He grins behind his scarf. "Oh yeah. I don't just make friends with bugs and understand their behavior. I can talk with them. It's a bit difficult, though. They're not very clever, and they always want to know what's in it for them. Survival first, you know?" The beetle flies off. "Don't mess with magic. It's really difficult, and it won't turn out well if you mess it up. Tried to curse someone once, and that backfired hard."
"He's messin' with us, right?" Frank mutters. Julia shrugs. "He seems serious enough." Susie and Joey are very interested. "Magic? you mean spells and the like? Thought that was fiction."
He shrugs. "Mostly is. You don't have wizards and warlocks running around these days for a reason. Unlike technology, where you can steal just about everything from a previous generation and stitch it together with skill, magic requires a complete and intuitive understanding of what you're working with to use it at all. It's just not worth it most of the time. You don't get clout for knowing magic, because no one cares about it and it's so much easier to just use a machine and not worry about it. It's not even cheaper than technology most of the time. It used to be a big thing because advanced technology and automation weren't all the way there yet. They used to hunt people who knew about it because it was so powerful. Now, though? Parlor tricks. Most don't know, or at least won't acknowledge, that it exists."
He grins behind his scarf. "Oh yeah. I don't just make friends with bugs and understand their behavior. I can talk with them. It's a bit difficult, though. They're not very clever, and they always want to know what's in it for them. Survival first, you know?" The beetle flies off. "Don't mess with magic. It's really difficult, and it won't turn out well if you mess it up. Tried to curse someone once, and that backfired hard."
"He's messin' with us, right?" Frank mutters. Julia shrugs. "He seems serious enough." Susie and Joey are very interested. "Magic? you mean spells and the like? Thought that was fiction."
He shrugs. "Mostly is. You don't have wizards and warlocks running around these days for a reason. Unlike technology, where you can steal just about everything from a previous generation and stitch it together with skill, magic requires a complete and intuitive understanding of what you're working with to use it at all. It's just not worth it most of the time. You don't get clout for knowing magic, because no one cares about it and it's so much easier to just use a machine and not worry about it. It's not even cheaper than technology most of the time. It used to be a big thing because advanced technology and automation weren't all the way there yet. They used to hunt people who knew about it because it was so powerful. Now, though? Parlor tricks. Most don't know, or at least won't acknowledge, that it exists."
Joey listens raptly. "Wow. Hope you don't mind me askin', mister, but how old are you?"
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
He shrugs. "Mostly is. You don't have wizards and warlocks running around these days for a reason. Unlike technology, where you can steal just about everything from a previous generation and stitch it together with skill, magic requires a complete and intuitive understanding of what you're working with to use it at all. It's just not worth it most of the time. You don't get clout for knowing magic, because no one cares about it and it's so much easier to just use a machine and not worry about it. It's not even cheaper than technology most of the time. It used to be a big thing because advanced technology and automation weren't all the way there yet. They used to hunt people who knew about it because it was so powerful. Now, though? Parlor tricks. Most don't know, or at least won't acknowledge, that it exists."
Joey listens raptly. "Wow. Hope you don't mind me askin', mister, but how old are you?"
He laughs. "You probably wouldn't believe me, especially not after that spiel. I only look like this because of that curse I mentioned. You can do a lot of stuff with magic, but anything that hurts someone is bad news. If you mess up even a little bit, it'll go haywire. Think of it like electricity or radiation, but worse. I..." He pauses for dramatic effect, "am 34 years of age."
He shrugs. "Mostly is. You don't have wizards and warlocks running around these days for a reason. Unlike technology, where you can steal just about everything from a previous generation and stitch it together with skill, magic requires a complete and intuitive understanding of what you're working with to use it at all. It's just not worth it most of the time. You don't get clout for knowing magic, because no one cares about it and it's so much easier to just use a machine and not worry about it. It's not even cheaper than technology most of the time. It used to be a big thing because advanced technology and automation weren't all the way there yet. They used to hunt people who knew about it because it was so powerful. Now, though? Parlor tricks. Most don't know, or at least won't acknowledge, that it exists."
Joey listens raptly. "Wow. Hope you don't mind me askin', mister, but how old are you?"
He laughs. "You probably wouldn't believe me, especially not after that spiel. I only look like this because of that curse I mentioned. You can do a lot of stuff with magic, but anything that hurts someone is bad news. If you mess up even a little bit, it'll go haywire. Think of it like electricity or radiation, but worse. I..." He pauses for dramatic effect, "am 34 years of age."
