Hunter of Treasure & Fearless Explorer

Alias: PAGLIACCI SHSL: Treasure Hunter ------------------------------ [RP Icons by Ezri]

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Fox and Hound | Chapter 2 [Closed: Obama]

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Even if Bams still hadn’t quite manage to relax out of the stiff, almost ‘I surrender’ position her hands were in as Pags continued to hug her, she was still doing a fantastic job of sounding completely unimpressed at his suggestions. Well. More unimpressed than even her usual, anyway.

“Huh. Okay. Yeah, you’re right. The concept of either of us being stabbed is absolutely hilarious. Truly this is the absolute peak of comedy. I can probably even make it last even longer by not realising you’ve stabbed me until someone points it out. I’m rolling on the floor over here.”

Pags’ weird sense of humour aside. At least Bams was noticeably seen to relax when Pags finally released her and tossed the knife onto the floor, even if it did cause her feet to quickly hop away from the general direction he seemed to be lining up the throw for. Her eyes were focused on him, the girl patiently waiting for whatever the hell would happen next- even if the best idea probably  would have been to excuse herself and scoot off with some cleaning supplies, there was some kind of need to prove she could stand her ground at this point.

–Only for her stoic look to be shaken off once again as Pags just fell backwards in front of her, and almost immediately Bams herself was crouched by his side with actual sudden concern. One hand hovered by Pags’ shoulder, as though to try slide it underneath and sit him up, but the gap wasn’t quite closed just yet.

“Whoa. Hey, now. Holy shit. What the fuck was that for? But uh, okay. Okay. I know this. Can you sit up and tell me if you feel dizzy, or anything. We kinda need to get you back upstairs to deal with this one. Even you don’t wanna fuck around with a head injury, you know.”

…Probably a lot more serious than Pags expected, then.

Blink. Blink, blink. The blank look on his face slowly morphed into confusion, but then that quickly changed into a smile.

“Aha~! Look at you be so concerned!” Snickering, he puts a hand on his forehead. “It’s no big deal! I’ve hit my head quite a few times! This was nothing!”

Pagliacci tenses his abdomen as he moves his hands across his chest and sits up straight like Dracula rising from his coffin. He then turns his head so Obama could see the back.

“I don’t feel any bleeding, and I guess I take back what I said. That reaction of yours cured my boredom~! Haha! I think I can walk again!”

The treasure hunter gets off the floor and stands up. He offers Obama his hand to help her get back up. Once they were both back standing again, he does look around the room, his eyes settling on the elevator.

“I guess if you want to have a date with me I can stick around. What do you wanna go do?”

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Fox and Hound | Chapter 2 [Closed: Obama]

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Slightly calmer and able to dig more into Pags she now may well be - once she’d regained her breath from that entire knife jump scare, anyway - but that didn’t mean Bams now felt she totally had a grip on the situation. Even if her overall demeanour remained as calm and composed as usual, it was probably obvious by how her gaze slowly followed Pags’ finger as it moved, as though she expected him to suddenly pull another weapon right from the air before him or something. She still didn’t sound much more than unimpressed when she replied, however.

“Let me guess. You’re one of the ‘excellent’ people who fall into laughing, right. I have no idea why being stabbed might be a laughing matter like, even outside of here. But, hey. If that’s what gets you going, in any sense. I’d say who am I to judge, but that implies I’ve thought into it enough to decide not to judge. And I really don’t want to, so.”

Knife shaming aside. The fact that Pags just stood and quietly listened to her - or at least appeared to - also did a stunning job of putting Bams back on some kind of edge, though for now, it only showed in a raise of her eyebrow.

“Hey. That’s a little cold, isn’t it. I know I was talking shit about her sense of self preservation, but. It’s not like she was setting up all week to get herself killed, you know. She got tricked into it, plain and simple. By the sounds of it, anyway. Was anyone even following what was happening by the end of that shitshow “trial”.”

