"Well, not all day..." Sticks starts to explain. Hm, now to tell her about his business with souls. And how will she react? Ah well, best to put it simply. "I've another business. A bit of a freelance thing. I help people with problems, in exchange for... mm..." He rolls his hand melodramatically, as if trying to find the right word. "A, ah, portion of their undying soul."
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In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
"Thank you, but no. I like this; it's nice." Tracy nods and smiles.
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Dorota nods. Oh, yes. I think I remember now. Black Dragon's Den just... isn't my kind of place, you know? she asks with a chuckle. I suppose I could ask Nadas the next time we talk.
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The moment Clarissa's hand gets in range the rat makes a grab for it, trying to sink those sharp little claws into her flesh and cling on, although it will attempt no offensive action. Nor will it resist being pulled free from the wreckage for that matter, not that it could if it wished, because it's lower half is, well...
I'd rather not describe it in too much detail, but suffice to say that the creature's lower half is so thoroughly mangled as to make it impossible to identify one broken, extruding bone from another, and that it's quite certain that the poor rodent will never walk again.
It's ears flatten when it's petted, looking more surprised than ever, surprise turning to dim-witted suspicion when she claims it's master is dead. "Wut? No no... Can' be ded... The rat is quite sure that it's master still lives. If he was dead... No. Impossible. But... The mental compulsion prevents the creature from simply calling her a liar and demanding the password once more, makes it want to tell her what it knows. What little it knows. Words still her. Can' be ded or words gone."
Dave and Clarissa's New House
"Well...I regret to inform you but he is either dead or gone. Because we now own this house."
Dave may regret those words...
"If you ask Defelent he could show you some nice shops in Riverside. There's a certain pet shop Defelent knows that has unusual merchandise." The unusual merchandise is the slaves secretly sold in the basement, although there's plenty of normal (or not so normal) pets available too.
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Dorota slips her arm around Crissy and snuggles back. Which brings a flush to her cheeks since, well, snuggling in swimsuits.
Mmmmm... those swimsuits were a great idea, she says with a wink.
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"Well, not all day..." Sticks starts to explain. Hm, now to tell her about his business with souls. And how will she react? Ah well, best to put it simply. "I've another business. A bit of a freelance thing. I help people with problems, in exchange for... mm..." He rolls his hand melodramatically, as if trying to find the right word. "A, ah, portion of their undying soul."
Alice's smile fades slightly as she tries to understand. 'Their...soul? You take people's souls? Like a devil?" Her eyes flick to his cloak, as understanding dawns. "What problems do you help them with in exchange? What could be worth giving up your soul?" She seems more puzzled than anything else.
"Like a devil?! No! Well, I mean..." Sticks waves his as if to dismiss the accusation. A bit offensive, being compared to the Infernals, but it happens. "Sort of? It's not as though I cheat people and send them to hell, Alice!" He looks down a bit. "I just... fix things. Bring people back from the dead, sometimes."
He raises a finger and clarifies, "And I rarely take the whole soul. Just... a portion. A teensy bit." He pinches his fingers together for emphasis, clenching his teeth nervously.
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Alice looks down at the floor. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I suppose it's not really bad if people know what they're getting into, and you don't take their whole soul..." She seems to be trying to convince herself of this. Then a thought occurs to her, and she looks back up at Sticks. "What do you do with the souls, exactly? There must be a reason you want them."
"I make fair deals, Miss Q," Sticks says grumpily, a little offended that she would think him 'bad' for doing business. But she did not mean to offend... well, they never do. He sighs. "It's all right. I understand my business can be... misinterpreted, at times."
Then cometh the curiousity. She seems to come around quickly. Sticks smiles. "Well... I build things. Like that bird out there, Bolts. An old lady didn't want him any more, and he was getting old... so I took his soul and gave it a new vessel." The cyborg shrugs, folding his hands behind his back. "They're good for lots of things."
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Alice's eyes widen in understanding. "So you're not destroying people's souls, or hurting people. You're just finding homes for them. Using them for things. That makes it alright!" She looks down at the floor again. "Sorry I jumped to conclusions...I've never met anyone like you, so I didn't know what you meant. I didn't mean to make you angry." She seems quite troubled that she has offended Sticks.
"If you ask Defelent he could show you some nice shops in Riverside. There's a certain pet shop Defelent knows that has unusual merchandise." The unusual merchandise is the slaves secretly sold in the basement, although there's plenty of normal (or not so normal) pets available too.
"Hmm, I'm not much of one for pets, but I might just see about checking out those nice shops. Thank you for suggesting that," Naethalee says with a smile.
[Beach]
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Dorota slips her arm around Crissy and snuggles back. Which brings a flush to her cheeks since, well, snuggling in swimsuits.
Mmmmm... those swimsuits were a great idea, she says with a wink.
Crissy gets a blush as well!
And she giggles.
And nods.
Snuggling just a bit closer.
"I'm glad you liked them," she says happily.
Crissy's eyes flutter closed, and the half-elf leans up to meet Dorota's lips, returning the kiss softly, gently, and lovingly as her arms slide around the alchemist's shoulders.
Dorota wraps her arms firmly around Crissy's waist as she leans forward and deepens the kiss, also trying to pull the half-elf closer, quite swept up by the moment.
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"Defelent was told of the pet shop by another cleric, whose cousin owns the shop. They're gnomes, very clannish." Tracy nods, though she hasn't seen a gnome in a very long time. Defelent bought her at a slave market run by iElf.
