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Two solitary figures are sitting at the bar. One German Shepherd and one Lynx (both anthro, of course.). The German Shepherd, a male, based on appearance, stands at 5'8", with dark chocolate and peanut butter brown markings. He wears baggy, deep blue jeans, combat boots, and a black hoodie with the sleeves cut off, over a grey long sleeve shirt. He also wears a sort of backpack, made to hold a person in such a way that, when resting in the sling, they face the wearer. The Lynx, barely 4'0", is in this sling. They bear all white fur with natural "paint" splatter markings, looking like the floor of a chaotic art project gone wrong. The German Shepderd is cupping a mug in his paws, quietly conversing with the Lynx.

Over the chest of the male's hoodie, it's supposed to say DO NOT PET, but thanks to some neatly done embroidery, stitched by the lynx, it now says Please DO NOT PET!

 The Dealer observes them from the bar, eventually going over to them. "May I sit?"

 The male confers with the lynx quietly for a moment before nodding.

The Lynx smiles widely "Yes! You can sit, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm Rink. This grumpy butt is Kasym. He's my b-"

"That's enough, Rink. Don't dish it all out at once." Kasym says gruffly, covering their muzzle with his paw

 The dealer chuckles, pulling out a chair and taking his seat. "Well, It is lovely to meet you two. I am the Dealer. If you want an actual name, Mr. Asher will do." he pauses, taking a sip from his drink. "I like to introduce myself to new arrivals, let them know of me and my services."

 "I got this, Rink." Kasym says softly to the feline before letting go of their muzzle. Quietly, they say "boyfriend" with a mutter, arms crossed
Kasym sighs and turns to the dealer. "Mr. Asher." he repeats, scanning the man, growling softly. "Speak plainly."

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The unnamed maid is wandering around, looking a slight bit sad.

 A strange, gaunt alien, his face obscured by a hood, hands clasped as if in prayer, appears nearby. "What ails you, maiden?" His voice is deep and ancient, with a kindly–yet slightly sinister– tone to it.

 She nods the him, her eyes seeming to stare down despite having no such pupils. Her voice is like TV static. "I-it is that my-y-y role in society is to be determined by who-o made me. That I am considered a disgrace to t-two kinds..." 

 The alien approaches slowly. "An unjust existence you have been born into." He walks directly up to her and reaches out a hand, touching her lightly on the forehead. "Unjust and cruel. I cannot stand for cruelty." The maid can feel a small presence in her head, as if her mind is being probed.

 Her eyes, again turn, which is again, quite strange how visible it is. She nods, and seems to wait for something.

 *can you tell me stuff? this is quite thorough memory probing and I know nothing about this character*

 *Ok*

In her mind there seems to be nothing at first, then it all changes, walls upon walls, so many thoughts whirring by, so fast; memories of schooling, seemingly of a poor family, and for being a doctor, memories of fighting, memories of happy times, and some of such sad times. Not all of these whir by, some stay on the floor, covering deeper, far buried things. Partly covered, yet partly not; the first family member that died, thoughts of being assaulted in the past, the first person she lost whilst doctoring, and thoughts of being talked down upon, some being thoughts of being told they are invalid, some being told that they are a man. Such thoughts break and regrow, memories lasting like francium, with new ones to replace them.

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Two solitary figures are sitting at the bar. One German Shepherd and one Lynx (both anthro, of course.). The German Shepherd, a male, based on appearance, stands at 5'8", with dark chocolate and peanut butter brown markings. He wears baggy, deep blue jeans, combat boots, and a black hoodie with the sleeves cut off, over a grey long sleeve shirt. He also wears a sort of backpack, made to hold a person in such a way that, when resting in the sling, they face the wearer. The Lynx, barely 4'0", is in this sling. They bear all white fur with natural "paint" splatter markings, looking like the floor of a chaotic art project gone wrong. The German Shepderd is cupping a mug in his paws, quietly conversing with the Lynx.

Over the chest of the male's hoodie, it's supposed to say DO NOT PET, but thanks to some neatly done embroidery, stitched by the lynx, it now says Please DO NOT PET!