Yep. She unfolded her arms to make the air quotes.

“And hey, I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve been in that cupboard myself yet. Never mind gotten myself stuck in there. I don’t know why anyone’s idea of fun would be to just stand in that tiny cupboard which probably stinks vaguely of, like, bleach or something. But again. You’re just a mystery to me that I’m not thinking into.”

And then Pags came in for the hug, Bams seeing it coming but not reacting nearly fast enough for the speed he closed in; she’d only managed to tense up and half raise her hands in a ‘Hey–’ before he’d closed in on her properly. Bams wriggled for approximately two seconds before giving up with a sigh, slowly closing an eye. Just one. Partly because of her next question.

“Hey. You’d better be watching that knife. If you stab me through this somehow, it’s just going to get awkward for both of us. Could you like, uh. Push me away carefully and put the knife elsewhere first. If you really have to hug me.”

“Hmm~? I didn’t think about that!” He snickers. “That would be so funny if it stabbed either of us! I’d be like ‘Crikey, my leg!’ or you’d be like ‘Oh Pags, the knife is cutting into me!’ and it’d all be because of a simple embrace!”

Pagliacci releases her and backs up. He retrieves the knife from his pocket and tosses it on the floor. He now puts his hands behind his back and sways slightly. The treasure hunter’s eyes are trained on some spot past Obama.

He yawns and covers his mouth. He stops swaying and then just lets himself fall onto his back with a thud. His head hitting the ground made him grab at it as it throbbed.

“Oi, that stings.” He rubs at his head while still on the ground.

“Hey Washington. I’m bored now. Carry me be back upstairs.”

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Fox and Hound | Chapter 2 [Closed: Obama]

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She had kind of expected to be laughed at as soon as she had registered that it was none other than Pags who stood before her in the cupboard for some reason, so actually, it all just landed a rather dull blow on her than anything more intense. But unfortunately it didn’t look that way due to Bams’ nerves still trying to calm themselves down and the need to check she was alright screaming at her after taking that tumble before the knife, so her expression wasn’t quite as stoic as it usually was. If anything she looked a little sheepish, not quite meeting Pags’ eyes.

“Hey. Why am I not allowed to assume I’m possibly being murdered, in this murder game dump, when I see a knife coming at me. Like, even outside of that, how is anyone meant to reaction in that situation. Did you expect me to try and shake your hand or something. Oh, hello there. How nice of you to wait here just for me with something lethal. This is a perfectly normal scenario.”

She didn’t even bother trying to follow Pags’ movement when he started circling her, staring right ahead into the open cupboard in the vague hope she could spot the cleaning supplies she was looking for while this was going on, before she realised that she appeared to have actually landed something on him here. Well. Okay. The chandelier thing was a rather low blow, even if she wasn’t Claire herself, but it wasn’t something Bams could pass up.

“Wouldn’t a ghost just be able to pass through furniture like that. But nah. 3/10. Maybe I could have given you that extra point if you’d had more confidence in ghost Nic’s look, or something like that. Anyway. Sure, whatever. You know it’s just us down here, right. Not that embarrassing to admit you just got stuck in the cupboard rather than, I don’t know, being there for fun or something. Even your weird sense of humour doesn’t seem suited for sitting in a dark cupboard with some cleaning supplies. Unless you want to tell me you get a kick out of messing around with a mop, or something.”

The treasure hunter puts his index on the tip of his nose and moves it slowly in a circular path. She brought up some good points. That is a perfectly good reaction and Pagliacci agrees.

“Hmmmm. Some people experience a type of paralysis in fear. Some odd blokes and sheilas might be too slow to even realise anything is wrong and let themselves get stabbed.” Pagliacci’s mouth curves into a slight smirk. “An excellent handful of people might even crack a smile or laugh in response.”

As for her criticism of his practical joke, he only stood there and listened carefully to every word she said. Not unlike someone listening to a mentor to help improve their own skills. When all was said and done, Pagliacci snickered.

