The Casino Of Souls

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 The giant nods. "No one else can hear you, if that's what you're asking. Please, be as honest as you're comfortable with. I didn't get this far by judging my clients."

"Thank you." The skeleton looks down. "I think...someone's trying to k*ll me ---- well, render me more dead than before is the better way to put it. First it was hemlock in a drink, then I woke up to a knife in my door. I don't know what to do, and I'm sorry for coming to you if you can't help either. I understand. What do you think? Is this coincidence, or is it intentional?"

 "The important part is that you are anxious about this. Whether it's real or not, you need safety. And I can provide a semblance of that." He places a small, ornate, wooden box on the table. "I can loan you something of mine. My only stipulation is that you do not gamble it away. No betting, no investing. You carry it on your person and you do not let anyone else take it from you."

He drums his fat fingers on the box. "Do you feel like I can trust you with this?"

“Yes. I may like to play the stakes, but I never go beyond simple coin. I’ll guard it with my life — and it’ll do the same? How does it work?” It examines the box, turning it over gently.

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A behemoth of the underworld stands tall, weighing nearly a ton, their body covered in dark brown fur, with a large lynxlike mane, and several deep yellow stripes. Their upper neck melds into skin, the back of their head into flesh, and the front a cracked brownish skull. Their body is covered in many layers of fat, their weight immense. They stand behind a bar, with over a hundred bottles, twenty books on cocktails, several glasses, so many supplies, a kitchen, and two great weapons.

Bee is a barkeep in the casino, so very sad about how their life ended and how their death is, trying not to indulge in too much alcohol. They've already had too much of everything, why do they need too much alcohol? Seemingly they are called Bee due to their envy and gluttony, as those are their worst traits. They let a weary sigh out, and hit dust of a table with a heavy clawed hand.

The slight scuffing of dust is the first sign someone’s behind them. Less of someone and more of something, however, is what Bee sees when they turn around. A small, spindle-legged creature sits there — but from legs up, it becomes much less normal and much…stranger. A brain, a huge, pulsing organ, sits atop their tiny torso. It’s a wonder that their body holds it up. As Bee wonders, a voice echoes through their head as a presence enters it.

<<Who are you?>>

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A behemoth of the underworld stands tall, weighing nearly a ton, their body covered in dark brown fur, with a large lynxlike mane, and several deep yellow stripes. Their upper neck melds into skin, the back of their head into flesh, and the front a cracked brownish skull. Their body is covered in many layers of fat, their weight immense. They stand behind a bar, with over a hundred bottles, twenty books on cocktails, several glasses, so many supplies, a kitchen, and two great weapons.

Bee is a barkeep in the casino, so very sad about how their life ended and how their death is, trying not to indulge in too much alcohol. They've already had too much of everything, why do they need too much alcohol? Seemingly they are called Bee due to their envy and gluttony, as those are their worst traits. They let a weary sigh out, and hit dust of a table with a heavy clawed hand.

The slight scuffing of dust is the first sign someone’s behind them. Less of someone and more of something, however, is what Bee sees when they turn around. A small, spindle-legged creature sits there — but from legs up, it becomes much less normal and much…stranger. A brain, a huge, pulsing organ, sits atop their tiny torso. It’s a wonder that their body holds it up. As Bee wonders, a voice echoes through their head as a presence enters it.

<<Who are you?>>

 Bee blinks, their jaw hovering between closed and opened. They stare to the thing, and wipe their eyes, blinking again. "I'm.. uhm.. Bee. Who are... you?"

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A behemoth of the underworld stands tall, weighing nearly a ton, their body covered in dark brown fur, with a large lynxlike mane, and several deep yellow stripes. Their upper neck melds into skin, the back of their head into flesh, and the front a cracked brownish skull. Their body is covered in many layers of fat, their weight immense. They stand behind a bar, with over a hundred bottles, twenty books on cocktails, several glasses, so many supplies, a kitchen, and two great weapons.

Bee is a barkeep in the casino, so very sad about how their life ended and how their death is, trying not to indulge in too much alcohol. They've already had too much of everything, why do they need too much alcohol? Seemingly they are called Bee due to their envy and gluttony, as those are their worst traits. They let a weary sigh out, and hit dust of a table with a heavy clawed hand.

The slight scuffing of dust is the first sign someone’s behind them. Less of someone and more of something, however, is what Bee sees when they turn around. A small, spindle-legged creature sits there — but from legs up, it becomes much less normal and much…stranger. A brain, a huge, pulsing organ, sits atop their tiny torso. It’s a wonder that their body holds it up. As Bee wonders, a voice echoes through their head as a presence enters it.

