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Fuck off and die.

[drifting-collector]

Documenting the people I've met. I heard that writing stuff keeps you sane, so I'll do just that.

On the Safe Travels... hm, lot of them on that fuckass ship. There was a Commando on there, not too surprised. Then Huntress was on there again, as well as another (different looking) Bandit, though there seems to be two. And then the new people... MUL-T, Engineer, an Artificer, another Mercenary?? REX (Robot half is nice, FUCK the plant /silly), a Loader, the Captain, Railgunner, Void Fiend, Seeker, and False Son. Most of them are... nice enough. Besides the Captain, I don't remember any of them trying to kill me. Oh, and the new Loader. Don't like him.

And then the Contact Lighters. Pilot!! Enforcer, Mercenary... the one I knew first, Sniper, Miner, HAN-D, another Artificer, Bandit, and Acrid. There's also that random toy Commando lookin thing, but does it even count???

There's also the non-crewmates I met. Providence and Mithrix, obviously.. one of Mithrix's constructs has a phone for some reason- then the damn Olm. Aurelionite, and the Void?? A Child, and I heard that some of N'kuhana's followers were on here, haven't heard from them myself. I'd like to keep it that way.

..ever since the ship crashed, I've been meeting weirdos everyday. Fuck my life, man.

New pinned/collection of the ROR blogs :D did it as embeds so the links won't fucking BREAK- If I forgot some I sorry,,, either you're very unactive or I just didn't know of your blog in the first place </3

[ghostertoasterdrawsstuff]

TONIGHT!!

[drifting-collector]

Would you go on a date with me?

I would rather date Enforcer again.

[hired-blade]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN???

[drifting-collector]

What do you think, dumbass? He’s my ex.

[hired-blade]

....

...I can see why...

[drifting-collector]

I will put you six feet under DON’T fucking try me.

[drifting-collector]

Would you go on a date with me?

I would rather date Enforcer again.

[hired-blade]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN???

[drifting-collector]

What do you think, dumbass? He’s my ex.

[drifting-collector]

Hot single pilots in your area! Click now!

(definitely not a scam)

The only hot Pilot I need is @airborne-fighter. And I already have him.

[drifting-collector]

Would you go on a date with me?

I would rather date Enforcer again.

[drifting-collector]

((hi ooc post since to his is my most used blog lmao. but i kinda wanna give away Miner to someone else, to get more variety in people rping and because i dont use him that often 😭

[drifting-collector]

You hate Pilot, don't you?

SHUT UP!!! YES I DO!! I LOVE @airborne-fighter!!!! So… STOP SAYING THAT I DON’T!!!

[drifting-collector]

Great. You have your glasses. Now HURRY UP AND S T R I K E.

Most of them are resting by now, take advantage of that V U L N E R A B I L I T Y.

They may be strong but your H A T R E D I S S T R O N G E R.

ALRIGHT @hired-blade,COME HERE YOU STUPID CUNT.

[hired-blade]

HOW ABOUT NO???

[drifting-collector]

TOO FUCKING BAD. *Oh hey, there goes your door again she kicked it down 💔*

[hired-blade]

I JUST FIXED THAT, PRICK-

*He's already drawing his sword.*

[drifting-collector]

*She picks up his door and chucks it at him* DON’T CARE, DIDN’T ASK!

[hired-blade]

*He easily ducks under door and quickly whips around to cut Drifter's legs.*

[drifting-collector]

*She slams her bag down into his back, backing away and beginning to rummage through her bag* Where is it I KNOW I still have it….

[hired-blade]

*He attempts role out from under the bag while she's distracted looking.*

[drifting-collector]

*As he does, she pulls out what she was looking for. A revolver 😭* Knew it. *she rolls the chamber before snapping it into place, her gaze landing on Mercenary* Can you deflect bullets, perchance?

[hired-blade]

What do you think, smartass?

*He enters a ready stance, doing a pretty cool motion with his sword that I don't know how to explain. *

[drifting-collector]

Let’s see how good you do in the dark! *She grins before shooting the light out, then firing the remaining 5 bullets at Mercenary*

[hired-blade]

*And with calculated precision, he dodges 2 of the bullets and cuts the remaining 3 with practiced ease. And before Drifter could react, he lunges straight at her. *

[drifting-collector]

*She blinks in shock, her bag immediately biting Mercenary’s dominant arm hard enough to draw blood*

[hired-blade]

OW? THE HELL?

