Mahz been on vacation for half a year, I wonder if he'll come back from his Mahzquest - youtube.com/watch?v=ygI-2F8… - where could be Mahz be now? Find out next time on Mahzquest.
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All I ask is that people communicate these things.
Fuck. There was always going to be the one, wasn’t there? The one who was too smart for their own good. It was a shame he needed them for his own protection or else he would have cut out his throat. For now though he guessed he had to play the innocent card. He gasped a little at what Natsuya had said as a response to his accusation. He looked at Travis, then Alice. His blue eyes twinkling a little.
Guess he had no choice. It wasn’t something he wanted to do, not in front of them. God how fucking low was he going to go just for some protection in this world and security. He couldn’t tell them. No not about that.
Kristian clasped onto the front of the dress with shaking hands. He stared at Natsuya, then away from him to stare at the floor.
“I….thought,” Kristian let his voice quiver a bit, “....you’d protect Ghouls. That you’d care about ghouls.” Kristian let his voice shake, staring at the table this always worked back then. He let tears fall out of his eyes.
“I…” Kristian told him, “Couldn’t…..possibly tell you…..” Kristian looked away from the group, letting tears fall down his face, “Momma was always so cruel….I managed with my own strength…..to leave…..”
He broke down on the table in fits, “I can’t….go back to those memories…….please…..don’t make me remember.”
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Travis looked at Natsuya as he used his name but before he’d get the chance to talk Kristian had already started. From past experience Travis could tell the tone was a little forced, not completely genuine but if the kid was willing to try and lie to a room full of people he obviously did not want to talk about his past. Travis went to stand behind Kristian and put a hand on his shoulder. ”Alright Kristian it’s fine…”
Travis looked over at Natsuya ”Look he’s obviously not comfortable talking about his past, and to ask him to tell it to an entire room full of people he’s just met seems a little. Unfair don’t you think?” Travis let the question hang in the air for awhile hoping someone would agree with him, it was true that he’d only know Kristian for a very short time but he did say he’d be friends with him. And Travis wasn’t going to watch his friend get questioned and stand idly by as it happened. Kristian was a friend of Travis, something he’d been lacking for a while. And he’d hope to be able to call everyone else in the room friend in time as well, but currently Kristian was the only friend Travis had.
---- Score. At least the sissy was good for something. Other than getting sprayed in the face with pepper spray and getting his shoulder chewed up. It pissed him off they could have killed that chimera. Still this worked to his advantage if someone was on his side, he didn’t know how much this would work on the other guy, and he wasn’t sure Travis was convinced. These people really had trust issues. What did they know about trust? Their lives were so easy.
The CCG weren’t Ghouls pretending to be not Ghouls to kill them. They were people killing Ghouls. That should have been obvious. How weak were these people that they had that much infighting that he would have been asked the question he had? They still had a group. The Wolves, meant they fought together at some point.
They had no meaning of what it meant to be alone and having to learn it all. Kristian looked up teary eyed at Travis.
“Thank you…..” he said in a breathy way, “....you...don’t have to stick up for me…” he paused, “but you are…” he smiles at Travis as the last of his tears came rolling down his cheek.
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Travis again looked back at Kristian returning the smile, this kid is fucking sneaky I’ll give him that. his thoughts didn’t show on his face. ”We’re friends, what kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t stick up for you?” Travis’ words were very genuine even through his scepticism. He then pat Kristian on the shoulder in an attempt to reassure him slightly. He may have to ask Kristian for the truth later, but before then he’d built up some major trust first.
He then looked between Alice and Natsuya, honestly hoping that Alice would be for dropping the questions until later. Travis still couldn’t help but feel uneasy, there was honestly nothing stopping Alice and Natsuya from forcing the information out, Travis would stand no chance against either of them let alone both. And Alice had made it clear she held no problems with killing them if they were to jeopardize her plans. Travis had gotten himself into some dangerous shit.
