#Flarp2 - Session 37

[IRC client misadventures removed for your reading convenience]

<apatheticAssistant> *** The sun slowly but oh so surely rises just above the mountains, beaming down on the fishing town of Havre and dawning the new day. The scent of seawater and gin hangs lightly in the air, even in the confines of Seaside's local Inn. The group of oddball adventurers only now begin to wake, morning light gleaming past the panes of glass. A picture perfect mo
<apatheticAssistant> rning-- sans the lack of Raisin Bran and bacon.
<apatheticAssistant> *** http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S5vjvAk4AKs&feature=relmfu
<Nitro> [> fishing town of Havre]
<Nitro> [all towns are Havre]
<Nitro> [canon]
<apatheticAssistant> [[Oh-- hrk]]
<apatheticAssistant> [[I am]]
-*- chthonianGunslinger Truly, a stunning morning to behold. Anyone would kill to rise up to face this morning.
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  is awake at dawn, waiting the sun rise from the beach.
<Nitro> Halley, upon awakening on this day, found himself fully aware of the surrounding world for the first time in what seemed like weeks. It seemed that the rabbits' hypnotism had finally worn off.
<Nitro> He'd been jumped by his enemies at random, and outnumbered. Curse their extreme reproductive tendencies! He took down five, eight -- more than he could count (and not only because he killed many, but also because he was a dog). Ultimately, however, he was overwhelmed.
<Nitro> He'd fallen prey to their hypnotism -- he didn't know what they wanted of him, but when he awoke, he was only half there. He wandered near blindly until he found his companions, and then followed them, clung to the familiarity, mind lost in a haze.
<Nitro> One might call his faithful tailing --
<Nitro> auto-following.
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  is watching the beautiful sunrise from the beach.
-*- chthonianGunslinger It was indeed, a beautiful morning. One would kill to rise up to such a gorgeous sunrise, poking out from the placid waves.
<Nitro> Regardless, though, it seemed his mind had recovered from the horrors his mortal enemies had inflicted. The white dog stood up, of his own fully free will for the first time in what may even have been a year (but only if it's in dog years) and examined the room he was in. An unfamiliar inn. Ok.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Unless, that is, they didn't want to wake up at all.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Such was the case of a certain little boy, who spent maybe too long over the workbench. Tireless hours, and the best thing he could come up with was a disco chainsaw.
-*- DiamondsDroog was in his own room, just waking up and stretching out on the bed. He sat up and started his morning routine.
<apatheticAssistant> *** The sight of the sun rising is truly magnificant, the sunlight gleaming across the sands of Seaside's beach. Hardly a single other soul was on the beach, save for the occasional crab or pelican-- after all, people were still just waking up. It was pleasant, and certainly a refreshing thing to see first thing in the morning.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Oh, and those headphones from hell. But at least someone could appreciate those.
<apatheticAssistant> *** ... A single PELICAN promptly ruins that however as they take a crap just on the blueblood's shoulder. Ffffffffffff.
-*- DiamondsDroog starts off his day with a MEDITATION.
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  ... Really? Fucking bird.
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  decides that since there is no one else on the beach he will strip down and go into the water to clean up.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Eventually, he gave up the chase and crashed into his bedroom. Sleep came easily, dreamless and eternal. He'd probably sleep for hours, past noon and into the night.
<SirScrewloose> [[psst]]
<SirScrewloose> [[i have no idea what's going  on]]
<DiamondsDroog> ((We are all waking up in the town of Seaside. In an Inn.))
<apatheticAssistant> *** Droog spends a few moments in a calm, collected, and almost comatose state of deep thought. After some time of this, he successfully manages to gain a single comb. Neat.
<apatheticAssistant> [[And yeah, DD got it right. uou]]
<SirScrewloose> [[i have no idea who to play
-*- childJohn has actually woken up early, and already dressed up and got ready for the morning, but she stretched just a bit more.
<Nitro> [You'd want to fill out a character sheet -- you can play as virtually any character you'd like to.]
<chthonianGunslinger> /action But just like how some people couldn't just leave the workbench, others couldn't help but to meddle in their affairs. As the rays started to peek through the curtains, Kanaya slowly slipped out of the closet. Today was a new day, one full of possibilities. Danger was staring them down in the face, and yet she found herself unfettered. They were prepared, weren't they?
<SirScrewloose> [[pffff]
<SirScrewloose> [so Kanaya came out ofthe closet?]]
<apatheticAssistant> *** Halley doesn't quite see anything out of place in the strange new Inn room. Gray, gray, gray, and more gray. Yep, nothing out of check here!
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Or trying to be prepared, at the very least. And that had to count for something, right?
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Right?
<chthonianGunslinger> [she does this every morning 8y]
<Nitro> The dog found this room distastefully boring and decided he wanted to get out of it as soon as possible.
<Nitro> He glared at the closed door. Another wretched enemy of canines everywhere.
<chthonianGunslinger> [is halley in the same room as kanaya?]
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  once he finishes cleaning himself off in the ocean, he gets dressed again and decided to see if everyone was awake in the Inn.
<Nitro> Denying them freedom purely because they lacked opposable thumbs.
<Nitro> [I was about to ask that.]
<Nitro> [Probably.]
<chthonianGunslinger> [or did he someone hire his own room]
<chthonianGunslinger> [sweet]
-*- DiamondsDroog once his meditation was over Droog proceeded with a shower.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Noticing their furred comrade, she knelt down and gave the dog a few gentle scratches. It had been some time since they'd last met; who could believe it, that the woofbeast traveled all the way from Havre to see them? Truly, a dedicated woofbeast.
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  knocks on Kanya's door with a grin.
<SirScrewloose> [[only ones I remember playing on the trollmegle chat were LE, the Midnight Crew, and WV]]
-*- chthonianGunslinger "Good Morning" she lightly chuckled, reaching down to rub his back. "Its Good To See You In Such Good Shape"
<Nitro> [@Screwloose: Sorry this took so long. Here's the character sheet if you'd like to fill it out and put it on Mibpaste and run it by Jasp for approval -- http://pastebin.com/EF96XdN2 ]
<chthonianGunslinger> [you can literally be anyone]
<Nitro> [You're free to play characters outside Homestuck.]
-*- childJohn finally stopped stretching and shined her glasses. "oooh, i wish it could sparkle."
<Nitro> The dog was thoroughly distracted from his dilemma by bACKSCRATCHES. He leaned into the petting, looking like he'd just entered canine heaven -- squirrels, bones, and steaks abounding.
<SirScrewloose> [[okay who is childjohn playing because itseems like that name is a lie
<apatheticAssistant> [[It's Jade, SS. y:]]
<childJohn> [Jade but I could change this name, it's just the default one c:.]
-*- DiamondsDroog After his shower, Droog dressed and proceeded with another MEDITATE.
<apatheticAssistant> [[Indeed. uvu]]
<chthonianGunslinger> /action It seemed like not everyone was a morning person, though. Glancing back, she dutifully noted the mess of white and blue under the covers. Seemed like he worked himself to exhaustion. She'd probably have to motivate him soon enough; after all, he'd been the most eager to strike down the nautical abomination. Why, she'd never know. Perhaps monster hunting was in the blood?
-*- chthonianGunslinger Maybe...or maybe he had something to prove.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Sigh.
-*- chthonianGunslinger That boy was a connundrum.
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  knocks on Kanaya's door once more.
-*- DiamondsDroog  too much black so i'm going with this.
-*- chthonianGunslinger But she had no time to ponder, as her thoughts had been interrupted by a sudden knocking. Visitors? This early in the morning? How absurd.
<apatheticAssistant> *** Jade's glasses didn't sparkle, no. But they certainly came close as they glinted nicely in the morning light. This has no real effect on anything in particular. But it looks nice!
<apatheticAssistant> [[>Jade: Blow all the party's money on a bedazzler. 8y]]
<childJohn> [Pffff.]
<apatheticAssistant> [[you guys will thank me for this! trust me! it was a great investment, and--]]
<apatheticAssistant> [[jade]]
<apatheticAssistant> [[jade it cost us hundreds of thousands]]
<apatheticAssistant> [[we are poverty embodied]]
<apatheticAssistant> [[but... but sparkles! ):]]
-*- chthonianGunslinger Regardless, she wasn't one to leave someone hanging. Reluctantly tearing herself away from the cuddly woofbeast, she opened the door with ease.
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Mornin' Kanaya." he grinned.
-*- chthonianGunslinger "Oh Hephus" she said, lightly surprised. "Its Good To See You Again"
<Nitro> Halley, finally drawn from his backscratching-induced wonder land, noticed the dead-to-the-world lump that the girl had been observing before the knocking had interrupted. He approached the bed and sniffed said lump cautiously. His nose wrinkled at the identity he discovered. Weird Boy.
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Yeh!" He chuckled and looked past her to see the the white woofbeast and what he presumed to be Nero in the bed. "I see not everyone is awake."
<Nitro> The boy probably should get up. That was all that needed to occur to his doggish mind before he decided to make that happen.
<Nitro> Halley jumped onto the bed and boy, barking in his ear, digging and clawing at the sheets, and generally making a ruckus. Being a dog, it did not occur to him that he could get them all kicked out on the street.
<Nitro> Bad dog, Halley. Bad dog.
<chthonianGunslinger> /action Who else could it be, but the lovable Weird Boy. He was peacefully snoozing away, nesting in a pile of blankets and sheets. Standard procedure, when you lived in the hellish subzero wasteland that was Maine.
<apatheticAssistant> *** ... Holy shit what's going on up there.
-*- DiamondsDroog  does a x2 meditation combo.
