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w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.

[they immediately dive behind the bar, flamethrower hand at the ready]

She enters the room.

Anyone here?

[criminal stays silent, watching her]

I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.

Jane puts her hands up to show she’s no threat.

I know you’re here.

[they stand up, aiming their flamethrower arm at her]

Okay, wow. Aiming a weapon at me in my own bar? Rude.

who are you.

You can call me Jane. What may I call you?

(uh.)

some people call me honey, yknow

[they try to put on a flirtatious tone. it's just really awkward given the scenario. maybe they should go back to being chased in the woods]

Do you want me to call you honey, stranger~?

Jane flirts right back.

[they freeze up and tilt their head, before relaxing slightly. their hand rubs at their side and they lower their flamethrower arm.]

hmm. only if i can call you the same

Sure thing, honey. So, what brings you to my little establishment?

[their confidence withers just as quick as it had come. but at least they're a good liar.]

well.. nothing much. was just curious.

Well, I have any drink or snack you could want. Feel free to grab yourself something.

..thanks, honey. looks like i made the perfect stop, hm?

[they begin to look around, keeping an air of confidence despite the subtly stiff way they shuffle around]

She has every drink imaginable. From hard ciders to vodka to whiskey, it's a fully stocked bar.

So, that weapon thingy you have. Is that attached to you?

oh! yes, it is. very nifty, if i say so myself!

[they grab a bottle of whiskey]

What is it exactly?

a flamethrower. 'm still learnin ta control it, but..

[why are they putting on an accent.]

That’s super cool! I think fire in and of itself is super cool. Though also kinda scary.

well, don'cha worry. i won't use it on ya.

You better not. Especially with so much alcohol around. How long have you had it?

few months.

[they decide to not mention the dragon setting their hand on fire and them getting stabbed in their still bleeding hand as that is very so not suave and cool of them]

Nice nice. Do you set things on fire with it often?

on occasion.

[a shaky, masked, robed figure stumbles into the ex-animo and looks around, bewildered]

Jane senses their presence and watches from the bedroom, curious. She doesn’t make herself known yet. The bar is devoid of people.

( @criminalpassenger )

w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.

[they immediately dive behind the bar, flamethrower hand at the ready]

She enters the room.

Anyone here?

[criminal stays silent, watching her]

I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.

Jane puts her hands up to show she’s no threat.

I know you’re here.

[they stand up, aiming their flamethrower arm at her]

Okay, wow. Aiming a weapon at me in my own bar? Rude.

who are you.

You can call me Jane. What may I call you?

(uh.)

some people call me honey, yknow

[they try to put on a flirtatious tone. it's just really awkward given the scenario. maybe they should go back to being chased in the woods]

Do you want me to call you honey, stranger~?

Jane flirts right back.

[they freeze up and tilt their head, before relaxing slightly. their hand rubs at their side and they lower their flamethrower arm.]

hmm. only if i can call you the same

Sure thing, honey. So, what brings you to my little establishment?

[their confidence withers just as quick as it had come. but at least they're a good liar.]

well.. nothing much. was just curious.

Well, I have any drink or snack you could want. Feel free to grab yourself something.

..thanks, honey. looks like i made the perfect stop, hm?

[they begin to look around, keeping an air of confidence despite the subtly stiff way they shuffle around]

She has every drink imaginable. From hard ciders to vodka to whiskey, it's a fully stocked bar.

So, that weapon thingy you have. Is that attached to you?

oh! yes, it is. very nifty, if i say so myself!

[they grab a bottle of whiskey]

What is it exactly?

a flamethrower. 'm still learnin ta control it, but..

[why are they putting on an accent.]

That’s super cool! I think fire in and of itself is super cool. Though also kinda scary.

well, don'cha worry. i won't use it on ya.

You better not. Especially with so much alcohol around. How long have you had it?

few months.

[they decide to not mention the dragon setting their hand on fire and them getting stabbed in their still bleeding hand as that is very so not suave and cool of them]

#// forgot to reply au

[a shaky, masked, robed figure stumbles into the ex-animo and looks around, bewildered]

Jane senses their presence and watches from the bedroom, curious. She doesn’t make herself known yet. The bar is devoid of people.

( @criminalpassenger )

w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.

[they immediately dive behind the bar, flamethrower hand at the ready]

She enters the room.

Anyone here?

[criminal stays silent, watching her]

I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.

