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With Unclouded Eyes {Quest}
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Lemonbarb
Very sour Grinch
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[X] What the hell was... that? It looked a bit like a Fox?
-[X] Either way, I'm fine for now... So, continue on?
--[X] I'm guessing that this account might be of how a Gardener got into well... Possible Demon Summon business, or unknowingly got stuck in quite a political mess with the paranormal.
-[X] Either way, I'm fine for now... So, continue on?
--[X] I'm guessing that this account might be of how a Gardener got into well... Possible Demon Summon business, or unknowingly got stuck in quite a political mess with the paranormal.
shaderic
An ordinary cat?
- Joined
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> "I'll be fine." The words almost rattle out of your mouth. Even though the world's come back into focus, your hands are still trembling. "Just f-fine."
Really.
> The mans sitting across from gives you a look like you'd told him that by royal decree the sky was to be painted green.
Kid. I can see you shaking.
> He reaches back into his jacket and produces the auto-injector. It's a gun-type, so it looks almost like a small pistol in his hands. Carefully, he extracts the spent needle and syringe, before placing them on the table. Producing a small silver brief-case, he moves them into a bag marked with medical warnings. But that's not what catches your eye. There are four other prepared syringes in there. And they all glow an eerie shade of green.
You just took a 10 CC dose of this stuff.
> He gently taps one of the tubes, before withdrawing it from it's foam slot and loading it into the auto-injector.
It's a specialized agent meant to stabilize various supernatural abilities. If you don't have any such ability, you're generally lucky to live through the dose and still be able to feed yourself. The closest thing to an official name it has is Clarke-3. The dose you just had was worth about twenty-five hundred dollars.
Now, you're young. Got your whole life ahead of you. If you want to take risks, that's your prerogative. Or at least, it was.
With those eyes of yours, you could be pretty valuable down the line. Especially if you manage to keep yourself on the down low. Down low isn't really much for having multiple seizures and requiring multiple doses of Clarke-3 over a short period of time. Cruel as it sounds, you're a commodity now, and you aren't living just for yourself. Your life has meaning and value.
So, trying to waste everybody's time trying to be a tough guy, especially when you're softer than fairy down? Yeah. Not gonna fly.
We clear?
[?]
Really.
> The mans sitting across from gives you a look like you'd told him that by royal decree the sky was to be painted green.
Kid. I can see you shaking.
> He reaches back into his jacket and produces the auto-injector. It's a gun-type, so it looks almost like a small pistol in his hands. Carefully, he extracts the spent needle and syringe, before placing them on the table. Producing a small silver brief-case, he moves them into a bag marked with medical warnings. But that's not what catches your eye. There are four other prepared syringes in there. And they all glow an eerie shade of green.
You just took a 10 CC dose of this stuff.
> He gently taps one of the tubes, before withdrawing it from it's foam slot and loading it into the auto-injector.
It's a specialized agent meant to stabilize various supernatural abilities. If you don't have any such ability, you're generally lucky to live through the dose and still be able to feed yourself. The closest thing to an official name it has is Clarke-3. The dose you just had was worth about twenty-five hundred dollars.
Now, you're young. Got your whole life ahead of you. If you want to take risks, that's your prerogative. Or at least, it was.
With those eyes of yours, you could be pretty valuable down the line. Especially if you manage to keep yourself on the down low. Down low isn't really much for having multiple seizures and requiring multiple doses of Clarke-3 over a short period of time. Cruel as it sounds, you're a commodity now, and you aren't living just for yourself. Your life has meaning and value.
So, trying to waste everybody's time trying to be a tough guy, especially when you're softer than fairy down? Yeah. Not gonna fly.
We clear?
[?]
