The station is pretty quiet, and a couple of hunters appear to be trying to argue with Old Waldo
Fives walks in. "Hey, what's going on here?" They still have 2 holographic duplicates, so their voice echoes quite a bit.
'New rules got posted. Some sicko putting bounties on legit hunters. Looks like a couple of the South Docks XT Club have gone rogue and are now going after us. And this idiot won't have the South Docks club banned from Kio Street'
"If there's only a couple going rogue, banning the whole club just makes more enemies for Waldo here. It's an incredibly indirect way to get rid of a problem." Fives begins charging up a blast, but doesn't fire it yet.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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."
'Fair's fair. If you need to go missing in a hurry, you're welcome to join us on the San line. It's safer than the Leo, much less hunters, rich kids don't wanna go running around where it ain't so nice I'd wager'
The station is pretty quiet, and a couple of hunters appear to be trying to argue with Old Waldo
Fives walks in. "Hey, what's going on here?" They still have 2 holographic duplicates, so their voice echoes quite a bit.
'New rules got posted. Some sicko putting bounties on legit hunters. Looks like a couple of the South Docks XT Club have gone rogue and are now going after us. And this idiot won't have the South Docks club banned from Kio Street'
"If there's only a couple going rogue, banning the whole club just makes more enemies for Waldo here. It's an incredibly indirect way to get rid of a problem." Fives begins charging up a blast, but doesn't fire it yet.
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."
'Fair's fair. If you need to go missing in a hurry, you're welcome to join us on the San line. It's safer than the Leo, much less hunters, rich kids don't wanna go running around where it ain't so nice I'd wager'
"I am not rich?" they give a blank, no light on upstairs kind of stare.
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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?'
"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."
'Fair's fair. If you need to go missing in a hurry, you're welcome to join us on the San line. It's safer than the Leo, much less hunters, rich kids don't wanna go running around where it ain't so nice I'd wager'
"I am not rich?" they give a blank, no light on upstairs kind of stare.
'Nah, not you. The hunters. You think most of them up there can afford Wendis, good rifles, and near unlimited ammo? Nah, XT kids are bored rich kids'
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."
'Fair's fair. If you need to go missing in a hurry, you're welcome to join us on the San line. It's safer than the Leo, much less hunters, rich kids don't wanna go running around where it ain't so nice I'd wager'
"I am not rich?" they give a blank, no light on upstairs kind of stare.
'Nah, not you. The hunters. You think most of them up there can afford Wendis, good rifles, and near unlimited ammo? Nah, XT kids are bored rich kids'
"Ooooooooh, makes sense" he chuckles "Tell me, do you have any rocks?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"If there's only a couple going rogue, banning the whole club just makes more enemies for Waldo here. It's an incredibly indirect way to get rid of a problem." Fives begins charging up a blast, but doesn't fire it yet.
'So what would you suggest?'
"Make a temporary alliance. With the South Bay, or with Waldo. The Bay knows its own better than anyone, and I would imagine they're just as eager to find their rogue members. As for the station, all sorts come through here. If something happens, Ol' Waldo's probably one of the first to know about it."
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"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.'
"An appendage. An octopus's tentacle can live for up to an hour after being severed. Same principle on a larger scale." He pulls a can of sardines from his pocket and opens it, eating one directly out of the can without any preparation. "And no. She was a friend, not an employee. I couldn't have her on board because of her inferior skills... but she made a damn good bouillabaisse. That's fish stew. The fish she used, see, were Pleonexian Groupers, a sort of bottom feeder native to this tunnel system. Greedy things, but their prey was plentiful... and fed on that algae I mentioned. Now the groupers are too bony to get more than scraps off of, which means a major ingredient of that stew barely exists anymore."
He looks around. "This place needs more TLC, less THC."
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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 young dude in overalls stands over a bloodied hunter. His baseball bat is wrapped in Christmas lights spattered in blood, like a morbid festivity.
'Hey there. You did that?' A scrawny guy in thick yellow rubber gloves steps out from the shadows
He twists the handle of his bat and it crackles with electricity.
'You're not gonna try that with me, right?'
*is your guy's overalls yellow?*
*No, just faded denim.* ”depends.”
'I'm not here to look for a fight. Let me guess, you're not exactly chipped, are you? Why you took out the hunter?'
"Chipped or not, I got some buddies who aren't."
'Good to know. Looking for any more?'
"Nope. This one just tried to put a bullet in Madi."
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"If there's only a couple going rogue, banning the whole club just makes more enemies for Waldo here. It's an incredibly indirect way to get rid of a problem." Fives begins charging up a blast, but doesn't fire it yet.
'So what would you suggest?'
"Make a temporary alliance. With the South Bay, or with Waldo. The Bay knows its own better than anyone, and I would imagine they're just as eager to find their rogue members. As for the station, all sorts come through here. If something happens, Ol' Waldo's probably one of the first to know about it."