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Kristian looked at Travis, he widened his blue eyes, that sparkled with the tears he had been producing. Light shined into them making them look like diamonds. Even if he didn’t believe Travis believed him, Kristian had a few things going for him. They, for whatever reason, thought he looked cute in this dress and two he was very good at keeping up an act for as long as he had too.
Suddenly standing up, and overjoyed he jumped up to hug Travis, allowing himself to wrap his arms around his neck and dangle a little. He realized his mistake when he forgot about Travis shoulder and immediately let go, but looked at Travis with a gentle, angelic, smile, as he let the light hit his eyes, “Thank you so much…..hearing that I have a friend now….makes me soooo happy,” Kristian said, “It…..makes going…..and doing scary things…..less scary knowing I have you.”
He went outside to smoke after sitting at the lobby for over ten minutes. He was making a list of things as a note to himself;
Jericho Yuno - Rank 2
-Runs Late, could prove to be a disadvantage
-The Iron Grip, amusing
He noticed a look from one of the desk jockeys, he always got looks when he smoked on his good side of his face. There really was no such reason to cover up his face. To cover it up, he would deem that shame or regret. Or that is how he would read it if he saw someone covering up a wound. He had no reason for egotism or gloating in this arena, but he also saw no logical reason for someone to feel shame about their job.
Yuno Jericho. She was said to be a bit unorthodox. He wondered how unorthodox that was and how advantageous that unorthodoxy would give them. How compromising would she be? Those would be the determining factors of a good team.
So he’d set up a little test when she got here. It help him determine a lot of unknowns. Not that he really experienced uncertainty, he was sure that would be how someone else would describe it. For him it had to do with all the dynamics of working together.
He put the cigarette out in the butt can. Someone out there was making an inappropriate joke about butt can. He did admit it could be seen as an amusing word or phrase or object.
Where was she?
He dusted some ash off his sleeve. There would have to be other factors he have to consider as well. Luckily he had most of it lined up in his head. Now to see how Miss. Jericho would react to all of it. He’d wait out front.
Alias: Or really something in reference to him. He’s sort of a following title known as the “Ghoul Eater”.
Faction: Investigator - First Class Investigator
Age: 32
Gender: Male
“Don’t stare at me like I bite, I won’t….much” -dry laughs- “You should really see your face right now. I am only joking with you.”
Your eyes had a hard time focusing on what you should look at first. His gray irises were haunting to look at, they were piercing and even when he was trying to lighten you up you couldn’t, but couldn’t help feel trapped in his gaze.
You felt like your own reflection was held captive by his gaze, imprisoned by spherical observation from a visionary study. It bore inside of you or more like tried to wear your mind to figure you out. Stare anywhere else and it didn’t feel comfortable either way.
Half of his face was mangle on the left side, his teeth were exposed, thick raised scars cut across the wound like it could retell the story of how it all happened, he was so gaunt in the face in some places and his face was so narrow that it gave you the feeling you were staring at the mouth of a skeleton or corpse. Which didn’t ease your troubleness in his appearance.
He was a sparrow in your eyes, he was so bony and thin you wondered how he managed to pass the Investigator exams in the first place. He reminded you of a very bony fish or at least what was leftover of the carcass after you cleared it of its meat.
His suit was neat, maybe a bit too neat, inhumanely neat. It was well pressed to the point there were no wrinkles, his collar was too straight for your liking. It was like he was trying to give the impression of sophistication and it worked, but for all the wrong reasons. His slacks were black and straight, without a wrinkle in sight, and the only impression that he was not a mechanical man was probably his dress shoes that had minor wear and tear on it.
It was a neatness that didn’t suit him, when his wavy hair was comb, but laid whichever way it please. Like he spent enough time to comb through it, but not really where he should place it letting it lay naturally wherever it may. Or the fact he smelled of cigarettes.
He was in every way caucasian, his pale complexion didn’t change your point of view about the side of his mangled face looking like it deserved a place in a zombie flick. Even when you tried not to look at any of those details, his hands were bony you could see where the main vein lay.