"Damn, that's only 10 years older than me!" Frank says, sounding genuinely taken aback.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
He laughs. "You probably wouldn't believe me, especially not after that spiel. I only look like this because of that curse I mentioned. You can do a lot of stuff with magic, but anything that hurts someone is bad news. If you mess up even a little bit, it'll go haywire. Think of it like electricity or radiation, but worse. I..." He pauses for dramatic effect, "am 34 years of age."
"Damn, that's only 10 years older than me!" Frank says, sounding genuinely taken aback.
"And you'll age much better, I'd wager." The young-old man nods. "My age isn't even the weirdest part about me. But I'll save that for another time. I've given you enough shocks to last you... oh, a week or so." He chuckles and sits down. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what were you discussing out here?"
" I c-n gi--e you nothing in my c–rent sta–." The Auretian replies. "My -memory cores are d-d-d-ammmaged."
"I would heal you first, I'm not cruel."
"I high– doubt th-t." The soldier fizzes and sparks, but pushes themselves up.
"I mean, I'm not cruel to people who have something to offer, like you. and I would help."
"So you are cruel to people you find no use in?" The Auretian's voice clears up.
"Not normally, just if they react or hate me."
"Hmm." The Auretian examines Toww for a second. "Let me ask you again. Why do you want the schematics for a bomb?"
"If you want me to give this deal, then you won't ask that question."
"If you want a bomb, then you'll have to answer it." The Auretian replies coldly. "I can tell you with 97.873462% accuracy that nobody in the Red Gut, or Iri Prime as a whole, knows how to build any of the Technocracy's technology. It is beyond your scientist's understanding."
"You do realize that this is a matter of coincidence, I don't necessarily need you to get the schematics from you. I also could probably built one from memory, but It wouldn't be perfect"
"You could not." The auretian replies with incredible certainty.
*he can't btw. Toww needs the info from this auretian.*
"I can just steal it."
"Try." It replies blankly.
"I could!"
"A human of your physique could not defeat an Auretian civilian if it had no arms."
The man lets loose a bellowing laugh at that "You assume that I would be the only one doing so."
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
the "goose" wadled in, the rifle and shotgun on his back nearly as long as he is tall gleam in the light slighty, as does the butter knife at his belt. as he does he looks over the room, his eyes wary, though where he is looking exactly is unknown as his pupils blend into the iris, causing only the general direction to be known via his head direction
The figure waves him over.
the goose hesitated, glancing at the arm, before seemingly reluctantly wadling over, his pure black eyes revealing nothing "yes?" his voice was... oddly proper. the top hat shifted slightly on his head, though stayed
“Sit down, both of you.”
*are you and Baalze ok with a three person rp?*
*Those are difficult, but I'd be good with it*
The old man sits down unhurriedly, taking it as a request instead of an order.
the "goose" remains standing, glancing around warily
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
the "goose" wadled in, the rifle and shotgun on his back nearly as long as he is tall gleam in the light slighty, as does the butter knife at his belt. as he does he looks over the room, his eyes wary, though where he is looking exactly is unknown as his pupils blend into the iris, causing only the general direction to be known via his head direction
The figure waves him over.
the goose hesitated, glancing at the arm, before seemingly reluctantly wadling over, his pure black eyes revealing nothing "yes?" his voice was... oddly proper. the top hat shifted slightly on his head, though stayed
“Sit down, both of you.”
*are you and Baalze ok with a three person rp?*
*Those are difficult, but I'd be good with it*
The old man sits down unhurriedly, taking it as a request instead of an order.
the "goose" remains standing, glancing around warily
“Hmm…you two looking for a job?”
the "goose's" eyes narrow. "what would i be getting? and how can i trust you?"
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
the "goose" wadled in, the rifle and shotgun on his back nearly as long as he is tall gleam in the light slighty, as does the butter knife at his belt. as he does he looks over the room, his eyes wary, though where he is looking exactly is unknown as his pupils blend into the iris, causing only the general direction to be known via his head direction
The figure waves him over.
the goose hesitated, glancing at the arm, before seemingly reluctantly wadling over, his pure black eyes revealing nothing "yes?" his voice was... oddly proper. the top hat shifted slightly on his head, though stayed
“Sit down, both of you.”
