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Post by nuggies on Sept 23, 2020 23:13:14 GMT -5
>ask loudly about the skulls
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Post by Eversor on Sept 24, 2020 0:37:33 GMT -5
>Look to see if the coffee mug has one of those fun little demotivational quotes on it.
Like... "This mug is filled with whiskey, or "#3 Boss" on it.
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Post by tronntronn on Sept 24, 2020 12:33:56 GMT -5
>Introduce yourself. This guy is the key to...what, exactly?
>Stand in a spot that conveniently blocks the exceptionally phallic statue from view during the entire narrative.
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Post by thedudeguy on Sept 29, 2020 13:52:27 GMT -5
Take a big ‘ol whiff of that burnt bean juice
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Post by Fish on Oct 3, 2020 3:38:45 GMT -5
 Oh no, it is one of those mugs.  You try to think of something to say about it, but the smell of coffee is too overpowering for you to focus. Maybe you need another topic. Your eyes land on the unsettling number of skulls in the room behind this guy.  "You sure have a lot of skulls, huh?" The man blinks at you and takes a drink from his mug. "My name's Lalo. Do you collect all this stuff?" He has not lowered the mug from his face. Your palms feel sweaty. Should you let him respond at his own pace, or is there something else you can mention to fill this silence? You think keeping quiet is the best solution, but you're already asking another question.  "So, you're the, uh, what are you the key to?"  "Hmm. The key?"
The man blinks at you. You wonder when the last time he slept is. He looks tired despite bean juice in his mug. "I have many keys..."
That's not what he's asking about, Crow. You're looking for 'The Key,' right Lalo? You're not sure where the new voice is coming from. It almost sounds like it's coming from inside your head. Unsettling.  It's not so bad once you're used to it.
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Post by fuzzysocks on Oct 3, 2020 19:19:02 GMT -5
Oh nice, a cat. A weird one at that. Clearly nothing else, or anything we should be worried about.
Pet it.
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Post by Eversor on Oct 3, 2020 23:24:06 GMT -5
Is this a ratatouille situation?
Is the little cat piloting Coffee-man?
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Post by thedudeguy on Oct 4, 2020 0:27:09 GMT -5
Little creature: Get deep in the paint and treat the mug like your own personal hot tub
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Post by tronntronn on Oct 4, 2020 12:42:55 GMT -5
>Well you're here more for a crystal than a key really. Can you please have one?
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Post by Fish on Oct 4, 2020 17:49:13 GMT -5
 You reach down to pet the weird cat thing, but you pet Crow instead. Uhhh, nailed it, sure.  Wow, you sure pet him! Good job!
You remove your hand from Crow's head and straighten up. "I was, uh. I was wondering if I could have a crystal, actually."  So forward!
You're not sure this counts as being forward, but you give this thing the benefit of the doubt. Nothing personal, but I only give my crystals to people I personally know.
That sounds pretty personal to you, but whatever. |
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Post by Eversor on Oct 4, 2020 23:32:54 GMT -5
>Get Personal
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Post by fuzzysocks on Oct 5, 2020 3:35:05 GMT -5
Well then, lets get to know each other! You, me, the weird cat, let's play Fantasy Apples to Apples.
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Post by tronntronn on Oct 5, 2020 12:36:40 GMT -5
>Fiddle with all the junk in the shop and ask what they're for.
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Post by thedudeguy on Oct 5, 2020 21:14:51 GMT -5
ENGAGE THE ACQUAINTANCE MATRIX AND GET TO KNOW THESE FINE INDIVIDUALS
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Post by Fish on Oct 8, 2020 17:33:32 GMT -5
 The what matrix???  HOLY FUCK, THE ACQUAINTANCE MATRIX  AAAAA???  How about we don't use the Acquaintance Matrix until you've met more of my friends, ok?
You remain silent, still in shock from the sudden appearance of this arcane relationship chart and its complete lack of a key. Luckily, the strange creature mistakes your confused silence as a sort of negotiating tactic. Tell you what. I'll give you that crystal you want on the conditions that you disengage the Acquaintance Matrix and get my pal Sid to come back from the bar.
"Yeah, uh, sure. Ok." The chart disappears and the three of you stand in complete silence for at least a minute. Crow motions for you to step inside before pulling the door shut and heading further into his shop. You decide to follow.  "So, uh, what kind of shop is this?" "Hmm. A magic shop."Well, that was informative.  Hey, just because you pet Crow doesn't mean he's a cat.
"...That is correct. I am not a cat."
Fantasy Apples to Apples sounds cool, though. Actually, forget about getting Sid back from the bar, let's just do whatever that is.
"Hmm. No. I just managed negotiating Emii to bed. It took an hour."
Alright, alright, the bar scene is back on.
The casual conversation between these two comforts you. Partially because you're gaining insight into who these two are but also because Crow's answers mean he's not brushing you off with his responses; he's just weird in general. Who puts their kid to bed this close to dawn? Why is he even worrying about bedtimes at this point?  "I'm honestly curious about some of the merchandise you have here, Crow. Is it hard to find some of them in a quiet city like this?" Crow looks over from his new location behind a counter and tilts his head to the side. The numerous charms and pendants he wears clink together as he considers your question.  "No."
He straightens up and pulls down on what you assume is a lever. "I designed my shop to address that issue as well as several others. I would rather not explain them now. I need to locate my coffee."
You're about to point out that he set his coffee mug down on a crate a few feet away from you, but the faint sound of voices catches your attention. It sounds like they're coming from outside the shop. It would be so much easier to know what is going on right now if there wasn't so much junk piled up in front of the main window. Yeah, it's not a great business model, either, but who's gunna clean this place up? Not Crow, that's for sure.
The little thing is on your shoulder now. You open your mouth to reply, but realize that you've got no idea what his name is. Oh yeah, right! The name's Raz. Now, come on and open up that door! You're gunna love this. |
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