Bullion's scent trails all the way to the sewage vent before mingling with Nikita's reeking smoke.
Mildred arrives at the scene moments behind George, Alexzander, and presumably the rest of Squad Obsidian. Poultice Maid and Mortar Butler silently take up the rear of the procession. The First Lieutenant of Alabaster eyes the portal distastefully, probing it with the tip of her folded parasol.
Mildred: "The Undercity? I am not looking forward to this."
The young dreadlocked man continues his jaunt through the alleyway. The passage darkens the farther it stretches beyond the bazaar. Nikita pauses for a moment to rifle through his jacket pocket. He retrieves a lighter and a crudely rolled cigarette which he promptly employs. A small fiery cherry and a plume of smoke make it easy enough to pinpoint his location in the dusk, in case his stench wasn't enough of a beacon. After walking the equivalent of a city block, the man stops in the middle of the alleyway. He checks to see if the coast is clear before opening a sewage grate and squeezing his way through the portal.
This pretty much sums up my thoughts on the election. And I second Abby's choice of title - we don't want to talk about it and the slogan parody streak was broken anyway.
George: "Is that right? So I take it you didn't join the organization to get rich?"
The conversation at the front counter continues.
Nikita: "You didn't sell all of them, Bro. There's more under the counter. I used to work here, remember?"
Head Clerk: "Those are preorders, Nik. Can't sell one to you unless you reserved ahead of time and plunked down that cash. But if one of them isn't picked up a week from now it's fair game."
Nikita: "Cash? Well check out this *****!"
With a slow windmill slam, Nikita slaps a sizable misshapen lump of gold onto the counter. The head clerk's jaw drops at the sight.
Nikita: "That's right, I'm making the real ***** now. I was ready to hook you up with the real connection, but you're still in Corporate Crony Mode."
Head Clerk: "Wha..."
Nikita: "Smell you later."
Nikita scoops up his gold and walks out the door, the stench of burnt herb in his wake. He casually passes the Weedle as he heads down the alley.
After making the successful transaction, George looks in awe at his prize that was so generously paid for by Alexzander.
George: "Thanks a lot, friend. I'll totally get you back. By the way, I didn't get your name."
Just seconds after making their purchase, a shabbily dressed man in dreadlocks saunters up to the counter and greets the head clerk. The man's hair and clothing reeks of a particular burnt herb.
Dreadlocks: "Hey, hey! What is happening, my man?"
*fist bumps the head clerk*
Head Clerk: "How's it hanging, Nikita?"
Nikita: "Just got paid some real zinny, brother. Thought I'd splurge and pick up one a those er Than Editions."
Head Clerk: "Sorry, Nik just sold the last one."
Nikita: "You got to be *****ting me, man! Sold out already?"
George: "Pretty stoked. She may not look too enthusiastic all the time, but behind closed doors...
"So you'll spot me for the Lesh'rock? That's awesome! I'm sure I'll have more than enough to get you back after we find that cat and get our reward. Might as well go all out and snag a er Than Edition before they sell out. My girl is all about the .
*shouts at the head clerk*
"Hey there, how much for the deluxe edition?"
Head Clerk: "Your SOOOOUL!"
George:
Head Clerk: "Or 1,000,000 Zinos. It's a limited edition of only 665 Multiversewide. And most of them are taken up by preorders. Got one left, Mr. Pearly Whites. Get it before it's gone."
A. Buy the Deluxe album for George to give to his secret girlfriend.
B. Spot him a few extra zinos so he can buy the Standard Edition.
C. Tell him to settle for Makeshift Mannequin.
D. Ask more about his girlfriend.
E. Leave this distraction and get back to the task at hand.
@Wisdom Teeth: I had my wisdom teeth removed a long time ago, oddly enough I only had three of them instead of a full set.
My recount of the experience:
Sat in chair with a view of the city.
Had gas mask put on, told to breath deeply.
Found myself in the living room of my house with the rest of my family. Everyone was overjoyed that my younger brother finally cut his hair.
Suddenly found myself lying on a bed in a strange room with a mouthful of gauze.
Got driven home to discover my brother did NOT cut his hair and that he never would (the only member of a quartet of brothers who didn't go bald in adulthood).