“Miss Obama~ I’m a treasure hunter! Not a ghost whisperer! Or a friend of Nickel’s! I never talked to her. She was too busy getting ready to die, I guess. Oi... her loss~!”

Pagliacci leans to the side to now peer over at the cleaning supplies.

“How would I get stuck in there?” He raises an eyebrow, curiously looking at the corners of the wall to measure the dimensions. “Don’t you think I’m always carrying on like a pork chop? I was defs having fun in there! Waiting to jump out at someone is always worth it! Well... unless they take too long but I knew I could count on you to not let me down, mate!”

Quickly, he goes to wrap his arms around her in a friendly hug. How sweet.

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Fox and Hound | Chapter 2 [Closed: Obama]

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As far as weird days went, in a situation and setting that had such fun weird little quirks like ‘people are encouraged to murder each other’ and ‘the hotel layout feels like a really bad Sims job’, this had been one of the weirdest goddamn days so far.

So Bams didn’t think she could be blamed for wanting to do something as mundane as taking a trek down to the basement for these fabled cleaning supplies she’d just heard about. Especially since her bedroom, despite best efforts, was still spewing out cobwebs any corner she peeked into. At this point, the novelty (if it could be called that, since yknow, cobwebs) had worn off.

Unfortunately for Bams, it didn’t take long for the image of a mundane event today to be thoroughly stamped down into the trash, as the closet she was beginning to approach started to make scratching noises.

…Nah. Okay. Yes, she’d seen and heard about a bunch of weird shit at this point. But given she was in this disaster of a hotel and she’d already seen a bunch of mice making themselves at home in somewhere much more open? Even with a heightened sense of paranoia, it wasn’t quite enough to talk Bams out of this one.

But there was just enough paranoia putting her on edge here to cause the usually kinda stoic girl to straight up drop that and scream when she yanked the door open and came face to face with a knife, actually falling right back onto the ground as she jerked back to avoid the blade. Because of that, it took her a second to register what the fresh hell was going on, and even with the shock still on her face she managed to sound unimpressed.

“Holy shit, Pags. What the fuck was that for? You know there’s a difference between ‘prank’ and ‘actual solid murder attempt’ down here still, right. Holy shit. You owe me, like, a paper bag to breathe into or something.”

With an extremely late noise of ‘ow’ as she eased herself back up to face Pags, Bams let out a heavy breath and attempted to look some form of cool again by folding her arms. Her eyes were on the knife though, and she remained a decent few steps back from Pags.

“What the hell are you even doing down here anyway. With a knife, no less. Did you get stuck in the cupboard or something. Doesn’t really explain why you brought a knife down here though. Also, uh, solid 3/10 for the impression of Nic’s ghost there. Sorry. That’s all I can offer.”

Quickly, he covered his mouth with his free hand as Obama fell to the floor with a holler. He was doing his best to hold back his laughter but a giggle slipped through the cracks every so often. He listened carefully to Obama and even turned the knife in his hand when she mentioned it.

He slips the knife into his pocket and moves hi hand away from his mouth. He was still smiling, but it seems his fit of laughter has officially passed by.

“The look on your face! Priceless~! Oi, it looked like you thought I was actually going to murder you!” He claps his hands a few times as if he approved a performance. “I wasn’t expecting much of anything, I didn’t even know it’d be you of all people! You don’t live up to your alias, do you?”

Pagliacci snickers as he finally leaves the closet. He circles around her, smiling all the while. He then suddenly stops and crosses his arms.

“Hey! C’mon! It was at least a solid 4/10!” He puffs out his cheeks. It looks like her comment finally hit him. “No! No, no! I did not get stuck in a cupboard or something! The only way Nickel’s ghost would get stuck is if it was under a chandelier!”

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Buried Treasure | [Closed: Mongrel]

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Ever since having been outside, Mongrel was curious about the flora of the area. She’d spent time examining the different fruits and trees around the entire grounds, and came up with one startling conclusion.

