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"Noted." He was still going to assume that more visitors would mean more problems regardless.
"Boxing probably isn't one of said sports." he then added, "Do you ever follow your student on her sorties for mentoring purposes?"
"I'm not a boxer," he confirmed, "Sometimes, I do leave her to her privacy. But I'm here to teach her control her fire better, not judge her what she does in her free time."
"No, you’re going to introduce yourself.” Rook said, opening a cabinet, “Let me get you an offering.”
Namely, a cup of instant noodles. They were indeed prepared almost instantly, as Rook used her magic to speed up the process. “Take this next door.”
Jax stared flatly at Rook, saying nothing for a long moment. "You want me to bring instant noodles. As I introduce myself. As an elf from another reality."
"I suppose." He doubted he could exploit that, but it provided information on Jax's mindset.
"Perhaps you could elaborate some more on what exactly you're doing here and whether these people are bound to show up at all. I doubt all your time is spent teaching, yes?"
"There's a gamble, though they're unlikely to cause problems. Delaney's a bit of a tourist and Maggie is a responsible woman. I personally followed Rook. I'm retired, so I don't have much going on. I don't leave my the apartment I have here much. But I've been dabbling in sports more often while here."
Rook gave an awkward shrug. Fine. No pressing about his looks.
"Nah, not really. We share a wall with a fishman and there’s ghosts everywhere. The normies are more or less resigned to bumping into spooks and critters everywhere, they won’t bother you.”
Jax 'hrmed' in thought and then lowered his hood. "Alright. Fine. Lets go. Show me around and introduce me."
"These reports aren’t for the public." They were only for the enjoyment of one nosy old man.
"Is there any other information you'd like to share with me?"
That very question caused amusement to dance in Jax's eyes, "Anything in particular you want to know. Perhaps the main thing you need to know is that Maggie has a daughter named Melissa and if anything happened to her the three of us would kill everyone and then ourselves."
"Which is why you’re hiding them now?”
With everything cleaned up, Rook headed back into the living room. “So, do you wanna go check out the neighborhood?”
"I'm not hiding my wrinkles. I'm hiding my ears," he snapped, clearly Rook had hit a sore spot.
"Do I need to put the earrings on for this?"
"I'm not hiding my wrinkles. I'm hiding my ears," he snapped, clearly Rook had hit a sore spot.
"Do I need to put the earrings on for this?"
Scrooge listened to him, his eyes growing wide as the list did. His index finger brushed over his upper lip, and in his mind he parsed all the documents he would need to provide. Of course, he documented all of these payments for himself, but never had a borrower been so thorough--
He jolted as soon as the bag hit his desk. Scrooge blinked.
"--Do you plan to make particularly large payments?" he said, his voice breathless with disbelief.
Ebenezer lifted the next paper on the stack. "I do hope you are able to...see that through, sir. You have a promising history as a borrower. I expect nothing but timely payments, judging from the standard that your past attests to."
"I would like to make big payments when possible. The better months I would like to pay more. Every good business owner knows you need to pay off a loan in ten years or less. And the best way to do that is to chip away at the principal before the interest adds up too fast." He clapped his hands together, pleased as punch, "Of course, you are running a business. So my building will be put up as collateral until I pay the loan off in full. I just couldn't wait until I saved up enough to buy it without a loan, since the perfect building became available. Favor fortunes the bold, and I've been wanting to expand my business to what I had before I moved here."
"Well, if you want to look like Two Face, go ahead. It won’t do much in terms of blending in, though.”
She got to work putting her supplies back in their box, so they could be put away. “You can take them off when you’re inside. Not many people come visit a haunted building, nobody’s going to inquire about your wrinkles.”
He took them off and tucked them away, ran a finger over his bare ears hesitantly.
Still, he left the earrings in his pocket and pulled his hood up to cover his head and drape over his face. "Please. My wrinkles are the best part of me."
"Indeed, we do." And he certainly appreciated the bluntness. Killing thousands and acting like it was a mistake afterwards was awfully hypocritical.
Bishop reached for a pen and started writing down on a notepad. "Would you mind spelling out your friends' names?"
