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@der-musketmainn I need to speak to you

Semi-urgently

In private

P.S. bring protection

I can... umm... raid the EGO room, if you need me to. How many weapons do you need for this?

Best of luck to you. I'll be waiting.

And to any onlookers who may see this as an open invitation - your disposal will be on sight and not at all pleasurable

Open invitation? What? Are you planning to dismember somebody?

Anyways, I stole a few weapons. Here you go.

Hmmm. They will suffice. Now about the actual aim of our meeting. The clowns of the facility think they can get us to kiss and I have way to accomplish it and earn our reward - with a trick.

Funeral pulls out a bright red lipstick from a pocket.

They never specified what constitutes a kiss. So, if you were to draw bunch of lip-looking marks all over my face-wings...

It's easy enkephalin for both of us.

Do you- ??? do you want me to eat-

...

Ohh, never mind. Yes, that works.

d-03-109-adoration

stupidity is not a good first impression at your first date.

First- I- date??? No, it's not a date.

@der-musketmainn I need to speak to you

Semi-urgently

In private

P.S. bring protection

I can... umm... raid the EGO room, if you need me to. How many weapons do you need for this?

Best of luck to you. I'll be waiting.

And to any onlookers who may see this as an open invitation - your disposal will be on sight and not at all pleasurable

Open invitation? What? Are you planning to dismember somebody?

Anyways, I stole a few weapons. Here you go.

Hmmm. They will suffice. Now about the actual aim of our meeting. The clowns of the facility think they can get us to kiss and I have way to accomplish it and earn our reward - with a trick.

Funeral pulls out a bright red lipstick from a pocket.

They never specified what constitutes a kiss. So, if you were to draw bunch of lip-looking marks all over my face-wings...

It's easy enkephalin for both of us.

Do you- ??? do you want me to eat-

...

Ohh, never mind. Yes, that works.

I knew you'd understand the plan.

I suppose I was wrong to think you are a dimwit. Apologies.

You thought- never mind. Give me the lipstick.

Hands over the tube of bright red lipstick.

There you go... Darling.

...ahem. Hold still.

(+3 fake lipstick marks that... actually look real.)

Perfect.

Are you sure that's going to work?

#// his wife taught him

@der-musketmainn I need to speak to you

Semi-urgently

In private

P.S. bring protection

I can... umm... raid the EGO room, if you need me to. How many weapons do you need for this?

Best of luck to you. I'll be waiting.

And to any onlookers who may see this as an open invitation - your disposal will be on sight and not at all pleasurable

Open invitation? What? Are you planning to dismember somebody?

Anyways, I stole a few weapons. Here you go.

Hmmm. They will suffice. Now about the actual aim of our meeting. The clowns of the facility think they can get us to kiss and I have way to accomplish it and earn our reward - with a trick.

Funeral pulls out a bright red lipstick from a pocket.

They never specified what constitutes a kiss. So, if you were to draw bunch of lip-looking marks all over my face-wings...

It's easy enkephalin for both of us.

Do you- ??? do you want me to eat-

...

Ohh, never mind. Yes, that works.

I knew you'd understand the plan.

I suppose I was wrong to think you are a dimwit. Apologies.

You thought- never mind. Give me the lipstick.

Hands over the tube of bright red lipstick.

There you go... Darling.

...ahem. Hold still.

(+3 fake lipstick marks that... actually look real.)

@der-musketmainn I need to speak to you

Semi-urgently

In private

P.S. bring protection

I can... umm... raid the EGO room, if you need me to. How many weapons do you need for this?

Best of luck to you. I'll be waiting.

And to any onlookers who may see this as an open invitation - your disposal will be on sight and not at all pleasurable

Open invitation? What? Are you planning to dismember somebody?

Anyways, I stole a few weapons. Here you go.

Hmmm. They will suffice. Now about the actual aim of our meeting. The clowns of the facility think they can get us to kiss and I have way to accomplish it and earn our reward - with a trick.

Funeral pulls out a bright red lipstick from a pocket.

They never specified what constitutes a kiss. So, if you were to draw bunch of lip-looking marks all over my face-wings...

It's easy enkephalin for both of us.

Do you- ??? do you want me to eat-

...

Ohh, never mind. Yes, that works.