 The Dealer observes them from the bar, eventually going over to them. "May I sit?"

 The male confers with the lynx quietly for a moment before nodding.

The Lynx smiles widely "Yes! You can sit, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm Rink. This grumpy butt is Kasym. He's my b-"

"That's enough, Rink. Don't dish it all out at once." Kasym says gruffly, covering their muzzle with his paw

 The dealer chuckles, pulling out a chair and taking his seat. "Well, It is lovely to meet you two. I am the Dealer. If you want an actual name, Mr. Asher will do." he pauses, taking a sip from his drink. "I like to introduce myself to new arrivals, let them know of me and my services."

 "I got this, Rink." Kasym says softly to the feline before letting go of their muzzle. Quietly, they say "boyfriend" with a mutter, arms crossed
Kasym sighs and turns to the dealer. "Mr. Asher." he repeats, scanning the man, growling softly. "Speak plainly."

 Mr. Asher nods. "If you need anything, and I mean anything, it is quite likely I have it, or a way to get it." He sighs. "I deal with every gang, every man. Names. Objects. Lives." He adds after a short pause. "I tell you this as both a warning and an advert, of sorts."

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The unnamed maid is wandering around, looking a slight bit sad.

 A strange, gaunt alien, his face obscured by a hood, hands clasped as if in prayer, appears nearby. "What ails you, maiden?" His voice is deep and ancient, with a kindly–yet slightly sinister– tone to it.

 She nods the him, her eyes seeming to stare down despite having no such pupils. Her voice is like TV static. "I-it is that my-y-y role in society is to be determined by who-o made me. That I am considered a disgrace to t-two kinds..." 

 The alien approaches slowly. "An unjust existence you have been born into." He walks directly up to her and reaches out a hand, touching her lightly on the forehead. "Unjust and cruel. I cannot stand for cruelty." The maid can feel a small presence in her head, as if her mind is being probed.

 Her eyes, again turn, which is again, quite strange how visible it is. She nods, and seems to wait for something.

 *can you tell me stuff? this is quite thorough memory probing and I know nothing about this character*

 *Ok*

In her mind there seems to be nothing at first, then it all changes, walls upon walls, so many thoughts whirring by, so fast; memories of schooling, seemingly of a poor family, and for being a doctor, memories of fighting, memories of happy times, and some of such sad times. Not all of these whir by, some stay on the floor, covering deeper, far buried things. Partly covered, yet partly not; the first family member that died, thoughts of being assaulted in the past, the first person she lost whilst doctoring, and thoughts of being talked down upon, some being thoughts of being told they are invalid, some being told that they are a man. Such thoughts break and regrow, memories lasting like francium, with new ones to replace them.

 The alien takes his hand away. "You have a deep and storied past." He says. "It would seem that your mind is cluttered. You are confused, maybe a little scared." He pats her shoulder. "I may be able to assist."

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 Mr. Asher nods. "If you need anything, and I mean anything, it is quite likely I have it, or a way to get it." He sighs. "I deal with every gang, every man. Names. Objects. Lives." He adds after a short pause. "I tell you this as both a warning and an advert, of sorts."

 Kasym digests the words before shaking his head. "I think all I need is my pension, Rink, this bar, and my house. I appreciate your offer. If, for some reason, I require your services, know I will find you. The nose knows." he says, tapping his nose

"Do you wanna pet him?!" Rink interjects, pointing to their handiwork on Kasym's hoodie

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The unnamed maid is wandering around, looking a slight bit sad.

 A strange, gaunt alien, his face obscured by a hood, hands clasped as if in prayer, appears nearby. "What ails you, maiden?" His voice is deep and ancient, with a kindly–yet slightly sinister– tone to it.

 She nods the him, her eyes seeming to stare down despite having no such pupils. Her voice is like TV static. "I-it is that my-y-y role in society is to be determined by who-o made me. That I am considered a disgrace to t-two kinds..." 