“Don’t you have very busy eyes,” “Oh, uh, sorry,”
“No it was very interesting,”
Interesting how? In English he a very clear Standard London accent, though he wasn’t very clear as to where he was actually from. Though in Japanese that isn’t well heard, he speaks fluently enough that he can get away with an odd word here and there.
His voice was a lot more subtle than you’d think it should sound. On looks alone you got the impression of someone who would also speak in a very sinister way. Instead he spoke in two ways that betrayed each other's affect. His voice was modulate, it was well controlled, and had a pleasant softness to it that would have been comforting if it didn’t feel flat and monotonous at the same time. The dryness in his tone, and gruffness didn’t really help to convince you that he wasn’t at least faking a little bit of what he was saying.
He stands at 5’11”, 180cm, and weighs 135 pounds, 61kg.
Quinque
Gluttony - Ukaku - Tegaki Shoku
This is probably where those silly Ghoul Eater names came from, is for his most noticeable weapon Gluttony. Gluttony looks on the surface to simply be a Tegaki Shoku glove made into a Quinque, but has a noticeable feature. The under claws, often used to grip onto things, extend with the upper claws to form a mouth. This mouth essentially bites down on whatever is the target is pointing at, at a medium range. Though it doesn’t necessarily need the mouth to be a functional weapon, as it also works like any normal Tegaki Shoku.
Sloth - Koukaku - Arm Bracer
Nobody likes their flesh ripped off, it’s painful and honestly not something someone wants as a vacation to deal with. Sloth is essentially as a lightweight arm guard, with a nasty temperament. It may just look like an ordinary armor hat guards his arm, but when it is struck it activates a defense mechanism that manifest a buzzing saw that attacks the highest nearby Rc cell concentration.
Agito “Dragon’s Jaw” *as seen in appearance
The mask that Grant wears is named Agito, the kanji written to mean “dragon’s jaw”. It is the token of one of his first successful kills. He wears it to send a message to Ghouls, a message that apparently worked if his face has anything to say for it. A black half mask, ripped where Grant's face took the most abuse. Agito is only worn for special occasions. He isn't so attached to it that he'll wear it everywhere.
Personality:
Pretending to be human is a good way of describing Grant’s personality. He can fool some people, but not everybody is fooled by the surface level amount of charm he has. Study too deeply into Grant and you find yourself a warped individual who probably is as Human as a Ghoul is Human. It gives some the impression of a mechanical being who is merely playing along what it must mean to be Human or at least their perception of what Humans act like.
On the surface, if you’re not paying enough attention Grant is a charming, intellectual young man. He has his oddities and quirks and certainly looks terrifying. And he always sort of creep you out, but you just don’t know why you like the guy.
Pay closer attention to the depths and the man is often by avoided others. When the surface begins to crack, it begins to display a man whose very nature is hollow and plastic. He rarely shows a display of actual affection, everything he ever says comes off rehearsed like he’s practiced it in his mind or at least is imitating how other people speak.
There is an offness about him, that make you begin to realize that he may just not care. The reality is Grant lacks the capability to empathize with other, or sympathize with them. He’s always processed his emotions, he’s never felt his emotions. Everything is filtered through a rather callous point of view of the world.
Where people are puppets, that you can twist their actions with simple words alone. And Ghouls are fascinating insights into the mind of a cruel creation. People don’t interest Grant, they are rarely rational, rarely intelligent, and rarely ever are as composed as they like to think they are. Ghouls fascinate Grant and excite him. He seeks to understand their mind because he believes it is what separates him from other Investigators.
It probably does to some extent as well. Grant is not an easy man to admire nor an easy many to like, his callous, analytical point of view about the world and the fact that he cannot shed a single tear of grief for those in grief makes him less than human to some. Incapable of feeling love, incapable of feeling grief, guilt, or shame, being an Investigator is an easy pass for Grant to allow him the freedom to do what he desires.
Death excites him. Horror makes his skin crawl with joy. All the things most would be repulsed by he is absolutely captivated by.