Who fucking knew what was up with all this bullshit.

There hadn’t been many places where Mongrel hadn’t been at this point, so for the most part, she was backtracking, making sure there wasn’t anything she’d missed. Mongrel wasn’t taking notes. She was keeping everything in her mind. After all, if there was one thing she was good at, it was… Uh. Nature… Stuff.

Mongrel approached the graveyard with a bit of a shudder, looking around at the graves, unsure of what they’d be used for (but having an idea!) and wondering why the fuck there needed to be a graveyard at the hotel. That particular question was squashed immediately given the circumstance. This was not an ordinary place, nor an ordinary hotel.

And that was not an ordinary voice calling to her. She turned… Oh god.

Oh christ.

An expression of pure disgust fell over her features as Pagliacci called to her, asking for her… Help. Seriously? She raised a hand to the side of her mouth, calling back toward him.

“Hey, asshole, FUCK YOURSELF.”

Thanks, Mongrel.

He spotted her moving her hand to her mouth, an assistance to help direct her voice at him better. He immediately cupped a hand around his ear to help hear whatever she said-- well! How rude!

Pagliacci frowned, but that frown was replaced by snickering moments later. That’s not a good look for a serious question. Thus, he focuses himself so his words would have more substance to them.

Raising a hand to the side of his mouth, responding to her, “So is that a no? Or a request?” He moves his hand down and shrugs to himself. “I’m not sure how you could mess it up, but asshole isn’t that close! It’s Pagliacci!”

The chaotic individual decides to walk over to Mongrel so they didn’t have to keep shouting. They might wake the dead (despite their being no buried bodies as far as he can tell). Eventually, he stopped walking towards her once he deemed he was at a close enough distance to her.

“Did you end up voting correctly at the end of the trial? You were such a ferocious beast! I didn’t know you could turn into one, literally too! Do you think you can make yourself looks like a donkey?”

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Fox and Hound | Chapter 2 [Closed: Obama]

Even Pagliacci can admit that the basement is kind of gross. Though, he can’t honestly say that he’s not bothered by it. Earlier, the treasure hunter had scared, or at least startled, someone down there. It was the perfect place for such a prank! It’s a new area, one that people have been quite accustomed to yet. The atmosphere also lends itself to the spook factor.

So when Pagliacci was starting to get bored once again, he made his way to the elevator and hopped off on the lower level. He quickly peeked into all the rooms, nooks, and crannies to see if anyone was already down there. Luckily, it’s vacated. That means he’s got the whole place to himself undisturbed.

Armed with a knife from the kitchen, he stands in the janitorial closet. He’s standing just behind the door, so whoever opens it would be greeted with a face full of Pags. While he might start to get bored, he’s blessed with the sound of the elevator. Someone had just come down.

Wanting to speed things up, Pagliacci makes light scratching noises against the wall.

Once the door opens up–

He shouts, “Ooeee! I am the ghost of Nickel, who has not booty, come to exact vengeance!” Pags flashes the knife and jerks his hand. “Die!”

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Buried Treasure | [Closed: Mongrel]

The day after the trial to uncover the truth behind Nickel–Claire’s?– murder, Pagliacci remembered there was a place he specifically wanted to spend more time at. He’d run across it during investigation, but he didn’t have enough time to play around there as he would have preferred. Now, there’s nothing stopping him.

The treasure hunter makes his way outside and into the graveyard. This place… it was beautiful. The dead, the stories untold, the possible treasure that could be found… even the iron-wrought fence seemed to be inviting him, daring him to come uncover what history wants to conceal.

As Pagliacci walks among the gravestones, he makes sure to look and read anything engraved into them, which seemed to be nothing. So he spent most of his time looking at the ground in front of them.

“Laaaaaame! What’s the John Dory? C'mon treasure! Speak to me!”