-*- chthonianGunslinger But absolutely none of this mattered, because a dog was trying to eat him jESUS FUCKIN CHRIST.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Nero, unlike Kanaya, had no idea that Halley had returned. All he knew that was some werewolf was trying to gnaw on his face.
<chthonianGunslinger> Oh My Goodness
<chthonianGunslinger> Halley
<chthonianGunslinger> Halley Please
<chthonianGunslinger> Heel Boy
<apatheticAssistant> *** Droog takes a bit of time to meditate-- the first time isn't as successful as it preferably would have been, but the second time makes it up just fine as he proceeds to gain two combs. Nifty!
-*- childJohn walked out of her room. "seaside is so boring sometimes, i wish something fun would happen besides ugly old pirates."
<chthonianGunslinger> /action That was the correct term for it, yes?
<Nitro> Halley had no inclination to obey. He was busy being a responsible dog.
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Should... I stop him?"
<chthonianGunslinger> judas fuckin priest get off!
<apatheticAssistant> *** Speaking of ugly old pirates, the Inn keeper was already trudging down the hall of the Inn towards the location of the violent barking and screaming. He stops halfway in the hall to note the lass, hand on his side, hovering over his flintlock-- really, the fact that he owns a gun is no surprise. Everyone either has a knife or gun or both in this sort of n
<chthonianGunslinger> /action Taking matters into his own hands, Nero roughly pushed the dog off the bed. He was damn near ready to pounce on that son of a bitch, show him what for. No werewolves were eating him tonight, goddamnit. A hand twitched, reaching for his revolver.
<Nitro> Ow okay there's a floor there Weird Boy
<chthonianGunslinger> Nero No
<apatheticAssistant> eighborhood. "Hey, you there, girl! Could I ask y'for a helpin' hand?"
<chthonianGunslinger> Thats Our Dog
-*- DiamondsDroog  after his meditation, he made sure that he he was dressed properly before walking down to check the Bulletion board.
<apatheticAssistant> *** "Y'hear th'shoutin' and fightin'? Help me find just where it's comin' from, would ya?"
<chthonianGunslinger> /action ...It was a dog, yes? A woofbeast and a dog. So confusing.
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  stands in the doorway, sighing heavily.
<Nitro> Halley hit the ground roughly on his shoulder, narrowly avoiding the edge of the side-table. He flailed to roll onto his stomach and scramble to his paws, looking a little indignant.
<apatheticAssistant> *** Meanwhile, Droog promptly searches the more or less baren Bulletin Board just on the wall of the Inn.
<apatheticAssistant> *** Loading...
<Nitro> As if just to get in the last word, he let out a final, quiet bark, not unlike a grumbling child.
<childJohn> "uh sure! im glad to help anyone at all." she started to search around the inn for the noise, although in her own silly way.
<apatheticAssistant> *** HELP WANTED: We're having a bit of trouble transporting some shipments of untested concoctions to the potion store in Sacaraba for plenty of reasons-- one of which being the lack of volunteers. We would be more than happy to reward you for it if you get the job done right. REWARDS: 500 BD, Mysterious Mixture
<chthonianGunslinger> /action At the words 'our dog', the boy had finally paused to look down on his attacker. Same fluffy white fur, red drooling tongue, and indignant look. Like he was looking at some kind of freak.
<apatheticAssistant> *** End list.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Yeah, that was their dog alright.
-*- chthonianGunslinger With a heavy sigh, he rolled his eyes and slumped back onto the couch.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Dumb fucking dog.
-*- DiamondsDroog  writes down the address to the place and nods. This should keep him busy.
<Nitro> Halley narrowed his eyes as the boy leaned back. He barked pointedly, unhappy with the action. No going back to sleep for /you/.
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Perhaps I should see what kinda jobs there are ta do?" He suggests.
<apatheticAssistant> *** "Thank ya." The Inn keeper replied with a gruff nod, he continued his march through the Inn's halls. When the noises come to an abrupt halt, he feels the slightest bit of dread in his gut. If there was a werewolf or some shit in this town, he didn't know if he'd be surprised or not.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Oh goodness, did she truly have to mediate between a boy and a woofbeast.
-*- chthonianGunslinger She didn, didn't she.
<apatheticAssistant> *** c3<
<DiamondsDroog> /me
-*- DiamondsDroog  before he leaves, he sits down to MEDITATE.
-*- chthonianGunslinger With a sigh, she held off that particular thought. She'd cross that bridge when they reached it. Unfortunately, she was afraid she'd have to reach it very soon.
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Yeah... I'll just... Go check the board..." He backed out and walked down the hallway.
-*- chthonianGunslinger And before she even noticed, Hephus was gone. No thanks to those two, no doubt. Sigh.
<chthonianGunslinger> Please I Implore You
<chthonianGunslinger> I Know Its Difficult But All I Ask Is For You Two To Get Along
-*- childJohn nods her head in response, as she walked through the halls, the sound didn't get any quieter, although just a teensy /bit/, it got louder. Then it go all quiet. "creepy."
<chthonianGunslinger> /action "...are you seriously talkin to a dog" grumbled the pile, miraculously reformed from before.
<chthonianGunslinger> dont even bother
<chthonianGunslinger> it probably only knows words like
<chthonianGunslinger> sit, stay, good boy.
<apatheticAssistant> *** Droog learns the location of where the potion shipment can be picked up-- shockingly enough, it just so happens to be at the local potion shop; Seaside Salves. It could only be presumed that it can be dropped off at the same potion store in Sacaraba, but it's difficult to say. They weren't /quite/ specific, no. Droog also manages to gain a single comb fro
<chthonianGunslinger> halley want a cracker, arf arf
<Nitro> Halley's ears pricked at Nero's words.
<Nitro> He was sitting, yes?
<apatheticAssistant> m his meditation, luckily enough.
<Nitro> Where is his treat?
<Nitro> You have a treat for him, right?
<Nitro> What dO YOU MEAN NO?
<Nitro> WHAT SORT OF MASTER IS THIS.
<Nitro> CRUEL BOY.
<Nitro> WORST.
<chthonianGunslinger> /action A hand creeps out from the bed, scratching the dog's head.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Good boy.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Badly trained boy, but that was okay. So was he.
<Nitro> Halley grumbled but accepted the petting. He wasn't one to turn down petting, even if it was the untrustworthy Weird Boy.
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  runs into the Innkeeper. "Oh, Howdy! How are ya this mornin'?"
-*- DiamondsDroog  heads off toward the potion shop.
<apatheticAssistant> *** Nero promptly loses several TRUST POINTS. This action shall leave him in a rather fickle place with most townsfolk. News travels very fast, especially between speechless animals.
<childJohn> mr. innkeeper guy, i really cant find the noise, it stopped all of a sudden! pretty creepy.
<apatheticAssistant> *** "I'm just /fine/, sport. As fer you, lassy, I want y'to check th'rooms-- and if it's locked, call me." Though hahah who was he kidding most of the doors don't even have locks on them.
<Nitro> [good, Jasp]
<Nitro> [excellent]
<apatheticAssistant> *** Locks are expensive.
<chthonianGunslinger> [nero can never be happy]
<chthonianGunslinger> [never]
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Ya lookin' fer somethin?"
<apatheticAssistant> [[I will never once let him be happy Bu]]
<chthonianGunslinger> /action ...That was silly, wasn't it.
<Nitro> The canine abruptly pulled away and headed out the open door. Someone talking to him? Don't be silly. Everyone knows human gibberish means nothing unless commands are involved. Because if commands are involved, then there are trEATS AWAITING.
<chthonianGunslinger> /action Oh yes, yes it was. As if she was expecting the lusus to speak.
<apatheticAssistant> *** "If what happened what I think happened? Yeah, I am lookin' fer somethin'. A couple'a bodies and a bloodied floor. It's too much've a hassle t'run an Inn these days, I swear."
<chthonianGunslinger> Well
<chthonianGunslinger> Yes
<chthonianGunslinger> That Is Rather Silly
<Nitro> Treats or love. But love was only a valid reward if it was from his One True Master.
<Nitro> [Lord English, of course]
<Nitro> [8y]
<chthonianGunslinger> But Id Prefer It If You Didnt Constantly Bicker With The Woofbeast
<chthonianGunslinger> Dog
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  He thinks for a long moment. "Ya looking fer the barkin' that happened a while ago?" he asked. "It was just a woofbeast wakin' up a friend."
<chthonianGunslinger> what did you want me to do?
<chthonianGunslinger> that thing was tryin to kill me
<apatheticAssistant> *** Droog, after a moderately short trip, finds himself just at the potion store in question, Saltwater Salves. The woman who could only be assumed as the store clerk leans on her elbows as she sits behind the counter, a few strands of auburn hair dangling in her face.
<chthonianGunslinger> Dont Be So Melodramatic
<apatheticAssistant> *** " 'Wakin' up."
<chthonianGunslinger> He Was Only Trying To Wake You Up
<apatheticAssistant> *** "They were just 'wakin' up' 'em."
<chthonianGunslinger> yeah, by assaultin me.
<chthonianGunslinger> ...
<Nitro> The very canine Hephus mentioned slipped quietly behind the innkeeper's legs to attempt a stealthy escape. Except he didn't know he was being searched for and therefore it wasn't very stealthy at all.
<chthonianGunslinger> So Maybe It Wasnt The Most Ideal Decision
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Yeh." He nodded. "Ya there's the woofbeast now." He said.
<apatheticAssistant> *** "Boy, if y'know where they are, y'--"
<chthonianGunslinger> But You Cannot Expect Too Much
<apatheticAssistant> *** sON OF A BITCH.