Despite this no one has ever seen Grant lose control. Well not in any sense a normal person would lose control. He’s too calm, too quiet, nothing seems to phase him in the same horrific manner it may another person.
He’s always been cautious and careful, he thinks before he acts, but doesn’t necessarily always have a plan for every given situation. Though he processes things at much higher level than most people on average would so he’s quickly able to come up for a solution towards a problem.
And against his nature or to an outsider looking in it would seem against his nature, there are things to consider about Grant that could be considered positive traits. He is loyal and will honor those he is working with.
Not because they interest him in anyway, but because of a deep level of complicated morals that others might not understand. Anyone inside of his circle is sacred and thus to be spared. Anyone outside of his circle is free for him to scrutinize, judge, or butcher.
Grant doesn’t necessarily lash out at anyone he deems unworthy of his time in the first place. If you have been considered something to spare for whatever reasons he may deemed, then you are most likely to gain yourself at least a reliable partner. Usually because he finds you insignificant, but at least he has your back despite not feeling threatened by you.
In his spare time Grant likes to people watch. He’s even been seen to prowl a little behind people to see how long he can keep up with them until they notice him or he loses interest. His only real in depth relationships seem to be with his cats.
Any other outside relationship has been a series of failures one after another because Grant cannot fake human for far too long. Love and relationships are far too complicated of an emotion to be able to mimic without the other partner feeling like the other isn’t giving enough.
He also seems to have a habit of poorly made jokes at the expense of others. Such as watching their reactions by telling them something he’ll know will press a button. Or using a silly straw to drink out of instead of a normal one just to get people’s reactions.
Grant may be an entirely broken individual, but he is a good Investigator. Cunning, intelligent, and able to think fast has allowed him to rise in the ranks. His unorthodox methods mean he is often left to his own devices by others, besides his partners.
Grant shows some kind of odd form of compassion to his partners. He’s not really capable of it, but has managed a bit of it over the years. To tolerate another person in his presence for long periods of time.
All in all Grant is not an easy summary or an easy read. To even to begin to unravel the nature of his dichotomy would probably take several hours, and several, years worth of therapy sessions.
Skills:
Perceptive -
It’s very hard to pull the wool over Grant’s eyes so to speak. Due to his past circumstances he’s been taught or conditioned to look at every little detail with deep scrutiny. Everything is somehow connected to something in someway and you have to look for the tiniest detail that may not seem connected to an event because it might be an insignificant detail or it could be something bigger than that.
For example in a case where a victim was bludgeon on the head, why is her hair on the doorknob, because she was smashed into the door. And what do you know blood particles in the keyhole. Every detail must be looked at and then eliminated.
It isn’t just with objects, but people as well. They like to think themselves so composed and so in control. But you often find them slipping up when something is done that is not expected or if they think no one is watching the, That’s why it is so important to watch them. It is so important to find their buttons, what makes them tick, what makes them them.
“Stalking” - I prefer the term Stealthy Following
For a man as tall as he is, he certainly can hide in a crowd well. When he has his eyes on someone it’s like their vision is burned in his memory. He is able to narrow or focus on them and cut out the noise of the crowd. And only visualize them. How he is never noticed by the individual is a mystery to most people, and for a human it’s quite impressive how he’s managed to “mask his presence”.
Ghoul Behavior “Expert” -
Grant seems to be the only person fascinated with the idea of trying to get into the mindset of how a Ghoul thinks. He almost seems obsessed with the idea. He doesn’t just investigate a crime scene. He tries to get into the mind of the perpetrator in question. He ask himself questions about the crime scene, and takes a rather while to absorb the details of the scene. A person can leave just the tiniest hint of themselves in the crime scene.
For example a butchered body, mangled, with no recognizable features, may mean whomever committed the act is feral, or feral like. One that might enjoy the hunt or the kill or the thrill of butchering someone. Where would they hide? Well if they are feral, cornered animals like the dark, so I would find somewhere dark to hide.
But if the body was left in a state of mostly intact pieces, with a few choice areas of cuts. Then you could discern the individual has some kind of remorse, or some kind of emotional rationalization. Where would I hide, out in public, in the crowds, but maybe I would anxious. Maybe I would be nervous or something about me that draws a stranger’s attention.