Pagliacci has now resorted from putting his ear up against the gravestones, as if they would whisper something to him. Rows and rows of graves not yet filled… was this what not giving up looked like? Talking to objects?

Unfortunately for a certain someone, he spots them and waves them over.

“Hey Mongrel! Come help me out! I could use someone with your skills~!”

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Pagliacci puts in five coins! Let's see what he gets!

A Collection of Fucking Rocks 

    …It’s… a… fucking… huge… box… of rocks.Big ones.Small ones.Some as big as your head.Some of them look like fool’s gold, some take the look of crystals.  Some weigh over twenty pounds a piece.  One has a bit of some kind of fossil in it, while others have shark teeth strewn over them.The box is labeled “SUPER COOL ROCKS!!”A… statement… probably from a divorce… is placed at the bottom of the ‘super cool rock’ box.  It estimates the total value of these rocks to be… $3USD.A Collection of Fucking Rocks

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Pagliacci visits the gumball machine and takes the stray gumball. He gives it a lick. Did he make any discoveries in doing so?

It’s… dusty. Nasty.

If you give it a further taste you note the flavor is black licorice, double yuck.

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the flat mates of room 201!

[ art credit to my wonderful friend mickey! ] [ check her out! ]

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Gilded Age | [Open]

After the arrival and explanation of the Great Gambino, Pagliacci’s interest in this place has increased exponentially. Whether or not he understood the gravity of the situation, the Australian was certainly excited for the events to come. In fact, some of the other might have noticed how unconcerned he was. If there was any show of concern, it was probably because he may have had some questions about the rules. Nevertheless, there was a time to ask questions and that time wasn’t now.

With the new area opened up to them, there was just too much to do! He wasn’t done pestering his fellow guests or getting to know them, but as a treasure hunter he can’t deny his spirit for wanting to explore. Once they were free to go about their lives again, Pagliacci darted for the grand exit and made his way to the grounds.

After some time, his curiosity lead him to the dock. There were a lot of imperfections and complaints to be made about the aged, wooden dock, but Pagliacci smiled as he walked along it.

Reaching the end of the dock, he sits down and removes his footwear and rolls up his pants. He lets his legs dangle off the end while soaking his feet in the water. Pagliacci moved his feet slowly to make little ripples on the water’s surface. Every now and then, he made a splash to spice things up a bit.

“Leave?” Pagliacci cups his hands around his mouth to make his voice louder. “Who would want to leave a place like this?”

His voice was loud enough that someone on the other end of the dock may have heard him. Maybe not understand what he said, but heard something to get their attention.

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[ Art Credit: Terra ]

I love this commission of Pagliacci.... now, I must get commissions of him with FRIENDS(?)

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hyacinth O bamble O attn: pagliacci

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Credit where credit was due: Pagliacci’s extremely short and unrelated to anything else response did throw Bamble for a loop, stemming the continuous flow of sarcasm that she seemed to hold so well. Even just for a second, given how much she’d run on with words so far, it was noticeable.

“…Well. Sorry for just fucking around and assuming after, you know. The whole ‘don’t catch the butterflies’ thing.”

Even without that usual sarcastic layer and with some obvious added confusion, Bamble still managed to keep up her air of seeming completely bored and above everything- at least until Pags suddenly prodded at her knee, immediately prompting Bams to shift it away from him like a flinch and actually sounding vaguely put off by him.

“Hey. Come on. Personal space. Or at least not being sudden as shit with invading it.”

At least her slightly exasperated sigh at his last statement gave Bams a chance to let all of that brief concern go, and by the time she came up with a reply, it seemed like she was back to normal. She leaned back in her chair, tipping her head to the side to watch Pags in curiosity.

“Oh. Okay. Right. I think I see. If you’ll just let me put myself right back on this hook like an absolute mug when any sensible person might have walked away already. Is this eligibility stuff some kind of fate or destiny bullshit, then. You about to pull out a crystal ball for this table or something and lay out my life path cryptically. If so. Would rather read the small print before you try charging me two butterflies per hour or anything.”