<chthonianGunslinger> He Is Simply A Lusus After All
<chthonianGunslinger> And You Probably Shouldnt Stay In Bed All Day
<chthonianGunslinger> mtired
<chthonianGunslinger> so sue me
-*- DiamondsDroog  before he walks into the store he decides to try and MEDITATE.
<childJohn> "check the rooms, oh okay." before she left, she saw the cute little doggy rubbing against the other guys legs. All dogs are adorable to her, all of then.
<childJohn> [Read that wrong woops]
<chthonianGunslinger> But What About Defeating The Dreaded Fluthulu
<chthonianGunslinger> were not exactly on a time limit here
<apatheticAssistant> *** "Y'know, /son/, I don't want no problems in this here Inn. Listen to me closely; if y'don't get that mutt under control, I'm gonna do it for ya. Got that?" Ornery as fuck, he was. But that got dang dog's not right. >8u
<chthonianGunslinger> cant a guy catch a break
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "'S not ma woofbeast." He explained. "It's ma friends."
<Nitro> Halley, oblivious to the innkeeper's irritation and the young gun-toting girl's attention, continued to the door, intent on exiting and. Doing something. Perhaps searching out some entertainment!
<apatheticAssistant> *** "Okay then. Tell yer '/friend/' t'get '/their/' mutt under control."
<Nitro> Like hunting. He and his master used to go spelunking sometimes. That would be fun, even if Master wasn't with them at that time. He still had his companions.
<Nitro> His...odd companions, with their nonsense and their distractions.
<chthonianGunslinger> But You Were So Excited Before
<chthonianGunslinger> ...Did Something Happen
<apatheticAssistant> *** Droog, with a deep breath, proceeds to meditates-- but is interrupted abruptly by the store clerk's inquisition. "... are you just gonna stand in the doorway, or...?"
<chthonianGunslinger> Are You Feeling Uspet About Something
<chthonianGunslinger> Is That Why Your Mood Is Less Than Stellar
<chthonianGunslinger> you think everyones got a problem
<Nitro> [Nero]
<Nitro> [you do have a problem]
<Nitro> [8y]
<chthonianGunslinger> who are you, dr phil?
<chthonianGunslinger> [yes, yes he does]
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Will do!" He said before he dashed off toward the main room of the Inn to the board. "Hmmm, Only one job." he said and nodded, taking the piece of paper and walking back to his friends room. Well, Kanaya was his friend. He wasn't sure about Nero.
<apatheticAssistant> *** Doctor Phil knocks on the party's Inn room.
<Nitro> [hAHAHA]
-*- DiamondsDroog  sighs slightly and walks into the store. "Hello. I am here about the job."
<apatheticAssistant> [[:y]]
<chthonianGunslinger> Regardless Of Whether Or Not You Have A Problem
<chthonianGunslinger> Or If I Am Your Human Doctor Phill
<chthonianGunslinger> [Whoever That Is]
<apatheticAssistant> *** Kanaya how can you be Human Doctor Phil...
<apatheticAssistant> *** ... When he is already here?
<chthonianGunslinger> It Seems Youre Feeling Under The Weather Today
<chthonianGunslinger> ...
<Nitro> [touches Jasp's face]
<chthonianGunslinger> Would You Like To Talk About It
<Nitro> [Dr. Philglish]
<apatheticAssistant> [[He's the best at helping you through your real life problems uou]]
<Nitro> [Torn between letting Kanero finish their discussion and continuing on to find things to do.]
<Nitro> [Though it looks like they'll end up doing that job.]
<apatheticAssistant> *** "huh? oh, that." With an exasperated sigh, the store clerk reaches behind the counter to retrieve a small wooden crate, placing it just on the countertop in front of the dersite. "thing is, i'm not exactly the best at this whole alchemy bullshit. so, every once in a while, i stick what doesn't look good enough to sell in a box and send 'em over to sacarab
<apatheticAssistant> a."
<apatheticAssistant> *** "because haha i am /not/ keeping these things in here."
<apatheticAssistant> *** "if i even /think/ about lighting a match one of these things might go up in smoke."
<chthonianGunslinger> ...
<chthonianGunslinger> youre not lettin me off the hook, are ya
<chthonianGunslinger> youre gonna corner me in the closet until i weep to you all my darkest secrets
<chthonianGunslinger> It Seems You Are Catching On Quick Mister Redgrave
<chthonianGunslinger> I Might Just Dangle You Off The Window Instead
<chthonianGunslinger> golly gee, can i pick
<DiamondsDroog>  "So no smoking on this trip, I presume?'
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  returns to the room with a knock on the door before walking into the room. "I checked the board, this transport job was th' only one left.
<misguidedBlacksmith> "*
<chthonianGunslinger> Ocasionally Yes You May Pick
<Nitro> [> DD: Turn down job due to lack of smoking.]
<chthonianGunslinger> If Im Feeling Gracious That Is
<apatheticAssistant> *** "... Hey, you there. Lass. I'm gonna head back ta th'desk for a little while. If y'could help me out s'more, see if y'could find that room with th'commotion? If there's a body're two in there, I want t'get 'em out before they start t'rot. Here." Without even waiting for a response, the Inn keeper tossed over a Seaside Inn Key in a smooth motion.
<Nitro> [You can't live without your cigarettes.]
<chthonianGunslinger> Oh Hold On
<chthonianGunslinger> Um Hephus
<apatheticAssistant> *** "hey, do what you want. it's your fucking funeral-- but don't say i didn't warn you or nothing."
<chthonianGunslinger> Not To Be Rude But Can This Wait
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Oh, Uh, Sure..."
<Nitro> [> Hephus: Join emoting.]
<Nitro> [> Halley: Be a dog. Get no character development.]
-*- childJohn catches the key. "will do, captain!" she tried to sound like a pirate on a ship, but it just sounded silly.
<chthonianGunslinger> We Are In The Middle A Deep And Embroiling Discussion
<DiamondsDroog>  "I'll just smoke outside real quick then." He sighed and shook his head. This was going to be a long trip.
<apatheticAssistant> *** Meanwhile! Halley scours the streets of Seaside for quite some time. The occasional resident of the town pats the pleasant pooch on the head fondly as they pass, while the others simply scowl coldly at the runaway mutt. Probably has rabies.
<chthonianGunslinger> About
<chthonianGunslinger> ...
<chthonianGunslinger> Battle Tactics
<chthonianGunslinger> /action ...Really.
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Oh, I know a bit about tactics."
<Nitro> [fff Kanaya]
<Nitro> [worst liar]
<Nitro> [cutie babby]
<chthonianGunslinger> /action Is that the best you can do?
<chthonianGunslinger> /action ...Shit.
<chthonianGunslinger> Oh Uh
<chthonianGunslinger> But These Battle Tactics Are
<apatheticAssistant> *** ... Squint. "Yeah, thank ya lass." With that last retort and a gruff nod, the Inn keep returns to head down the hall and, once again, sit themselves behind the desk. Jade will find herself situated with several of the Inn's rooms to pick from, more than enough to count. But surely it can't be TOO much of a hassle, right?
<apatheticAssistant> *** /Riiight/.
<chthonianGunslinger> Uh
-*- DiamondsDroog  walks toward the door. "I'll be back." he said as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and leaves the shop so he can smoke.
<chthonianGunslinger> top secret
<chthonianGunslinger> cant have anyone else listenin in, or else itll ruin the plan
<chthonianGunslinger> this whole town might crack like an egg if word got out
<chthonianGunslinger> ydig?
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Oh." he sighed slightly. "I gotcha. Ya don' want me around, I ain't stupid." he said and walked toward the door. "I'll go get the package..."
<childJohn> A lot of the people looked at her funny when she opened the doors and said 'yoohoo', it couldn't be all that weird, a teenager like her opening the doors on people when they were doing stuff.
-*- childJohn it was totally not like some invasion of privacy or something.
<chthonianGunslinger> /action All that, and he hadn't even gotten out of bed yet. That's how it's done, baby. Years of practice hade made him a trained liar, avoiding suspicion of human and demons alike. It wasn't a talent, it was a survival tactic.
<apatheticAssistant> *** "yoohoo!"
<apatheticAssistant> *** "jeSUS CHRIST HI."
<apatheticAssistant> *** "yoohoo!"
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...That worked too, he guessed.
<apatheticAssistant> *** "oh my god im not the father i swear"
<apatheticAssistant> *** "yoohoo!"
-*- chthonianGunslinger Shit, now he had even more of a mess to clean up. God, this day hadn't even begun and it was already a crapshoot.
<apatheticAssistant> *** "Wanna buy some apples?"
<apatheticAssistant> *** It goes on like this for some time.
<-> apatheticAssistant is now known as Jaspersprite
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  dejected, he left the Inn and walked to the potion shop in order to pick up the package. "Hello?" He asked as he walked in. "I'm here about the job?"
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Sigh, she knew it would come to this. Hephus wasn't an idiot, he knew when he was unwanted.
-*- chthonianGunslinger But she also knew that Nero wouldn't give him the time of day, let alone his tightly gaurded secrets. But now, now she had even more dejected hearts to mend.
-*- chthonianGunslinger And today had been going along so well, too.
-*- chthonianGunslinger The ensuing silence had been damn near defeaning, until oneof them spoke.
<chthonianGunslinger> ...
<chthonianGunslinger> thanks
<chthonianGunslinger> It Was The Least I Could Do
<chthonianGunslinger> Though I Wish We Did It In A Less Coarse Manner
<chthonianGunslinger> But I Know How Much You Respect Your Privacy
<Nitro> Halley trotted down the street searchingly, clearly on a quest with a particular destination. He simply did not know where that destination was. The dog was intent, even when he received petting from passing people, on something. He went on like this for maybe even an entire hour! (dog time passes much more quickly than human time), before abruptly turning and entering a random building.