And so and so forth. It isn’t about killing Ghouls. It’s about wearing their mind. Maybe just maybe it would be easier to hunt them and keep them in control.
Manipulation -
He’s never really been above doing what he needs to get what he wants. People are still toys, things he can push their buttons and make them do things that he wants them to do. Because people are irrational, emotional, and once you figure out what makes them tick you can easily find a way to manipulate them to do things you want them to do.
Offness -
Albeit a bit more of a passive capability of his. Grant has always come off a little off to people. His creepy nature can sometimes be to his advantage, as it can be a bit intimidating to be in the same room as him. You know there isn’t something right about him, but most people don’t have the capabilities to dive much further into it.
Fishing -
A man cannot have his hobbies? No one bats an eye at you when you go fishing, there’s no people, there’s no crowds, and you can gut an animal without anyone looking at you with suspicion.
Baking -
Another quiet, relaxing activity. I know how to make edible flowers, and how to make the cupcakes look accurate to the ones on the magazines. Problem is no one at work wants to eat my baked goods when I bring them to work. Oh how suspicious they are. That would be if I got fired or demoted.
Equipment:
His Quinque of course, though they are in his case if he needs them, it’s not like he brings them everywhere.
His Wallet which includes;
One of those coupon cards, that you get stamps on it, “Get 10 Cups of Coffee and get 1 Free” , has 5 Stamps on it
Coupon for free cold brew coffee
A handful of receipts in the money pocket
Several different credit cards
His CCG ID
His regular ID
He carries several different cellphones at a time in his car at least, many of them are prepaid phones that have a certain amount of data on them
On a keychain he has several different sets of keys aside from his car keys and his house keys, he has keys for his mailbox in Europe, he has keys that don’t seem to go anywhere either
Lint Roller in his car usually
Carton of cigarettes
Pink Twirly Silly Straw
History:
The Lietner has probably went down in more infamy than it has ever fame. His father John Lietner was probably more famous in Europe. But that fame probably began to spiral down into infamy the more John completely lost his mind. There really wasn’t much to salvage about John’s personality in the end. At least his son has always seemed, or at least seemed to come out of the situation more intact than his father did.
Most of Grant’s early life was exposed to traumatic horror that would have otherwise left a child in a state of fear, but somehow Grant took his father’s lessons more like inspirations, challenges, and other number of task his mind could process it. His mother Sophie died when he was too young to remember her. A Ghoul who had it out against John stalked and hunted her down.
Some say that was John’s decent into madness. Others say John was clearly already mad before that. John was was very paranoid and suspicious man due to his job and the death of Sophie the only thing that probably made John feel human pushed that suspicious and paranoid man to the brink. Who then mentally tortured his son for years.
Some of it was usual stuff, screening every single person Grant had ever perhaps wanted as a friend. Though even as a kid Grant had a hard time connecting with kids his age He struggled with internalizing emotions in the same way they perhaps did and his father strict, suspicion of others didn’t help social skills flourish.
Every single person you knew could be out there to get you. The friend you consider could be a ghoul. Grant wasn’t allowed out at night by himself. Grant wasn’t allowed friends. Grant wasn’t allowed to answer the door if he didn’t recognize the person as immediate family.
Then there were the harsher lessons. Like the time his father butchered the family cat in front of him to teach him or maybe perhaps force some kind of sense of grief into him. All because Grant had asked to go out to a seminar for school.
Or the time his father suddenly turned on him and tried to kill him to show him that anyone he knew could try to murder him. To condition or teach his son to always be on his toes.
John lost it in the end. His mind. His reason. He was irrational by the end of retirement. Irrational, paranoid and perhaps a bit psychotic. And his son ended up being the witness to it, not the victim of it. Though maybe some people would move that around and say Grant was the victim of his father’s crazy.
