Pootsy skips in and OH MY SHIT WHO IS THAT??? She stares at Coffin, a bit intimidated. But.. the wiggler would do her best to befriend the tough, so why not? She trots over to Coffin, and waves.
hiiiyah!
Pootsy skips in and OH MY SHIT WHO IS THAT??? She stares at Coffin, a bit intimidated. But.. the wiggler would do her best to befriend the tough, so why not? She trots over to Coffin, and waves.
hiiiyah!
here, i found warmth, comfort, and my life's true purpose.
This ominous pause can only mean she's really thinking about something.
Just-... a^ few- pursuers-.
Stuff- I've^ dealt- with- in- the^ past- is- all-.
There's already so much you go gather from that. Pursuers, new to the area.
One thing is already obviously apparent, she's more rough and tumble than she looks.
> resist urge to be gross
you fail and take your bandages off to let your wounds air out
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Anyone who draws a picture of Aestim and his goofy smile will get a redition of one of there trolls by me -Warning the rendition may be bad cause my art level is low-
Fun Fact: I've seen the end of the world, it's beautiful.
I see... Wha7 is your s7rife specibus, if you don'7 mind me askin'?
And then this perfectly normal troll enters the caf
CRICKETBAT'D!!!
No he doesn't.
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Coffin twitches.
"</\/ I knowww yyyouuu. /\/>
</\/ Yyyouuu buuusted uuup myyy moirail. /\/>"
He cracks his knuckles, ejecting a small coin directly at Pootsy's face.
And then he just stares.
You're still here.
Still watching.
Always.
That'sz cur~rent! Er, correct! Glub~bing fiszh punsz.
I'm a future member of the High Order of Xenophytesz! My caszte szpecializsesz in turning our bodiesz into weaponsz!
I'm Rizsari Nazsare, and you're miszter...?
Rizari Nazare says all of this while staring right at the ice picks, her pupils shrinking into tiny points. All of her focus, the ice picks have it.
(( this will explain ~everything~ ))
And in comes in a naturally unlikeable troll. Misero orders something expensive, then goes off to a dark corner to prepare his eating straws.
BONK
what the fuck was that?
oh its a torch
you take it and throw it in a random direction
anyone could get hit by it
What signature
OOC on pester chum is overnightFuture
Anyone who draws a picture of Aestim and his goofy smile will get a redition of one of there trolls by me -Warning the rendition may be bad cause my art level is low-
Fun Fact: I've seen the end of the world, it's beautiful.
For some reason she takes that as initiative to pull it out straight away.
Just- bladekind-. Nothing- special-. Well-, maybe^...
It's a rather intricate looking sword, ceremonial almost; asymetrical, with more bearing to one side than the other. As she puts the tip to the floor, the handle passed a little bit past her waist.
She then started doing little tricks to it with just one hand and the smile came back to her.
You^ see^ that-?
Light- as- a^ feather-.
A^ wiggler- could- swing- this- as- easily^ as- you^ or- me^.
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Suddenly, Nutela sees the falling of a cock in the distance. She knows whats up.
stiffy!
It makes sense in context.
Nutela gets up, and makes her way over to the man spending quality time with his cock, hoping she's not interrupting anything.
how've you been? i haven't seen you in quite a while.
butah.. iah don'tah knowah yoah!
Pootsy just stares at him, and then was bonked with a coin. Confused, she just captchalogues the coin. This guy did look familiar though..
iah meanah iah bustah upah alotah ofah peoplah.. soah iah havah noah ideah whoah yoah arah!
The wiggler shrugs.
arah yoah goingah tah hurtah meah?
here, i found warmth, comfort, and my life's true purpose.
Hmm..she really likes those ice picks. You don't mind it though, you actually like the excitement.
Honk, miss Rizari is it?, nice to meet you, Honk. Honk, my name is Claste Orbito, Honk. Honk, your order sounds very interesting, you must be a strong fighter, Honk.
Because, anyone who uses their body as a weapon would need to be able to take a blow.