<Nitro> It...was time.
<chthonianGunslinger> ...you must really give a damn then, huh
<chthonianGunslinger> I Suppose You Could Say That Yes I Give A Damn
<chthonianGunslinger> All Of The Damns Nessecary
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-*- DiamondsDroog  is outside smoking a cigarette while he can.
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<chthonianGunslinger> When One Of My Teammates Is Perturbed I Will Give Every Single Damn Possible
<Jaspersprite> [[Internet why]]
<chthonianGunslinger> That Is How Much I Care
<chthonianGunslinger> ...
<Jaspersprite> [[Or more specifically Mibbit but s t i l l]]
<chthonianGunslinger> ...so you really wanna know, huh.
-*- childJohn only one room left, hopefully the people wouldn't just kinda scream at her and say really silly stuff like before. Sillier stuff than what she says, occasionally.
<Jaspersprite> [[Did my last posts get through :?]]
-*- childJohn but first she looks at the key to see if it has any value to it.
<DiamondsDroog> ((no))
-*- chthonianGunslinger He just barely lifts himself up from the bed, sheets still covering him like a bedcover yeti.
<chthonianGunslinger> ...it
<Jaspersprite> *** Seaside Inn Key: If there ever happens to be a door locked in this particular seedy in, this slightly tarnished piece of silver is just what you're looking for.
<chthonianGunslinger> it aint pretty
<Jaspersprite> [[Also inn]]
<chthonianGunslinger> Many Things Arent
<chthonianGunslinger> But That Doesnt Make It Any Less Important To Me
<childJohn> i think that it could use a slight shining, i love making things look shiny and stuff!
<Jaspersprite> *** "huh? oh-- tch, sorry to ruin your plans for the evening, and i appreciate the help and all, but someone came just now to pick up the package. i think he's outside right now, having a smoke so he doesn't blow something up to kingdom come."
<Jaspersprite> [[>Jade: Spend rest of adventure searching for shiny objects.]]
<Jaspersprite> [[jade oh my fuck what are you doing cant you see the giant fucking horrorterror abomination that we need to off]]
<Jaspersprite> [[but look what i found! i dont know what it is, but]]
<Jaspersprite> [[look how pretty it is :c]]
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Oh... Well, maybe we can help him, i'll ask him." He asked and walked out of the shop to the smoking man.
<childJohn> [Pfff--]
<misguidedBlacksmith> ((Damnit))
<misguidedBlacksmith> ((Wrong color))
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Excuse me, are ya th' guy who took the job?" he asked.
<DiamondsDroog>  "Yes... Something wrong with that?"
-*- chthonianGunslinger She slips herself on the bed, hands pressed taut in her lap.
<Jaspersprite> [[The session where everyone casually RPs with themselves]]
<Nitro> [lmao.]
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Oh, No. I was jus wonderin if my friends and I could join ya."
<Nitro> [Halley only wants to interact with the shopkeepers.]
<Jaspersprite> [[<u>]]
<misguidedBlacksmith> ((not like I have much of a choice.))
<Jaspersprite> [[Wait-- did I miss one of Halley's actions? o: And it's okay DD, I'm just kidding uvu]]
<chthonianGunslinger> [same]
<chthonianGunslinger> [alas]
<Nitro> [He entered a random shop -- I should probably look at the list of shops on the doc and pick one, but]
<Nitro> [the doc hates me]
<Jaspersprite> [[Pff]]
-*- DiamondsDroog  take's a long drag from his cigarette and nods. "Alright. As long as they don't get in my way." He explained. "I'm Diamonds Droog."
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Hephus!" he grinned. "My friends are in th' middle of some secret conversation so we will have to wait until they are done."
<chthonianGunslinger> ...fine
<chthonianGunslinger> but you dont tell a soul about this, ok?
<chthonianGunslinger> I Promise With Every Bit Of My Vascular System
<chthonianGunslinger> I Will Not Tell A Single Soul
-*- DiamondsDroog  puts out his cigarette and goes to MEDITATE.
<Jaspersprite> *** Halley finds themselves wandering into a particularly eerie back alley. Mice scitter away from the ivory canine as they approach, his stout shadow casting tall over the alley in question. A shady dealer leans against one of the dumpsters, idly smoking a cigarette.
<Jaspersprite> *** Want some drugs dog. 8y
<Nitro> [oMG JASP]
<Jaspersprite> *** Drogs.
<Nitro> [CORRUPTING HALLEY'S INNOCENCE]
<Nitro> [OH MY WORD]
<Nitro> [HAHA]
<Jaspersprite> [[8y]]
-*- chthonianGunslinger With those solemn words, he slowly started to pull down the sheets. Slowly, reluctantly, with all the movements of a man on death row. The frabic slipped off his arm, revealing his black wifebeater. His arms were bare, the red and blue scales glimmering just as boldly as always. But this time, something was different. Something hideous.
<Jaspersprite> *** Droog collects his thoughts for several moments. After a bit of this, he manages to successfully obtain a single comb.
-*- Nitro Hello old chap! I was simply wondering if you could point me in the direction of some adventure as my friends and i are quite the explorers. Perhaps youve encountered a cave full of bandits or vermin that we could clear out? Thered likely be some traps in any cave worth exploring too! Oh, and treasure!
<Nitro> That's what Halley would say, if Halley could talk.
<Nitro> As it was, he simply gazed up at the shady man and wagged his tail, ears pricked, head tilted.
<Nitro> Halley, you trust all the wrong people.
<Nitro> [belatedly proofreads Jake-style message]
<Nitro> [frowns at comma]
<Nitro> [frowns so hard]
<Jaspersprite> [[Pff]]
-*- chthonianGunslinger In the middle of his forearm, like some horrid gaping wound, the scales had split open like a bleeding gash. But instead of blood or bone, a omnious violet glow seeped from the gash. It was unnatural, twisted, warping everything around it. The scales started to melt, the growths twisting and warping underneath its influence. Spines started to grow around it, no doubt the result of the hardened skin cracking. It was li
-*- chthonianGunslinger She couldn't help it.
-*- chthonianGunslinger She gasped.
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  "Ya ready?" He asked.
<DiamondsDroog>  "Yes." he nodded and walked into the potion shop and walked over to the counter. "I'm ready. Where do I have to go?"
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<Jaspersprite> *** Oh, huh. A dog. With a bit of a huff, he puts out his cigarette against the dumpster's metal surface and tosses the butt to the ground, before reaching down to give the pooch a pat on the head. If he could speak dog, he probably wouldn't know much about that kind of thing anyway. Could always just do what every other adventurer does and wander around aiml
<Jaspersprite> essly in a forest or some shit, though.
<Nitro> Halley wagged his tail despite the lack of an answer, licking the man's stubble.
-*- chthonianGunslinger And he flinched, fully expecting her horror. It was how everyone reacted, wasn't it? Like a freakshow on parade. Only this time, it was deadly serious.
<Nitro> Ok that kinda tasted weird, he wasn't going to do that again.
<Nitro> Still, petting was nice, so he wagged his tail at the kindly alley-man.
<Nitro> Clearly, this man was someone to be trusted!
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Drat, she shouldn't have gasped. Now his feelings were hurt. He had finally broken out of his shell, revealing this horrible turn of events, and she had openly mocked him. She should be ashamed.
<Jaspersprite> *** "sacaraba, didn't i tell you? just head over to the potion store there and drop off the box. i'll hand you the cash when you get back, sound good?"
-*- chthonianGunslinger All she could do now was try to help, as much as she possibly could.
<DiamondsDroog>  "And where is Sacaraba?"
<Jaspersprite> *** "in the middle of the desert. what, you've never heard of it?" Squiiint.
<chthonianGunslinger> ...How Long Has This Been Going On
<DiamondsDroog>  "Nope." he said as he gathered up the box. "Which direction is it?" he asked.
<chthonianGunslinger> jesus, i dont know.
<chthonianGunslinger> it seemed just fine yesterday
<chthonianGunslinger> but last night, when i checked it.
<chthonianGunslinger> it split open like a busted melon
<Jaspersprite> *** "ugh, alright, listen close. head over to the path that leads down to the forest. once you actually *get* to the forest, just head through there and stop in a town called havre. when you're at havre, make your way to the bridge, head over it, and you'll be at the desert. once you're there, i'm sure you can find sacaraba real easy."
<chthonianGunslinger> Has It Ever Done This Before
<chthonianGunslinger> no!
<chthonianGunslinger> you think id give a damn if it did?
<chthonianGunslinger> ...Sorry
<Jaspersprite> *** It was certainly a man to be trusted alright, yeppers.
<Jaspersprite> *** "..."
<DiamondsDroog>  "Got it." He said and took the package. He walked out of the shop and toward Hephus.
<Jaspersprite> *** "wanna buy some drugs there pooch"
<Jaspersprite> *** His trust points are practically overflowing from wherever they're stored. He can literally not hold all of this trust.
<chthonianGunslinger> ...no, no its okay. you dont know how it works, nobody does.
<chthonianGunslinger> shit, if i knew why it did half of the shit it does, id...
<chthonianGunslinger> id...
<chthonianGunslinger> You Wouldnt Be In This Situation Right Now
<chthonianGunslinger> Scared And Confused
<misguidedBlacksmith>  "Ready?"
-*- DiamondsDroog  nods and walks with the other to the Inn.
-*- chthonianGunslinger She awkwardly reaches out to pat his back, sidling a little closer to him. The arm casts a deep violet glow across the walls, but she tries her best to ignore it. That thing didn't matter, and it never did. It was him that mattered right now, no one else.