I knew you'd understand the plan.

I suppose I was wrong to think you are a dimwit. Apologies.

You thought- never mind. Give me the lipstick.

@der-musketmainn I need to speak to you

Semi-urgently

In private

P.S. bring protection

I can... umm... raid the EGO room, if you need me to. How many weapons do you need for this?

Best of luck to you. I'll be waiting.

And to any onlookers who may see this as an open invitation - your disposal will be on sight and not at all pleasurable

Open invitation? What? Are you planning to dismember somebody?

Anyways, I stole a few weapons. Here you go.

Hmmm. They will suffice. Now about the actual aim of our meeting. The clowns of the facility think they can get us to kiss and I have way to accomplish it and earn our reward - with a trick.

Funeral pulls out a bright red lipstick from a pocket.

They never specified what constitutes a kiss. So, if you were to draw bunch of lip-looking marks all over my face-wings...

It's easy enkephalin for both of us.

#// this is actually really convenient because frei's also good at using lipstick

Do you- ??? do you want me to eat-

...

Ohh, never mind. Yes, that works.

@der-musketmainn I need to speak to you

Semi-urgently

In private

P.S. bring protection

I can... umm... raid the EGO room, if you need me to. How many weapons do you need for this?

Best of luck to you. I'll be waiting.

And to any onlookers who may see this as an open invitation - your disposal will be on sight and not at all pleasurable

#i have these ripoff butterfly pistols too

Open invitation? What? Are you planning to dismember somebody?

Anyways, I stole a few weapons. Here you go.

I'm going to be migrating to a new account, and this one will serve as an archive.

// ooc: cuz SHADOWBAN 👹

#musketmainn sillies

fellshotgun

// @o-o1-64-glittering-goldrush in light of recent events /j

// check first tag

I am never touching a leek with my hands again. Thanks for the 1000 Ahn, though.

o-o1-64-glittering-goldrush

Can't wait to do it again sometime~

fellshotgun

(He ran away.)

(That wasn't a no, though.)

// ooc. can't believe we got fluch x kog before gta 6 /silly

(A rock is pelted at the Plague Doctor's door, sending a crack through the window and shattering it entirely. Moments later, Frei's hand appears, holding a slingshot and waving.)

(The Plague Doctor watches as the R O C K hits the window and falls onto the cell, it stares at the rock falling to the floor, before turning its attention to the window and seeing the musketeer's hand. He lets out a soft chuckle, a variety of petals leaving his dress and penetrating into the door's side. Forcing it open.)

"Greetings onceth back Again! Mr. Freischütz! Its a pleasant experience to seeth thou again!"

You wanted me to visit you again, right? I have nothing better to do, now.

(He's retracted his hand, now, standing just outside the doorframe as the gate opened with a hiss. Petals spilled through the hallway, painting the walls pink with its grace– but a select few to the right of the door burnt up immediately.)

(The doctor gives a greeting bow, the petals retreating into the cell and back into its dress. He lifts his head and looks at the musketeer)

´´Of course, Of course! Come one in, Come one in! And tell to I; How have thou be doingth in this remarkable evening?´´

(The Doctor steps backwards to give space in the cell, a more comfortable space for one to stand it. The Angel radiating of a pure and warn feeling of happiness.)

(He steps in, still a bit wary. He doesn't have his rifle with him, though– rather, one hand is busy fidgeting with his capelet's collar, while the other hangs loosely by his pocket.)

I'm doing fine.

(A man of few words, per usual.)

(The doctor tilts his head curiously, not a lot of words to work with, but it shall try anyways. It aligns its head, touching its back towards the wall and sliding down, sitting onto the floor. Moving to the side and giving space for the musketeer to sit down.)

´´Oh well! Have thou talkedth to any person lately? Any new stories one could talk abouteth?´´

(He pauses, thinking. All motion from him ceases as he stares blankly into space.)

Funeral, a clerk... Love, too. Is it of any importance?

``Thou could talkth about Funeral! I've heard a lot of rumors between thou and them, and I believe it could be very interesting to know thy thoughts on the person!´´

(The doctor opens his wings slight, watching the musketeer from the floor.)

Oh, him- ahem.

