SepticGentleman

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

I still live and my shit has been dealt with, the Brotherman is back.

@Horrid

The one living at the top of the hill?

The one with the Brotherman chill pills?

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

I'm real again.

Event will hopefully start tonight to kick shit up.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Your not alone Septic I am Extremely busy with regional track and my brother's graduation this weekend. I propose we take a break and come back Monday?

@Cuddle Pot

Shouldn't be a problem. The tavern scene can move along at any pace we're all comfortable with. Besides, I'll be launching an event relatively soon.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Making a note here that I'm not gonna be directly abailable for most of tomorrow, have to help out with construction of a house. You folks just do your do while I'm out.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Thomas and Marcel

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November 18, 8:56 PM
West Commons, The Pale Horse

Thomas was a little taken aback by the mole-man's appearance, more so than his question. Not the strangest Voldoan around but, still enough to startle him. And the question, bold as it was to ask...

"That's..." Thomas replied quietly, "I'm... not permitted to speak of that."

Marcel's nose twitched for a second. "Ah, yes, sorry." He paused for a moment longer, nodding to the server as he received his coffee. "Merci."

He turned back to Thomas, stirring the sugar in his coffee with one of his long, ivory-white nails. "But, would permit saying, how you say, story?" He sipped his coffee, staring intently into Thomas' eyes with his own unnervingly blank mole-eyes. "I miss the underground very much, you see. Do you see, in your "Undercity", eh... taupe personnes?"

"How about..." Thomas replied, raising a hand very slightly, "We start with introductions... and then I will tell you what I am allowed to tell you?"

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

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Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Hell, soon he'll have enough characters to run his own rp, I fear we may be on the cusp of a singularity my esteemed colleagues.

@The Fox Without

You may be right.

I need to start murdering people.
_{No not really.}

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

I think I need to change Morgan's font color, can y'all read that?

@The Fox Without

I'm not gonna lie, I had to zoom in.

Also, slight note, Baldwin came in after 8 but Morgan's listed as two hours behind.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Thomas Marborough

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November 18, 4:13 PM
West Commons

"I actually started a week ago." Thomas replied to Dolce, as he set up a few holding rings on either side of the leg's bend. "But I know enough about Flesh Golems already. I, uh... I used to help my mother build them."

He began setting a few of the rods the other Engineer had brought him, helping to straighten out the bend. Once all four were in place, he took the most peculiar tool the Engineer had brought him; a spraying canister of some sort.

"And I wouldn't say it's enjoyable, but... it's definitely safer."

He began spraying the Flesh Golem's organic segments with the faint red mist in the canister. Almost immediately, the meat began to quiver and stretch, creeping up and down the new components, overlapping them, reinforcing them.

Thomas stood up, and slowly but surely, so did the Flesh Golem. It rose up from the ground, bellowing lowly. And its leg was holding together nicely. Thomas and Dolce both stood aside as the Flesh Golem bellowed once more and began its stride through the streets once again. Dolce seemed to own a look of genuine gladness at the construct's repair.

Thomas watched the Flesh Golem wander off. After a moment he turned back down to Dolce and said, "Well... that's done. It was, uh... a pleasure meeting you."

"Likewise." Dolce replied, bowing her head ever slightly.

Thomas nodded. "Take care." He said as he turned, and the two parted ways.

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November 18, 8:50 PM
West Commons, The Pale Horse

Thomas had spent the rest of his afternoon wandering the other districts, getting a feel for places he'd yet to visit. The wonderful, enchanting greenery of Arboretum, the varied nonhumans of the East Commons, and the mundane but lively vibe of the Market. All good fun, but he eventually wound up back in the West Commons. Just seemed like the place to be for a lot of folks.

He was feeling a little famished at the time so, he searched for a place to have his dinner. And he found it in the form of a tavern that, given the very positive talk he'd picked up during his first week, seemed like he should finally visit.

The Pale Horse.

Hopefully the Voldoan population inside wouldn't mind having an Engineer among them. Thomas, only the slightest bit hesitant, walked in through the front door.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Deadpixel and I will be working on a collab post soon, also I'm thinking of making another character, if I'm allowed.

@TheMusketMan

You kidding? Pixel already has freakin' eight. You can make as many as you can handle.