Grant on the other hand. Well most people think he has come out of that situation quite well. In fact most of them think he’s more capable than John. That he might succeed where his father had failed. Grant went to the academy, to follow in his father’s footsteps. In a way those that knew his father tried to encourage Grant of the good qualities of John before he went mad.
Grant didn’t really care either way who John was because John was John. Grant was Grant. And Grant would succeed higher than his father. Grant would take all the things he had learned from his childhood and use it towards this future of Investigator.
When his exams were up, Grant naturally passed the General exams with flying colors, well above some of his peers. But Grant barely passed the physical exams, slightly below average in his scores, and had difficulty with the strength test. He had never been really good at gaining much weight or muscle like some of the others. But he made up for it in his intellectual abilities.
He’s been praised in the past by his mentors and has been noted to have at least killed twelve Ghouls in his career lifetime. But Grant is not satisfied at being just a First Class Investigator, that is not good enough. He aims to be a Special Class before he has decided to retire. He’s already hit the hallmark of being First Class before he turned thirty, but he was already pushing close to thirty when he did.
This energy had a tendency to mess with his head sometimes, it gave him an aggravating migraine as he was trying to deal with a shadowy Tauros. It had been completely consumed by the shadow and all he could sense from the creature was pain, and other negative emotions. He could barely sense the Pokemon’s heart through it all.
“RAAAH” it screamed in his head because that’s how he heard them in his mind.
“Just stop yelling,” Kamon told it, “I can help Tauros, but you have to be stronger than what’s taking over. Let me help you.”
Blaze was readying up just in case the situation got worse, as the Tauros reared its head ready to charge. Kamon looked at Blaze, “Just hold on, I can fix this.”
Blaze’s back flames were beginning to flare though and Kamon didn’t think he could stop Blaze from trying to protect him if things went south. Tauros wasn’t listening to him. And this energy kept getting in his way. Black clouds swarming in his mind, and an ominous future was fastly approaching. God this was exhausting. He couldn’t keep bringing Pokemon from the shadows only for them to return corrupted.
Tauros began to kick up its back legs.
“Tauros you can…”
………. ……… ……………… …………….
In an instance he was somewhere else. This place felt weird the energy was all different than the one where he was. The room pulsed with a light, eyesight full of purple for a second before his eyes adjusted. The three Legendary dogs, Suicine, Entei, and Raikou. He had met them before when he was on his journey a long time ago. With some man, he could barely make out the silhouette of an individual.
Than more people showed up. A brightly painted girl with pigtails, a frilly skirt, and a sunny disposition. What had been forcefully dragged into? Before he could even commit to an answer the next individual to show up was a sleeping man, who looked scruffy, perhaps older than him.
Before he had time to process that the Elite Four member Sinis appeared, he recognized him from billboards and that damn Pokemon food line Trixie’s Treats for Pokemon. Chestnut brown hair, in a black cloak, leaning some wait on a crutch. Had to be kidding him. There were other Elite Four members that could have been chosen.
The misfits continued to come too. A woman in a red outfit and eyes that said murderer or at least someone who had done unspeakable things, handcuffed mind you, appeared in the room. And then a homeless person. At least it was Kamon was going for because the last individual looked worse than the sleeping man in rugged clothing.
Then before he could address all of that, the mysterious individual began to speak.
“I apologize for the unusual circumstances,” the Mystery Man pauses, “But we had no other choice. We have been looking for strong individuals who can cure the symptoms of these shadows. We have decided to put our trust in you six individuals.”
“You have been chosen to purifying the seven regions and figure out the origins of this strange energy,” the Mystery man told them, “We have chosen you for very specific reasons that make you unique. Every single one of you.”
“This is the time, if any to, to introduce yourselves,” the Mystery Man said, “And ask me any questions you may have.”
The Mystery Man pauses, “The transferring is still a bit glitchy. So I have only been able to select a few of your Pokemon to journey with. I apologize if this will cause you some difficulties in your journey.” He bows his head and the three Legendaries do as well.