<<Who are you?>>

 Bee blinks, their jaw hovering between closed and opened. They stare to the thing, and wipe their eyes, blinking again. "I'm.. uhm.. Bee. Who are... you?"

<<No one. A creature wrought of what’s lost. What ails you, Bee?>>

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A behemoth of the underworld stands tall, weighing nearly a ton, their body covered in dark brown fur, with a large lynxlike mane, and several deep yellow stripes. Their upper neck melds into skin, the back of their head into flesh, and the front a cracked brownish skull. Their body is covered in many layers of fat, their weight immense. They stand behind a bar, with over a hundred bottles, twenty books on cocktails, several glasses, so many supplies, a kitchen, and two great weapons.

Bee is a barkeep in the casino, so very sad about how their life ended and how their death is, trying not to indulge in too much alcohol. They've already had too much of everything, why do they need too much alcohol? Seemingly they are called Bee due to their envy and gluttony, as those are their worst traits. They let a weary sigh out, and hit dust of a table with a heavy clawed hand.

The slight scuffing of dust is the first sign someone’s behind them. Less of someone and more of something, however, is what Bee sees when they turn around. A small, spindle-legged creature sits there — but from legs up, it becomes much less normal and much…stranger. A brain, a huge, pulsing organ, sits atop their tiny torso. It’s a wonder that their body holds it up. As Bee wonders, a voice echoes through their head as a presence enters it.

<<Who are you?>>

 Bee blinks, their jaw hovering between closed and opened. They stare to the thing, and wipe their eyes, blinking again. "I'm.. uhm.. Bee. Who are... you?"

<<No one. A creature wrought of what’s lost. What ails you, Bee?>>

 "Life- well... death. Honestly, I always worried about death. Now I think about how long eternity is... how 'bout you?" They crack their neck, their mane bristling. 

*Bep*

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A behemoth of the underworld stands tall, weighing nearly a ton, their body covered in dark brown fur, with a large lynxlike mane, and several deep yellow stripes. Their upper neck melds into skin, the back of their head into flesh, and the front a cracked brownish skull. Their body is covered in many layers of fat, their weight immense. They stand behind a bar, with over a hundred bottles, twenty books on cocktails, several glasses, so many supplies, a kitchen, and two great weapons.

Bee is a barkeep in the casino, so very sad about how their life ended and how their death is, trying not to indulge in too much alcohol. They've already had too much of everything, why do they need too much alcohol? Seemingly they are called Bee due to their envy and gluttony, as those are their worst traits. They let a weary sigh out, and hit dust of a table with a heavy clawed hand.

The slight scuffing of dust is the first sign someone’s behind them. Less of someone and more of something, however, is what Bee sees when they turn around. A small, spindle-legged creature sits there — but from legs up, it becomes much less normal and much…stranger. A brain, a huge, pulsing organ, sits atop their tiny torso. It’s a wonder that their body holds it up. As Bee wonders, a voice echoes through their head as a presence enters it.

<<Who are you?>>

 Bee blinks, their jaw hovering between closed and opened. They stare to the thing, and wipe their eyes, blinking again. "I'm.. uhm.. Bee. Who are... you?"

<<No one. A creature wrought of what’s lost. What ails you, Bee?>>

 "Life- well... death. Honestly, I always worried about death. Now I think about how long eternity is... how 'bout you?" They crack their neck, their mane bristling. 

<<Heh. Eternity is fleeting, Bee. Don’t take it for granted, because it’ll come back to bite you. And as for me? Thank you for asking!>> Here, the creature raises one of its legs and, as if it were an arm, scratches the top of their…head? Brain?

<<I’d love a drink, if you have one.>>

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A behemoth of the underworld stands tall, weighing nearly a ton, their body covered in dark brown fur, with a large lynxlike mane, and several deep yellow stripes. Their upper neck melds into skin, the back of their head into flesh, and the front a cracked brownish skull. Their body is covered in many layers of fat, their weight immense. They stand behind a bar, with over a hundred bottles, twenty books on cocktails, several glasses, so many supplies, a kitchen, and two great weapons.

Bee is a barkeep in the casino, so very sad about how their life ended and how their death is, trying not to indulge in too much alcohol. They've already had too much of everything, why do they need too much alcohol? Seemingly they are called Bee due to their envy and gluttony, as those are their worst traits. They let a weary sigh out, and hit dust of a table with a heavy clawed hand.

The slight scuffing of dust is the first sign someone’s behind them. Less of someone and more of something, however, is what Bee sees when they turn around. A small, spindle-legged creature sits there — but from legs up, it becomes much less normal and much…stranger. A brain, a huge, pulsing organ, sits atop their tiny torso. It’s a wonder that their body holds it up. As Bee wonders, a voice echoes through their head as a presence enters it.