*He tosses his sword into his other hand and tries to cut the lid? Latch? Whatever the top of the bag is, off. *

[drifting-collector]

*Drifter bites his other hand just as hard as the bag did. Did I mention these are also crits due to the glasses? Aka they hurt like hell. Drifter’s also grabbed the blade of Mercenary’s sword to try and throw it away*

[hired-blade]

NUH-UH. NO YOU WILL NOT.

*He snatches his sword back still trying to get the deranged back off of his arm.*

[drifting-collector]

*Both Drifter and the bag start pulling on his arms in opposite directions, their teeth clamping down harder*

[hired-blade]

HOW DID I END UP HERE??

*He kicks Drifter in the knee, hoping it will at least do something. Did I mention that Merc can pack a pretty hard kick?*

[drifting-collector]

*Too bad Drifter is very squishy. It does practically nothing, except make her bite harder*

[hired-blade]

*He tries to kick the bag? Maybe that will do something...*

OH COME ON! @turret-lover-n-bungus-enjoyer HELP-

[drifting-collector]

*The bag squeaks. That’s it. They’re pulling harder now*

[hired-blade]

THATS IT!

*He bites Drifter's shoulder as hard as he can, which is pretty hard. *

[drifting-collector]

ARGH- *She stops biting, slamming her fist into Mercenary’s skull HARD, probably hard enough to bounce his head*

[hired-blade]

*He lets go and stumbles back, trying to regain his thoughts.*

...the hell..?

[drifting-collector]

*She punches him again just as hard, if not harder. She put most of her body weight into this one*

[hired-blade]

*This time he blocks it, ducks, and runs out the door as fast he possibly can. He's not trying to die, alright. *

[drifting-collector]

COWARD! *She’s chasing after him, keeping pace surprisingly well considering her size*

[hired-blade]

IT'S CALLED STRATEGY!

*He's still bolting down the hallway. Good luck keeping up with him. He's probably going to grab either Captain or Engie. *

[drifting-collector]

*He can hear her footsteps abruptly stop.*

[hired-blade]

*He notices this but continues to run. You could say he's slightly afraid of stopping in fear of what could happen to him. *

[drifting-collector]

*Stopping, continuing to run, it all would’ve led to the same outcome. Drifter’s bag collides with his torso at high speeds; some scrap metal flew out towards him as well*

[hired-blade]

*He falls, catching himself and continuing to run even faster, if that's even possible. *

HA! NICE TRY!

[drifting-collector]

*THE BAG IS RUNNING AFTER HIMMMMMMMM*

[hired-blade]

*He looks behind him. *

Wait- WAIT- WHAT THE- QULLE LE ENFER-?

*He's still bolting down the hall. *

[drifting-collector]

*It's FAST, especially for a bag of all things*

[hired-blade]

CAN SOMEONE TELL ME HOW THIS THING'S MOVING???

*He quickly side-steps into an empty storage room. *

@tired-veteran @turret-lover-n-bungus-enjoyer HELL, ANYBODY? THIS DERANGED BAG IS TRYING TO KILL ME-

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*false son appears and fires several lunar spikes into the bag*

I AM HERE TO ASSIST. ARE YOU OKAY?

[hired-blade]

MERCI LE DIEU! NON, JE NE SUIS PAS BIEN. JE SUIS HEUREUX VOTRE ICI-

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

I’M AFRAID I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOU’RE SAYING

*he approaches the bag and slams it with his club*

[drifting-collector]

*It squeaks again, this time t-throwing molotovs at False Son???? I guess it can use equipment??*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*fire isn’t super effective against stone. That being said, he instinctively covers the halcyon seed in his chest with his free hand while swinging at the bag with his club*

[drifting-collector]

*The bag keeps squeaking; it doesn’t appear to be taking damage. It starts ignoring False Son attacking it, now ramming into the door. It. Isn’t doing much*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*after stomping out the flames nearby him, he picks up the bag, trying to get a better look at it*

CURIOUS

I KNOW DRIFTER WAS ACTING WEIRD LATELY, BUT THIS FEELS TO ANIMALISTIC, EVEN FOR HER. I ALSO NOTICE A LACK OF DEATH THREATS/BANTER

[drifting-collector]

*The bag squirms in his grip, clearly not pleased at being held. And speak of the devil, Drifter seems to be approaching. With a pickaxe. One of Miners, specifically*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*false son looks between the bag and drifter several times*

WHY ARE THERE TWO OF YOU?