<chthonianGunslinger> I Know It Must Be Terrifying
<chthonianGunslinger> Not Knowing What Itll Do Next
<chthonianGunslinger> And This Is Indeed Very Troubling
<chthonianGunslinger> But That Doesnt Make You Any Less Of A Person
<Jaspersprite> *** The two arrive at the Inn without the slightest problem or hassle-- save for the sparse, reasonless scowls from the occasional passerby.
<Jaspersprite> [[I also stop being distracted, hrk]]
-*- misguidedBlacksmith  Leads Droog up to their room and knocks on the door. "Hey, Are you guys done yet?"
<Nitro> Halley wagged his tail at the salesman! What a dude, offering his wares to a passing mutt. Halley, without examining the product, agreed to offer up some of his 4030 boonbucks to this gentleman. Surely he deserved it, making such a modest living on the streetside! He couldn't even afford a proper building for his business. What a shame. Hopefully, the canine's contribution would get him on his feet.
<Nitro> Yes, this man was so worth trusting!
-*- chthonianGunslinger Her words were basic, things that he'd already heard a thousand times before. That he was never less of a person, and that his mutation didn't mean shit in the grand scheme of things. That's what his father always told him, no matter what. But to hear it from someone else, when it had become even more grotesque than ever before, it...
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...It wasn't much, maybe. It would never fix his arm, and it would never solve his burning questions, but it was something. Someone could see past that hideous growth.
<Jaspersprite> [[>Shady Dealer: Take all boondollars. Give dog all drugs.]]
<chthonianGunslinger> ...i-
-*- chthonianGunslinger Oh god, who was that?
-*- chthonianGunslinger fUCK
<misguidedBlacksmith> ((Wow, it's almost 11pm. I'm going to bed.))
<chthonianGunslinger> [night, bro!]
<Jaspersprite> ***  Oh, sweet. With a curt nod, he accepts the payment of 500 Boondollars before tucking a bag of Illicit Substances into the pooch's inventory. Good dog. Best customer.
<Jaspersprite> *** Illicit Substances: Ideal for chasing the elusive purple dragon. Drugs of all kinds are in this bag, some that you've never even heard of before or can identify properly. Nobody can ever see these.
<Nitro> [> Halley: Get arRESTED.]
<Jaspersprite> [[Halley nO]]
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<Jaspersprite> [[Hi, Non ouo]]
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> <3)
-*- chthonianGunslinger Shh, it was just the wind. uou
<Jaspersprite> *** The wind knocks on the door again. Sheesh, what is *with* these people? Are they deaf? Hmph!
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> what door exactly)
<Jaspersprite> [[The Inn room's door. uou]]
<Nitro> [> Gamzee: Awaken.]
<chthonianGunslinger> ...
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty From beneath one of the beds a be-fro'd head emerges and looks around, blinking lint and other underbed flotsam out of its eyes.
<chthonianGunslinger> i know im still me
<chthonianGunslinger> im always still me
<chthonianGunslinger> but-
<chthonianGunslinger> /action Oh, Gamzee. Shit.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty It is followed by a tie-dye shirted torso and pelvis, baggy drawers clinging for dear life to his hips as he squirms like a snake towards the door and flops onto his back.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty He reaches up and turns the handle, tapping it open. Creeeeeak.
<chthonianGunslinger> Oh
<chthonianGunslinger> Um
<chthonianGunslinger> Hello Gamzee
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty "Hey, girl," he answers from the floor.
<Jaspersprite> *** A gust of wind blows through the door as it's opened. Not a single other soul remains behind it. /Ominous/.
-*- chthonianGunslinger This was horribly awkward, indeed. But Gamzee wasn't one to judge, was he? Not even the monster back home ever lifted a judging hand. Plus, the two were close. Perhaps he could even help with this connundrum?
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty He squints somberly out into the hallway. Hey, hallway. What it do?
<Jaspersprite> *** Nothin' much. Just being a hall. You know how it is.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Damn, /do/ I know how it is?
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty 'Cause like, bein' a hallway, your ass is like a /passage/. From one place, to another.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Lettin' motherfuckers travel through and all that. Have I done that to a motherfucker before?
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty I guess I helped to kill that dragon. Made that motherfucker go to the other side. Wasn't like, /through/ me, though. Or /was/ it? /Damn/.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Maybe it's more of a spiritual journey than like, a physical one. I guess I helped some motherfuckers reach some wicked knowledge about theyselves.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty New state of bein', through me. That's beautiful.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Yeah I guess I /do/ know how it is, hallway.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...He was oblivious, like always. Just doing how he does, staring into space like it was the most beautiful thing. Amazingly, he hadn't noticed the grotesque thing on his arm.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Or maybe he did, and he just didn't care. Gamzee was always like that, marveling at the strange. Because everything was beautiful to him, even Nero.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Deep thoughts are had by all reclining teens.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty "Whazzup, motherfuckers?" inquires the floorclown at length.
<chthonianGunslinger> Uh...
<chthonianGunslinger> Were Having Something Of A Situation
<chthonianGunslinger> An Unfortunate Situation You Could Say
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Well, shit. Lay it on me, girl.
<chthonianGunslinger> ...you cant see this?
<chthonianGunslinger> this hideous thing?
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty He sits up and idly picks dustbunnies out of his hair as he turns his head to regard his two bros.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Hahaha, whoa, it turned purple?
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty He rises to his knees to toddle over to wherever Kanaya and Nero are, presumably sitting on a bed.
-*- chthonianGunslinger He wants to hide it, but it's already too late. His friend, his best bro, had already seen the whole thing. The broken gash, spilling violet light like a fog machine.
<chthonianGunslinger> ...Were Not Sure Why Its Acting This Way
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Daaaaaamn, son.
<chthonianGunslinger> it doesnt act
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Does it hurt?
<chthonianGunslinger> its just a thing
<chthonianGunslinger> ...no. least, i dont think so. i cant feel a thing with these goddamn scales.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Looks like you grew some new ones, too. Spiky as shit.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee takes Nero's scaly hand and uses it to turn his arm, getting all the angles on that bitch.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> You know what happened to make it be all like that? Like a spider bite or someshit?
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> My dealer, one time, he got bit by a brown recluse? Shit looked just like that, only not all glowy and purple, just a hole.
<chthonianGunslinger> That Is The Most Vexing Part
<chthonianGunslinger> We Dont Know Why Its Changing Like This
<chthonianGunslinger> dont remind me
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Fuuuck.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty i mean
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Fuuuuck.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Maybe, like, think back over what you did the past couple days. We ain't fought nothing, I don't think.
<chthonianGunslinger> we havent fought shit gamzee
<chthonianGunslinger> we havent dont anythin at all
<Nitro> Halley, unscrupulous deed complete, bounded out of the alley away from the salesman, and up the road. It was time to continue his search for a place to explore.
<chthonianGunslinger> its just
<chthonianGunslinger> its just
<chthonianGunslinger> fuck
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> It'll be aight, bro. Maybe it's just, like. What happens next with your motherfuckin' arm.
-*- chthonianGunslinger He's never known why it's done anything, except that it's only ever spited him. As if his very arm was trying to fuck him over. It'd keep going on, regardless of anything. Nothing would stop it, nothing would cure. Maybe his entire body would split open into sores. Maybe this was just the very beginning. Maybe he was doomed from the very start.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Nero's scalehand gets a reassuring squeeze.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Maybe it'll glow like that all over. That'd be cool as fuck.
<chthonianGunslinger> Were Not Sure What Its Going To Do Next
<chthonianGunslinger> But Its Better To Hope For The Best
<chthonianGunslinger> Then To Sit Here And Wait
<chthonianGunslinger> Paralyzed By The Unknown
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Damn right, girl.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> You never know when you gonna motherfuckin' go, anyway. Nobody does. That arm ain't own you, motherfucker.
<Nitro> Halley, after some deliberation, entered into another building, slipping by someone who was stumbling unsteadily out. Halley entered the BOOTLEG TAVERN, though he didn't really know it.
<Nitro> He just knew that it smelled kind of like the Nice Pink Lady, who was nice. And pink. Maybe she was in there! Or maybe these people were her friends and maybe they knew where he could take his companions exploring.
<Nitro> Who could tell!
<chthonianGunslinger> ...no, youre right.
<chthonianGunslinger> im gonna sit here an wait to die
<chthonianGunslinger> or turn into some bloodsuckin droolin freak
<chthonianGunslinger> whatever the fuckin case is, i know who did this
<chthonianGunslinger> Yes Thats-
<chthonianGunslinger> Wait
<chthonianGunslinger> You Do
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> I think that was, like. The motherfuckin' opposite of what we were up and sayin.
<Nitro> [Nero, cease your obstinate ways.]
<chthonianGunslinger> it wasnt actin up like this, not until we learned about that goddamn slimeball
<chthonianGunslinger> its presence must be fuckin up my arm, somehow
<chthonianGunslinger> Thats
<chthonianGunslinger> Thats Not What We-
<chthonianGunslinger> well, it can take those tentacles an shove them up its nonexistant ass.
<chthonianGunslinger> im not lettin it turn me into some kind of salty seaspawn
<chthonianGunslinger> But-
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Well, it's probably got /some/ kinda ass.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee scratches his head thoughtfully.
<Jaspersprite> *** Halley did, in fact, arrive soon in the Bootleg Tavern. Gentlefolk and degenerates alike fill the bar to the very seams, their idle conversations sounding loud throughout the establishment. Newcomers head in and go out, while some of the regulars are still seated in their usual places. The dersite barkeep stands behind the counter, polishing a recently us
<Jaspersprite> ed glass idly.
-*- chthonianGunslinger He pushes himself off the bed, snatching up the bandages on the bedside table. In one fluid motion, the abomination was wrapped up tightly in its black wrapping. Not even bothering with the vest, he pulled his coat off the bed and whipped it over him. "if its want to play this game, fine."