<<Who are you?>>

 Bee blinks, their jaw hovering between closed and opened. They stare to the thing, and wipe their eyes, blinking again. "I'm.. uhm.. Bee. Who are... you?"

<<No one. A creature wrought of what’s lost. What ails you, Bee?>>

 "Life- well... death. Honestly, I always worried about death. Now I think about how long eternity is... how 'bout you?" They crack their neck, their mane bristling. 

<<Heh. Eternity is fleeting, Bee. Don’t take it for granted, because it’ll come back to bite you. And as for me? Thank you for asking!>> Here, the creature raises one of its legs and, as if it were an arm, scratches the top of their…head? Brain?

<<I’d love a drink, if you have one.>>

*gtg :(*

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A behemoth of the underworld stands tall, weighing nearly a ton, their body covered in dark brown fur, with a large lynxlike mane, and several deep yellow stripes. Their upper neck melds into skin, the back of their head into flesh, and the front a cracked brownish skull. Their body is covered in many layers of fat, their weight immense. They stand behind a bar, with over a hundred bottles, twenty books on cocktails, several glasses, so many supplies, a kitchen, and two great weapons.

Bee is a barkeep in the casino, so very sad about how their life ended and how their death is, trying not to indulge in too much alcohol. They've already had too much of everything, why do they need too much alcohol? Seemingly they are called Bee due to their envy and gluttony, as those are their worst traits. They let a weary sigh out, and hit dust of a table with a heavy clawed hand.

The slight scuffing of dust is the first sign someone’s behind them. Less of someone and more of something, however, is what Bee sees when they turn around. A small, spindle-legged creature sits there — but from legs up, it becomes much less normal and much…stranger. A brain, a huge, pulsing organ, sits atop their tiny torso. It’s a wonder that their body holds it up. As Bee wonders, a voice echoes through their head as a presence enters it.

<<Who are you?>>

 Bee blinks, their jaw hovering between closed and opened. They stare to the thing, and wipe their eyes, blinking again. "I'm.. uhm.. Bee. Who are... you?"

<<No one. A creature wrought of what’s lost. What ails you, Bee?>>

 "Life- well... death. Honestly, I always worried about death. Now I think about how long eternity is... how 'bout you?" They crack their neck, their mane bristling. 

<<Heh. Eternity is fleeting, Bee. Don’t take it for granted, because it’ll come back to bite you. And as for me? Thank you for asking!>> Here, the creature raises one of its legs and, as if it were an arm, scratches the top of their…head? Brain?

<<I’d love a drink, if you have one.>>

 Bee nods, and cracks their hands. "Which one?" They say before laying down a menu. 

*Jsyk they have pretty much every drink.*

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A behemoth of the underworld stands tall, weighing nearly a ton, their body covered in dark brown fur, with a large lynxlike mane, and several deep yellow stripes. Their upper neck melds into skin, the back of their head into flesh, and the front a cracked brownish skull. Their body is covered in many layers of fat, their weight immense. They stand behind a bar, with over a hundred bottles, twenty books on cocktails, several glasses, so many supplies, a kitchen, and two great weapons.

Bee is a barkeep in the casino, so very sad about how their life ended and how their death is, trying not to indulge in too much alcohol. They've already had too much of everything, why do they need too much alcohol? Seemingly they are called Bee due to their envy and gluttony, as those are their worst traits. They let a weary sigh out, and hit dust of a table with a heavy clawed hand.

The slight scuffing of dust is the first sign someone’s behind them. Less of someone and more of something, however, is what Bee sees when they turn around. A small, spindle-legged creature sits there — but from legs up, it becomes much less normal and much…stranger. A brain, a huge, pulsing organ, sits atop their tiny torso. It’s a wonder that their body holds it up. As Bee wonders, a voice echoes through their head as a presence enters it.

<<Who are you?>>

 Bee blinks, their jaw hovering between closed and opened. They stare to the thing, and wipe their eyes, blinking again. "I'm.. uhm.. Bee. Who are... you?"

<<No one. A creature wrought of what’s lost. What ails you, Bee?>>

 "Life- well... death. Honestly, I always worried about death. Now I think about how long eternity is... how 'bout you?" They crack their neck, their mane bristling. 

<<Heh. Eternity is fleeting, Bee. Don’t take it for granted, because it’ll come back to bite you. And as for me? Thank you for asking!>> Here, the creature raises one of its legs and, as if it were an arm, scratches the top of their…head? Brain?

<<I’d love a drink, if you have one.>>

*gtg :(*

 *Aw. Bye, Wes!*

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A behemoth of the underworld stands tall, weighing nearly a ton, their body covered in dark brown fur, with a large lynxlike mane, and several deep yellow stripes. Their upper neck melds into skin, the back of their head into flesh, and the front a cracked brownish skull. Their body is covered in many layers of fat, their weight immense. They stand behind a bar, with over a hundred bottles, twenty books on cocktails, several glasses, so many supplies, a kitchen, and two great weapons.