 The alien approaches slowly. "An unjust existence you have been born into." He walks directly up to her and reaches out a hand, touching her lightly on the forehead. "Unjust and cruel. I cannot stand for cruelty." The maid can feel a small presence in her head, as if her mind is being probed.

 Her eyes, again turn, which is again, quite strange how visible it is. She nods, and seems to wait for something.

 *can you tell me stuff? this is quite thorough memory probing and I know nothing about this character*

 *Ok*

In her mind there seems to be nothing at first, then it all changes, walls upon walls, so many thoughts whirring by, so fast; memories of schooling, seemingly of a poor family, and for being a doctor, memories of fighting, memories of happy times, and some of such sad times. Not all of these whir by, some stay on the floor, covering deeper, far buried things. Partly covered, yet partly not; the first family member that died, thoughts of being assaulted in the past, the first person she lost whilst doctoring, and thoughts of being talked down upon, some being thoughts of being told they are invalid, some being told that they are a man. Such thoughts break and regrow, memories lasting like francium, with new ones to replace them.

 The alien takes his hand away. "You have a deep and storied past." He says. "It would seem that your mind is cluttered. You are confused, maybe a little scared." He pats her shoulder. "I may be able to assist."

 She nods again, seemingly sniffling. "Thank you." She says, her voice more intense, the low pitches so far low, and the high pitches so far high.

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 Mr. Asher nods. "If you need anything, and I mean anything, it is quite likely I have it, or a way to get it." He sighs. "I deal with every gang, every man. Names. Objects. Lives." He adds after a short pause. "I tell you this as both a warning and an advert, of sorts."

 Kasym digests the words before shaking his head. "I think all I need is my pension, Rink, this bar, and my house. I appreciate your offer. If, for some reason, I require your services, know I will find you. The nose knows." he says, tapping his nose

"Do you wanna pet him?!" Rink interjects, pointing to their handiwork on Kasym's hoodie

The dealer laughs. "It crossed my mind a few times, although I'm afraid that I would lose a hand if I tried."

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The Legion Gang are searching for Toww.

META is in the Nameless Inn, waiting for Toww

 

 *I'll do a double roleplay*

Toww is standing in the Nameless Inn, just after talking to somebody

Toww is in the back of the Nameless Inn, standing there.

 *I ain't got long*

The gang walk up to him. Frank calls him. "Hey, mister. We've been looking for a guy named Toww, looks like you."

META stumbles over and hands Toww a small chip. "The schematics are on there. You will need to put that chip into a computer to view them."

 "Yes, and I am Toww"

"Thank you, I'm grateful"

 "Ahh, good. We got some info that you was trying to mess up the government, yeah?" The gang nods. "We wanna join up with you. We agree with the cause and think we'd stand a better chance standing by someone with history in this stuff."

"You'd better be. I devoted 42 hours to that." META grumbles. "However, I don't know where you'll get a functioning computer in this squalid place."

 "The problem is I would have to test y'all, and I don't know how to go about that."

"I can build one, pretty easily. shouldn't be hard."

 The gang look at each other. "Uhh... test us?"

META gives him a look. "Good luck. And no, you can't scrap me for parts. Auretians aren't made of normal computer components, mostly."

 "Like, ask you to do something, test your combat skills, thinking under pressure, that sort of thing"

"I had no plans to scrap you for parts "

 "Ah, right." The gang visibly sigh with relief.

"Doubtful." META replies. "However, I must trust you. Irritably."

 "Yeah"

"I genuinely didn't"

 "Right. If you want combat skills, we got them aplenty. Least I think we do, you'll be the judge o' that." Joey says. The rest of the gang nod enthusiastically.

"If I could raise an eyebrow, I would." META makes a digital noise that sounds like an analogue of a deep sigh. "Anyways, shall we find computer parts?"

 "How do you want to test them?"

"I have some, I would just need the hard drive and computer fan"

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 Mr. Asher nods. "If you need anything, and I mean anything, it is quite likely I have it, or a way to get it." He sighs. "I deal with every gang, every man. Names. Objects. Lives." He adds after a short pause. "I tell you this as both a warning and an advert, of sorts."