While her reply on the butterflies didn’t get any remark from, her bit about personal space was met with a genuine look of confusion. It wasn’t unlike someone hearing some stereotype that is obviously wrong. Though, he didn’t prod into the topic. He bit the inside of his cheek in order to make sure his full attention was on the last thing she said.

“What? A hook, mug, and destiny?” He tilted his head and looked over to the owl statue and smiled at it before looking back to Obama, where the smile disappeared. “They are heaps of things you just said mate that I don’t understand.”

Pagliacci hops off the table and stands in front of her. He pats himself down starting with his cheeks and then going all the way down to his ankles. Once that was over with, he straightens back up and stands correctly.

“No papers here! No small print and no crystal ball! Oi, you really are a strange one.” he crosses his arms over his chest, but then moves one upward to rest his fist under his chin. “No need to be suss, remember? Eligibility has nothing to do with fate or destiny, silly roo.”

The Australian chuckles out loud. He takes a couple steps to the side and then looks over his shoulder back at her.

“If you wanna be a wanker about it, it can be related to intelligence.”

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“isn’t it grand? isn’t it great? isn’t it swell? isn’t it fun?” || time @ troy, briefly (open)

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Time stared in disbelief as she witnessed the purest physical embodiment of 2007 “lolz so random! xD” deviantArt culture crawl his way up the stairs. Wasn’t this guy a grown ass adult? She couldn’t remember the exact age, but she was pretty sure everyone here was at least eighteen.

“Oi! Doing these hours I can ask them to suck toes!”

(Fucking goddammit —)

“Hey, hands off!”

She smacked Pagliacci’s hand away out of instinct — not hard enough to leave a mark, at least. Sure, she’d met all kinds of eccentric people during her career, but this guy was starting to really grind her gears. Especially considering she was already stressed because of their situation.

Still, she peered closer at the note on the billboard, lips pursed. Her gaze flicked over to the cubbies, then back to the note — specifically, the part with her name and room number.

“I think those cubbies have the keys to our rooms. Not sure how to get in there, though, I don’t see any doors…”

Time frowned. She wasn’t too keen on the idea of crawling over the desk, especially with this guy in tow.

(Time was right, Pagliacci certain is an adult. He’s 23 to be exact. For being 23 years of age, why is he like this? Perhaps the world will never know.)

His hand being smacked away made him snicker to himself, quietly. The treasure hunter’s eyes follow hers as they landed on the notice. He quickly scanned the note under the billboard and nodded his head.

“Correct!” He snaps his fingers and winked at Time. “I guess you’ll just have to jump the counter, yeah?”

Using his arms, he gestures for Time to go first. It’s only polite to let the woman ahead of him. While waiting for her to crawl on over, he looked back to room assignments.

“Looks like I have a flat mate! Think Jackal and I will get along?”

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hyacinth O bamble O attn: pagliacci

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Perhaps to her credit, Bamble didn’t actually flinch this time at Pags’ hand suddenly being near her face again, though she did end up raising an eyebrow at what he actually said. A few moments of silence were spent considering whether she should take this in her usual sarcastic manner or actually sober up somewhat given that he _probably _still could and would punch her, before the coin she mentally flipped landed on its side.

“Oh. Holy shit. Really. And here I was planning to try catch some butterflies in my bare hands. Absolutely professional over here, don’t you know. Nah, come on, sunshine. I’m just messing with you. Was just an example for me to question how I’m meant to do that proving myself thing you mentioned. Think I already got the no catching thing down. You some kind of insect keeper or something, then.”

As Pags moved slightly mercifully away from her for the time being Bamble just watched him go, lightly tapping a nameless tune out on her arm so she wasn’t completely still, but wound up tipping her head more in confusion anyway.