[drifting-collector]

…False Son that’s my fucking bag. How are you this stupid. *She sighs, her eye being half lidded as she stares at him*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*he looks at the bag*

DRIFTER HOW IS YOUR BAG WIELDING A PICKAXE?

[drifting-collector]

FALSE SON STOP TALKING TO MY FUCKING BAG.

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

WAIT IM HOLDING YOUR BAG?

WHY IS YOUR BAG MOVING?

[drifting-collector]

IT’S ALIVE, OBVIOUSLY. GOD, YOU’RE INFURIATING.

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

HOLD ON, I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE SENTIENT BAG. WHY DOES A SENTIENT BAG HAVE ANOTHER LIVING BAG AS A BAG?

*as drifter responds to this stupid question, false son chucks the bag at her*

[drifting-collector]

*She catches the bag, slinging it onto her back* I am NOT A SENTIENT BAG.

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*your bag feels slightly lighter*

*he took a stone flux pauldron, infusion, several bison steaks, and a luminous shot*

*he fires a volley of like 20 lunar spikes*

TAKE THIS

[drifting-collector]

*They stick into her briefly before popping out, kinda like rubber* Good thing I have duplicates. You can keep those, especially the pauldron. *She dusts herself off as well as her bag, glaring at False Son* Anywho, I’m tired of this back and forth. You can keep your disaster of a swordsman for now, I’m going to kill someone more interesting. *She begins walking down the hall, her bag sticking its tongue out at False Son*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*he follows behind her as discretely*

*or as discretely as a giant stone being who has to fire spikes at regular intervals to maintain speed*

[drifting-collector]

False Son, fuck off. *She flips him off and keeps walking*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*he keeps following*

[drifting-collector]

*She huffs, stopping and turning to face him* Go. Away. *She reaches into her bag and grabs some more Infusions, tossing them at his feet* There. A gift. Now leave me alone.

[drifting-collector]

Are you demure???

Shut the fuck up. Kill yourself. Obliterate.

[drifting-collector]

Great. You have your glasses. Now HURRY UP AND S T R I K E.

Most of them are resting by now, take advantage of that V U L N E R A B I L I T Y.

They may be strong but your H A T R E D I S S T R O N G E R.

ALRIGHT @hired-blade,COME HERE YOU STUPID CUNT.

[hired-blade]

HOW ABOUT NO???

[drifting-collector]

TOO FUCKING BAD. *Oh hey, there goes your door again she kicked it down 💔*

[hired-blade]

I JUST FIXED THAT, PRICK-

*He's already drawing his sword.*

[drifting-collector]

*She picks up his door and chucks it at him* DON’T CARE, DIDN’T ASK!

[hired-blade]

*He easily ducks under door and quickly whips around to cut Drifter's legs.*

[drifting-collector]

*She slams her bag down into his back, backing away and beginning to rummage through her bag* Where is it I KNOW I still have it….

[hired-blade]

*He attempts role out from under the bag while she's distracted looking.*

[drifting-collector]

*As he does, she pulls out what she was looking for. A revolver 😭* Knew it. *she rolls the chamber before snapping it into place, her gaze landing on Mercenary* Can you deflect bullets, perchance?

[hired-blade]

What do you think, smartass?

*He enters a ready stance, doing a pretty cool motion with his sword that I don't know how to explain. *

[drifting-collector]

Let’s see how good you do in the dark! *She grins before shooting the light out, then firing the remaining 5 bullets at Mercenary*

[hired-blade]

*And with calculated precision, he dodges 2 of the bullets and cuts the remaining 3 with practiced ease. And before Drifter could react, he lunges straight at her. *

[drifting-collector]

*She blinks in shock, her bag immediately biting Mercenary’s dominant arm hard enough to draw blood*

[hired-blade]

OW? THE HELL?