"M-a-g-g-i-e, hers is a nickname. Her actual name is Marget but bless your soul if you call her that. D-e-l-a-n-e-y. Be sure to let them read your reports on them if you ever meet them. they'll find it funny."
"The spell is permanent, you only have to recharge the earrings every once in a while. Though you’ve got plenty of magic to spare, you’ll barely notice.”
That seemed to be the case, seeing as the spell activated immediately. Rook needed a moment to take in the change and possibly to keep herself from saying something distasteful.
“I told you it would be easy. Just make sure not to mix up your earrings, or you’re going to end up looking more cursed than you already do.”
"So if I wear one enchanted earring and one un-enchanted earring it'll cause issues," he noted, "I'll be sure to keep them separate."
He moved so he could see himself in a mirror, "I'm sure Delaney is going to laugh at me."
The folder contained dozens of confirmed kills on various unidentified monsters and even some aliens. It was no wonder his interest had been picked.
"Considering your age, that might be a slightly unfair comparison." Bishop joked.
"I do have more experience under my belt. A few dozens is hardly compared to a minimum of a thousand," he flipped through, "At least hers are explainable. I just went pirate and bandit hunting."
He continued to flip, "Between Maggie, Delaney and I it's a minimum of three thousand."
He blinked, wide-eyed at the stack of papers the man provided.
"Er." Scrooge picked up the first paper, then the next, reading over the headings and skimming through briefly as he did. "This is...very thorough work that you have done here. I am...pleased to know that you're serious about seeking a loan from us."
"Now, if we were to accept you for a loan--what would these requirements be? You seem to have a clear idea of what you are looking for with your business."
Fitter gave Ebenezer a smile, "Of course, I'm a business man. I'd be a sham if my paperwork was a mess. So, simple requests. First-" he held one finger, "-I'd like a copy of the signed contract. Two-" he held up a second finger, "-I'd like payment receipts with each payment. I don't care how that's done as long as it's consistent and signed by whoever is collecting. Three-"
This time he reached into his bag and put a well made leather bag onto his desk, "I got you a bag! I don't care if you use this one, or one of your own. But I'm providing this bag because it's the only bag I'll be providing free of charge. If you show up and you don't have a bag you'll have to either buy a bag off me or figure out a different way to carry the money out."
He clapped his hands once and beamed, "Luckily where I live isn't far from the building. But I would rather prefer to actually live in the same building I work in. So once I can renovate a small living space I'll be moving. Of course I'll let you know when that is the case!"
Full name: Gunther
Race: Unicorn Centaur
Age: 43
Height: 5'
Weight: 236 ibs
Eye color: Dark Red
Hair: Dark Red
Sexuality: Homosexual
Occupation: Farmer
Fighting: Using his hooves to stomp and his horn to tear
Abilities: Being a centaur without the downside of horses.
Born to a family of centaur farmers, Gunther was born with the rare genetic of being a unicorn centaur, which makes him much smaller than his Clydesdale family. In his free time from managing the farm and the workers he's hired he studies geology.
Ebenezer looked up from his desk. He continued to scribble away at the last bit of accounting for his ledger.
"That is what the sign reads." Only then did he glance up again for a duration, to better assess the person in front of him.
"Very well. What amount are you hoping to borrow, and for what purpose? I will also require some proof and measure of your income, if you may."
Scrooge's attitude didn't put the man off, in fact he didn't seem phased by it in the slightest.
Instead he just smiled and opened the messenger bag he had tossed over his shoulder, pulling out paper after paper.
"Here's my yearly total for the last three years, my business license, proof of address, and here's the purchase agreement for the building I want to get. I only need half of the total," he put the papers down in front of Scrooge, "I have some basic requests myself, if you were to accept giving me a loan. Nothing that you would need to go out of your way to do, I assure you."
He gave Scrooge a hopeful smile.
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The elf man opened the door and stepped in slowly. He wore puffy earmuffs and his metal leg thumped against the floor. He took a moment to catch his breath before straightening himself up and putting on a professional demeanor. "Hello? Is this Marley & Scrooge Private Bankers and Money Lenders? I wanted to take out a loan? I already know exactly how much I need."