Jane puts her hands up to show she’s no threat.

I know you’re here.

[they stand up, aiming their flamethrower arm at her]

Okay, wow. Aiming a weapon at me in my own bar? Rude.

who are you.

You can call me Jane. What may I call you?

(uh.)

some people call me honey, yknow

[they try to put on a flirtatious tone. it's just really awkward given the scenario. maybe they should go back to being chased in the woods]

Do you want me to call you honey, stranger~?

Jane flirts right back.

[they freeze up and tilt their head, before relaxing slightly. their hand rubs at their side and they lower their flamethrower arm.]

hmm. only if i can call you the same

Sure thing, honey. So, what brings you to my little establishment?

[their confidence withers just as quick as it had come. but at least they're a good liar.]

well.. nothing much. was just curious.

Well, I have any drink or snack you could want. Feel free to grab yourself something.

..thanks, honey. looks like i made the perfect stop, hm?

[they begin to look around, keeping an air of confidence despite the subtly stiff way they shuffle around]

She has every drink imaginable. From hard ciders to vodka to whiskey, it's a fully stocked bar.

So, that weapon thingy you have. Is that attached to you?

oh! yes, it is. very nifty, if i say so myself!

[they grab a bottle of whiskey]

What is it exactly?

a flamethrower. 'm still learnin ta control it, but..

[why are they putting on an accent.]

That’s super cool! I think fire in and of itself is super cool. Though also kinda scary.

well, don'cha worry. i won't use it on ya.

[a shaky, masked, robed figure stumbles into the ex-animo and looks around, bewildered]

Jane senses their presence and watches from the bedroom, curious. She doesn’t make herself known yet. The bar is devoid of people.

( @criminalpassenger )

w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.

[they immediately dive behind the bar, flamethrower hand at the ready]

She enters the room.

Anyone here?

[criminal stays silent, watching her]

I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.

Jane puts her hands up to show she’s no threat.

I know you’re here.

[they stand up, aiming their flamethrower arm at her]

Okay, wow. Aiming a weapon at me in my own bar? Rude.

who are you.

You can call me Jane. What may I call you?

(uh.)

some people call me honey, yknow

[they try to put on a flirtatious tone. it's just really awkward given the scenario. maybe they should go back to being chased in the woods]

Do you want me to call you honey, stranger~?

Jane flirts right back.

[they freeze up and tilt their head, before relaxing slightly. their hand rubs at their side and they lower their flamethrower arm.]

hmm. only if i can call you the same

Sure thing, honey. So, what brings you to my little establishment?

[their confidence withers just as quick as it had come. but at least they're a good liar.]

well.. nothing much. was just curious.

Well, I have any drink or snack you could want. Feel free to grab yourself something.

..thanks, honey. looks like i made the perfect stop, hm?

[they begin to look around, keeping an air of confidence despite the subtly stiff way they shuffle around]

She has every drink imaginable. From hard ciders to vodka to whiskey, it's a fully stocked bar.

So, that weapon thingy you have. Is that attached to you?

oh! yes, it is. very nifty, if i say so myself!

[they grab a bottle of whiskey]

What is it exactly?

a flamethrower. 'm still learnin ta control it, but..

[why are they putting on an accent.]

That’s super cool! I think fire in and of itself is super cool. Though also kinda scary.

well, don'cha worry. i won't use it on ya.

[a shaky, masked, robed figure stumbles into the ex-animo and looks around, bewildered]

Jane senses their presence and watches from the bedroom, curious. She doesn’t make herself known yet. The bar is devoid of people.

( @criminalpassenger )

w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.

[they immediately dive behind the bar, flamethrower hand at the ready]

She enters the room.

Anyone here?

[criminal stays silent, watching her]

I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.

Jane puts her hands up to show she’s no threat.

I know you’re here.

[they stand up, aiming their flamethrower arm at her]

Okay, wow. Aiming a weapon at me in my own bar? Rude.

who are you.

You can call me Jane. What may I call you?

(uh.)

some people call me honey, yknow

[they try to put on a flirtatious tone. it's just really awkward given the scenario. maybe they should go back to being chased in the woods]

Do you want me to call you honey, stranger~?

Jane flirts right back.

[they freeze up and tilt their head, before relaxing slightly. their hand rubs at their side and they lower their flamethrower arm.]

hmm. only if i can call you the same

Sure thing, honey. So, what brings you to my little establishment?