*He tosses his sword into his other hand and tries to cut the lid? Latch? Whatever the top of the bag is, off. *

[drifting-collector]

*Drifter bites his other hand just as hard as the bag did. Did I mention these are also crits due to the glasses? Aka they hurt like hell. Drifter’s also grabbed the blade of Mercenary’s sword to try and throw it away*

[hired-blade]

NUH-UH. NO YOU WILL NOT.

*He snatches his sword back still trying to get the deranged back off of his arm.*

[drifting-collector]

*Both Drifter and the bag start pulling on his arms in opposite directions, their teeth clamping down harder*

[hired-blade]

HOW DID I END UP HERE??

*He kicks Drifter in the knee, hoping it will at least do something. Did I mention that Merc can pack a pretty hard kick?*

[drifting-collector]

*Too bad Drifter is very squishy. It does practically nothing, except make her bite harder*

[hired-blade]

*He tries to kick the bag? Maybe that will do something...*

OH COME ON! @turret-lover-n-bungus-enjoyer HELP-

[drifting-collector]

*The bag squeaks. That’s it. They’re pulling harder now*

[hired-blade]

THATS IT!

*He bites Drifter's shoulder as hard as he can, which is pretty hard. *

[drifting-collector]

ARGH- *She stops biting, slamming her fist into Mercenary’s skull HARD, probably hard enough to bounce his head*

[hired-blade]

*He lets go and stumbles back, trying to regain his thoughts.*

...the hell..?

[drifting-collector]

*She punches him again just as hard, if not harder. She put most of her body weight into this one*

[hired-blade]

*This time he blocks it, ducks, and runs out the door as fast he possibly can. He's not trying to die, alright. *

[drifting-collector]

COWARD! *She’s chasing after him, keeping pace surprisingly well considering her size*

[hired-blade]

IT'S CALLED STRATEGY!

*He's still bolting down the hallway. Good luck keeping up with him. He's probably going to grab either Captain or Engie. *

[drifting-collector]

*He can hear her footsteps abruptly stop.*

[hired-blade]

*He notices this but continues to run. You could say he's slightly afraid of stopping in fear of what could happen to him. *

[drifting-collector]

*Stopping, continuing to run, it all would’ve led to the same outcome. Drifter’s bag collides with his torso at high speeds; some scrap metal flew out towards him as well*

[hired-blade]

*He falls, catching himself and continuing to run even faster, if that's even possible. *

HA! NICE TRY!

[drifting-collector]

*THE BAG IS RUNNING AFTER HIMMMMMMMM*

[hired-blade]

*He looks behind him. *

Wait- WAIT- WHAT THE- QULLE LE ENFER-?

*He's still bolting down the hall. *

[drifting-collector]

*It's FAST, especially for a bag of all things*

[hired-blade]

CAN SOMEONE TELL ME HOW THIS THING'S MOVING???

*He quickly side-steps into an empty storage room. *

@tired-veteran @turret-lover-n-bungus-enjoyer HELL, ANYBODY? THIS DERANGED BAG IS TRYING TO KILL ME-

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*false son appears and fires several lunar spikes into the bag*

I AM HERE TO ASSIST. ARE YOU OKAY?

[hired-blade]

MERCI LE DIEU! NON, JE NE SUIS PAS BIEN. JE SUIS HEUREUX VOTRE ICI-

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

I’M AFRAID I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOU’RE SAYING

*he approaches the bag and slams it with his club*

[drifting-collector]

*It squeaks again, this time t-throwing molotovs at False Son???? I guess it can use equipment??*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*fire isn’t super effective against stone. That being said, he instinctively covers the halcyon seed in his chest with his free hand while swinging at the bag with his club*

[drifting-collector]

*The bag keeps squeaking; it doesn’t appear to be taking damage. It starts ignoring False Son attacking it, now ramming into the door. It. Isn’t doing much*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*after stomping out the flames nearby him, he picks up the bag, trying to get a better look at it*

CURIOUS

I KNOW DRIFTER WAS ACTING WEIRD LATELY, BUT THIS FEELS TO ANIMALISTIC, EVEN FOR HER. I ALSO NOTICE A LACK OF DEATH THREATS/BANTER

[drifting-collector]

*The bag squirms in his grip, clearly not pleased at being held. And speak of the devil, Drifter seems to be approaching. With a pickaxe. One of Miners, specifically*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*false son looks between the bag and drifter several times*

WHY ARE THERE TWO OF YOU?