'I guess you're right. I could send Felix out to find where the South club are hiding, and try make a treaty'. He gestures to his drone, which lets out a happy beeping noise
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.
The demon nods. "Good enough. I have some stones aboard the Tooth. I need you to place them in any pools of water you find. Do not wash the stones or scrape off the algae. If you find any other, similar stones, I implore you to spread them around in a similar fashion. Please repeat my orders in your own words." The last part is something he is clearly used to saying over and over again.
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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.
"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.'
"An appendage. An octopus's tentacle can live for up to an hour after being severed. Same principle on a larger scale." He pulls a can of sardines from his pocket and opens it, eating one directly out of the can without any preparation. "And no. She was a friend, not an employee. I couldn't have her on board because of her inferior skills... but she made a damn good bouillabaisse. That's fish stew. The fish she used, see, were Pleonexian Groupers, a sort of bottom feeder native to this tunnel system. Greedy things, but their prey was plentiful... and fed on that algae I mentioned. Now the groupers are too bony to get more than scraps off of, which means a major ingredient of that stew barely exists anymore."
He looks around. "This place needs more TLC, less THC."
'I guess you could say that. Maybe I can help you out, take out whoever did this. How much are the drinks here?'
A young dude in overalls stands over a bloodied hunter. His baseball bat is wrapped in Christmas lights spattered in blood, like a morbid festivity.
'Hey there. You did that?' A scrawny guy in thick yellow rubber gloves steps out from the shadows
He twists the handle of his bat and it crackles with electricity.
'You're not gonna try that with me, right?'
*is your guy's overalls yellow?*
*No, just faded denim.* ”depends.”
'I'm not here to look for a fight. Let me guess, you're not exactly chipped, are you? Why you took out the hunter?'
"Chipped or not, I got some buddies who aren't."
'Good to know. Looking for any more?'
"Nope. This one just tried to put a bullet in Madi."
'I mean, you looking for more unchipped buddies? To make an alliance. Who's Madi?'
"My friend. And any unchipped is free to come crash with the scrappers any time."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
'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'
"If there's only a couple going rogue, banning the whole club just makes more enemies for Waldo here. It's an incredibly indirect way to get rid of a problem." Fives begins charging up a blast, but doesn't fire it yet.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
HE'S BACK... AND WEIRDER THAN EVER!
'Fair's fair. If you need to go missing in a hurry, you're welcome to join us on the San line. It's safer than the Leo, much less hunters, rich kids don't wanna go running around where it ain't so nice I'd wager'
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'So what would you suggest?'
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"I am not rich?" they give a blank, no light on upstairs kind of stare.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'Nah, not you. The hunters. You think most of them up there can afford Wendis, good rifles, and near unlimited ammo? Nah, XT kids are bored rich kids'
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"Ooooooooh, makes sense" he chuckles "Tell me, do you have any rocks?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*quote chain cut for Wendigo of Lore*
'We got metal. Couple stones, nothing too shiny.'
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"Make a temporary alliance. With the South Bay, or with Waldo. The Bay knows its own better than anyone, and I would imagine they're just as eager to find their rogue members. As for the station, all sorts come through here. If something happens, Ol' Waldo's probably one of the first to know about it."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
HE'S BACK... AND WEIRDER THAN EVER!
"An appendage. An octopus's tentacle can live for up to an hour after being severed. Same principle on a larger scale." He pulls a can of sardines from his pocket and opens it, eating one directly out of the can without any preparation. "And no. She was a friend, not an employee. I couldn't have her on board because of her inferior skills... but she made a damn good bouillabaisse. That's fish stew. The fish she used, see, were Pleonexian Groupers, a sort of bottom feeder native to this tunnel system. Greedy things, but their prey was plentiful... and fed on that algae I mentioned. Now the groupers are too bony to get more than scraps off of, which means a major ingredient of that stew barely exists anymore."
He looks around. "This place needs more TLC, less THC."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Nope. This one just tried to put a bullet in Madi."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Give me the stones." He hissed in a tone of urgency
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'I guess you're right. I could send Felix out to find where the South club are hiding, and try make a treaty'. He gestures to his drone, which lets out a happy beeping noise
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'Ok, ok.' One of the guys heads off down a tunnel towards the San line. 'He'll be back in a bit, with your stones'
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'I mean, you looking for more unchipped buddies? To make an alliance. Who's Madi?'
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Barnabus plops his large body down, waiting like a child.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The demon nods. "Good enough. I have some stones aboard the Tooth. I need you to place them in any pools of water you find. Do not wash the stones or scrape off the algae. If you find any other, similar stones, I implore you to spread them around in a similar fashion. Please repeat my orders in your own words." The last part is something he is clearly used to saying over and over again.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'I guess you could say that. Maybe I can help you out, take out whoever did this. How much are the drinks here?'
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"My friend. And any unchipped is free to come crash with the scrappers any time."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
'You good there? Why you after stones, if you don't mind me asking? Like, regular stones?'
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"Do you wanna go hunting right now?"
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