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 Posted: Sun May 14, 2017 12:45 pm
The whole of their exchange felt a little clandestine, which offered Scholomance a welcome wave of nostalgia for the small excitements in it. The chance of getting caught, however peevish and small, left him a little more interested in seeing the end result of their game played beneath the noses of giants. For Bob, he assumed the stakes were far higher - the cat might see himself strangled for working against Negaverse interests. But for Scholomance, such notions never carried that grievous weight. Sure, he might receive a lecture on part of Scylla or one of the other driven senshi, but at the price of reclaiming his signet ring, he doubted they would fault him for long.
Scholomance was first to arrive, he noted, and settled down on the rooftop's parapet with vague familiarity. He remembered the scruffy-looking thing standing across from him, seated on the gravel paving, and looking quite pleased with himself for landing such a deal. Idly he wondered who achieved the most payout here: a cat that lacked the thumbs and presence to order the world's most delicious junk food, or the knight who recovered a one-of-a-kind signet ring that reopened his wonder to him.
It was the cat, he figured, as he awkwardly shrugged the deep purple backpack off of his shoulders. Swinging it around by the strap, Scholomance unclasped the flap at the fore and used both feet to hem in the sack and walk the pizza box out of its cramped confines. He placed the XL box on the ground, label side up, and fetched the crumpled paper bag containing a selection of craft beers. That, too, was retired on top of the box. With the bag showing spots of moisture, Scholomance figured the beers were still fairly cold with condensation. Hopefully the cat would arrive shortly, before his food grew cold - and before Scholomance started thinking too intently on the many ambushes that might occur.
A strange feeling overtook him in being caught in the dichotomous trains of thought - with one assuring him that one mangled knight was nothing to such a dominant power as the Negaverse, and the other insisting that an enemy maid is a debt to claim, and the Negaverse was after every penny. So he waited, and counted his breaths, and hoped the cat did not arrive with company.ghouliboo sorry about the wait! i suck at starts
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Posted: Thu May 18, 2017 7:53 am
Ring tucked safely away in the knot of his frayed tie, the mangy Mauvian strolled down the sidewalk as if he hadn't a care in the world.
And, well, knowing Bob - he probably didn't.
Finding the ring hadn't been terribly hard to do, especially with a finger attached to it, but it could have always been worse. Fingers, toes, digits were nothing - especially when there wasn't any goopy blood still flowing from it. If anything, it looked like something a dog might fetch for its owner in error.
While Bob preferred not to view himself as a golden retriever, he knew he wasn't far from it. He still had his dignity intact, however - unlike a dumb mutt, he was getting paid for his services. Well. Hopefully.
The fact he and Tibs had set up the portal only sweetened the deal - one less mouth to feed when it came to owing favors. Being able to teleport in and out of the Negaverse at leisure only helped his case - especially once the General realized a prize was missing from her collection. But getting in and out was just as easy as he'd hoped it would be - almost too good, really.
Paws pattered their way down the street and he gazed up to the sky at their former meeting arrangement. The Knight was there - just as he promised to be - and from the look of things, with an array of requested items.
Well, well, well. It seems Stumpy held up his end of the bargain.
It didn't take long to scale up the wall, thankfully his claws provided a decent grip onto the boxes, then the awning, lingering a few yards away from the Order Knight. Taking his seat, his tail curled around his feet as he stared up at the young man.
"Do you have everything?"
Why bother with greetings? They were there for a bargain, not chitchat. The pizza alone was making his stomach growl and he glanced down at the box hungrily. "I've held up my end."
Strickenized I'm gonna be honest - I know you've changed it but I couldn't stop staring at your donut d**k, man, I'm still cracking up
also - making presumptions about the finger. If that's not the case, I can edit!
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Posted: Sun May 21, 2017 12:06 am
Scholomance paused in his dissemination of items to look toward the voice. There he was, the amngy orange mouser in question. He looked well - undamaged, at least, from the escapades expected of him. Either he got away with the charged favor with Cinnabar none the wiser, or he skipped doing so altogether. Suspicion constricted in his chest, coiling about his stomach with whispers of an impending ambush while Scholomance fiddled around with pizza and beer. But with each passing second, still no officers showed to his senses.