[drifting-collector]

…False Son that’s my fucking bag. How are you this stupid. *She sighs, her eye being half lidded as she stares at him*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*he looks at the bag*

DRIFTER HOW IS YOUR BAG WIELDING A PICKAXE?

[drifting-collector]

FALSE SON STOP TALKING TO MY FUCKING BAG.

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

WAIT IM HOLDING YOUR BAG?

WHY IS YOUR BAG MOVING?

[drifting-collector]

IT’S ALIVE, OBVIOUSLY. GOD, YOU’RE INFURIATING.

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

HOLD ON, I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE SENTIENT BAG. WHY DOES A SENTIENT BAG HAVE ANOTHER LIVING BAG AS A BAG?

*as drifter responds to this stupid question, false son chucks the bag at her*

[drifting-collector]

*She catches the bag, slinging it onto her back* I am NOT A SENTIENT BAG.

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*your bag feels slightly lighter*

*he took a stone flux pauldron, infusion, several bison steaks, and a luminous shot*

*he fires a volley of like 20 lunar spikes*

TAKE THIS

[drifting-collector]

*They stick into her briefly before popping out, kinda like rubber* Good thing I have duplicates. You can keep those, especially the pauldron. *She dusts herself off as well as her bag, glaring at False Son* Anywho, I’m tired of this back and forth. You can keep your disaster of a swordsman for now, I’m going to kill someone more interesting. *She begins walking down the hall, her bag sticking its tongue out at False Son*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*he follows behind her as discretely*

*or as discretely as a giant stone being who has to fire spikes at regular intervals to maintain speed*

[drifting-collector]

False Son, fuck off. *She flips him off and keeps walking*

[drifting-collector]

Great. You have your glasses. Now HURRY UP AND S T R I K E.

Most of them are resting by now, take advantage of that V U L N E R A B I L I T Y.

They may be strong but your H A T R E D I S S T R O N G E R.

ALRIGHT @hired-blade,COME HERE YOU STUPID CUNT.

[hired-blade]

HOW ABOUT NO???

[drifting-collector]

TOO FUCKING BAD. *Oh hey, there goes your door again she kicked it down 💔*

[hired-blade]

I JUST FIXED THAT, PRICK-

*He's already drawing his sword.*

[drifting-collector]

*She picks up his door and chucks it at him* DON’T CARE, DIDN’T ASK!

[hired-blade]

*He easily ducks under door and quickly whips around to cut Drifter's legs.*

[drifting-collector]

*She slams her bag down into his back, backing away and beginning to rummage through her bag* Where is it I KNOW I still have it….

[hired-blade]

*He attempts role out from under the bag while she's distracted looking.*

[drifting-collector]

*As he does, she pulls out what she was looking for. A revolver 😭* Knew it. *she rolls the chamber before snapping it into place, her gaze landing on Mercenary* Can you deflect bullets, perchance?

[hired-blade]

What do you think, smartass?

*He enters a ready stance, doing a pretty cool motion with his sword that I don't know how to explain. *

[drifting-collector]

Let’s see how good you do in the dark! *She grins before shooting the light out, then firing the remaining 5 bullets at Mercenary*

[hired-blade]

*And with calculated precision, he dodges 2 of the bullets and cuts the remaining 3 with practiced ease. And before Drifter could react, he lunges straight at her. *

[drifting-collector]

*She blinks in shock, her bag immediately biting Mercenary’s dominant arm hard enough to draw blood*

[hired-blade]

OW? THE HELL?