Chilled on the couch for the rest of the day watching Game Show Network and Serial Experiments LAIN. Drank plenty of fluids, might have had some pudding?
Went back to work the following afternoon with no complications. Overall not too bad an experience.
@SecretSanta: I've always enjoyed it and look forward to participating again this year.
@Sharpie's Latest Quiz: I failed pretty hard on that one, but enjoyed it nonetheless.
A young lady can be seen hoisting an overstuffed plushie depicting a cat dressed in Orzhov finery. She gives it a big bear hug.
Enthused Girl: "Isn't Buurechan the CUTEST?"
A booming voice rings out from behind the front counter:
Head Clerk: "IT'S HERE!"
A cluster of predominantly dark-clad customers migrate towards the register whilst conversing.
"Is this really happening?"
"Best believe, my brother in darkness."
"He actually put out an album? Didn't some 30,000 year old dragon destroyed his soul or something?"
"That's the official story. But Umbral Metal never dies, and he's as Umbral as it gets."
Head Clerk: "Alright, creatures of the night: LESH'ROCK!"
The head clerk triumphantly displays the highly anticipated new album from the undisputed king of Umbral Metal - Lesh'rock. His latest album entitled Smell the Gauntlet is his first release in nearly a century. It is available in both vinyl and compact disc. And there is even a very limited number of Boiling Angst exclusive " er Than " editions that come with a functional reproduction of Lesh'rock's gauntlet.☆
The album proceeds to sell like hotcakes.
George: "Wow! Lidi- ummm, my lady friend would love that! But alas, I can't afford it."
☆: Technically it can be used to amplify any color, but those lucky enough to get one would surely chose .
"Brody" is Ambrose and he isn't near any drapes at the moment or in the Jeevescake Factory for that matter. Last we checked he was browsing around that curio shop across from Boiling Angst (the GreyCorps equivalent to Hot Topic).
Lamont: "Yeah, we're talking through the 'fourth wall'. Kinda easy since there's a hole in it big enough for me to walk through. This place is long overdue for some maintenance if you ask me.
"So, no Cake Making Aurora? Well that's terrific. Knowing my luck Brody probably got to her too.
*takes another swig from his flask, then saunters back towards the "RP" side of the wall while rattling off his to-do list*
"Get a Mythic Rare Turtle Cake for the mighty Kankennon, find someone to replace the Glowworm, and douse the burning drapery.
"...BURNING DRAPERY? As if my day couldn't get any worse."
It's hard for me to pick just one, but I'd say one of my favorite creatures is Tidehollow Sculler. This guy provides real value: information, hand disruption, and an early attacker all for the low price of WB. Plus the temporary confiscation of my opponent's card jut oozes with flavor; Scully sits on their card and dares them to try and take it back.
flavor; Scully sits on their card and dares them to try and take it back.
George: "Seriously, you'd do that for me? Think it would work?"
Mildred cocked her head in George's direction.
Mildred: "Veloci Butler, do you have something to report?"
George: "No, Millie *ahem* I mean no, ma'am."
Mildred arrives at the scene moments behind George, Alexzander, and presumably the rest of Squad Obsidian. Poultice Maid and Mortar Butler silently take up the rear of the procession. The First Lieutenant of Alabaster eyes the portal distastefully, probing it with the tip of her folded parasol.
Mildred: "The Undercity? I am not looking forward to this."
The conversation at the front counter continues.
Nikita: "You didn't sell all of them, Bro. There's more under the counter. I used to work here, remember?"
Head Clerk: "Those are preorders, Nik. Can't sell one to you unless you reserved ahead of time and plunked down that cash. But if one of them isn't picked up a week from now it's fair game."
Nikita: "Cash? Well check out this *****!"
With a slow windmill slam, Nikita slaps a sizable misshapen lump of gold onto the counter. The head clerk's jaw drops at the sight.
Nikita: "That's right, I'm making the real ***** now. I was ready to hook you up with the real connection, but you're still in Corporate Crony Mode."
Head Clerk: "Wha..."
Nikita: "Smell you later."
Nikita scoops up his gold and walks out the door, the stench of burnt herb in his wake. He casually passes the Weedle as he heads down the alley.
