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kaisou2024-04-24 05:02 pm
areal_hisname) wrote in kaisou2024-04-24 05:02 pm
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gods ain't gonna help ya (video; un: lagoon)
WHO: Dickson
WHERE: Libra app
WHEN: 4/22 backdated
WHAT: Another new TBO person is here
WARNINGS: His mouth, jokes about his name, jokes about weed.
[Another new face has arrived, friends! This one less cheerful looking as he clicks the feed on. An older man that looked like he walked straight out of the 70's stoner phase and never left appears and just rubs at his temples under that nice red bandana of his. He began to speak with a thick Northern English accent and a kind of grit that came from many years of smoking.]
I could've been here days ago, but a right clown decided he was gonna tell me the wrong time for his layover in Europe. And then he goes off on wanting a vacation. Ain't that a son of a bitch? [ASHIYAOTHY DOUMANINGTON, LOOKING RIGHT AT YOU, so to speak. He shook his head and leaned back in his chair, waving a hand in a gesture of dismissal..]
Ah well, anyway. Dickson's the name. Yeah, yeah, get all your jokes out I've heard a million of 'em and got a million more for you. [Said with a bit of a good-natured smirk. The air of someone who couldn’t beat 'em so joined 'em.] I’m with the clown. Ashiya Douman. Another from the Black Order. I’ve been with 'em a good while, but my side hustle is making weapons. Fire arms, swords, shields, you name it, Al Dickson makes it.
Feels like they got me on another long reassignment, so you lot need anything made and I'll make it right quick for you. Won't come cheap, but nothing does in this day and age now does it? A man's gotta eat. Hahahaha.
Gonna need a bit to get myself settled though, I'll say when I'm open for business.
[He carried the air of someone confident in that skill at least. And to be fair the man's got a point! He's gotta eat! For all intents and purposes nothing about his offer carried suspicion, it was a genuine offer and considering this town was dangerous it might be a good avenue to take, even.]
[[ So kind of like with Douman, people who know Dickson either through past lives or through TBO itself will have very vague memories of him. Dickson is well known for knowing just about everyone in a place passively so it’s very likely they’d just remember him as a guy in their periphery just not one they talked to for too long. Like a random inconsequential encounter you had on a Tuesday mid-morning while you were passing by the water cooler, that kind of vague recollection. ]]
WHERE: Libra app
WHEN: 4/22 backdated
WHAT: Another new TBO person is here
WARNINGS: His mouth, jokes about his name, jokes about weed.
[Another new face has arrived, friends! This one less cheerful looking as he clicks the feed on. An older man that looked like he walked straight out of the 70's stoner phase and never left appears and just rubs at his temples under that nice red bandana of his. He began to speak with a thick Northern English accent and a kind of grit that came from many years of smoking.]
I could've been here days ago, but a right clown decided he was gonna tell me the wrong time for his layover in Europe. And then he goes off on wanting a vacation. Ain't that a son of a bitch? [ASHIYAOTHY DOUMANINGTON, LOOKING RIGHT AT YOU, so to speak. He shook his head and leaned back in his chair, waving a hand in a gesture of dismissal..]
Ah well, anyway. Dickson's the name. Yeah, yeah, get all your jokes out I've heard a million of 'em and got a million more for you. [Said with a bit of a good-natured smirk. The air of someone who couldn’t beat 'em so joined 'em.] I’m with the clown. Ashiya Douman. Another from the Black Order. I’ve been with 'em a good while, but my side hustle is making weapons. Fire arms, swords, shields, you name it, Al Dickson makes it.
Feels like they got me on another long reassignment, so you lot need anything made and I'll make it right quick for you. Won't come cheap, but nothing does in this day and age now does it? A man's gotta eat. Hahahaha.
Gonna need a bit to get myself settled though, I'll say when I'm open for business.
[He carried the air of someone confident in that skill at least. And to be fair the man's got a point! He's gotta eat! For all intents and purposes nothing about his offer carried suspicion, it was a genuine offer and considering this town was dangerous it might be a good avenue to take, even.]
[[ So kind of like with Douman, people who know Dickson either through past lives or through TBO itself will have very vague memories of him. Dickson is well known for knowing just about everyone in a place passively so it’s very likely they’d just remember him as a guy in their periphery just not one they talked to for too long. Like a random inconsequential encounter you had on a Tuesday mid-morning while you were passing by the water cooler, that kind of vague recollection. ]]
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Don't hit me with that, clown, when I've drank you under the table of the pub more times than you can count on those paws of yours.
You told me to be up at 8 AM. That's when the plane left and I was stuck for a day in LCY 'cause of it. Been 'round you for barely a week and the vacation I need's from you.
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Just watch me. This old cat can learn new tricks, Fufufu.
My, my. Blaming me for your own comprehension. This priest feels a jabbing sensation in his chest at the idea that a man of your age can't read his own ticket. Or understand simple instructions, fufufu.
I said the flight was at 8, not to wake at 8.
Ah, how funny...!
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I call 'em like I see 'em. If it acts like a clown, jingles like a clown, laughs like a clown, you're probably a goddamn clown.
[He rubs at his temples again. They're on the same page but god this guy is annoying.]
My arse you said that. [Don't mind him lighting a cigarette.]