*He tosses his sword into his other hand and tries to cut the lid? Latch? Whatever the top of the bag is, off. *

[drifting-collector]

*Drifter bites his other hand just as hard as the bag did. Did I mention these are also crits due to the glasses? Aka they hurt like hell. Drifter’s also grabbed the blade of Mercenary’s sword to try and throw it away*

[hired-blade]

NUH-UH. NO YOU WILL NOT.

*He snatches his sword back still trying to get the deranged back off of his arm.*

[drifting-collector]

*Both Drifter and the bag start pulling on his arms in opposite directions, their teeth clamping down harder*

[hired-blade]

HOW DID I END UP HERE??

*He kicks Drifter in the knee, hoping it will at least do something. Did I mention that Merc can pack a pretty hard kick?*

[drifting-collector]

*Too bad Drifter is very squishy. It does practically nothing, except make her bite harder*

[hired-blade]

*He tries to kick the bag? Maybe that will do something...*

OH COME ON! @turret-lover-n-bungus-enjoyer HELP-

[drifting-collector]

*The bag squeaks. That’s it. They’re pulling harder now*

[hired-blade]

THATS IT!

*He bites Drifter's shoulder as hard as he can, which is pretty hard. *

[drifting-collector]

ARGH- *She stops biting, slamming her fist into Mercenary’s skull HARD, probably hard enough to bounce his head*

[hired-blade]

*He lets go and stumbles back, trying to regain his thoughts.*

...the hell..?

[drifting-collector]

*She punches him again just as hard, if not harder. She put most of her body weight into this one*

[hired-blade]

*This time he blocks it, ducks, and runs out the door as fast he possibly can. He's not trying to die, alright. *

[drifting-collector]

COWARD! *She’s chasing after him, keeping pace surprisingly well considering her size*

[hired-blade]

IT'S CALLED STRATEGY!

*He's still bolting down the hallway. Good luck keeping up with him. He's probably going to grab either Captain or Engie. *

[drifting-collector]

*He can hear her footsteps abruptly stop.*

[hired-blade]

*He notices this but continues to run. You could say he's slightly afraid of stopping in fear of what could happen to him. *

[drifting-collector]

*Stopping, continuing to run, it all would’ve led to the same outcome. Drifter’s bag collides with his torso at high speeds; some scrap metal flew out towards him as well*

[hired-blade]

*He falls, catching himself and continuing to run even faster, if that's even possible. *

HA! NICE TRY!

[drifting-collector]

*THE BAG IS RUNNING AFTER HIMMMMMMMM*

[hired-blade]

*He looks behind him. *

Wait- WAIT- WHAT THE- QULLE LE ENFER-?

*He's still bolting down the hall. *

[drifting-collector]

*It's FAST, especially for a bag of all things*

[hired-blade]

CAN SOMEONE TELL ME HOW THIS THING'S MOVING???

*He quickly side-steps into an empty storage room. *

@tired-veteran @turret-lover-n-bungus-enjoyer HELL, ANYBODY? THIS DERANGED BAG IS TRYING TO KILL ME-

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*false son appears and fires several lunar spikes into the bag*

I AM HERE TO ASSIST. ARE YOU OKAY?

[hired-blade]

MERCI LE DIEU! NON, JE NE SUIS PAS BIEN. JE SUIS HEUREUX VOTRE ICI-

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

I’M AFRAID I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOU’RE SAYING

*he approaches the bag and slams it with his club*

[drifting-collector]

*It squeaks again, this time t-throwing molotovs at False Son???? I guess it can use equipment??*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*fire isn’t super effective against stone. That being said, he instinctively covers the halcyon seed in his chest with his free hand while swinging at the bag with his club*

[drifting-collector]

*The bag keeps squeaking; it doesn’t appear to be taking damage. It starts ignoring False Son attacking it, now ramming into the door. It. Isn’t doing much*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*after stomping out the flames nearby him, he picks up the bag, trying to get a better look at it*

CURIOUS

I KNOW DRIFTER WAS ACTING WEIRD LATELY, BUT THIS FEELS TO ANIMALISTIC, EVEN FOR HER. I ALSO NOTICE A LACK OF DEATH THREATS/BANTER

[drifting-collector]

*The bag squirms in his grip, clearly not pleased at being held. And speak of the devil, Drifter seems to be approaching. With a pickaxe. One of Miners, specifically*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*false son looks between the bag and drifter several times*

WHY ARE THERE TWO OF YOU?

