A Penny for My Thoughts?

Or two. Hello friend, I've got what you need regardless of cause, affiliation and/or deviance, and I'm willing to part with exuberance. I'll just need to know the weight of you pockets before hand for... economical purposes. I scratch your back, you scratch mine, ha ha ha. Magic anon-

[incognitodealer]

((Swear I’m not ignoring here. Internets been out for a while so hard to do anything on mobile ;’< Weh))

[thebattcr-blog]

@incognitodealer liked for a starter

Batter sits on the ground, looking through various items in his inventory. Luck tickets, fortune tickets, multiple different bats, a variety of meats, and other odds and ends he had picked up. He figured that when he next saw the masked merchant, he’d get rid of them.

He supposed that time would be now. “Hm?” He starts as a sound catches his attention, one set of eyes gazing around for the source of the sound while the other remained fixed on an old bat in his hands.

[incognitodealer]

And there was Zacharie, as if summoned by the thought of him alone, or perhaps it was all coincidence. Weirder things have happened.

“Hmm?” Zacharie parroted the sound right back, suddenly standing beside Batter with his fingers laced behind his back. There was a slight bend from the hips so that he may look to the Batter’s face, seeming to hold that position easily enough despite a heavy backpack weighing Zacharie down.

“You rang?”

[incognitodealer]

thebattcr:

Batter keeps his gaze fixed on Zacharie, quiet for a moment. He listens to the merchant speak briefly, before the Batter decides his own thoughts are more interesting. His gaze begins to drift to look at nothing in particular.

Why was Zacharie so focused on helping him sleep? Batter didn’t get it. Besides, the more the merchant spoke, the more Batter didn’t want to listen. He hated it when someone couldn’t or wouldn’t get straight to the point. It made it difficult to focus, which wasted time that Batter /could/ use to do something he actually wants to do.

“Okay.” Is all the Batter replies with, his interest clearly lost. He is, however, painfully aware of Zacharie invading his personal space. He takes his bat and plants the end of it against Zacharie’s chest, using the sporting equipment to nudge the merchant a reasonable distance away from him. That’s better.

No, this is Zacharie, you’re Batter. Ayyy, the jokes’ll keep coming forever, folks.

The merchant clucks his tongue as the amphibious mask stretches ever so slightly into something akin to a frown. Reaching up, Zacharie curls his fingers over the head of the bat, stepping back so that he may do so.

“Ah, the man of many words, you woo me with your poetry. Fine, fine though. I’ll bid you adieu for now.” He released the bat, taking a few steps back on bouncing toes. “We’ll be seeing each other often anyway, it’s absolutely unavoidable!”

Turning about, Zacharie went off to make mischief elsewhere.

[cnoch-blog1]

@incognitodealer

((Omg please let Zach bother Enoch,, but yeah I can’t decide how tall I wanna make the sugar man))

[incognitodealer]

((25 feet seems good to me :0! The Batter to Enoch comparison you showed looks fitting too!))

[incognitodealer]

Vera: -quickly runs past and leaves a bag of chocolates for the merchant before dashing away-

No time to say hello? Good bye!

-Is always a sucker for free things, free sugary things to boot. Hoohoohoo, what a good holiday-

[dedaan-blog]

incognitodealer:

What faith you have in me, good guardian, to think I can read your complex mind.

You honor me.

OH, FOR THE LOVE OF–

ZACHARIE, ARE YOU DONE BEING A SMART-ASS OR ARE YOU GOING TO FUCK OFF ALREADY? I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR YOUR DAMNED BUFFOONERY.

[incognitodealer]

And yet here you are, oh great One.

Work is not as demanding as it was once upon a time ago, so few players, so little bat wielding heros. Not all of us are gifted with bountiful work.

And so

Here we are.

You and I~

Not to worry, I am here to rearrange your busy work schedule to fit in a little me. Such a tall man must have such a tall work order, surely something not so tall can slip in with ease.

[dedaan-blog]

incognitodealer:

I never needed to open my mouth to make such a noise, so it was never open to be shut!

However now it is very much open. Would you like me to shut it now?

DON’T GET SMART WITH ME, YOU LITTLE SHIT, YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I MEANT.

[incognitodealer]

What faith you have in me, good guardian, to think I can read your complex mind.

