[Husk has often turned to bar work in both this life and his last one. He's pretty damn good at it, and it doubles up in helping pay for his habits while also giving him the opportunity to listen in and try and take stock of what's going on. Everyone bitches to the bartender when they get drunk enough- sometimes spywork is less James Bond and more pushing fingers of rye at someone until they decide you're their best friend and really need to know what's going on in their entire lives.
So Husk can be found in one of the dive bars in Undertown (they ask FAR less questions about the cat-bird-demon thing there) slinging drinks and listening. That's what the Order sent him to do, after all. To listen and try and figure out just what in the bumfuck the Seers are freaking out about. You might even see a little water spirit companion- a tarantula- scurrying about between glasses or hanging around in a quiet corner, spying. Eventually, the spider makes its way back to Husk, the bartender putting his hand down for it to clamber on. ]
This whole thing is looking like a fuckin' bust, Anthony. No one knows shit. [Yeah he's talking to the spider. If you come closer, he'll glance up, then heave out a sigh. ] Whaddya want?
[He means to drink, but take that as you will. Maybe you'll find him later on, after his shift has finished, sitting at a table, drinking some ridiculous green whiskey. He's only getting into the spirit of St. Patrick's day with the drinking, he's pointedly avoiding any of the other celebrations. Or merriment in general. Should you make the (questionable) decision to come give him company, his tail will twitch in mild annoyance. ]
Lotta other places you can sit here.
The Marathon
[Husk only came to this nonsense because the Order voluntold them into this mess, he'd rather be doing literally anything else than this. He's attached the stupid fucking head to one of his suspenders as he clambers around the forests. He's too tall and his wings are really not giving him much manoeuvrability around the trees, and that fucking head just DOESN'T STOP TALKING. Husk's ears are pinned back as he scrambles around as the head chunders away, where you might find him arguing with the damn thing. ]
You know, I thought a CAT would be better at climbing trees. Isn't that what you guys are famous for? Birds, too, come to think of it. So by that reasoning, you should be doubly good at this.
Shut up, shut the fuck up. You're NOT fucking helping.
You don't have to be tetchy about it. I'm just saying- OH HEY HEY! Don't jostle me! You've got to get me to the finish line, remember?
[You might wanna... stop Husk from just straight up swinging the head into a tree, he's looking like he's bordering on that. Or perhaps you might find Husk a little later on in the marathon - flying over the bog. He gets a mermaid tail if his legs get wet and he's really rather not. Luckily, he has enough space here to take to the wing and avoid the whole mess below. If you seem like you're having trouble, Husk will... fly right the fuck past you. Later loser.
...And then maybe a couple minutes later with a lot of grumbling, he'll double back, hovering above you with idle beats of his wings. The head has a gag shoved into its mouth. ]
You good? Or are you gonna... fuckin' drown or something?
Wildcard [Want something else? Let me know!! I'm happy to have him involved in the PVP fights too so if you want that, we can!]
Husk | Hazbin Hotel | OTA
[Husk has often turned to bar work in both this life and his last one. He's pretty damn good at it, and it doubles up in helping pay for his habits while also giving him the opportunity to listen in and try and take stock of what's going on. Everyone bitches to the bartender when they get drunk enough- sometimes spywork is less James Bond and more pushing fingers of rye at someone until they decide you're their best friend and really need to know what's going on in their entire lives.
So Husk can be found in one of the dive bars in Undertown (they ask FAR less questions about the cat-bird-demon thing there) slinging drinks and listening. That's what the Order sent him to do, after all. To listen and try and figure out just what in the bumfuck the Seers are freaking out about. You might even see a little water spirit companion- a tarantula- scurrying about between glasses or hanging around in a quiet corner, spying. Eventually, the spider makes its way back to Husk, the bartender putting his hand down for it to clamber on. ]
This whole thing is looking like a fuckin' bust, Anthony. No one knows shit. [Yeah he's talking to the spider. If you come closer, he'll glance up, then heave out a sigh. ] Whaddya want?
[He means to drink, but take that as you will. Maybe you'll find him later on, after his shift has finished, sitting at a table, drinking some ridiculous green whiskey. He's only getting into the spirit of St. Patrick's day with the drinking, he's pointedly avoiding any of the other celebrations. Or merriment in general. Should you make the (questionable) decision to come give him company, his tail will twitch in mild annoyance. ]
Lotta other places you can sit here.
The Marathon
[Husk only came to this nonsense because the Order voluntold them into this mess, he'd rather be doing literally anything else than this. He's attached the stupid fucking head to one of his suspenders as he clambers around the forests. He's too tall and his wings are really not giving him much manoeuvrability around the trees, and that fucking head just DOESN'T STOP TALKING. Husk's ears are pinned back as he scrambles around as the head chunders away, where you might find him arguing with the damn thing. ]
You know, I thought a CAT would be better at climbing trees. Isn't that what you guys are famous for? Birds, too, come to think of it. So by that reasoning, you should be doubly good at this.
Shut up, shut the fuck up. You're NOT fucking helping.
You don't have to be tetchy about it. I'm just saying- OH HEY HEY! Don't jostle me! You've got to get me to the finish line, remember?
[You might wanna... stop Husk from just straight up swinging the head into a tree, he's looking like he's bordering on that. Or perhaps you might find Husk a little later on in the marathon - flying over the bog. He gets a mermaid tail if his legs get wet and he's really rather not. Luckily, he has enough space here to take to the wing and avoid the whole mess below. If you seem like you're having trouble, Husk will... fly right the fuck past you. Later loser.
...And then maybe a couple minutes later with a lot of grumbling, he'll double back, hovering above you with idle beats of his wings. The head has a gag shoved into its mouth. ]
You good? Or are you gonna... fuckin' drown or something?
Wildcard
[Want something else? Let me know!! I'm happy to have him involved in the PVP fights too so if you want that, we can!]