[their confidence withers just as quick as it had come. but at least they're a good liar.]

well.. nothing much. was just curious.

Well, I have any drink or snack you could want. Feel free to grab yourself something.

..thanks, honey. looks like i made the perfect stop, hm?

[they begin to look around, keeping an air of confidence despite the subtly stiff way they shuffle around]

She has every drink imaginable. From hard ciders to vodka to whiskey, it's a fully stocked bar.

So, that weapon thingy you have. Is that attached to you?

oh! yes, it is. very nifty, if i say so myself!

[they grab a bottle of whiskey]

What is it exactly?

a flamethrower. 'm still learnin ta control it, but..

[why are they putting on an accent.]

[a shaky, masked, robed figure stumbles into the ex-animo and looks around, bewildered]

Jane senses their presence and watches from the bedroom, curious. She doesn’t make herself known yet. The bar is devoid of people.

( @criminalpassenger )

w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.

[they immediately dive behind the bar, flamethrower hand at the ready]

She enters the room.

Anyone here?

[criminal stays silent, watching her]

I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.

Jane puts her hands up to show she’s no threat.

I know you’re here.

[they stand up, aiming their flamethrower arm at her]

Okay, wow. Aiming a weapon at me in my own bar? Rude.

who are you.

You can call me Jane. What may I call you?

(uh.)

some people call me honey, yknow

[they try to put on a flirtatious tone. it's just really awkward given the scenario. maybe they should go back to being chased in the woods]

Do you want me to call you honey, stranger~?

Jane flirts right back.

[they freeze up and tilt their head, before relaxing slightly. their hand rubs at their side and they lower their flamethrower arm.]

hmm. only if i can call you the same

Sure thing, honey. So, what brings you to my little establishment?

[their confidence withers just as quick as it had come. but at least they're a good liar.]

well.. nothing much. was just curious.

Well, I have any drink or snack you could want. Feel free to grab yourself something.

..thanks, honey. looks like i made the perfect stop, hm?

[they begin to look around, keeping an air of confidence despite the subtly stiff way they shuffle around]

She has every drink imaginable. From hard ciders to vodka to whiskey, it's a fully stocked bar.

So, that weapon thingy you have. Is that attached to you?

oh! yes, it is. very nifty, if i say so myself!

[they grab a bottle of whiskey]

#alcohol tw

[a shaky, masked, robed figure stumbles into the ex-animo and looks around, bewildered]

Jane senses their presence and watches from the bedroom, curious. She doesn’t make herself known yet. The bar is devoid of people.

( @criminalpassenger )

w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.

[they immediately dive behind the bar, flamethrower hand at the ready]

She enters the room.

Anyone here?

[criminal stays silent, watching her]

I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.

Jane puts her hands up to show she’s no threat.

I know you’re here.

[they stand up, aiming their flamethrower arm at her]

Okay, wow. Aiming a weapon at me in my own bar? Rude.

who are you.

You can call me Jane. What may I call you?

(uh.)

some people call me honey, yknow

[they try to put on a flirtatious tone. it's just really awkward given the scenario. maybe they should go back to being chased in the woods]

Do you want me to call you honey, stranger~?

Jane flirts right back.

[they freeze up and tilt their head, before relaxing slightly. their hand rubs at their side and they lower their flamethrower arm.]

hmm. only if i can call you the same

Sure thing, honey. So, what brings you to my little establishment?

[their confidence withers just as quick as it had come. but at least they're a good liar.]

well.. nothing much. was just curious.

Well, I have any drink or snack you could want. Feel free to grab yourself something.

..thanks, honey. looks like i made the perfect stop, hm?

[they begin to look around, keeping an air of confidence despite the subtly stiff way they shuffle around]

*deer manifesting*

what

deeronabus

manifesting

is that a fucking deer

*deer manifesting*

what

[a shaky, masked, robed figure stumbles into the ex-animo and looks around, bewildered]

Jane senses their presence and watches from the bedroom, curious. She doesn’t make herself known yet. The bar is devoid of people.

( @criminalpassenger )

w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.

[they immediately dive behind the bar, flamethrower hand at the ready]

She enters the room.

Anyone here?

[criminal stays silent, watching her]

I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.

Jane puts her hands up to show she’s no threat.

I know you’re here.

[they stand up, aiming their flamethrower arm at her]

Okay, wow. Aiming a weapon at me in my own bar? Rude.

who are you.

