The Casino Of Souls

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*hey people! I can RP for a bit.*

 *Ka!*

 *Hi Gato! How are you?*

Alastair observes the gamblers in the Casino from the bar.

Camie the assistant is exploring the Casino.

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*hey people! I can RP for a bit.*

 *Ka!*

 *Hi Gato! How are you?*

 *Gato'ing*

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*hey people! I can RP for a bit.*

 *Ka!*

 *Hi Gato! How are you?*

 *Gato'ing*

 *A good choice. Wanna RP? Posted my intro's above.*

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*hey people! I can RP for a bit.*

 *Ka!*

 *Hi Gato! How are you?*

 *Gato'ing*

 *A good choice. Wanna RP? Posted my intro's above.*

 *Probably not, already in two*

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 A smallish, one-room shack made of ashen wood has been erected near the Casino. It has one window and one door directly across from each other. It smells strongly of sandalwood and sweet chili, and smoke drifts out the cracks in the walls. Above the door are the crudely scratched words: "Boogie Woogie - If you need help, step inside."

 A plume of smoke squeezes into the shack through the crack under the door, solidifying into the vague shape of a shade. With the shade comes the overwhelming, unmistakable stench of acid-burnt flesh.

 The enormous businessferret within grins, his irises glowing brightly. "Hm... I'm guessing you're missing something... a soul, perhaps?"

 The shade slams its gaseous "hand" on the table, staring intensely at the business-ferret with the two glowing spots of green that could be considered its eyes. A sound, at first like the splattering of water, then almost like a wind, issues forth from the shade, forming words.
"Everything... I have lost everything, piecemeal."

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*hey people! I can RP for a bit.*

 *Ka!*

 *Hi Gato! How are you?*

 *Gato'ing*

 *A good choice. Wanna RP? Posted my intro's above.*

 *Probably not, already in two*

 *Ok*

*Anyone wanna RP?*

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*Anyone wanna RP?*

 *i got two more so no sorry*

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 The enormous businessferret within grins, his irises glowing brightly. "Hm... I'm guessing you're missing something... a soul, perhaps?"

 The shade slams its gaseous "hand" on the table, staring intensely at the business-ferret with the two glowing spots of green that could be considered its eyes. A sound, at first like the splattering of water, then almost like a wind, issues forth from the shade, forming words.
"Everything... I have lost everything, piecemeal."

 "Then you will earn it back, piecemeal." He places a paw on the shade's hand and... actually manages to touch it. "Those without souls are worth nothing here. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. What can you do?"

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 The enormous businessferret within grins, his irises glowing brightly. "Hm... I'm guessing you're missing something... a soul, perhaps?"

 The shade slams its gaseous "hand" on the table, staring intensely at the business-ferret with the two glowing spots of green that could be considered its eyes. A sound, at first like the splattering of water, then almost like a wind, issues forth from the shade, forming words.
"Everything... I have lost everything, piecemeal."

 "Then you will earn it back, piecemeal." He places a paw on the shade's hand and... actually manages to touch it. "Those without souls are worth nothing here. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. What can you do?"

 the shade's eyes--yes, you're sure those are its eyes--close. For a moment, nothing happens.
Then, a strange sensation begins to prickle the ferret's paw. Cold? Heat? It's unclear, until it isn't. The sensation solidifies into a white-hot, bubbling pain in your hands, your arms, your face, everywhere! But as soon as it arrived, it's gone, with nothing left behind.
"That's all I can remember. The pain."

*hello?*

*might join this, been a bit busy irl tho*

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 "Then you will earn it back, piecemeal." He places a paw on the shade's hand and... actually manages to touch it. "Those without souls are worth nothing here. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. What can you do?"

 the shade's eyes--yes, you're sure those are its eyes--close. For a moment, nothing happens.
Then, a strange sensation begins to prickle the ferret's paw. Cold? Heat? It's unclear, until it isn't. The sensation solidifies into a white-hot, bubbling pain in your hands, your arms, your face, everywhere! But as soon as it arrived, it's gone, with nothing left behind.
"That's all I can remember. The pain."

 He cringes and slams his fist against the table, clearly trying not to respond to the pain but failing miserably.

He takes some deep breaths and runs his fingers through his hair. "Well. That's not very helpful. Perhaps I can give you a job shoveling coal."

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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*

 "Have a few signature drinks. My favorite is the Aunt Bee. It's really heavy though."

Bee is staring into nothingness and sighing, pouring a few drinks, and being awfully quiet. After a bit, they stare to the richest gamblers, quite sad.

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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*

 "Have a few signature drinks. My favorite is the Aunt Bee. It's really heavy though."

<<I’m very strong for my size.>>

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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*

 "Have a few signature drinks. My favorite is the Aunt Bee. It's really heavy though."

<<I’m very strong for my size.>>

 "If ya can handle, sure."  He grabs a mug, and pours a few ingredients. It seems to be like an Aunt Roberta, with even more vodka, and several sweeteners. It also has mango and pineapple peels in it.

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Bee is staring into nothingness and sighing, pouring a few drinks, and being awfully quiet. After a bit, they stare to the richest gamblers, quite sad.

 The Boogie Woogie Man quietly approaches. He's almost Bee's size. "You don't seem to be having much fun."

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Bee is staring into nothingness and sighing, pouring a few drinks, and being awfully quiet. After a bit, they stare to the richest gamblers, quite sad.

 The Boogie Woogie Man quietly approaches. He's almost Bee's size. "You don't seem to be having much fun."

 Bee nods grimly, taping the bar table. "Just how it is..."

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<<Mm.>> Bee can’t quite understand just how the liquid is getting…into the creature — all they can see is the drink disappearing from the cup while the creature emits a low, pleased humming sound, akin to that of a bee. 

<<That’s a mighty fine drink, Bartender Bee. Marvelous. Now, I must be going, but I’ll come back tomorrow, perhaps?>>