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chilchuck tims of isola radiale.

[pickslock]

CHILCHUCK TIMS ( DUNGEON MESHI )

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just a completely normal guy trying his absolute best while surrounded by his very not normal friends, who he is also trying very hard to keep alive.

a half-foot, a race akin to halfings and hobbits. he is much shorter than other races, with big ears, a youthful appearance, and keen senses.

he may look like a child but make no mistake. this is a full-grown, middle-aged man. a divorcee with three adult daughters, even.

very good at picking locks, disabling traps, and navigating dungeons. has been a picklock his whole adult life and is very proud of his skills.

can cuss you out in multiple languages and is not afraid to do so if you want to fuck around and find out when it involves him.

prickly man who actually does care about people i promise.

[hawberries]

I swear I've been trying to draw something other than Chilchuck for several days now but it's his birthday today. You have to understand. My hands are tied

[pickslock]

"Hey, I didn't forget! Tadaaaa!" Thank goodness for 'phones' and their reminders about friends' birthdays.

What he hands to his half-foot friend is a new leather pouch! It's not big, but it probably holds its fair share of trinkets. And the other is a rolled-up piece of paper with a pretty decent drawing of a dryad that he drew himself.

"Happy birthday, Chilchuck!"

    ❝ Oh. ❞ the pouch was soft under his fingertips, and the drawing looked like it had been made with extra care—even more so than laios's normal obsessive monster doodles. chilchuck grumbled slightly under his breath, head ducked to hide the faintest hint of red at the tips of his ears. ❝ I... forgot. Thanks, Laios. ❞ and if there was a slight warmth in his chest born from old memories of his daughters giving him gifts on his birthdays, well, the tall-man didn't need to know that.

[monsterappetite]

"But that's the thing, Chilchuck! I can find out! I can explore, and I don't have to get a lecture for doing it! If this isn't a dungeon, what is? And, more importantly, probably the most important of any of that--"

"What kind of monsters live here?! I have to know! I--have to find a book store!"

Clearly, Laios is not perturbed by the dangers yet present on the island. For him, this little abduction just got much more interesting.

[pickslock]

         ❝ I don't care! We're already stuck in this weird place, we don't need to make it any worse! This isn't some puzzle to solve or whatever, this is serious, Laios! What if going down there gives you some horrible disease or something? Everything I've heard says it's supposed to kill you! ❞

    ❝ The last thing I need is to have to tell Marcille and Falin that I let you get yourself killed over something dumb like this! I don't care what kind of stuff might be down there, okay?! ❞ there was only so much he could do to convince a monster-obsessed guy, though. sometimes, drastic measures must be taken. ❝ Plus, the monsters are supposed to be in Cotes Ward anyway. There's probably nothing down there. ❞

[monsterappetite]

"Agh, you know, you're right. If it were just the two of us, I don't think my magic would be enough to get us out of trouble. We'll wait for Marcille or my sister."

But that look in his eyes...

"How about in the meantime, we go get a fishing pole? And some really long fishing line. Maybe a weighted bobber so the drafts don't blow the hook away? That way we can tell if something is at the bottom. Where's the market around here?"

[pickslock]

    ❝ No! No! No! No magic! No fishing pole! No going down into the big giant hole in the ground! This isn't a dungeon, Laios! I don't want to know what's down there, and you don't need to find out! ❞ without the motivation of recovering falin, saving the world, or getting paid, there was no way in hell chilchuck was getting dragged down into that hole. especially since the only thing he'd heard about it was that you died if you fell in.

[monsterappetite]

"Well, I figured if I tied it to the metal railing here I could climb into that big hole and take a better look into it. We're going to need some light sources, too, it looks dark."

He knocks on the railing, as if testing it. Hm.

"So that's rope and a lantern; we'll need both hands to climb down, but we can hang lanterns on our bags to free up our hands."

[pickslock]

    ❝ NO!! Absolutely not!! We're not doing anything like that! ❞ his arms flailed, forming a giant X in front of laios's face. ❝ You're not doing anything until Marcille gets here, got it?! ❞ the half-elf was chilchuck's only chance at wrangling laios before he did something to get himself zapped by the stars. or vaporized by the crater. or murdered by another resident. he got the drift.

[monsterappetite]

"Hey Chilchuck, got any rope?"

Stop him.

[pickslock]

         ❝ For what?! ❞ he will!

[pickslock]

    something's happened.

[pickslock]

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What's good?

    ❝ Someone's definitely saying something stupid. ❞

[pickslock]

    he's not sure why, but his desire to hit someone just skyrocketed.

[thinkingabout-girls]

[pickslock]

@feralclawed ♡'d for a starter!

         it would be wrong, to say that he found her. the truth of the matter was that chilchuck was minding his own business, mapping out every little corner of his new 'home', when a certain familiar beastman pried open the window in front of him and proceeded to crawl through the opening. ❝ Wh—! Izutsumi! ❞ chil barely had the chance to shout her name before he darted forward, hands held out in a gesture for her to slow down. he wasn't sure yet who else lived in this place, but he was pretty sure they wouldn't appreciate their windowsill and couch being torn to shreds by overgrown cat claws.

    ❝ What are you doing here?! ❞ chilchuck stepped forward again, reaching out in a bid to grab izutsumi's arms and pull her off the back of the couch. how cooperative she would be however, truly only the beastman would know.

    ❝ Haven't we told you not to climb on stuff like this? You have to be more careful with those, you know. ❞

[moonregalia-deactivated20241125]

@pickslock

✤ "Chilchuck!" It was really surprising to encounter a new familiar face in the city after so long. She had seen Laios for a bit and Marcille was here, but for so long it had seemed like she would never see anyone else. And yet there the half-foot stood... but had he been hiding from something?