<chthonianGunslinger> but im not goin down without a fight. there must be somethin about this bullshit influence in one of those dusty tomes.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Who knows, maybe he could even find something about the arm itself. Somewhere deep down in those dark tales, whispering only the most forbidden knowledge.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Oh shit, maybe.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Wouldn't that be something.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee pops to his feet, ready to follow.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> What you gon' do, Kansis?
<chthonianGunslinger> I...
<chthonianGunslinger> I Suppose I Could Help
<chthonianGunslinger> Its Probably No Coincidence That Your Arm Started To Act Up In Its Presence
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Shit, I mean, maybe he's allergic.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> To somethin'.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> It could be any motherfuckin' thing or no motherfuckin' thing, girl. It's all up in the air.
<childJohn> [Whoa, it's so close to midnight, night guys!]
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> ni)
<Jaspersprite> [[Pff, night cJ. Hope you enjoyed yourself. uvu]]
<childJohn> [I did c:.]
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...But why did she get the sinking feeling that he truly hadn't listened, when the notion wriggled into his brain? That look...it was a look of drilling intensity.
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<chthonianGunslinger> i doubt it
<chthonianGunslinger> no one knows what this thing is
<chthonianGunslinger> we went to every single expect in the goddamn country, an they didnt know a thing
<Nitro> Halley immediately noticed the very big, important-looking man behind the bar. Maybe he knew where the adventure was! The canine approached the counter behind which the man stood and placed his front paws on one of the stools beside it.
<chthonianGunslinger> but hell, who knows
<chthonianGunslinger> maybe well get some kind of clue
<Nitro> He stared intently at the man, as if expecting an answer to the unasked question: do you know where the adventure is, mister?
<chthonianGunslinger> maybe fluthilu just likes to fuck around with people who dare challenge it
<chthonianGunslinger> senough of a douchebag to try it
<chthonianGunslinger> but one things for certain, im not goin down without a fight
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> We ain't ever thought otherwise, little brother.
<chthonianGunslinger> /action And off he goes, a boy on a mission. Down the steps, out the door, as if no one was ever there. Because now he's got the notion, that impossible notion. Maybe he could find something about it. Somewhere in the place he dare not ever tread. You could go mad, reading books like that. There was a reason the old man kept the oldest and darkest books locked up. But today had been a wake-up call, one that he wouldn't
<chthonianGunslinger> ignore. Something needed to be done. And here was his one chance to cure it, or even understand it, in a place where everything united.
- {Day changed to Sat Jul 14 00:00:00 2012}
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee follows, hoping that none of the books grab his face this time.
-*- chthonianGunslinger The drinker decided she had no choice but to follow, if only to look out for the boy. She certainly wasn't going to stop him, no. He had a point, after all, and...and she wasn't sure he'd listen to her anwyay. Not with that look on his face.
<Jaspersprite> [[Whoa whoops hi sorry I'm here x:]]
<Nitro> [uvu It's a'ight.]
<Nitro> [Halley went up to the barkeep and "asked" where the adventuring is, and Kanero and Gamzee are going to the library.]
<Jaspersprite> *** ... The barkeep wonders if he ought to kick this dog out or not, in all honesty. People really need to learn how to speak dog in this town. Really, there just has to be a way to, and not doing so is just downright insensitive. If only people spent a bit more time *reading* about it.
<-> chthonianGunslinger is now known as Kanero
<Kanero> [8y]
<Jaspersprite> *** As for the other three party members, they arrive just at the Seaside Library, which is brimming with all sorts of literature-- but almost never the type that you're looking for, strangely enough. At least sixty percent of the books in here are for children, but hey! Sometimes you get lucky. Sometimes.
-*- Kanero And if he didn't get lucky, he'd keep on looking. He'd look and look, until he found the answer to his eternal connundrum. Or at the very least, a sign. Even a sign would do, to quell that shaking fear in his heart. The terror that whispered his eventual doom. Maybe in death, maybe as a monster.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee is cool with this fact, as it transforms the shelves into a riot of color and creative titles. He grabs one at random. He is helping.
-*- Kanero And he'd do anything to quell that terror, even go to the darkest of depths to silence it.
-*- Kanero She didn't mind the silly selection, thank you very much. It made things interesting, as far as she was concerned. She'd help with the search for more information, of course, but not until she found another trashy romance to call her own. Her reading selection was getting quite...slim.
<Nitro> Halley tilted his head at the barkeep, confused. Why didn't the man answer? So weird, these humans. C'mon, bro, help a dog out. The canine was just tryin' to find a little exploring to do.
-*- Kanero Though frankly, it wasn't the arm she was worried about. Not even Fluthulu, though she knew she probably should be. Arms didn't have feelings, and neither did Fluthulu. Even if it did have feelings, they weren't the kind she could console.
-*- Kanero But little boys...little boys were full of feelings. Feelings that might get them hurt.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee and Kanaya, surrogate parents extraordinaire.
<Jaspersprite> *** Gamzee would quickly find this classic in particular in his hands-- http://www.coverbrowser.com/image/classic-childrens-books/2-1.jpg
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Hahaha, hey motherfucker, I remember you.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> D. Seuss' rhymes are the motherfuckin' illest.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee begins to read that shit, bumping gently into shelves as he walks along after Nero.
<Jaspersprite> *** Gamzee immediately begins to read that book, scouring for knowledge in every cranny and nook. In hardly any time at all he will see, that he has learned a new recipe!
<Jaspersprite> *** (1) Curtain Rod + (4) [Key] = Staff of Jingling
<Jaspersprite> *** Particularly useful for distracting cats and creatures of a feline nature. That's.
<Jaspersprite> *** Helpfulish.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Shit, did I just invent a new instrument?
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Hell yes.
<Jaspersprite> *** The bartender continues to just stare at the white-furred mutt questioningly. Hhhhuh. If he could speak the animalistic tongues, he would, but sadly, the canine race was misunderstood in several senses-- the lack of communication being one of them. So, oh so sad indeed.
<Jaspersprite> *** ... Hey
<Jaspersprite> *** Hey dog
<Jaspersprite> *** Wanna buy some alCOHOL
<Jaspersprite> *** You want some booze to go with them drugs
<Nitro> Halley tilted his head at the man. Hmmmmm. Well, his establishment seemed in need of cleaning up...
<Nitro> But he should probably go find his companions and then give up on this useless quest to ask for direction from the silly humans. They didn't understand anything.
<Nitro> He could just lead his people around until they found something.
<Nitro> Yeah, he'd do that. They followed pretty well if he didn't pause and let them get distracted.
<Nitro> He should really work on training them a bit better.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty =>Halley: Herd the children.
-*- Nitro He'll nip at their heels 'til they learn. B[ They'll get it eventually.
-*- Nitro ...Eventually.
<Jaspersprite> [[Pff]]
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty eventuallyyyy
<Jaspersprite> [[Oh-- hrk, did Nero and Kanaya start looking for books]]
<Kanero> [yus]
<Jaspersprite> [[Ssssorry cG x:']]
<Kanero> [we're cool, bro]
<Kanero> [kanaya's looking for the trashiest of romance novels, preferably involving a paranormal nature]
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> don't forget about that one coloring book)
<Kanero> [[god, wait until she meets dante. swoooon.]]
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> u kno the one)
<Jaspersprite> [[>Kanaya: Find Twilight]]
<Kanero> [and nero is looking to sell his soul]
<Kanero> [to colored vaginas]
<Jaspersprite> [[Nero no]]
<Nitro> [Nero and Rose need to have a discussion.]
<Kanero> [nero no]
<Kanero> [the old ones can't cure your arm]
<Kanero> [they just think your soul is extra spicy]
<Jaspersprite> *** Kanaya will, as well, find her glowing mitts on a book of a particularly romantic book-- whether or not it's of a paranormal nature is up for debate, but just... look at it. How could you say no? http://netdna.copyblogger.com/images/romance-novel.jpg
-*- Kanero Oh, this...this she could definitely enjoy. A cold hearted sniper, born and raised to feel nothing but apathy. A determined woman, daring to break through his icy exterior. Together, they learned the true meaning of love.
-*- Kanero Swooon.
<Jaspersprite> *** As for Nero... it's up for debate if it counts as lucking out or not, but for him, it certainly is. http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1328835459l/10835170.jpg
-*- Kanero Needless to say, she started to read it ravenously.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Having finished reading his child's book like a big boy, Gamzee fingerwalks his hand down the spines of one particularly colorful shelf, looking for another title.
-*- Kanero Oh, he's got your number now. It didn't matter how many books he had to tore through, he'd figured out your game. It wasn't much, but it was a start. He plumped that bad boy onto the table, pouring over its contents.
<Kanero> [it's a start]
<Kanero> [oh baby, baby]
<Jaspersprite> *** Kanaya immediately scours the romantic literature like she's on a time limit. Soon enough, the absorbed knowledge inspires whole knew spells in the glowing gal's think pan. She learns a brand new spell; Heartbreak.
<Jaspersprite> *** Heartbreak: A spell that can certainly be devastating-- despite it causing the opponent much physical pain at all. Casting it can cause the enemy to be sent into a nigh traumatizing fit of depression. Can be used once every two hours. 30% chance of success.
<Kanero> [kanaya that's the opposite of helping]
<Kanero> [whAT IS WRONG WITH YOU KIDS]
<Jaspersprite> *** Nero, as well, begins to skim through their rather dark literature. Words and phrases that he has never once heard of before litter each page liberally, making it a rather difficult piece to read. However, the effort that the part demon puts in does not go unrewarded as he soon manages to learn a new recipe.