*are you and Baalze ok with a three person rp?*
*Those are difficult, but I'd be good with it*
The old man sits down unhurriedly, taking it as a request instead of an order.
the "goose" remains standing, glancing around warily
“Hmm…you two looking for a job?”
the "goose's" eyes narrow. "what would i be getting? and how can i trust you?"
The figure shows his insignia, revealing his rank as a Senior Captain for the Forhastian Space Force.
”That’s why, and the pay is more than the combined net worth of the entire Gut.”
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
the "goose" wadled in, the rifle and shotgun on his back nearly as long as he is tall gleam in the light slighty, as does the butter knife at his belt. as he does he looks over the room, his eyes wary, though where he is looking exactly is unknown as his pupils blend into the iris, causing only the general direction to be known via his head direction
The figure waves him over.
the goose hesitated, glancing at the arm, before seemingly reluctantly wadling over, his pure black eyes revealing nothing "yes?" his voice was... oddly proper. the top hat shifted slightly on his head, though stayed
“Sit down, both of you.”
*are you and Baalze ok with a three person rp?*
*Those are difficult, but I'd be good with it*
The old man sits down unhurriedly, taking it as a request instead of an order.
the "goose" remains standing, glancing around warily
“Hmm…you two looking for a job?”
the "goose's" eyes narrow. "what would i be getting? and how can i trust you?"
The figure shows his insignia, revealing his rank as a Senior Captain for the Forhastian Space Force.
”That’s why, and the pay is more than the combined net worth of the entire Gut.”
he laughed "that dont make me trust you, in fact even less so... though... hm. fine. but any funny business and I won't hesitate to use one of these," he gestured to his guns
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
the "goose" wadled in, the rifle and shotgun on his back nearly as long as he is tall gleam in the light slighty, as does the butter knife at his belt. as he does he looks over the room, his eyes wary, though where he is looking exactly is unknown as his pupils blend into the iris, causing only the general direction to be known via his head direction
The figure waves him over.
the goose hesitated, glancing at the arm, before seemingly reluctantly wadling over, his pure black eyes revealing nothing "yes?" his voice was... oddly proper. the top hat shifted slightly on his head, though stayed
“Sit down, both of you.”
*are you and Baalze ok with a three person rp?*
*Those are difficult, but I'd be good with it*
The old man sits down unhurriedly, taking it as a request instead of an order.
the "goose" remains standing, glancing around warily
“Hmm…you two looking for a job?”
the "goose's" eyes narrow. "what would i be getting? and how can i trust you?"
The figure shows his insignia, revealing his rank as a Senior Captain for the Forhastian Space Force.
”That’s why, and the pay is more than the combined net worth of the entire Gut.”
he laughed "that dont make me trust you, in fact even less so... though... hm. fine. but any funny business and I won't hesitate to use one of these," he gestured to his guns
“You’d be wise to not trust a person who shows you a hunk of metal. I’d need you to sign this contract though. Read it though.”
He slips you a lengthy sheet of paper (the contract is legit) that details an expedition to recover a lost research vessel lost in uncharted territory. The contract promises up to ~5,000,000 GP worth of treasure.
A human figure in spacesuit with military regalia and a prosthetic arm (with what appears to be a shotgun instead of a hand at the end) walks into the bar and sits down in a dark corner without any word. He carries himself like a man of important rank, most likely an interstellar military commander. Why a man of such regard would be in a bar? Well, I don’t know.
the "goose" wadled in, the rifle and shotgun on his back nearly as long as he is tall gleam in the light slighty, as does the butter knife at his belt. as he does he looks over the room, his eyes wary, though where he is looking exactly is unknown as his pupils blend into the iris, causing only the general direction to be known via his head direction
The figure waves him over.
the goose hesitated, glancing at the arm, before seemingly reluctantly wadling over, his pure black eyes revealing nothing "yes?" his voice was... oddly proper. the top hat shifted slightly on his head, though stayed
“Sit down, both of you.”
*are you and Baalze ok with a three person rp?*
*Those are difficult, but I'd be good with it*
The old man sits down unhurriedly, taking it as a request instead of an order.
the "goose" remains standing, glancing around warily
“Hmm…you two looking for a job?”
the "goose's" eyes narrow. "what would i be getting? and how can i trust you?"
