Vavakx Nonexus
Posts: 892
7/22/2016
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An individual may have many goals. This one picked one of... particular danger. Get to 77 Influence whilst remaining homeless. To do that, it needs help. YOUR help, as this account cannot send out Calling Cards (because they don't have the Lodging location unlocked) by itself. It has already reached 10, but there is much more to go for the Lord of No Land.
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Amets Estibariz, the Moulting Eidolon: Cradled by a sun all their own.
Blabbing, the Hobo Everyone Knows: The One Who Pulls The Strings. A Clarity In The Darkness.
Charlotte and the Caretaker: A family?
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Vavakx Nonexus
Posts: 892
7/26/2016
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Due to being unable to properly RP with Blabbing, I'll just be posting short stories about our Hobo Crimelord and it's companions.
NEW COMPANY
I lay in the shade of some towering building. One of the bazaar's many shops. I gathered all my strength, strolled up to the shopkeeper. Barely pushed out the mysteries out of my guts and into his ear. He was happy to give me what I wanted. I took his money, all of it, along with some choice garbs. "That'd be me." And returned to the shade. "Why didn't we kill the shopkeeper?! I'm sure his spleen had a wonderful aftertaste of insanity! What a loss." "At least we didn't KILL the shopkeeper, who knows who'd beat us up first if we did that." I sigh. Maybe I should steal another message from the courier. Take their cards? Ugh, it doesn't work that way. Why doesn't it work that way? "Oh, darling, just find someone that'd buy them. Everything has value here." I lower the bonnet. Yes, there's always a buyer for correspondence. Maybe they'll give me their cards. "You can take those godawful cards from the dead, captain. TEAR THE HANDS APART WITH YOUR TEETH AND FIND YOUR PRIZE IN THE BLOODIED REMAINS! Much easier than espionage." I stop my hand before it grabs the hunting rifle. I already regret what I've done today. "And what're your options? Hide me in some chest and wonder the world in your birthday suit? Unlikely." I can feel my heartbeat approach a new low. Again, I'm trapped. My hands are not mine, and even breath is not under my command. What remains? "You, darling. You're still with me." "Me and your senseless sobbing." "Violence, captain. Violence."
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Amets Estibariz, the Moulting Eidolon: Cradled by a sun all their own.
Blabbing, the Hobo Everyone Knows: The One Who Pulls The Strings. A Clarity In The Darkness.
Charlotte and the Caretaker: A family?
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Vavakx Nonexus
Posts: 892
8/9/2016
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THE LITTLE TRIBE
Rats. My little tribe, they cling to my coat and bring me pieces of stale bread and well-water. They know their leader, even if I do not know them. "Many lack such faithful servants, darling. I am quite jealous." But, now, they rebel. Rebel against their god! AGAINST ME! "Why, is it time for REVENGE!?" Yes, they will know not to betray their king.
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Corpses, now. Except for one. Hamnpork, the old chap. He always knew the right way through the sewers. "He deserves it." My finger twitches upon the rusty trigger. "End him already!" He always knew what to do. Except for today. I let my hand pull the trigger.
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Corpses, now. No exceptions. I crawl away, a mix of anger and despair spilling from my open mouth. I am the only sound in the night. Only the cards. My little tribe...
[OOC: And then I sent 10-20 Calling Cards to strangers due to having access to my Lodgings, for once.]
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Amets Estibariz, the Moulting Eidolon: Cradled by a sun all their own.
Blabbing, the Hobo Everyone Knows: The One Who Pulls The Strings. A Clarity In The Darkness.
Charlotte and the Caretaker: A family?
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Eglantine-Fox
Posts: 872
7/22/2016
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...congratulations on Blabbing's journal. It made me repeatedly whisper 'what the ****'.
Wow.
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Eglantine Fox, the charming and androgynous Correspondent, teetering between hobbies of seduction and self-destruction.
Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite).
Isidore Day, an up-and-coming London gentleman. All allegations of wrongdoing are categorically denied.
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Vavakx Nonexus
Posts: 892
8/16/2016
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SKY-RULERS
I've heard word of a Topsy King, that commands the Flit. I watch him in his misery from Above. Sitting upon my high-hanging throne, I plan. I think. I mull over the possibilities...
There was a chessboard, Above. I used to set out the pieces and think of the battles to come. Now, I have a card for every man and a rat for every card. No board is big enough for us. But I can have splinters. Fractures of the whole and a whole of fractures. I sit and plan and prepare.
[OOC: Well, Blabbing's Original Mission is over, and it has gathered 77 Calling Cards, 77 Talkative Rattus Faber and 1 Business Card. It'll most probably act as a forum RP account now. You won't be getting such a reasonable and... readable look into it, as it's persuasive still totals out to 0.]
edited by Vavakx Nonexus on 8/16/2016
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Amets Estibariz, the Moulting Eidolon: Cradled by a sun all their own.
Blabbing, the Hobo Everyone Knows: The One Who Pulls The Strings. A Clarity In The Darkness.
Charlotte and the Caretaker: A family?
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