Thatguyinastore

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The goat thing had entirely been ignored by Negan. Really, everything else was ignored for the moment - aside from the dipshit puppet who'd procured his dear old Lucille. The thing's downright strange mannerisms and, bluntly put, "weirdo behavior", was more than enough to deter Negan from wanting to have extended interaction with it. The way he talked was just... strange - stranger than anything Negan himself had ever seen. And he'd seen some pretty fuckin' weird shit in his time.

But... ultimately, Lucille had been handed back to him. He smiled then, a genuine one this time. No words were spoken as the barbed bad had fallen back into his grasp - but she was given a good twirl, and said twirl was accompanied by a dry chuckle.

"You, sir," Negan paused to give Lucille another good twirl, and she was instead pointed at Spamton. He nodded once, "Have made a damn fine decision." And after that, Negan rested the bat up on his shoulder and turned away from the group. He didn't really give two fucks about what anyone else had to say - not at the moment, at least.



And as Negan walked away, he began to whistle. Eventually, he'd found a corner to call his own, which he promptly leaned against while crossing his arms.
@ClownTown @thosearound

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Before Negan could even continue to address the puppet who had procured his dear old Lucille, that dumbass kid who'd thought it best to try and hurt her earlier had opened his dumbass mouth yet again. And this time, it was to persuade the puppet thing to not give her back to him. Immediately, Negan's smile twisted into a frown, and he slowly turned to face Fret. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth was curled into a frown. Generally speaking, Negan did not look happy.



"Kid," Negan spoke in a tone that was just barely above a whisper. It was quite different from the grandiose, over the top presence he'd been presenting thus far. It was almost like he was an entirely different man. "You are really... really, pushin' some buttons that you do not wanna press right now." Negan took a single step toward him, closing the difference between them ever so slightly. Slowly, his arm was raised. For a moment, he pointed pointed at his head... only to slooowly move it to the side. "If I were you, I'd walk aaaallll the way to the other end of this here cage, and keep my damn mouth shut while the adults talk."

With that, Negan turned away, although the glare hung on him for a good few moments. It wasn't until he'd fully turned that he finally looked away completely, his eyes now meeting Spamton's yet again. His glare was gone, replaced by a look of... bemusement, if anything, as the puppet began to sell try and sell Lucille like it was a used car. By the time he'd finished, Negan's eyes were a lot more wide - and perhaps more importantly - the smile had returned.

"Now..." Negan clasped his hands together as he began to walk toward Spamton. "I have no idea what the everliving shit a 'Kromer' is- and unfortunately, cash ain't exactly somethin' I carry on me," Negan was smart enough by now to realize that this wasn't his own world. If the talking rat hadn't given that away, then the magic gun that shot gigantic stop signs most certainly did. However, he didn't have the energy (nor the fucks to give) to outright explain what walkers were and how they worked. "So instead... I'll cut you a better deal!"

"You," Negan outstretched his arm and briefly pointed at Spamton, before ultimately withdrawing it like a fishing rod reeling in an empty line. "Are gonna give me my bat back! And in turn, I," Negan then thumbed to himself. "Will not kick y'er Raggedy Ann ass all the way across this here cage!" For effect, Negan pointed to the cage around him with a single hand.

He finally clasped his hands together and began to slowly pace toward Spamton.

"So... whaddya say? Are you gonna be a good Samaritan and give her back?"

He took another step, now standing right above the four foot tall puppet. Negan squat down so he could get at eye level with him, smiling right into his eyes. One of his hands went out, only to fall into a rest on Spamton's shoulder. And then? Well, then, Negan squeezed.

"Or am I gonna have to show these... fine people what a puppet looks like with its wooden head caved in?"

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Gotham City: Alleyways

Interactions: @teapartybs

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The masked woman in question seemed a bit confused by Saibh's response. Her expression softened from that smirk, and she lowered herself to a sitting position. Her legs dangled over the railing, right above the trashcan at the other end. She swung them back and forth as she leaned forward and rested her arms against the railing as well - with one dangling over the side akin to her legs.



"Sooo... you just woke up here? In the alley?" she seemed a bit concerned as she blinked, "That's... not good, no."

The woman pursed her lips and thought for a moment.

"Can you remember the last thing you were doing before you woke up?"

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Marco Diaz

Location - Metropolis Park
Mood - Confused
Status - Healthy and Unharmed
Interactions - @TheElenaFisher @Boltbeam

"Yeah..." Marco ultimately nodded in response to her while continuing to rub his neck. "Guess I wasn't too subtle about it, huh?" And how could he be? Star was... well, she was the most important person in his life now. And that wasn't hyperbole of any sort. After everything they'd been through - after all the adventures that they'd gone on... he couldn't imagine life without her. He just couldn't.

"But it's uh... it's nice to meet you too, I guess," he shrugged before looking around their general area. He hadn't actually taken the time to look around the place before now. He... didn't recognize this place at all, actually. He glanced back to her, "Looks like we're in some kinda park..." Marco blinked and gave one more look around, "Not any park I recognize, though-"

Marco turned after that, upon hearing the approach of someone new. He hadn't noticed the girl before - having been far too lost in his concern for his lost girlfriend. But now, things had calmed down, and he was able to talk to her without bombarding his own conversation with a heap of sniffles and stuttering. That fact was definitely one which was for the best. After all - Marco knew better than anyone that they'd never get anywhere if he just constantly wallowed in his own self-pity. He was sad, sure, but there was very clearly more going on than what he'd first thought.

"It's fine," Marco replied, holding up a hand. He rested his hands on his hips then, before nodding. "Yeah. Luna and I were just saying the same thing." A hand was outstretched toward Hameln. "I'm Marco, by the way."