You can call me Jane. What may I call you?

(uh.)

some people call me honey, yknow

[they try to put on a flirtatious tone. it's just really awkward given the scenario. maybe they should go back to being chased in the woods]

Do you want me to call you honey, stranger~?

Jane flirts right back.

[they freeze up and tilt their head, before relaxing slightly. their hand rubs at their side and they lower their flamethrower arm.]

hmm. only if i can call you the same

Sure thing, honey. So, what brings you to my little establishment?

[their confidence withers just as quick as it had come. but at least they're a good liar.]

well.. nothing much. was just curious.

[a shaky, masked, robed figure stumbles into the ex-animo and looks around, bewildered]

Jane senses their presence and watches from the bedroom, curious. She doesn’t make herself known yet. The bar is devoid of people.

( @criminalpassenger )

w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.

[they immediately dive behind the bar, flamethrower hand at the ready]

She enters the room.

Anyone here?

[criminal stays silent, watching her]

I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.

Jane puts her hands up to show she’s no threat.

I know you’re here.

[they stand up, aiming their flamethrower arm at her]

Okay, wow. Aiming a weapon at me in my own bar? Rude.

who are you.

You can call me Jane. What may I call you?

(uh.)

some people call me honey, yknow

[they try to put on a flirtatious tone. it's just really awkward given the scenario. maybe they should go back to being chased in the woods]

Do you want me to call you honey, stranger~?

Jane flirts right back.

[they freeze up and tilt their head, before relaxing slightly. their hand rubs at their side and they lower their flamethrower arm.]

hmm. only if i can call you the same

[a shaky, masked, robed figure stumbles into the ex-animo and looks around, bewildered]

Jane senses their presence and watches from the bedroom, curious. She doesn’t make herself known yet. The bar is devoid of people.

( @criminalpassenger )

w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.

[they immediately dive behind the bar, flamethrower hand at the ready]

She enters the room.

Anyone here?

[criminal stays silent, watching her]

I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.

Jane puts her hands up to show she’s no threat.

I know you’re here.

[they stand up, aiming their flamethrower arm at her]

Okay, wow. Aiming a weapon at me in my own bar? Rude.

who are you.

You can call me Jane. What may I call you?

(uh.)

some people call me honey, yknow

[they try to put on a flirtatious tone. it's just really awkward given the scenario. maybe they should go back to being chased in the woods]

[a shaky, masked, robed figure stumbles into the ex-animo and looks around, bewildered]

Jane senses their presence and watches from the bedroom, curious. She doesn’t make herself known yet. The bar is devoid of people.

( @criminalpassenger )

w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.

[they immediately dive behind the bar, flamethrower hand at the ready]

She enters the room.

Anyone here?

[criminal stays silent, watching her]

I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.

Jane puts her hands up to show she’s no threat.

I know you’re here.

[they stand up, aiming their flamethrower arm at her]

Okay, wow. Aiming a weapon at me in my own bar? Rude.

who are you.

[a shaky, masked, robed figure stumbles into the ex-animo and looks around, bewildered]

Jane senses their presence and watches from the bedroom, curious. She doesn’t make herself known yet. The bar is devoid of people.

( @criminalpassenger )

w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.

[they immediately dive behind the bar, flamethrower hand at the ready]

She enters the room.

Anyone here?

[criminal stays silent, watching her]

I won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt me.

Jane puts her hands up to show she’s no threat.

I know you’re here.

[they stand up, aiming their flamethrower arm at her]

[a shaky, masked, robed figure stumbles into the ex-animo and looks around, bewildered]

Jane senses their presence and watches from the bedroom, curious. She doesn’t make herself known yet. The bar is devoid of people.

( @criminalpassenger )

w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.

[they immediately dive behind the bar, flamethrower hand at the ready]

She enters the room.

Anyone here?

[criminal stays silent, watching her]

[a shaky, masked, robed figure stumbles into the ex-animo and looks around, bewildered]

Jane senses their presence and watches from the bedroom, curious. She doesn’t make herself known yet. The bar is devoid of people.

( @criminalpassenger )

w-what the fuck? where..

[criminal pauses, and then shuts up, searching for security cameras or any sign of movement as they carefully sneak through, on edge]

Jane starts to make the short journey downstairs. She lets the floors creak beneath her feet, alerting them that someone is above them.