The figure shows his insignia, revealing his rank as a Senior Captain for the Forhastian Space Force.
”That’s why, and the pay is more than the combined net worth of the entire Gut.”
he laughed "that dont make me trust you, in fact even less so... though... hm. fine. but any funny business and I won't hesitate to use one of these," he gestured to his guns
“You’d be wise to not trust a person who shows you a hunk of metal. I’d need you to sign this contract though. Read it though.”
He slips you a lengthy sheet of paper (the contract is legit) that details an expedition to recover a lost research vessel lost in uncharted territory. The contract promises up to ~5,000,000 GP worth of treasure.
"That is... indeed a substantial amount of money," he then muttered something inaudible. he then signed the paper simply as Bob and pushed the paper back
A woman is walking down the street towards the tavern. She has raven black hair, fair skin, and amber eyes, but she sports 9 gorgeous fox tails behind her in true Gumiho fashion. She’s wearing moderately fashionable clothing and is wearing a satchel. As she turns to go into the bar, a man jumps at her. Without missing a beat, she does… something? You can’t tell what, but the man collapses to the ground, unconscious. She continues walking and turns into the Nameless Tavern.
As she walks, the woman notices a somewhat humanoid robot laying against a wall. It is clearly of Auretian origin, probably a warrior. It is damaged, with sparking wires sticking out of broken armour panels. It doesn't look to have any weapons on it other than a small metal pipe.
*I can't actually RP now, but I'll be on later*
“Hello there. What happened to you?” She speaks with a clipped British accent, and looks at it curiously.
The auretian looks up. "D-n't knoww..." It groans, it's voice blank and cutting in and out. "38.345% of memory banks erased..."
“What’s the last thing you remember?” She’s looking around to see who’s watching, but she’s doing it casually so as not to draw suspicion.
"W-was decl–ed traitor. Thrown int- pod. W-ke up h–e." The Auretian says.
“Where did you work?” She’s trying to hide her curiosity.
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Hello! You can call me Link. Here’s a bitabout me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
I try to keep the peace and be neutral most of the time…
A woman is walking down the street towards the tavern. She has raven black hair, fair skin, and amber eyes, but she sports 9 gorgeous fox tails behind her in true Gumiho fashion. She’s wearing moderately fashionable clothing and is wearing a satchel. As she turns to go into the bar, a man jumps at her. Without missing a beat, she does… something? You can’t tell what, but the man collapses to the ground, unconscious. She continues walking and turns into the Nameless Tavern.
As she walks, the woman notices a somewhat humanoid robot laying against a wall. It is clearly of Auretian origin, probably a warrior. It is damaged, with sparking wires sticking out of broken armour panels. It doesn't look to have any weapons on it other than a small metal pipe.
*I can't actually RP now, but I'll be on later*
“Hello there. What happened to you?” She speaks with a clipped British accent, and looks at it curiously.
The auretian looks up. "D-n't knoww..." It groans, it's voice blank and cutting in and out. "38.345% of memory banks erased..."
“What’s the last thing you remember?” She’s looking around to see who’s watching, but she’s doing it casually so as not to draw suspicion.
"W-was decl–ed traitor. Thrown int- pod. W-ke up h–e." The Auretian says.
“Where did you work?” She’s trying to hide her curiosity.
"Aur-tia- Tech–cracy, 1st -eace-ep-r Ba-t-t-tallion, Squ-d 17." The Auretian replies, rattling it off as if it was an automated message.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
" I c-n gi--e you nothing in my c–rent sta–." The Auretian replies. "My -memory cores are d-d-d-ammmaged."
"I would heal you first, I'm not cruel."
"I high– doubt th-t." The soldier fizzes and sparks, but pushes themselves up.
"I mean, I'm not cruel to people who have something to offer, like you. and I would help."
"So you are cruel to people you find no use in?" The Auretian's voice clears up.
"Not normally, just if they react or hate me."
"Hmm." The Auretian examines Toww for a second. "Let me ask you again. Why do you want the schematics for a bomb?"
"If you want me to give this deal, then you won't ask that question."
"If you want a bomb, then you'll have to answer it." The Auretian replies coldly. "I can tell you with 97.873462% accuracy that nobody in the Red Gut, or Iri Prime as a whole, knows how to build any of the Technocracy's technology. It is beyond your scientist's understanding."
