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[stray_cat_strut]

The information he had been given was hazy at best. He did, however, manage to put on the necklace and make his way outside the bay with the envelope of money in one hand and the phone device in the other. Standing just outside the bay the shaggy haired sweeper with “XIII” tattood just under his left collar bone slowly held the device up and pushed the button.

“So hungry…” There was a slight pause before he simply tipped over face first into the ground with a loud thump. The sound of his stomach rumbling immediately followed before the audio cut out.

[feel free to poke him, prod him, trip over him or feed him, if no one claims the feeding part him I’ll have an NPC do it. Action and Audio replies are both welcome]

Comments

[stray_cat_strut]

"I am but there's better ways of finding food than digging through garbage and making yourself sick on week old mayonnaise," he says so like he's experienced. "I don't play any instruments. I guess I could do some trick shooting but I can't be sure the gains will offset the price of bullets."

"You mean like assassins?" He looks a little curious.

[caffinatekillua]

"Ugh that's disgusting." He licks his ice cream which is starting to melt. "Huh, that sucks."

"Yeah like that." He looks amused.

[stray_cat_strut]

"So everyone in your family is an assassin?"

[caffinatekillua]

He shrugs. "Yep, I could make a boatload of money catching them. They're pretty famous, there's tour buses that go by the house every day."

[stray_cat_strut]

"Woah, really? They must be pretty confident! What about you, are you one too?" He looked genuinely impressed.

[caffinatekillua]

"Yep. They're pretty good." He scratches his cheek. "Naw, I'm a Hunter." Which doesn't mean he wasn't nor that he doesn't still kill but you know. Semantics.

[stray_cat_strut]

"Well congratulations for breaking the mold." Train stood up with a groan and another stomach grumble, "nice meeting you kid, I gotta go get some grub before I really keel over and die."

[caffinatekillua]

"Kay, good luck with that, dude." He grins and waves. And clearly has no conscience about stealing from him.