The possibility didn't even occur to her that it might have been her he was trying to avoid. From her perspective their relationship was "friends" but honestly they'd never really had a discussion about it.

"I didn't realize you were here. Have you been here long? Oh... but what about your family? Hmm..."

[pickslock]

         his back pressed against the rough brick behind him, chilchuck's palm pressed to his chest as his breath heaved. what had that maniac been doing, chasing him like that? he hadn't even said anything to them! it had been a brief moment of eye contact, and all of a sudden chilchuck had been the subject of a chase, his feet flying across unfamiliar ground as fast as they could. he had finally had a chance to duck into an alleyway, hopefully losing his pursuer while he caught his breath.

    his head peaked cautiously from around the corner, trying to see if he was in the clear—only for a voice to speak behind him. a very familiar voice.

    ❝ Falin?! ❞ he didn't try to hide his surprise, blinking rapidly as he took in the sight of her. ❝ You're here too?! What is this, a dungeon?! ❞ at the mention of his family, though, chil couldn't help the small frown that tugged at the corners of his mouth. that wasn't something he was ready to think about quite yet.

[pickslock]

@sickhackbassist ♡'d for a starter!

         chilchuck was used to crowds of people, of dodging swinging legs and elbows when at a disadvantaged height compared to most other races. he hadn't been unintentionally struck outside of a battle in the dungeons since he was a kid, and was even good enough to have shielded his daughters as well way back when. so he wasn't at all worried about wading through the thick crowd gathered on the boardwalk, his feet light as he snaked expertly between constantly moving bodies. he was fine. but unfortunately for chil, even experts can run up against things they couldn't avoid.

    a child's misstep and ricochet, hastily corrected by their parent, ended with chil being shoved almost violently. the offender didn't even seem to notice as they walked away, but chilchuck found himself crushed up against another, limbs flailing slightly as he struggled to regain his balance.

    ❝ Dammit! ❞ he just had to hope that whoever he'd crashed into was a little more forgiving than chilchuck himself would have been.

[elfcast]

@pickslock

✲ "....." An awkward encounter ensued as Marcille entered her house with a bag of groceries she had brought back from the city. It was the house that she shared with her partner and so she didn't usually expect to find anyone else inside ever, especially since she also knew Indigo was out for the day. "CHILCHUCK?"

She almost threw her groceries at him while he sat smugly on her couch. The half-foot had clearly snuck in by lockpicking. If he hadn't taken her by surprise her initial reaction probably would have been softer. Groaning, she put her bag down on the counter and paced quietly for a moment.

"It's been a long time since anyone familiar last showed up. But to think it was you this time...? Have you bumped into Falin already?" Once the half-elf got it all out of her system, she exhaled. "...I'm glad you're here though." Because it had been a long time.

[pickslock]

         finding her house had been much simpler than he'd thought, initially. as soon as he'd found marcille's name in the weird little device he'd received, chilchuck had simply asked around. an elf with a magic staff wasn't that common around here, and the locals had been more than willing to help him out. breaking into the house had been even more laughable, even without his lockpicking set. a small metal wire, a twist of his wrist, and voila: entry. setting up camp on her couch and waiting had felt like a great idea, too.

    it paid off when the doorknob turned, allowing marcille to glide through the door—and immediately shriek his name in clear surprise. chil's hands immediately flew up, both to press to his ears and to protect him from the groceries she had almost thrown. ❝ Geeze, Marcille, I didn't miss that scream of yours. ❞ his tone was grudging, but there was an undercurrent of teasing if one was listening.

    ❝ 'This time'? ❞ did that mean more of them were here, before? ❝ No, I haven't seen anyone but you. Falin's here, too, then? Wait— ❞ chilchuck frowned, leaning forward at the wistful note to her voice. ❝ How long have you been here? ❞

[pickslock]

@nicawlette ♡'d for a starter!

         teeth ground in a clenched jaw as chilchuck pointed aggressively, eyes blazing as he argued with the man in front of him. he'd never heard of a specific age requirement to buy alcohol before, and the fact that this man was denying him was infuriating. if he needed anything at the moment, it was a good brew to help him relax. and yet. at least where chil was from, it was known that half-foots didn't always look their actual ages, at least by merchants who sold this kind of thing. clearly, however, that wasn't the case here. ❝ For the last time, I'm not a kid! ❞ chilchuck spat behind him even as he slammed the door open, face red and furious.

    only to be met with a woman, her hand held out to reach for the now-moved door handle. it was clear to him from her expression that she'd heard at least some of the argument, but it didn't cool the irritation that was washing over him like the tide.

    ❝ What are you looking at? ❞ his tongue clicked irritably, eye narrowed. chilchuck knew, logically, that she had nothing to do with the situation, but it unfortunately didn't curb his anger in the slightest.

[pickslock]

@kindliar ♡'d for a starter!

         wary, suspicious eyes were fixed before him as chilchuck took in the scene before him. people milling, chatting and gossiping, was normal for a place as crowded as this. the laughter and bustle of people could be found even in a dungeon, the half-foot knew, and therefore that didn't elicit any surprise from him. but everything else? the little glass devices people were carrying, the monstrous, self-propelled carriages that were roaring down the strangely paved path, the diversity of the people? that was all weird, and new to him. something he wasn't quite sure he liked.

    and so when a voice called to him from close to his left, chilchuck's face was set into a severe frown as he turned to find the source of it. it was, anyone who knew him, an unfortunate circumstance for the person who had gotten his attention that he was already in a bad mood.

    ❝ What? ❞