George: "Thanks a lot, friend. I'll totally get you back. By the way, I didn't get your name."
Just seconds after making their purchase, a shabbily dressed man in dreadlocks saunters up to the counter and greets the head clerk. The man's hair and clothing reeks of a particular burnt herb.
Dreadlocks: "Hey, hey! What is happening, my man?"
*fist bumps the head clerk*
Head Clerk: "How's it hanging, Nikita?"
Nikita: "Just got paid some real zinny, brother. Thought I'd splurge and pick up one a those
Head Clerk: "Sorry, Nik just sold the last one."
Nikita: "You got to be *****ting me, man! Sold out already?"
"So you'll spot me for the Lesh'rock? That's awesome! I'm sure I'll have more than enough to get you back after we find that cat and get our reward. Might as well go all out and snag a
*shouts at the head clerk*
"Hey there, how much for the deluxe edition?"
Head Clerk: "Your SOOOOUL!"
George:
Head Clerk: "Or 1,000,000 Zinos. It's a limited edition of only 665 Multiversewide. And most of them are taken up by preorders. Got one left, Mr. Pearly Whites. Get it before it's gone."
A. Buy the Deluxe album for George to give to his secret girlfriend.
B. Spot him a few extra zinos so he can buy the Standard Edition.
C. Tell him to settle for Makeshift Mannequin.
D. Ask more about his girlfriend.
E. Leave this distraction and get back to the task at hand.
F. None of the above.
Mildred: "Mister...I don't believe I caught your name, has your familiar found something?"
My recount of the experience:
Sat in chair with a view of the city.
Had gas mask put on, told to breath deeply.
Found myself in the living room of my house with the rest of my family. Everyone was overjoyed that my younger brother finally cut his hair.
Suddenly found myself lying on a bed in a strange room with a mouthful of gauze.
Got driven home to discover my brother did NOT cut his hair and that he never would (the only member of a quartet of brothers who didn't go bald in adulthood).
Chilled on the couch for the rest of the day watching Game Show Network and Serial Experiments LAIN. Drank plenty of fluids, might have had some pudding?
Went back to work the following afternoon with no complications. Overall not too bad an experience.
@SecretSanta: I've always enjoyed it and look forward to participating again this year.
@Sharpie's Latest Quiz: I failed pretty hard on that one, but enjoyed it nonetheless.
Enthused Girl: "Isn't Buurechan the CUTEST?"
A booming voice rings out from behind the front counter:
Head Clerk: "IT'S HERE!"
A cluster of predominantly dark-clad customers migrate towards the register whilst conversing.
"Is this really happening?"
"Best believe, my brother in darkness."
"He actually put out an album? Didn't some 30,000 year old dragon destroyed his soul or something?"
"That's the official story. But Umbral Metal never dies, and he's as Umbral as it gets."
Head Clerk: "Alright, creatures of the night: LESH'ROCK!"
The head clerk triumphantly displays the highly anticipated new album from the undisputed king of Umbral Metal - Lesh'rock. His latest album entitled Smell the Gauntlet is his first release in nearly a century. It is available in both vinyl and compact disc. And there is even a very limited number of Boiling Angst exclusive "
The album proceeds to sell like hotcakes.
George: "Wow! Lidi- ummm, my lady friend would love that! But alas, I can't afford it."
☆: Technically it can be used to amplify any color, but those lucky enough to get one would surely chose
George continues browsing.
George: "No Slipknot...and no cats. Maybe I should stick with Makeshift Mannequin?"
A random customer squeals in excitement.
"AWWW! KAWAII NEKO!"
*thumbs through a few more vinyls*
"Oh, here's the Umbral section! Hmmmm...Makeshift Mannequin? They look kind of metal."
"So, no Cake Making Aurora? Well that's terrific. Knowing my luck Brody probably got to her too.
*takes another swig from his flask, then saunters back towards the "RP" side of the wall while rattling off his to-do list*
"Get a Mythic Rare Turtle Cake for the mighty Kankennon, find someone to replace the Glowworm, and douse the burning drapery.
"...BURNING DRAPERY? As if my day couldn't get any worse."