Before she just. Decided to accept her fate. And crossed over to the table, pulling the chair that Pags climbed on away from the table and sitting down on it herself, looking up at his back.

“Well. Okay. Holy shit. That statement could be extremely ominous. So I guess I’ll just take a bite, probably stupidly, and give you a chance to explain whatever the hell you’re actually talking about. If it’s still somehow about butterflies, I’ll decide whether or not I’m impressed when you’re finished. Looks like I’m just going to have to take sentences from you as they come, huh.”

The ocker nodded his head, letting her know that he wasn’t some sort of insect keeper.

“I don’t care about insects.”

Everything else before that didn’t get a response.

Her sitting down on the chair prompted him to get back on the table. Though, he merely sat on it rather than stood on it. The height difference was still there, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. He deemed this an appropriate position for conversation.

Pagliacci holds his hands together.

“Ominous? It was just matter of fact!” He moves his leg over to poke her knee. “You’ll see~”

The smile that seems to always be on his face makes its return.

“No need to be suss! That’d be silly!” Pagliacci snickers. “Sadly, I am not able to explain it to you yet. You are not eligible.”

He swings his legs back and forth and begins whistling to a some unknown tune. He takes a break in his whistling to add: “You will be, just not yet.”

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[prolo] exitquest [c.c. @ pagliacci]

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That was… perhaps the most literal interpretation of her words he could have gone for. Candy Cane pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Are you stupid? I mean, yeah, that’s what the hotel calls itself, but the Garbage Gambino is….”

a pause.

“…Wait, you’re just trying to piss me off, aren’t you.”

Well, technically, she’d kinda walked into this one. Still, going inside to find someone else to bother would be a hassle, and if this kept going she’d just go and make an utter child of herself. Candy Cane sighed, pushing up the brim of her hat. Time to see if this was really more trouble than it was worth.

“…Okay, all right, well played, dude. What was your name again?”

Great tact.

Pagliacci’s grin remains intact even after everything Candy Cane said. He could detect the sass, but he wouldn’t let that get to him. When she was done talking, he crosses his arms over his chest.

“I am not Stupid! I am Pagliacci!” He enunciated the word ‘stupid’ and his own alias as if making an obvious correction. “Great Gambino! Not Garbage Gambino!”

His hands are now on his hips and he’s giving the woman a stern glare. It’s like a teacher reprimanding a student for making mistakes that they should have already corrected a couple years ago.

However, this glare softened and he appeared normal again. Was that look just moments ago him intentionally trying to appear upset?

“Mate, why would I be trying to piss you off? Do you dislike me?”

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Scavenger Hunt | [Reaction + Open]

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“Aha… nah? You really that disappointed? If you ask nicely, I could give you a friendly punch in the jaw! HAHA!”

It was hard to tell if she was being facetious or not, but no matter what, she seemed to be enjoying whatever the hell act Pags was playing thus far. And she did truly believe it to be an act– some sort of character this man was emulating for a chuckle, or a meaningful first impression. Perhaps this is what made him so successful a “Treasure Hunter”, hm?

But as he continued, Loyal could feel he brow raise, and her eyes narrow the slightest bit in suspicion.

“…well now you just deadass sounding like Jigsaw, dude. Maybe dial it back a little bit.”

She was certainly a colourful character. Pagliacci knew that much to be true. Being around her, they could get up to lots of mischief. Where’s a responsible adult when you need one? Oh well, Pagliacci prefers it this way.

“Friendly punch in the jaw, yeah? Hmm~” He looked up momentarily as if to imagine the scene playing out in front of him. “No! A friendly punch would not be sufficient! It would need to one with the intent of knocking me out!”

Pagliacci walks over towards Loyal and pushes his finger into the center of her chest, no concern over personal boundaries. He smiled and moved his finger from her chest to his chin.

“Jigsaw? Crikey! That’s cool name! Can’t say I’ve heard of this bloke but if he’s like me he must be entertaining, eh?”