Bee is a barkeep in the casino, so very sad about how their life ended and how their death is, trying not to indulge in too much alcohol. They've already had too much of everything, why do they need too much alcohol? Seemingly they are called Bee due to their envy and gluttony, as those are their worst traits. They let a weary sigh out, and hit dust of a table with a heavy clawed hand.

The slight scuffing of dust is the first sign someone’s behind them. Less of someone and more of something, however, is what Bee sees when they turn around. A small, spindle-legged creature sits there — but from legs up, it becomes much less normal and much…stranger. A brain, a huge, pulsing organ, sits atop their tiny torso. It’s a wonder that their body holds it up. As Bee wonders, a voice echoes through their head as a presence enters it.

<<Who are you?>>

 Bee blinks, their jaw hovering between closed and opened. They stare to the thing, and wipe their eyes, blinking again. "I'm.. uhm.. Bee. Who are... you?"

<<No one. A creature wrought of what’s lost. What ails you, Bee?>>

 "Life- well... death. Honestly, I always worried about death. Now I think about how long eternity is... how 'bout you?" They crack their neck, their mane bristling. 

<<Heh. Eternity is fleeting, Bee. Don’t take it for granted, because it’ll come back to bite you. And as for me? Thank you for asking!>> Here, the creature raises one of its legs and, as if it were an arm, scratches the top of their…head? Brain?

<<I’d love a drink, if you have one.>>

 Bee nods, and cracks their hands. "Which one?" They say before laying down a menu. 

*Jsyk they have pretty much every drink.*

<<What’s your favorite? I haven’t had anything in a—>> —and here, they emit a loud belch, and a snicker echoes around Bee’s mind— <<—couple of minutes. But, intrigue me! Give me whatever you enjoy.>>

*had 1 last sec*

Alastair is sitting at the bar in the Casino, his assistants milling around him. 

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Alastair is sitting at the bar in the Casino, his assistants milling around him. 

David slips into the seat next to him, smiling (as best as a deer skull can). "Hello, Alastair," he says, motioning for a drink. "Nice to see you around. I...thought we might have gotten started on the wrong foot, and I just wanted to say that I'm sorry." 

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 "The important part is that you are anxious about this. Whether it's real or not, you need safety. And I can provide a semblance of that." He places a small, ornate, wooden box on the table. "I can loan you something of mine. My only stipulation is that you do not gamble it away. No betting, no investing. You carry it on your person and you do not let anyone else take it from you."

He drums his fat fingers on the box. "Do you feel like I can trust you with this?"

“Yes. I may like to play the stakes, but I never go beyond simple coin. I’ll guard it with my life — and it’ll do the same? How does it work?” It examines the box, turning it over gently.

 He delicately opens the box. Inside is a glowing, turquoise sphere, the same color as Boogie's eyes. "This... is my soul. I wasn't born with one, so I had to make it myself from scraps I traded for. From people who had parts they didn't want, and were desperate enough to sacrifice. Polished, shined, sanded, and fitted together so perfectly that the seams are invisible."

He carefully takes the soul out and places it in the skeleton's hands. "A soul holds incredible power, friend, and this is the only one I have. Your strength will outweigh that of any foolish enough to hunt down a newcomer for something as simple as a grudge. In place of interest, I want you to bring it back with 150 coins when you can afford to do so. Say... when you get another soul, for example. What say you?"

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Alastair is sitting at the bar in the Casino, his assistants milling around him. 

David slips into the seat next to him, smiling (as best as a deer skull can). "Hello, Alastair," he says, motioning for a drink. "Nice to see you around. I...thought we might have gotten started on the wrong foot, and I just wanted to say that I'm sorry." 

 "No, not at all," Al replies with his trademark grin.

One of the assistants, the one with the frowning mask, sits on the counter, swinging her legs playfully. The rest seem more shy.

*Anyone wanna RP?*

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Alastair is sitting at the bar in the Casino, his assistants milling around him. 

David slips into the seat next to him, smiling (as best as a deer skull can). "Hello, Alastair," he says, motioning for a drink. "Nice to see you around. I...thought we might have gotten started on the wrong foot, and I just wanted to say that I'm sorry." 

 "No, not at all," Al replies with his trademark grin.

One of the assistants, the one with the frowning mask, sits on the counter, swinging her legs playfully. The rest seem more shy.

'So, do they have names?" David asked. "Or are they just 'helpers'?" 

*looks interestning here :3*

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*looks interestning here :3*

 *FRY, Wanna roleplay?*