"You do realize that this is a matter of coincidence, I don't necessarily need you to get the schematics from you. I also could probably built one from memory, but It wouldn't be perfect"
"You could not." The auretian replies with incredible certainty.
*he can't btw. Toww needs the info from this auretian.*
"I can just steal it."
"Try." It replies blankly.
"I could!"
"A human of your physique could not defeat an Auretian civilian if it had no arms."
The man lets loose a bellowing laugh at that "You assume that I would be the only one doing so."
"I do not. What I do assume is that you are arrogant enough to believe your gang superior." The Auretian grabs a nearby pipe and rips it from the wall. *Sorry if I'm making this difficult, but combat seems inevitable unless Toww can defuse quickly.*
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
He laughs. "You probably wouldn't believe me, especially not after that spiel. I only look like this because of that curse I mentioned. You can do a lot of stuff with magic, but anything that hurts someone is bad news. If you mess up even a little bit, it'll go haywire. Think of it like electricity or radiation, but worse. I..." He pauses for dramatic effect, "am 34 years of age."
"Damn, that's only 10 years older than me!" Frank says, sounding genuinely taken aback.
"And you'll age much better, I'd wager." The young-old man nods. "My age isn't even the weirdest part about me. But I'll save that for another time. I've given you enough shocks to last you... oh, a week or so." He chuckles and sits down. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what were you discussing out here?"
"We've recently got some info from the Dealer about a man who's planning to spark an incident with the Auretian Technocracy to cause a war. We was just discussing whether we were for or against this." Susie replies. The rest nod seriously.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
A woman is walking down the street towards the tavern. She has raven black hair, fair skin, and amber eyes, but she sports 9 gorgeous fox tails behind her in true Gumiho fashion. She’s wearing moderately fashionable clothing and is wearing a satchel. As she turns to go into the bar, a man jumps at her. Without missing a beat, she does… something? You can’t tell what, but the man collapses to the ground, unconscious. She continues walking and turns into the Nameless Tavern.
As she walks, the woman notices a somewhat humanoid robot laying against a wall. It is clearly of Auretian origin, probably a warrior. It is damaged, with sparking wires sticking out of broken armour panels. It doesn't look to have any weapons on it other than a small metal pipe.
*I can't actually RP now, but I'll be on later*
“Hello there. What happened to you?” She speaks with a clipped British accent, and looks at it curiously.
The auretian looks up. "D-n't knoww..." It groans, it's voice blank and cutting in and out. "38.345% of memory banks erased..."
“What’s the last thing you remember?” She’s looking around to see who’s watching, but she’s doing it casually so as not to draw suspicion.
"W-was decl–ed traitor. Thrown int- pod. W-ke up h–e." The Auretian says.
“Where did you work?” She’s trying to hide her curiosity.
"Aur-tia- Tech–cracy, 1st -eace-ep-r Ba-t-t-tallion, Squ-d 17." The Auretian replies, rattling it off as if it was an automated message.
“Did you work for the Terran Empire?”
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Hello! You can call me Link. Here’s a bitabout me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
I try to keep the peace and be neutral most of the time…
he laughed "that dont make me trust you, in fact even less so... though... hm. fine. but any funny business and I won't hesitate to use one of these," he gestured to his guns
“You’d be wise to not trust a person who shows you a hunk of metal. I’d need you to sign this contract though. Read it though.”
He slips you a lengthy sheet of paper (the contract is legit) that details an expedition to recover a lost research vessel lost in uncharted territory. The contract promises up to ~5,000,000 GP worth of treasure.
"That is... indeed a substantial amount of money," he then muttered something inaudible. he then signed the paper simply as Bob and pushed the paper back
A woman is walking down the street towards the tavern. She has raven black hair, fair skin, and amber eyes, but she sports 9 gorgeous fox tails behind her in true Gumiho fashion. She’s wearing moderately fashionable clothing and is wearing a satchel. As she turns to go into the bar, a man jumps at her. Without missing a beat, she does… something? You can’t tell what, but the man collapses to the ground, unconscious. She continues walking and turns into the Nameless Tavern.
As she walks, the woman notices a somewhat humanoid robot laying against a wall. It is clearly of Auretian origin, probably a warrior. It is damaged, with sparking wires sticking out of broken armour panels. It doesn't look to have any weapons on it other than a small metal pipe.