 Kasym digests the words before shaking his head. "I think all I need is my pension, Rink, this bar, and my house. I appreciate your offer. If, for some reason, I require your services, know I will find you. The nose knows." he says, tapping his nose

"Do you wanna pet him?!" Rink interjects, pointing to their handiwork on Kasym's hoodie

The dealer laughs. "It crossed my mind a few times, although I'm afraid that I would lose a hand if I tried."

 "Oh, he won't bite you. I know too much." they say with a maniacal expression on their face

"That's true." Kasym says, shrugging. 

"You can pet him." Rink says with finality, Kasym only nodding

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The unnamed maid is wandering around, looking a slight bit sad.

 A strange, gaunt alien, his face obscured by a hood, hands clasped as if in prayer, appears nearby. "What ails you, maiden?" His voice is deep and ancient, with a kindly–yet slightly sinister– tone to it.

 She nods the him, her eyes seeming to stare down despite having no such pupils. Her voice is like TV static. "I-it is that my-y-y role in society is to be determined by who-o made me. That I am considered a disgrace to t-two kinds..." 

 The alien approaches slowly. "An unjust existence you have been born into." He walks directly up to her and reaches out a hand, touching her lightly on the forehead. "Unjust and cruel. I cannot stand for cruelty." The maid can feel a small presence in her head, as if her mind is being probed.

 Her eyes, again turn, which is again, quite strange how visible it is. She nods, and seems to wait for something.

 *can you tell me stuff? this is quite thorough memory probing and I know nothing about this character*

 *Ok*

In her mind there seems to be nothing at first, then it all changes, walls upon walls, so many thoughts whirring by, so fast; memories of schooling, seemingly of a poor family, and for being a doctor, memories of fighting, memories of happy times, and some of such sad times. Not all of these whir by, some stay on the floor, covering deeper, far buried things. Partly covered, yet partly not; the first family member that died, thoughts of being assaulted in the past, the first person she lost whilst doctoring, and thoughts of being talked down upon, some being thoughts of being told they are invalid, some being told that they are a man. Such thoughts break and regrow, memories lasting like francium, with new ones to replace them.

 The alien takes his hand away. "You have a deep and storied past." He says. "It would seem that your mind is cluttered. You are confused, maybe a little scared." He pats her shoulder. "I may be able to assist."

 She nods again, seemingly sniffling. "Thank you." She says, her voice more intense, the low pitches so far low, and the high pitches so far high.

 The alien smiles. "Don't worry yourself. It is, after all, the Curator's oath to restore the broken and to find the lost." He straightens. "I am the Curator Iridescent. Less formally, Kami."

*must go*

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The unnamed maid is wandering around, looking a slight bit sad.

 A strange, gaunt alien, his face obscured by a hood, hands clasped as if in prayer, appears nearby. "What ails you, maiden?" His voice is deep and ancient, with a kindly–yet slightly sinister– tone to it.

 She nods the him, her eyes seeming to stare down despite having no such pupils. Her voice is like TV static. "I-it is that my-y-y role in society is to be determined by who-o made me. That I am considered a disgrace to t-two kinds..." 

 The alien approaches slowly. "An unjust existence you have been born into." He walks directly up to her and reaches out a hand, touching her lightly on the forehead. "Unjust and cruel. I cannot stand for cruelty." The maid can feel a small presence in her head, as if her mind is being probed.

 Her eyes, again turn, which is again, quite strange how visible it is. She nods, and seems to wait for something.

 *can you tell me stuff? this is quite thorough memory probing and I know nothing about this character*

 *Ok*

In her mind there seems to be nothing at first, then it all changes, walls upon walls, so many thoughts whirring by, so fast; memories of schooling, seemingly of a poor family, and for being a doctor, memories of fighting, memories of happy times, and some of such sad times. Not all of these whir by, some stay on the floor, covering deeper, far buried things. Partly covered, yet partly not; the first family member that died, thoughts of being assaulted in the past, the first person she lost whilst doctoring, and thoughts of being talked down upon, some being thoughts of being told they are invalid, some being told that they are a man. Such thoughts break and regrow, memories lasting like francium, with new ones to replace them.