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Crissy finds herself slipping away in the moment as well, happy to hold the kiss for as long as Dorota wants...or until one or both of them has to breathe, whichever comes first...and winds up sliding into the alchemist's lap!
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[Eefelent's House]
"Gnomes, you say? If they're selling pets I'd expect them to be either mechanical or explosive. Or both," the half-drowess observes with a chuckle.
Dorota doesn't really notice as Crissy slides into her lap, and has no intention of breaking the kiss until she runs out of breath, but that does happen eventually. At that point, she'll break off, breathing heavily, but only retracting her face very slightly from Crissy's.
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"These aren't that type of gnome. These are canny business people, and are not above breaking the law if the benefits outweigh the risks." These gnomes aren't silly. Or aren't too silly. They're determined to get ahead in their business- even Pontius tries to take down his rivals through sabotage, arson, blackmail or outright murder. Although Pontius also lets his obnoxiousness rule how he talks to the customer.
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Alice's eyes widen in understanding. "So you're not destroying people's souls, or hurting people. You're just finding homes for them. Using them for things. That makes it alright!" She looks down at the floor again. "Sorry I jumped to conclusions...I've never met anyone like you, so I didn't know what you meant. I didn't mean to make you angry." She seems quite troubled that she has offended Sticks.
"It's alright," Sticks says reluctantly, though it clearly is not. He's a bit sick of people assuming things the moment they hear 'soul'.
The tall fellow sighs. "But if this means you're not interested in a job..." Sticks is fairly certain she is, but wants to see how interested.
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Alice looks up in dismay. "No, I didn't mean that at all! I do want to work for you. I can see that I'm ignorant of a lot of things, and I want to learn more than anything. Please forgive my foolishness." She clasps her hands behind her back, looking hopefully up at Sticks.
Sticks smiles warmly. She seems sincere. He walks over to his workbench and starts screwing his real fingers back on. "Apology accepted, Miss Q. Now, what is it you want to learn about? Magic? The Nexus?" He gestures toward her arm, concern in his eyes. "The former should be a priority."
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Alice is relieved that Sticks has accepted her apology. She would hate to mess up the only friendship she has. Holding up her new arm, she nods at him. "You said there was maintenance needed to keep this functioning. I'd like to know the details of that first off. And then a bit more about how exactly your business works." Actually, she's unsure as to how the arm works at all. Aside from magic.
"Maintenance, yes! Tuning. Keeping the joints oiled, mostly. Replacing burnt-out circuits or old bolts, that sort of thing. It's important," Sticks waves his forearm back and forth, producing no sound. His metal parts are obviously well-maintained. "I should know. There's also a, um, field around that arm that allows you to 'feel' things the way your old limb did. That'll need some juice every now and again." He retrieves a squeeze-bottle of oil from his workbench and squirts it into his elbow.
"Very simple. Just pray you never have to do this for all your limbs," Sticks says with a tinny chuckle. He certainly knows that from experience.
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
"Oh, that makes sense. I'll be sure to keep it in good shape." Alice moves her arm back and forth, still amazed at the mechanical design. She moves over to the work bench and takes the oil bottle, figuring she had better get used to this. "Out of curiosity, Mister Sticks, and I don't mean to pry...but how did you learn all this? How did you lose your limbs?" She realizes that this is most likely a touchy subject, but it's too late now.
Alice should note that the arm is an exact copy of Sticks' - down to the surgically thin metal fingers and glowing alien innards.
The cyborg's smile fades. He frowns down at his workbench, idly shifting the debris to distract himself for a moment. "That's not really a story for... civilized folk." He gives her a small smile. "Certainly not a lady like yourself, Miss Q."
Sticks sighs and heaves some spare parts off the bench, carrying them over to his table so he can sort them out. "No ma'am. A gruesome tale. Bloody and awful." It's almost like he wants to tell the story, but is playing up the 'mysterious' vibe. "Surely you don't want to hear such things."
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Spoiler
In a dream I found a place
of rotting meat and eldritch grace
and looked upon his primordial face
and from my thoughts could not erase
that sense of time that sense of space
and my heart the darkness did embrace.
-Johanna Stokes
Alice looks in fascination between her new arm and Sticks's. She carefully flexes each finger in turn as he rearranges the tools and parts.
"Actually, I think it might be a good idea if you told me, even if it was horrible. Hearing how you coped with it might help me to adjust. It wasn't too long ago that I lost my arm in the first place." She smiles wanly, hoping she doesn't offend him again but curious nonetheless.
Dorota doesn't really notice as Crissy slides into her lap, and has no intention of breaking the kiss until she runs out of breath, but that does happen eventually. At that point, she'll break off, breathing heavily, but only retracting her face very slightly from Crissy's.
Crissy gazes into Dorota's eyes as she catches her breath, panting and smiling broader than she ever has before.
"I love you, sweet and wonderful thing."
Defelent's House
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"These aren't that type of gnome. These are canny business people, and are not above breaking the law if the benefits outweigh the risks." These gnomes aren't silly. Or aren't too silly. They're determined to get ahead in their business- even Pontius tries to take down his rivals through sabotage, arson, blackmail or outright murder. Although Pontius also lets his obnoxiousness rule how he talks to the customer.
"Oooh, I see." Naethallee nods, and goes to wash her now-empty cereal bowl!
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