So Scholomance settled into his perpetually dry, witty repartees. "No, of course not. I brought all these for myself. Nothing beats trekking junk food and liquor halfway across the city just to eat in front of a cat. I just love the looks of envy I get when I crack open a bottle." As he finished, Scholomance pulled one of the higher-proof liquors from the nondescript bags - the present one being a Fireball whiskey. The Grey Goose, Bones, and Jägermeister still sat in its confines.
"Obviously I don't know a cat's taste, so the pizza's a Butcher Block from Luigi's back on 3rd." He opened the box demonstrably. "Salami, ham, smoked bacon, and sausage from what I can tell. Plenty of cheeses too." He left its marginally grease-stained cardboard cracked open in case the cat chose to take a taste now.
"And while I'm not the best with pizza, I do know my liiquor. There's a Backwoods b*****d ale and a Brooklyn Intensified Coffee Porter for the beers, and on the harder side, I left you a cinnamon whiskey, a quality vodka, a gold rum, and… Well, whatever Jägermeister is. I've had it about a half-dozen times and can only stand to mix it with Red Bull, but there it is if it's to your taste. And since you asked for cash on top of it all, I left you 200 in twenties. I figured small bills were more preferable, what with the highway robbery scheme you've got going on here." Scholomance straightened, and regarded the furbag with a discerning eye.
"So, where's the ring?" Please don't tell me he tried to have a fake made.ghouliboo c**k n' balls are the best donuts~ as for the finger, that is fine! he will squick terribly
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2017 7:49 am
Hungry eyes stared as he watched the Knight display his goodies, one by one.
The ring clearly meant a great deal to this fella, judging by the way he spared no expense when it came to his choices. Bob had to wonder just how hard of a struggle it had to be for a one armed man to lug around a bounty of this nature... but that was neither here nor there, at the end of the day.
No, what was important was the fact that this delectable feast was now his for the taking.... oh, right.
The ring.
His tail whipped back out as one paw rose to adjust his tie, a single claw slowly dragging the ring from out of the hidden knot. It had loosened up his tie significantly, but that was something he'd fix later - right now, he had to hold up his end of the bargain since Stumpy had held up his end. He was a cat of his word, after all.
Stretching out his paw, he gestured for the Saturn Knight to retrieve the jewelry from his paw. He had half a mind to toss it, but, well, Bob wasn't too sure how the man was with catching, seeing as his fingers were compromised as well.
"Highway robbery, rooftop robbery - semantics, my friend. You put a high value on your ring so I charge a high value. But trust me - it'll all be put to very good use."
That is, once he found a few of his nefarious, furry friends to join him on this escapade of a party!
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Posted: Fri Sep 15, 2017 11:51 am
The knot of tension in his being relaxed at once - even simply seeing the ring had a profound effect on him. He could breathe again. He could remind himself that, at least in this capacity, he hadn't completely failed as a knight. He knew not what he would face in retaliation for this deal, but he could face it knowing he held all the constituent parts of his knighthood.
Scholomance stepped forward, his pacing nearly trepid, and retrieved the proffered ring from paw. Immediately suspicion seized him, begging him to evaluate the ring with all his well-earned jeweler's knowledge, to even question the cat if he made a fake, but the perfect fit of it on his finger dispelled such a notion. Yes, this was the same blue and gold ring that he used to communicate with Gehenna. Yes, this was the ring that left with his finger that fateful day. Yes, this was the ring that could stamp a thousand letters for him, for free, and deliver them instantaneously.
If nothing else, he could finally start shitposting other knights with verbose letters once more.
"Right," Scholomance replied, snapping from his reverie. "Well. This concludes our business. I trust that none of this deal is going to come back and bite me in the a** later. If I find a certain dragon lady on my doorstep, though, I'll know who to blame." He tossed the fluffy feline a knowing look.
"I'll see myself out. Drink responsibly, and all that." A dozen terrible beer taglines flooded his mind as he turned on bone heel. He started toward the parapet with the Most Interesting Man quotes haunting him, and launched off the leveled surface with one highly ironic quote lingering in his stead.
Hooray, Beer! He thought with a knowing appreciation.ghouliboo disorganized, overly verbose close because what is writing i haven't done it in months???
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