tigersloth

Ban the Person above you

banned bc foster had my back and I was unaware

Ban the Person above you

sloth sighs, wearily bringing the gavel down, "banned"

Ban the Person above you

oh look, banned

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

Information for sale, although I'll be doing some investigation of my own. This could prove useful to a certain detective or killer, who knows.

For Honor Tournament!

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ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪsᴏ // cyber-dystopian sandbox

could be interesting .. dope art!

Ban the Person above you

banned because I was notified of 40 new posts here and it's still you I'm dealing with

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

Nov 1, 2017 - the Serpent's Lair - 12:45pm

Sloth entered the Den, embracing the familiar warmth of this second home, recognizing a few faces around the room. First was the hulking mass of the hallucinogen junkie detective Solomon Firenz, and he didn't need to see his face to know it was him, he was leaning on the bar talking to Andria, Mabel's help for the last couple years. Sloth didn't have a problem with Solomon, he helped track down folks, kids especially, mostly from the Slums, and for that he had his respect. They didn't cross paths much, but when they did it was always civil, Sloth had even scored him some military grade LSD back in the day. With their fields of work though it was better they didn't interact much, although Sloth was always available for information if he could cough up the change if it wasn't already blown on drugs. Next was Andria Fenter, known as Drake in select circles, Sloth didn't mind her too much either, anyone helping out Ms Mabel was okay in his book. It was nice for Mabel to have a female companion around, keep her a little soft around the edges where'd she'd gone hard. Andria was young but she was a damn good mechanic and possessed another set of skills he admired, he saw her like a younger sister, but would never tell her, so he always made sure he watched out for her.

Giving a silent nod to Mabel he started walking towards the bar when out of the corner of his eye he saw the figure of Benril Mangus sitting at a table in the corner of the room with his back towards him. It had been two years since he'd last seen or heard of him and the memory of him giving Mabel a hard time set a fire inside. He turned and walked towards Benril's unsuspecting figure, the air in the bar grew cold and fell silent. When he was within arm's reach Benril finally noticed something was amiss but it was too late, Sloth grabbed the back of Benril's collar and picked him up out of his chair slamming him face down on the table he was sitting at, exposing his legs and a piece of paper mashed into his back pocket, a bit of blood pooling from his mouth. Pulling out his knife he pressed the cold blade against the jugular of Benril, his right on the blade caressing his throat and the other gripping his collar from behind. He leaned his covered face in next to his right ear and spoke coldly. "I should slit your throat right here but I'd hate to mess up Ma's place, how about we take a walk out back, introduce you to some of my friends?"

"Y-y-y-yy-yo yo, b-b-b-b-be-cool man" Mangus stuttered best he could, feeling the metal draw blood from his neck. He was taken by surprise and today was already hard enough, there were rumors going around his name was on the board and this guy wasn't even a killer, but .. friends sent chills down his spine.

Sloth was about to march Benril outside when he caught a look from Mabel, only she could have prevented what was about to happen.
"And what the fuck do we have here?" Sloth exclaimed, keeping his left hand on the man's collar while returning his knife to it's sheath, first cleaning it on Benril's cheek. He reached down and took the crumpled paper from his back pocket, opened it, read it, and stashed it in his own jacket. He left the lucky man bent over the table with a streak of blood across his face and took a seat at the end of the bar, opposite where the commotion took place. "Yo Andria, could I get a water?" ( he can drink through his mask) talking as if the incident never occurred, the menace leaving his voice.

Lands of Lhivoria

"better, thank you."

As the words left her mouth the man behind the podium began his delivery. "We've summoned you this day, to address the sudden influx of refuges that hail from Arngrim." So this explains the crowd, Yyma thought. The man continued on, his obnoxious tone and loudness was to Yyma a rather poor attempt to feign deceit, but he listened on intently until, "They speak of magic, and mayhem.." the man continued on but Yyma began to spin, magic and mayhem, magic and mayhem, the phrase caused his mind to spiral. Why was this so familiar, what was this feeling, an existential dread came over him.. magic and mayhem, magic and mayhem, darkness creeped about his mind's eye, over and over the tapeloop ran. Visions began manifesting themselves within his mind, the reflections of metal, fire, fire everywhere, a woman, who was that woman. "That woman, who was that- the thought was interrupted as the visions intensified, the smell of blood, bodies littered across the earth, armoured men hacking and slashing at anyone within reach. Fumbling for the artefact around his neck his fingers finally managed to grip the magical heirloom, immediately dissolving the daymare and bringing him back into his being, albeit disturbed. He remembered something, that woman, a tale his grandfather told, it was slowly coming back to him, but as it was he saw the woman he assisted marching fists clenched towards the man delivering the speech. "Oh no" he thought silently, she must be from Arngrim.

Not willing to further expose himself if anyone did notice the interaction earlier, Yyma instead took position to maintain a clear line of sight of the girl, he would ensure her protection. Inhaling deeply he grounded himself and using pranayam unlocked internal gates to heighten his awareness and focus. Playing out a multitude of scenarios in his mind with renewed focus and keeping both hands together on the center of his chest for ease of access to the artefact, Yyma awaited for the unfolding of events releasing all internal resistance for what was to come.

[Hollow Earth Aftermath] Urban Creatures: Contracts (Died of Natural Causes)

okay cool that was my follow up question, have something up soon writing now, 1 post priority over this