arcane code telling him to obey. He shakes his head and claws at his face briefly, damn demons. He steps forward, only to ake himself known, but no further.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]