 The alien takes his hand away. "You have a deep and storied past." He says. "It would seem that your mind is cluttered. You are confused, maybe a little scared." He pats her shoulder. "I may be able to assist."

 She nods again, seemingly sniffling. "Thank you." She says, her voice more intense, the low pitches so far low, and the high pitches so far high.

 The alien smiles. "Don't worry yourself. It is, after all, the Curator's oath to restore the broken and to find the lost." He straightens. "I am the Curator Iridescent. Less formally, Kami."

 She stands up, a stiff sound strange for any human to make, though a sound of graditude.

*Hi TarTar*

*Question for Ejo.

Do you count the mule "Beast of Burden. The mule is considered to be a Large animal for the purpose of determining its carrying capacity." feature to allow carrying a medium creature as well?*

A kid is scuttling about in a nearby gutter

Captain Salvador is watching a holofilm

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Shrimpastador is sitting in the Nameless, trying to draw out the people in the dark corners to play board games with them.

 A large man walks out of the shadows and sits down, saying "Bored games?"

 a small... creature, walks over to the table, their head barley clearing the top. their head is seemingly encased in a bug-like mask, with two horns going up, pronged at the ends, though one is slightly longer than the other, and two eye-holes carved in the mask, though nothing was visible inside aside from a black void his pure voidic black body covered by a simple leaf-like cloak, a odd weapon was sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and a short, thin triangular blade, and the air around him seems to whisper of darkness

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a small... creature, walks into the nameless tavern, their head seemingly encased in a bug-like mask, with two horns, pronged at the ends though one is slightly longer than the other, and two eye-holes carved in the mask, though nothing was visible inside aside from a black void his pure voidic black body covered by a simple leaf-like cloak, a odd weapon was sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and a short, thin triangular blade, and the air around him seems to whisper of darkness

 A Gumiho woman walks in. “Hello there, who might you be?” She’s twirling… something? You can’t get a good enough look - in her fingers, as she speaks.

 The creature's head tilted, though no sound came out of their mask, not even breathing, as well, there was no mouth hole to speak of in said mask, though as you look closer, you realize it doesnt seem to be covering anything, or if it is, its hidden in the void beneath it. it reached into... its own body, and pulled out a small, journal-like book, though it seemed to be made of dried leaves. on the front was "vessel" stamped out in straight letters, then below it was the word "cavum" in more shaky letters, seemingly a name

 “So you’re Cavan, huh? How’d you end up in this hellhole?”

*Could I make a warlock that serves a competitor for the Dealer?*

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A kid is scuttling about in a nearby gutter

Captain Salvador is watching a holofilm

 Shrimpastador, in their true form, emerges from the dark wetness around the kid. Their black shell blends with the shadows, leaving their glowing, warm-toned eyes.

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a small... creature, walks into the nameless tavern, their head seemingly encased in a bug-like mask, with two horns, pronged at the ends though one is slightly longer than the other, and two eye-holes carved in the mask, though nothing was visible inside aside from a black void his pure voidic black body covered by a simple leaf-like cloak, a odd weapon was sheathed to his back, comprised of a handle and a short, thin triangular blade, and the air around him seems to whisper of darkness

 A Gumiho woman walks in. “Hello there, who might you be?” She’s twirling… something? You can’t get a good enough look - in her fingers, as she speaks.

 The creature's head tilted, though no sound came out of their mask, not even breathing, as well, there was no mouth hole to speak of in said mask, though as you look closer, you realize it doesnt seem to be covering anything, or if it is, its hidden in the void beneath it. it reached into... its own body, and pulled out a small, journal-like book, though it seemed to be made of dried leaves. on the front was "vessel" stamped out in straight letters, then below it was the word "cavum" in more shaky letters, seemingly a name

 “So you’re Cavan, huh? How’d you end up in this hellhole?”

 *cavum* the creature opened the book and started writing, and after a moment he turned the book towards you. it read "was broght here" the handwriting was the same as the cover, and didnt seem like he had been tought by someone, and rather had picked up words