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Marco Diaz

Location - Metropolis Park
Mood - A Bit Embarrassed
Status - Healthy and Unharmed
Interactions - @TheElenaFisher @Boltbeam

"O-oh... uhhhh...."

Wow. Marco had not been expecting a question like that. He guessed that he should've seen it coming, really - I mean it only made sense, what with how distraught he seemed to be over her. But... wow! Talk about putting somebody on the spot like that. Marco's face had almost immediately turned red upon being asked such a question, and his breathing seemed to pick up a bit as well. He was fine that Star and him were a couple now - more than fine, actually! But... like. Geez, man.

"Y-yeah... I- uh. I guess..." Marco looked away from Lunafreya and began to rub at the back of his neck a little bit. He tried to think of a good way to segue into another topic - but luckily, she'd done the work for him. A small sigh of relief escaped Marco as he then turned back, seemingly willing to look the woman in the eyes once more. Thank gosh they were off that topic.

"M-Marco," the teen responded in a nervous tone - which had just been unfortunately left over following their previous topic of conversation. "Marco Diaz. It's uh... it's nice to meet you, Luna."

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"Only a fool indeed..."

As it turned out, Negan was not out for very long at all. The man had taken worse hits before, after all. The stop sign was... a new one, sure, he'd give it that. But did it hit harder than a lead pipe to the side of your skull? No. Not in the slightest.

And what did Negan wake up to, other than some puppet fuck trying to steal dear old Lucille. Negan was far passed questioning appearances at this point - the talking rat had done enough in the way of that. No, no. All Negan cared about now was making sure that some conman didn't try and poach his dear old Lucille. But as things seemed, that was exactly the case. And before long, Negan was standing over Spamton's head. The asshole was pretty damn tall for a puppet, but even so, Negan had a few good inches on him. He gave him a moment to bask in Lucille's greatness, before finally clearing his throat,

"'Scuse me!" Negan called out to the living puppet as he paced over to him. He'd put on his best shit-eating grin once more. Oh, how he loved this part of the job. Should he be able to shit, then Negan could only hope that Spamton was doing so in those oddly form fitting pants of his. "But I do believe that there bat belongs to me!" Negan proceeded to click his tongue and then thumb toward himself. The arm soon fell down to his side, before being offered outward moments later.

"So if you could kindly get y'er termite-infested hand off of 'er, then that would be greatly appreciated."

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Hoo boy. Now came the hard part...

He supposed it was inevitable that Sarah would ask such a question. After all, he'd very clearly aged in the twenty odd years since... well, you know. Sarah was still a little girl - hadn't aged a day since then. It only made sense that these kinds of questions would be asked. That didn't make them any easier to answer, though. He'd just gotten her back. The last thing that he wanted to do was scare her - or even worse, scare her off.

"...twenty years."

Joel's response was short and gruff. He hadn't even looked her in the eye when he'd said it. How could he? So much shit had happened since then. The crying had stopped by now (due in part to all the dumbass fighting that had just gone on). But that parenting anxiety... the kind that made you second guess everything you said. It was something that Joel had missed - but at the same time, it was something that he never wished to encounter again.

Eventually, though, his eyes did find his daughter's once more. And then, Joel managed a small yet noticeable smile.

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"WHAT THE HELL-"

welp.

BAM!!

Negan didn't even have any time to think - let alone react - as Sougo's magic stop sign smacked him right in the face and sent him flying back. His back ultimately struck the glass cage with a thud, and all that could escape Negan after that was a soft groan. That groan turned into a whimper soon after, and as his grip loosened around Lucille, both she and her hit the ground with another thud and a clnk-clnk! respectively.

For the time being, at least, Negan seemed like he was out cold.

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Had it not been for him shouting like a total dumbass, then the boy might've actually gotten the jump on Negan! But alas (for him that is), that was as far from the case as one could get. Because as soon as he came slashing forward with that attack toward his bat, Negan just barely managed to stumble back and out of the way. However, due to the sudden shift in weight, Negan wasn't able to hold his balance for very long, and as such had fallen over within seconds.

"NO!"

Negan shouted this at the top of his lungs after immediately leaping back up to his feet. No attacks were made - however what he did do was angrily point Lucille right in Tousai's face. The smile was gone - replaced by a look that could only read as animalistic anger. And with said look came an equally animalistic growl, as well as a shake of Negan's head,

"Ohhh... no..."

And then, Negan began to back away for a moment, practically forcing out a smile as well as a chuckle. The bearded man shook his head then, while wiping down his cheek with one of his gloved hands...

And then almost on a heel, Negan turned and charged forward with a swing, aiming to bash that little shit's skull in.

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Ellie

Location - The Daily Planet
Mood - Slightly Anxious
Status - Healthy and Unharmed
Interactions - @Cloaked

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Ellie watched closely as the other man tucked his newspaper away inside of his satchel. Huh... so people carried stuff around in bags here too, huh? Not that it was even remotely close to the kinds of things people had to carry around back home. Yeah, she doubted that there were any arrows, guns, or knives in that small ass bag. Probably just a bunch of ultimately useless crap like - well, newspapers. Ellie tried to shrug as subtly as possible to hide her own backpack from Jed's view. After all, the last thing she needed was some reporter dude knowing she was packing heat with various highly illegal weapons. Not that... ya know, she actually KNEW they were illegal.

"Uhhh- Boston!" came Ellie's almost immediate response to his question. It was the first thing she thought of, and it soon hit her how stupid that sounded. Ya know, especially after saying that she wasn't used to cities. Ellie cleared her throat after that, hoping to cover her tracks at least somewhat. "Y-yeah... ya know I'm just from the uh... the slums... 'n shit."

Nice save there, Ellie. Nice save.