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He just grits his teeth.
"</\/ Sick kid, name of Casket. Don't fucking touch him. /\/>
</\/ And yeah, you touch him, I will hurt you. /\/>"
He cracks his knuckles again, this time pulling out his halberd.
It's taller than he is.
Just throwing that out there.
And then Misero has to get up and go because the invisible hand of fate has decided to get him a new outfit.
Hee hee, did all the blood give me away?
I juszt grab~bed the eye~ballsz out of three trollsz for one of my little szervants! He earned it, what a good obedient mud~szkipper!
It'sz very neat to meet you and your weaponry, Claszte. How often do you get around to szubjugglating for the Empreszsz?
And Rizari begins asking her typical loyalty quiz. As she speaks she is so fixated on those eye picks I mean ice picks. She must somehow acquire one and incorporate it into her body armor.
Impressive. Mos7 impressive. Bu7- No, I'm no7 gonna quo7e 7ha7 movie series... Anyway, 7ha7s pre77y cool. I use polearmKind and bladeKind. Here, lemme show ya my ances7or's Glaive Guisarme...
You bring out a green glaive guisarme with the blade shaped like a 7. It looks very old, but it surprisingly homes its sharpness. You spin it around really fast, making sure no one gets hurt in the process. You sneak a trick that involves your telekinesis into the demonstration, but you doubt she noticed... You end the demonstration my hitting the ground with the blunt end of the polearm.
Haha! What didja 7hink of 7ha7?
Nutela! It has been a while hasn't it? Why, I'm _ happy to see you, that I don't actually mind you calling me Stiffy. As long as you don't make a habbit of it.
Of courese, Stifup fully expected her to make a habbit of it regardless of his protests. This was merely a formality, another step in their intricate waltz of snarkery.
Anyway, now that I've dealt with my cock, shall we find ourselves a table _ catch up?
Grow up!
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Feresa enters the cafe, whistling.
Fanfic and Trolls:
ooooah! himah! he'sah ah reallyah coolah personah.. heah seemsah tah reallyah likah gummiesah alotah!! iah evenah madah himah somethingah whenah iah seeah himah againah..
soah anywayah.. casketah hadah yoah hurtah meah? that'sah soah meeeeaaanah ofah himah..
Okay when she said that it sounded 90% sarcastic and she did not mean it to be like that.
butah.. okayah! it'sah myah firstah timah fightingah someonah thatah looksah toughah asah yoah, butah... don'tah holdah backah, okayah~?
No weapons Pootsy?
Oh.
Okay.
here, i found warmth, comfort, and my life's true purpose.
Honk, I suppose I do it pretty often, Honk. Honk, I get some of my paint from doing it, Honk. Honk, not that I get paint from there all the time, Honk. Honk, why do you ask, Honk?
Because the only one who's been interested so far has been Malae. Claste has also finished cleaning the one he stabbed her with the other night. Pretty pretty shiny shiny.
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Nope, she didn't notice. She's usually calm enough to keep a clear focus but he's spinning a blade shaped like a seven for sufferer's sake.
Bravo^ Varnak-, looking- at- you- never- gave^ me^ the^ impression- you- wielded- something- like^ that- so^ fluently^.
She seems to be surpressing the desire to stroke the edge. This isn't a weapon-related expy of Vicari's tech-lust I swear. Or maybe it is. I'm not sure.
Pretty pretty shiny shiny, you say? So, so very much so. She can't take her eyes off of the pick.
I like to make szure that other high~bloodsz szuch asz our~szelvesz are keeping buszy in their szervice to the Condeszce! Lazsineszsz and indolence are two diszeaszesz that are even more szerious than friend~szhip for usz purple~bloodsz! I alwaysz figured that if you're not oppreszszing low~blood mud~fiszh, then you had better be doing military training, other~wisze what USZE could you poszszibly szerve to our dace? Er, race?
Okay I will honesztly give you any amount of money for that Gog~damned ice pick.