You honor me.

[dedaan-blog]

incognitodealer replied to your post “Well i have encountered beings of the physical realm that do not have…”

Heh.

YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH.

[incognitodealer]

I never needed to open my mouth to make such a noise, so it was never open to be shut!

However now it is very much open. Would you like me to shut it now?

[incognitodealer]

“Oh! My mistake, how foolish of me.” Zacharie rolled that error off his shoulders with a shrug.

“And a second mistake for Zacharie. Let’s see how long I talk till we make that three.” He waved the hand wielding the offending crossed fingers to the side till they uncrossed, putting unnecessary dramatics into the mix.

“But I do think we found the solution to your stolen sleep. You’re not tired, Batter. An easy fix- we just tucker you out.” Zacharie stepped forward, saddling up to whatever personal bubble the purifier may have as he curiously looked over that stony expression. One eye, two eye, three eye, four. How interesting, it was always a joy to see how many monstrous traits such a man of purity could have. Why, it brought a grin to the masked face of his.

“A feat made possible if you were doing your job. So, of course, I can do mine.”

[thebattcr-blog]

I’m not that desperate for sleep.

[incognitodealer]

Then you’re not truly tired.

-Casually heel-toes a circle around Batter, fingers laced loosely behind his back. Curiously, Zacharie scrutinized Batter up and down-

I do hope your adventures have treated you well, despite bringing about this fatigue. I would so hate to have you require my services. Honestly, I swear.

-Waves crossed fingers to admit his lie-

[thebattcr-blog]

::l

[incognitodealer]

The first step is closing your eyes, dear Batter. 

If all else fails, a swift blow to the head does the trick! Your charming tête-à-tête with our friend Dedan may just do wonders if you persist.

[thebattcr-blog]

I tried that.

I’m not getting myself knocked out just to sleep.

[incognitodealer]

You’re not showing much initiative, my friend.

[thebattcr-blog]

::l

[incognitodealer]

The first step is closing your eyes, dear Batter. 

If all else fails, a swift blow to the head does the trick! Your charming tête-à-tête with our friend Dedan may just do wonders if you persist.

[incognitodealer]

How sad, that things are so quiet.

[pissedoffandontheclock-blog]

incognitodealer replied to your post:ANYONE WHO MISSES MORT EVER IS A SUCKER AND A…

I miss Guy.

*reflexively grabs at his chest* NEVER SAY THAT NAME AROUND HERE. WHY WOULD YOU MISS THAT DISASTER?

[incognitodealer]

*DEVIOUS GRIN*

Does that upset you?

[pissedoffandontheclock-blog]

*groans and turns his back to him* LEAVE ME BE. YOU AIN’T GONNA GET FAR TRYING TO PUSH MY BUTTONS LIKE THAT.

[incognitodealer]

*casually saunters on over, tip toeing his fingers up the small of Dedan's back before pulling his hand away* What buttons must I push to get where I want then? Ah ah ah, such a question. Of course I must find out myself.

[pissedoffandontheclock-blog]

incognitodealer replied to your post:ANYONE WHO MISSES MORT EVER IS A SUCKER AND A…

I miss Guy.

*reflexively grabs at his chest* NEVER SAY THAT NAME AROUND HERE. WHY WOULD YOU MISS THAT DISASTER?

[incognitodealer]

*DEVIOUS GRIN*

Does that upset you?

[incognitodealer]

((I came to make Zacharie an asshole and ruin everyone's night tonight and honestly I feel so attacked right now.))

[abattoirprince-blog]

"I know," Hugo says softly. "It’s okay." Like they said: It was better that way. So many things were. It felt good, though, to finally say it. Now he didn’t need to spend any more time agonizing over his feelings.

"I’m just glad I got to see you again…"

[incognitodealer]

This was a feeling he hadn't recalled being plagued with in quite some time. Hugo was a friend, someone he could trust, which besides Hugo, only one other was granted that honor... aaand that one other was a copy of himself. Typical. The rare others who he placed his trust in were long gone at this point.

So... Upsetting Hugo over such a delicate topic brought guilt and other discomforting feelings to him.

"Mhmm..." Aaand that's where Zacharie wanted to resort to the typical 'hit the space bar to interact' mode, "...I think I may be without words now, dear prince."