(All of a sudden, the wall is very interesting. Frei pulls the collar of his capelet up, hiding a wry expression- a smile, perhaps? Too much of his face was shrouded to tell.)

There hasn't been much.

(The doctor softly chuckles, rathering to not question why the all became so interresting all of a sudden.)

``Well, could thou made tell me about them?

I haven't myself heard much of the Funeral of Dead Butterflies outside of thee nameth.

And it would be nice to know more about a fellow child of god!``

He... um, the- well- he has a butterfly for a skull- head. Yeah, head.

(The wall is very interesting.)

-> ´´A butterfly for a skull? That is very interesting!´´ -> ´´You have any idea on how it came to be that way?´´ -> The doctor asks, letting the musketeer do most of the talking.

No.

(He's a smokestack of very few words, it seems.)

-> ´´Hm, Well then!´´´ -> The Doctor chuckles. -> ´´Anything thou might be comfortable in saying about the butterfly further? -> Few words, The Doctor can find a way to work with this. Better then no words!

Umm... well- I- ahem. I might have to leave, actually. See you.

(No more words! He's gone like the wind.)

@der-musketmainn I need to speak to you

Semi-urgently

In private

P.S. bring protection

#understood. i'll raid the cafeteria too #(by raid he means sneak in and take a bag of chips with no violence whatsoever)#musketmainn sillies

I can... umm... raid the EGO room, if you need me to. How many weapons do you need for this?

(A rock is pelted at the Plague Doctor's door, sending a crack through the window and shattering it entirely. Moments later, Frei's hand appears, holding a slingshot and waving.)

(The Plague Doctor watches as the R O C K hits the window and falls onto the cell, it stares at the rock falling to the floor, before turning its attention to the window and seeing the musketeer's hand. He lets out a soft chuckle, a variety of petals leaving his dress and penetrating into the door's side. Forcing it open.)

"Greetings onceth back Again! Mr. Freischütz! Its a pleasant experience to seeth thou again!"

You wanted me to visit you again, right? I have nothing better to do, now.

(He's retracted his hand, now, standing just outside the doorframe as the gate opened with a hiss. Petals spilled through the hallway, painting the walls pink with its grace– but a select few to the right of the door burnt up immediately.)

(The doctor gives a greeting bow, the petals retreating into the cell and back into its dress. He lifts his head and looks at the musketeer)

´´Of course, Of course! Come one in, Come one in! And tell to I; How have thou be doingth in this remarkable evening?´´

(The Doctor steps backwards to give space in the cell, a more comfortable space for one to stand it. The Angel radiating of a pure and warn feeling of happiness.)

(He steps in, still a bit wary. He doesn't have his rifle with him, though– rather, one hand is busy fidgeting with his capelet's collar, while the other hangs loosely by his pocket.)

I'm doing fine.

(A man of few words, per usual.)

(The doctor tilts his head curiously, not a lot of words to work with, but it shall try anyways. It aligns its head, touching its back towards the wall and sliding down, sitting onto the floor. Moving to the side and giving space for the musketeer to sit down.)

´´Oh well! Have thou talkedth to any person lately? Any new stories one could talk abouteth?´´

(He pauses, thinking. All motion from him ceases as he stares blankly into space.)

Funeral, a clerk... Love, too. Is it of any importance?

``Thou could talkth about Funeral! I've heard a lot of rumors between thou and them, and I believe it could be very interesting to know thy thoughts on the person!´´

(The doctor opens his wings slight, watching the musketeer from the floor.)

Oh, him- ahem.

(All of a sudden, the wall is very interesting. Frei pulls the collar of his capelet up, hiding a wry expression- a smile, perhaps? Too much of his face was shrouded to tell.)

There hasn't been much.

(The doctor softly chuckles, rathering to not question why the all became so interresting all of a sudden.)

``Well, could thou made tell me about them?

I haven't myself heard much of the Funeral of Dead Butterflies outside of thee nameth.

And it would be nice to know more about a fellow child of god!``

He... um, the- well- he has a butterfly for a skull- head. Yeah, head.

(The wall is very interesting.)

-> ´´A butterfly for a skull? That is very interesting!´´ -> ´´You have any idea on how it came to be that way?´´ -> The doctor asks, letting the musketeer do most of the talking.