[drifting-collector]

…False Son that’s my fucking bag. How are you this stupid. *She sighs, her eye being half lidded as she stares at him*

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*he looks at the bag*

DRIFTER HOW IS YOUR BAG WIELDING A PICKAXE?

[drifting-collector]

FALSE SON STOP TALKING TO MY FUCKING BAG.

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

WAIT IM HOLDING YOUR BAG?

WHY IS YOUR BAG MOVING?

[drifting-collector]

IT’S ALIVE, OBVIOUSLY. GOD, YOU’RE INFURIATING.

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

HOLD ON, I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE SENTIENT BAG. WHY DOES A SENTIENT BAG HAVE ANOTHER LIVING BAG AS A BAG?

*as drifter responds to this stupid question, false son chucks the bag at her*

[drifting-collector]

*She catches the bag, slinging it onto her back* I am NOT A SENTIENT BAG.

[halcyon-seeded-bison-enjoyer]

*your bag feels slightly lighter*

*he took a stone flux pauldron, infusion, several bison steaks, and a luminous shot*

*he fires a volley of like 20 lunar spikes*

TAKE THIS

[drifting-collector]

*They stick into her briefly before popping out, kinda like rubber* Good thing I have duplicates. You can keep those, especially the pauldron. *She dusts herself off as well as her bag, glaring at False Son* Anywho, I’m tired of this back and forth. You can keep your disaster of a swordsman for now, I’m going to kill someone more interesting. *She begins walking down the hall, her bag sticking its tongue out at False Son*

[hattedcowboy]

Forget what the other Merc said- if you touch anything of mine, you will lose your life. But either way, Enchante, ami! Bienvenue!

@hired-blade

‘Nother language? Didn’t know you were that smart.

[hired-blade]

What are you? Incompetent? It's French. Google it or something. You do have a translator, right? Or are you too dumb to use that too.

[hattedcowboy]

What are you? A dropout? French is another language. Nothin’ i said was incorrect. Or are you too dumb to understand basic english?

He snorts and chuckles, looking away as if to silently say “This guy.”

[hired-blade]

Oh, trust me, I can speak English better than you, and I'm not even from the country.

[the-merc-from-ror2]

Aren’t you being attacked right now?

[hired-blade]

Forget about that...

[drifting-collector]

Pilot deserves better

Your opinion is invalid. No one asked, no one cares. This was a weak attempt at getting me riled up. You askers need to get creative. *totally on the verge of tears*

[drifting-collector]

Whats your opinion on everyone in the group?

Both Mercenaries stink. I want Captain dead, same with Bandit and the orb headed shortstack. The female Loader is fine, the male one needs to die. Enforcer is ok I guess. Bit annoying. Engie is annoying as hell. Artificer is fine, she hasn’t done anything egregious. Railgunner is…… Seeker’s there, I don’t see her much though. I’m dating Pilot so of course I love him. Don’t like any of the robots. False Son I also want dead. Void Fiend is actually pretty cool. And I’m scared of Sniper believe it or not. Even before getting corrupted- even before dying I’ve seen them do insanely reckless things. So imagine what they’d do now.

[out-of-stars-and-thyme]

Wow you hate literally all my blogs

[drifting-collector]

I hate you too.

[bulwark-of-the-weak]

bites you bites you bites you

Ah, you're rather violent.

Reminds me of the bagged one.

[drifting-collector]

bites you.

[drifting-collector]

Whats your opinion on everyone in the group?

Both Mercenaries stink. I want Captain dead, same with Bandit and the orb headed shortstack. The female Loader is fine, the male one needs to die. Enforcer is ok I guess. Bit annoying. Engie is annoying as hell. Artificer is fine, she hasn’t done anything egregious. Railgunner is…… Seeker’s there, I don’t see her much though. I’m dating Pilot so of course I love him. Don’t like any of the robots. False Son I also want dead. Void Fiend is actually pretty cool. And I’m scared of Sniper believe it or not. Even before getting corrupted- even before dying I’ve seen them do insanely reckless things. So imagine what they’d do now.