<Jaspersprite> *** (1) Fluthlu's Tentacle + (2) Faux Diamond + (4) Scrap Metal + (1) [Sword] + (1) [Cracked Gem] = Sabre of the Furthest Ring
<Kanero> [i wonder what happens if you stick all that onto a motor sword]
<Jaspersprite> [[Sssorry I'm taking so long, kind of getting distracted y8]]
<Jaspersprite> [[Pffffffffffff]]
<Jaspersprite> [[You don't]]
<Jaspersprite> [[Want to find out .o.]]
<Kanero> [or do i]
<Nitro> Halley, having wandered for a sufficiently long time by his roleplayer's judgment, finally caught the scent of his companions! He'd left the bar and been wandering in hopes of finding them, and it seemed he finally had. Excellent. Now they could all go on an adventure together! He entered the library without much hesitation and roamed for his companions. Of course, the clown was the one he found first. He wagged his tail in greeting!
-*- Kanero ...Chopping off its tentacle would give him one hell of a sword, would it? And he could damn near find all the rest of the materials, save for that gem. But really, how hard could finding that be? It was the least that thing could do, after all the chaos its wrought. Even if it hadn't warped his arm, it was going to pay very dearly for its crimes.
<Nitro> [I wonder what happens]
<Nitro> [if you put all of that on a chainsaw]
<Jaspersprite> [[8o]]
<Nitro> [Disemboweller of the Furthest Ring]
<Jaspersprite> *** Oh also cough yes Gamzee finds a tome-- how about this one, by chance? Yes, of course. It seems more than ridiculous enough to be deemed worthy by this library. http://www.magazine13.com/img/alphawolf/03-2010/politically-correct-children-books/pc-children-books_05.jpg
<Jaspersprite> *** Plus, who doesn't love /cooking/ with /Pooh/.
-*- Kanero But he hadn't learned a damned thing about it, something that rattled him to no end. Clearly, he wasn't searching hard enough. He'd have to double his efforts.
-*- Kanero good god, he's turning into my brother. what did you kids do?
-*- Kanero She didn't do anything, mysterious fourth wall. She was trying her best to help, even if she was getting distracted by...more carnal pursuits. Perhaps she could try and search a little harder...
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee doesn't know what the motherfuck they've /been/ doing, but he knows what he is /going/ to do, and that's read all about cooking with Pooh-bear.
-*- Kanero Or, maybe she could search for some more raunchy novels. Yessss.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty That motherfucker is a /raincloud/. That shit is deep.
<Jaspersprite> *** Gamzee begins to scour the tome for knowledge, despite the eager canine wagging their tail like no tomorrow. After some time, he learns a particularly unique skill: Eat.
<Jaspersprite> *** Eat: Can be used once every ten hours.
-*- Jaspersprite should also stop]]
-*- Jaspersprite getting distracted though]]
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Eating? Shit, he ain't done that in like. A month.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Oh, hey dogbro.
<Jaspersprite> *** Kanaya, after searching the shelves thoroughly once more, comes across something entirely helpful to the part demon preteen.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty He drops to his knees and opens his arms for a hug.
<Jaspersprite> *** ... Ahah no. http://www.mspaintadventures.com/storyfiles/hs2/04709.gif
-*- Kanero Oh yes, this couldn't possibly be more helpful. This was the most helpful thing on existence. And no, it didn't make her snicker with fond memories. Memories of badly drawn dicks and cape fights. That would be just silly.
-*- Kanero But maybe she'd just read it over again, just for the memories. He wouldn't mind, would he?
-*- Kanero ...The hell is she snickering about?
-*- Kanero Oh, nothing!
-*- Kanero ...Alrighty then.
<Jaspersprite> *** Meanwhile, Nero *DOUBLES* his *EFFORTS*. Though, the tome doesn't quite provide much-- only leads that abruptly end before they have a chance to begin, and confusing terms that not the most practiced of translators could decipher. However, after some reading, he successfully manages to learn more of the grimdark arts. It's... unnerving in every sense of t
<Jaspersprite> he word, that much is clear. If someone is ever so unlucky as to come into contact with the most powerful of dark influences, they would find that every day life would never quite be the same, as even the least of emotional troubles would slowly but surely push them into an unforgetable state.
<Jaspersprite> *** In other words, Nero. He'd.
<Jaspersprite> *** He'd be screwed.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Damn, Nero, you gonna kill all our asses.
<Jaspersprite> *** Kanaya gives the book a once over, reading through the... insightful literature. It doesn't teach her more than what she already knows about Alternian culture, but it still manages to teach her a /few/ things.
<Jaspersprite> *** ... Ahah okay no, no it doesn't at all, but it manages to give her a good laugh. She can already feel her SNARKINESS getting a boost from it! However, that's not *quite* something that you can keep track of feasibly. Not yet, at least.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee hugs a dog. It's nice.
-*- Kanero Unnerving didn't even begin to describe it. It gave his heart even more of a jolt, one that washed away any fear that his arm gave him. Now, the realization was starting to sink; he wasn't going to fight any garden variety monster, he was going to fight a full fledged Old One. The kind of abominations that left a mark of terror on a man, one that slowly drove him to the depths of despair. It was the kind of thing his father hope
-*- Kanero Did he really think those abominable things would give him a way to heal his arm? Had he been that terrified to risk his life, so filled with vengeance that he'd risk his sanity?
-*- Kanero His father would be ashamed.
-*- Kanero His grandfather would be ashamed, wherever that old bastard was.
-*- Kanero And frankly, it scared him. It scared him more than he knew. He was still filled with anger, wanting some kind of justice for everything it had done. Against all those people, and now personally to him. But...
-*- Kanero But...
-*- Kanero ...He needed to stop thinking about it. For an hour, a day, he didn't know. But he wasn't going to find the answers like this. Slamming the bookends together in disgust, he pushed the tome back onto the shelf.
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-*- Kanero whups
<Jaspersprite> [[Hm, it'd probably be a good idea to cut the session to a close for now in that case--]]
<Jaspersprite> [[Nevermind--]]]
<Jaspersprite> [[<u>]]
-*- Kanero okay kids, word time with iblis is over
-*- Kanero you can come out now uou
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty breaches the surface of the word ocean
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty GAAASP
-*- Jaspersprite has drowned
-*- Jaspersprite Iblis y wood u do dis
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty *titanic theme*
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee, arms full of dog, tromps over to Nero's despair corner. "You done for today, bro?"
-*- Kanero Oh, how this brought back memories. None of them very heartwrenching mind you, but it gave her a good laugh. And in the end, that's all she needed. With a chuckle, she slipped the fabulous novel back into its shelf. 'Till another time, you lovely story you.
<Kanero> yeah, i...
<Kanero> i think im good
-*- Kanero He looks every bit as distracted as he sounds, blinking at seemingly nothing. Dully, he realized that was probably a reason why the old man never read all those forbidden tomes all at once. It did stranger things to a man, stranger things to a demon.
-*- Kanero To say nothing about his sudden revelation. How was he supposed to tell them that they might all go slowly insane, all because he demanded bloodshed for some dumb blob monster?
-*- Kanero His friends could die, all because of him. Again.
<Kanero> ...Are You Positive
<Kanero> You Seem To Be Somewhat Out Of It
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Motherfuckin' books do that to a brother.
<Kanero> Maybe To You Gamzee
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> 'Specially bigass ones like that, with words like motherfuckin' aloquacious and nophostrosophy to buzz around in your nug.
<Kanero> jesus guys, dont worry about me. those kind of tomes just take a shitton out of you, thats all.
<Kanero> slike readin every horror novel at once
<Kanero> That Certainly Would Be Quite An Experience
<Kanero> Did You Find What You Were Looking For
<Kanero> no, not really. do you know how hard it is to read that junk?
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Heeeelll naw.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Don't ever up and intend to, either.
<Kanero> nothin wrong with readin nothin but dr seuss books
<Kanero> he was one cool dude
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Damn right, brother.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> The coolinest broseph what ever wrote noteseph.
<Kanero> what about you, miss bustier buster
<Kanero> What Ever Could You Mean
<Kanero> nothin
<Kanero> nothin at all
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Bustier buster's a fuckin' awesome name for a thing.
<Kanero> i bet all those trashy romance novels taught you all everythin you need to know bout blobby sea monsters
<Kanero> Ahahaha
<Kanero> I
<Kanero> May Have Gotten Distracted
<Kanero> an i dont blame ya for it
<Kanero> readin that bunk is like taking five calculus tests at once
<Kanero> you didnt miss shit, anyway
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Kansis up and learned about some blobby /somethin'/ alright.
<Kanero> Thats Good To Know Although That Is Somewhat Disapoinhahaha
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Damn is blobby not a good word for what I just said.
<Kanero> pfffhahaha
<Kanero> never change, gamz, never change.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> S'pecially along with 'sea monster'.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> What the motherfuck would even be a sea monster?
<Jaspersprite> *** Wherever Nic Cage is, he gains the abrupt inspiration for a new love novel: Monster of the Passionate Sea.
<Kanero> i dunno, things like the loch ness
<Kanero> turns out that thing is a hoax, by the way
<Kanero> man, was i disappointed
<Kanero> Excuse Me For Asking But What Is Exactly Is A 'Loch Ness'
<Kanero> its
<Kanero> uh
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> A Loch's a bigass lake, and Ness is a nickname they gave that motherfuckin' lake. Shit's in, like, I don't know.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Scotland.
<Kanero> its a finbeast, but with a long neck and teeth thatll cut you in two
<Kanero> also yeah, a lake
<Kanero> but who gives a fuck about that
<Kanero> everyone comes to the lake to see the damn thing
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee waves his hand not currently holding a dog like a football vaguely.