Save the world, with these misfits? Sure he could give Sinis the benefit of the doubt. But the others. No there was no way he could feasibly trust that any of them were capable of that. THEN before he had time to respond the sleeping man woke up, mumbling to himself. Till something coherent came out, "Oh. I'm dreaming. That explains Earl better than him being some kinda harbinger of bad things."
When was he going to be able to get a word in edgewise? Did anyone feel like talking? He could feel Blaze beside him.
“Who does this guy think he is?” Blaze asked stepping forward.
“I intend to find out,” Kamon said telepathically.
“I don’t know about any of these guys,” Kamon said, “But that’s exactly what I was doing until you magically brought us here. So I’d like to request you put me back down so I can continue doing what I was doing.”
He owed no one here an explanation of who he was. He owed no one here his loyalty to partner with them. Why interrupt the one person trying to do anything?
Noah
End of the world, huh? Well it was nice knowing the world for as long as he knew it then. Suppose he could still profit off it. People who were scared were willing to sell and give up about just anything if they felt their life was at risk.
And certainly right now it was. The outside looked like a mess, with all that weird black crystals, and storms that messed with his computers sometimes. Gizmo had been using himself to keep feeding the modem when the electricity went out. His little red tail was glowing. While Zap was zipping around in cyberspace.
Ah timer went off, noodles should be done by now. Perfect noodles every time. He’d just keep telling these guys that if they sold all their personal information to him he’d store in a night safe place. Reality was he was going to clear all their banks out.
If this wasn’t the end of the world, and somehow this gets resolved, he be rich. Because these scared fools all threw it at him. It was the perfect plan, something he didn’t really plan to happen. Yet, it fell right into his lap.
About to take a bite when……
…………. …………… ………………… ………… …
He was plummeted into total darkness at first, Gizmo instinctual began providing light with his tail. The hell was he looking at. The worse collection of individuals to make a rock band ever. There was well him, about to take a bit of his noodles. If he put them down now they would get soggy. Should he eat them quickly?
There was a girl with pink hair, is that even natural? Wearing a frilly skirt, and a massive bow. Holy shit that thing was huge, it was bigger than her own head, at least he thought so as a skull sat in the center of it. He continued to hurriedly eating his noodles while looking at the rest.
Some pretty chestnut brunette with turquoise colored eyes and a cloak, like he was some freakin superhero. He looked familiar though, perhaps rich too. Damn he was working on a big project back at the warehouse.
A sleeping guy in a wrinkled suit. Which one of them looked more homeless, him or that sleeping guy, he wondered with a laugh to himself. He continued to slurp down noodles.
Then there was a blond who had the eyes of a murder, and she was in handcuffs. They must be desperate if they chose her and him.
It’s then he noticed the Legendary Beast Dogs and some Mysterious Individual. But he could barely get a good look because it was so damn dark in here. He began to speak. Yaddah yaddah mysterious speech, yaddah yaddah save the world speel. Okay easy to digest enough.
Then he looked up to the hot shot of the group. Dirty brown hair, these eyes that said unnatural freak, pale skin. And already talking hot shot stuff.
He drained his broth and just looked around. Sleeping man was speaking incoherent ramblings about dreams and stuff.
“Well sleeping beauty I am perfectly awake, pretty sure this ain’t a dream,” Noah said, throwing his cup onto the ground, oh right Garbador wasn’t here, eh he’d pick it up later, “Because I don’t want to make this long and stuff. So we’re not stuck wherever we are. My name is Z2.”
If he maybe gave out his name and sped past the introductions then this could go a lot quicker. And he’d have enough time to salvage all his final sales.
You guys are the most awesome set of players ever. Other players would have left by now and you guys have stuck with it and by me and have given me the time to get back into. I appreciate it. I really do. I never lost interest.
So what I am going to do is drop the carnival arc, because tbh your GM doesn't remember where he was going with it. And instead we will actually turn the Silver Snail arc into this first arc. And then we'll sort of branch from there as you begin to look up information about mutant resistance groups.
How does that sound to everyone? And I'd prefer words. I am old. I don't understand your facebook language.
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