*I can't actually RP now, but I'll be on later*
“Hello there. What happened to you?” She speaks with a clipped British accent, and looks at it curiously.
The auretian looks up. "D-n't knoww..." It groans, it's voice blank and cutting in and out. "38.345% of memory banks erased..."
“What’s the last thing you remember?” She’s looking around to see who’s watching, but she’s doing it casually so as not to draw suspicion.
"W-was decl–ed traitor. Thrown int- pod. W-ke up h–e." The Auretian says.
“Where did you work?” She’s trying to hide her curiosity.
"Aur-tia- Tech–cracy, 1st -eace-ep-r Ba-t-t-tallion, Squ-d 17." The Auretian replies, rattling it off as if it was an automated message.
“Did you work for the Terran Empire?”
The soldier pauses. "Mem-m-mory corrupted." It drones, trying to push itself up from the floor. "I am a-a-a tr–tor. I am b-b-be-ng puni-hed. That i- all I k–w."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
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He shrugs. "Mostly is. You don't have wizards and warlocks running around these days for a reason. Unlike technology, where you can steal just about everything from a previous generation and stitch it together with skill, magic requires a complete and intuitive understanding of what you're working with to use it at all. It's just not worth it most of the time. You don't get clout for knowing magic, because no one cares about it and it's so much easier to just use a machine and not worry about it. It's not even cheaper than technology most of the time. It used to be a big thing because advanced technology and automation weren't all the way there yet. They used to hunt people who knew about it because it was so powerful. Now, though? Parlor tricks. Most don't know, or at least won't acknowledge, that it exists."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Joey listens raptly. "Wow. Hope you don't mind me askin', mister, but how old are you?"
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
He laughs. "You probably wouldn't believe me, especially not after that spiel. I only look like this because of that curse I mentioned. You can do a lot of stuff with magic, but anything that hurts someone is bad news. If you mess up even a little bit, it'll go haywire. Think of it like electricity or radiation, but worse. I..." He pauses for dramatic effect, "am 34 years of age."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Damn, that's only 10 years older than me!" Frank says, sounding genuinely taken aback.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"And you'll age much better, I'd wager." The young-old man nods. "My age isn't even the weirdest part about me. But I'll save that for another time. I've given you enough shocks to last you... oh, a week or so." He chuckles and sits down. "So, if you don't mind me asking, what were you discussing out here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The man lets loose a bellowing laugh at that "You assume that I would be the only one doing so."
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
the "goose's" eyes narrow. "what would i be getting? and how can i trust you?"
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
The figure shows his insignia, revealing his rank as a Senior Captain for the Forhastian Space Force.
”That’s why, and the pay is more than the combined net worth of the entire Gut.”
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
he laughed "that dont make me trust you, in fact even less so... though... hm. fine. but any funny business and I won't hesitate to use one of these," he gestured to his guns
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
“You’d be wise to not trust a person who shows you a hunk of metal. I’d need you to sign this contract though. Read it though.”
He slips you a lengthy sheet of paper (the contract is legit) that details an expedition to recover a lost research vessel lost in uncharted territory. The contract promises up to ~5,000,000 GP worth of treasure.
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
"That is... indeed a substantial amount of money," he then muttered something inaudible. he then signed the paper simply as Bob and pushed the paper back
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
“Where did you work?” She’s trying to hide her curiosity.
Hello! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
I try to keep the peace and be neutral most of the time…
"Aur-tia- Tech–cracy, 1st -eace-ep-r Ba-t-t-tallion, Squ-d 17." The Auretian replies, rattling it off as if it was an automated message.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"I do not. What I do assume is that you are arrogant enough to believe your gang superior." The Auretian grabs a nearby pipe and rips it from the wall.
*Sorry if I'm making this difficult, but combat seems inevitable unless Toww can defuse quickly.*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
"We've recently got some info from the Dealer about a man who's planning to spark an incident with the Auretian Technocracy to cause a war. We was just discussing whether we were for or against this." Susie replies. The rest nod seriously.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*snippy snip those quote chains when you all come back!*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
“Did you work for the Terran Empire?”
Hello! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
I try to keep the peace and be neutral most of the time…
“Did you read it?”
…and his brother loved worms. AVACADO
The soldier pauses. "Mem-m-mory corrupted." It drones, trying to push itself up from the floor. "I am a-a-a tr–tor. I am b-b-be-ng puni-hed. That i- all I k–w."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.