<Kanero> Wait Is It A Finbeast Or A Lake
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> It's a dinosaur /in/ a lake, girl.
<Kanero> no, no
<Kanero> the finbeast is in the laker
<Kanero> Ahhh
<Kanero> Gotcha
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Got a picture of it, lookin' all like a bigass littlefoot all floatin' in the water.
<Kanero> But Why Is It A Hoax
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Shit, I bed he'd come out if they gave that little motherfucker a tree star.
<Kanero> somebody took a picture of a log one day
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> *bet)
<Jaspersprite> *** The agenda for things that the party stone cold does not give a fuck about grows slightly, now both pertaining the Ball that will never occur along with lakes. What are the chances that the party will come across either of those, seriously.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> if the ball is fancy dress, kanaya gives a searing hot fuck about that ball)
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> that ball will be walking funny for days)
<Jaspersprite> *** It is a CASUAL FRIDAY BALL.
<Kanero> and everyone went nuts over it, thinkin it was some kind of monster
<Kanero> [Casual Friday Ball]
<Kanero> [Ill Have No Business Pertaining To This]
<Jaspersprite> [[Pffff]]
<Kanero> apparently, it was a toy submarine
<Kanero> thats your loch ness, right there
<Kanero> logs an toy submarines
<Kanero> ...And People Fell For This Subarmine
<Kanero> people will fall for anythin, if they want to believe
<Kanero> you give em a ball of dust, and theyll swear up an down that its a poltergeist on the loose
<Kanero> or an alien
<Kanero> or some mystical god like bein, showin them the path to righteousness
<Kanero> you never know with that new age brouhaha
<Kanero> But What About The Off Chance That It Is One Of Those Things
<Kanero> Or Perhaps All Of Those Things
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee watches the two philosophize, a glimmer in his redshot eye. He is pride, children.
<Kanero> maybe it is, you cant disprove it. no one can sit that ball of dust down an ask it 'hey asshole, what are you'
<Kanero> but sometimes, a cigar is just a cigar. an a ball of dust?
<Kanero> its just dust
<Kanero> Yes That Is True
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> But all that dust, bro, what is it?
<Kanero> But What If Its All Based On That Persons Perception
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Probably some hair from somebody, some skin from somebody else, some dirt what once was a rock what once was motherfuckin' lava.
<Kanero> If They Want An Apparition Of A Spiritly Nature
<Kanero> That Ball Of Dust Will Be That Ghost
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> All that shit comin' together by chance, one in a million.
<Kanero> thats
<Kanero> thats exactly what i was tryin to say
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Even if it is just motherfuckin' dust, it's a thing of wonder.
<Kanero> they want a ghost, so it is a ghost. even if its really just dust.
<Kanero> but hell, gamzees right. that ball of dust is pretty fuckin amazin.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Fuck, we need a smoke, y'all.
<Kanero> why cant you just appreciate the dust.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Hell /yes/, bro, that is all I am /sayin/.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Life is a beautiful motherfuckin' thing.
<Kanero> Im Just A Little Bit Surprised I Supposed
<Kanero> Id Think That A Son Of A Day Hunter Would Be Less...
<Kanero> ...Skeptical.
<Kanero> youve gotta be skeptical, when your ass is on the line.
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<Kanero> gotta know whats real, an whats total bunk.
<Kanero> nobodys gonna hire a paranormal detective that doesnt know their shit
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Bunk's as real as real sometimes, too.
<Kanero> so you either gotta fake it, or learn it for real
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<Kanero> if you believe enough in it, bunk can be real. thats why astrologists arent out of a job, an you see all those goofy ghost hunters runnin round with their video cams.
<Kanero> but hes tryin to run a repsectble business here.
<Kanero> hell, he even turns down jobs that are obviously fake. tells em right off the bat theres nothin there.
<Kanero> cuz
<Kanero> i dunno, he has honor issues or somethin. or maybe he just hates money.
<Kanero> I Suppose The Question Is Whether Or Not Hes Truly Respectable Then
<Kanero> Is He
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Ain't no harm in lettin' non-dangeous spooky shit be.
<Kanero> do you count sweaty geeks campin outside our house as respectable
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Lets there be a little more wonder in the motherfuckin' world.
<Kanero> Um
<Kanero> then yes
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Hahahaha, what?
<Kanero> yes, were fuckin famous
<Kanero> among the circles of spooky freaks an geeks, he is a legend
<Kanero> and im either the anti-christ, a reptilian, or a clone
<Kanero> i dont even know anymore
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Damn, why can't you just be you?
<Kanero> hell, i dunno. maybe they cant get over the fact that hes raisin a kid.
<Kanero> there must be somethin mystical about it.
<Kanero> Have You Ever Set The Record Straight So To Speak
<Kanero> meh
<Kanero> i just ignore em
<Kanero> they make gettin to the bus a bitch
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> They mess with you, bro?
<Kanero> mostly they just ask some seriously screwy questions
<Kanero> like
<Kanero> "whos your mom"
<Kanero> "is she an extraterriestial"
<Kanero> "do you even have a mom"
<Kanero> "do you have esp"
<Kanero> blah blah blah
<Kanero> i just give em a cold shoulder
<Kanero> sometimes though, they start gettin grabby hands
<Kanero> shits creepy, man
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Damn.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> That shit ain't right to ask any motherfucker, much less one you ain't even know.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> And after that you got to get on the motherfuckin' schoolbus to motherfuckin' school. Talk about addin' insult to injury.
<Kanero> eh
<Kanero> everyone knows what my dad does, even if they dont admit it
<Kanero> sometimes i get flack for his goofy job
<Kanero> but some people think its the bees knees. better than havin an accountant for a dad.
<Kanero> plus, hes...
<Kanero> ...hes not like those screwballsd, yknow? hes too chill to be a mental case.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Think those motherfuckers would let you be if he told 'em to?
<Kanero> tried it
<Kanero> they just were in denial, or have somethin to hide
<Kanero> an that makes them even more curious
<Kanero> theyve got no sense of personal space, bro
<Kanero> they will call us in the middle of the night for a radio interview
<Kanero> doesnt matter what theyre doin, theyve got to have the legendary mr redgrave on the line.
<Kanero> they cant believe that hed be doin somethin like, oh i dunno, sleepin
<Kanero> or maybe even out on a date. now isnt that an incredible thought, a guy with a social life.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Shiiiit.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Bein' famous sucks motherfuckin' chode.
<Kanero> Admittedly Its Not At All How I Imagined A Day Hunters Life Being
<Kanero> I Imagined A More Fanciful Existence Living In The Shadows And Stalking Dangerous Creatures That Lurk In The Burning Sunlight
<Kanero> Or Whatever The Human Equivalent Of That Would Be
<Kanero> Knowing That It Involves Sweaty And Unsavory Fans Calling You On The Most Inconvenient Times Is...
<Kanero> ...Disheartening
<Kanero> To Say The Least
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Shit's lame as fuck, is what it is.
<Kanero> thats just the image he wants you to have
<Kanero> an he does a pretty damn good job holdin it
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> That's the image that, like, makes those greasy motherfuckers come bother little bro in the first place.
<Kanero> personally, i think they want to be him.
<Kanero> everyone else sees them as loonies and quacks with too much time on their hands
<Kanero> not him
<Kanero> people respect him
<Kanero> so maybe if they rub their fat fingers all over him, they can be a badass motherfucker too.
<Kanero> except, yknow, the fact thats not how reality works. you fuckin idiots.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> I dunno, little brother.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee reaches out and gives Nero a noogie.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Startin' to feel pretty badass over here.
-*- Kanero That head is throughly noogied, the demi-demon wriggling in Gamzee's gorilla arms.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Shit I could just go for all /kinds/ of huntin' some supernatural motherfuckers.
<Kanero> Going To Take Up The Mantle Are You Gamzee
-*- Kanero She's chuckling like a loon, and doesn't care one bit. Pffhehehe.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Hell yes, I am feelin' the motherfuckin' /call/.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Got to make me some badass swords and shit first, though.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> I think I'ma make one with rims on it.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty>  /Spinners/.
<Kanero> youll have the most fly sword of them all
<Kanero> hope you dont mind if someone asks you if youre part bigfoot
<Kanero> you certainly look the part
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> I been called all kinds of shit, brother. Ain't be the first time I been called a motherfuckin' sasquatch.
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty He finally relents. Nero's poor hair.
<Kanero> theyll take your picture an spread it all over the internet
-*- Kanero That hair has been mussed so badly, it might as well've been shocked by lightning. Jesus, it is everywhere.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Hairy, stoned ass motherfucker sighting.
<Kanero> gamzeesquatch
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> And it's just a blurry picture of me comin' out of, like, a port-a-potty.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> The motherfuckin' hidden majesty of the wilderness, y'all.
<Kanero> Im Sorry If Im Interrupting Your Fun But
<Kanero> Whats Bigfoot
<Kanero> a giant ape
<Kanero> Pardon
<Kanero> ...ugh
<Kanero> its like a human, only bigger. an hairer.
<Kanero> doesnt do much talkin either
-*- tenaciouslyCrunknasty Gamzee points to himself with both thumbs.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Well, I guess I don't do that third thing.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> I can talk a motherfucker's ear off if you let me.
<Kanero> Oh Yes Very True
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Maybe nobody ever just /listened/ to the bigfoot, man.
<Kanero> Perhaps We Are Conversing With An Elevated Bigfoot Right Now
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Maybe that motherfucker got a lot to say.
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> Girl, I am all /kinds/ of elevated right now.
<Kanero> in more ways than one
<tenaciouslyCrunknasty> All motherfuckin' kinds.