b & tailor

So many hands...

Same adventure as my previous submission, this interaction takes place before that one by 1 session. Our half orc barbarian has a… quirk. He likes to skin monsters and make clothing out of them (he has a cloaker cloak, bugbear head he turned into a hat, dragon turtle scale shield, along with other miscellaneous articles of homemade clothes) and take the left hands of humans. This sometimes causes issues for us.

Barbarian: (to water cultists who ambushed us) Do you know who I am?

Cultists look at each other in confusion before their leader speaks up.

Cultist: No, should I?

B: I’m (name) the tailor!

Gm sighs and rolls dice: Take 10 damage.

B: I throw 9 of my severed hands (he had 27 at this point, in various states of decay) at them yelling “I just wanted to give you a HAND with your wardrobe!”

Gm: take another 20 damage. Also, 2 of the cultists crap themselves so violently at the sight of the decaying hands they die.

Control - Chapter Four

On Track

Cowritten and Proofread by @aoimikans

“William Howard Wright,” he flashed his pass to the evidence technician, “I need the Yagi-Rishi case files and evidence.”

The young evidence technician adjusted her large, round glasses and squinted at the pass. After a moment of consideration, she nodded and pressed the lock release with a polite smile.

The lock clicked with a loud buzz, and William yanked the heavy door open.

“Noriko Shuuka,” the technician introduced herself, bowing slightly. Her shoulder-length, tightly curled brown hair bobbed about her face, “You’re with the visiting team?”

“I am,” William echoed her bow.

“I figured,” she said, “You all are the talk of the precinct.”

“Oh?” William quirked an eyebrow at the small young woman. “Do I want to know?”

“It’s not that interesting,” Shuuka deadpanned with a shrug. “We just don’t get international teams often, and people enjoy a fresh conversation topic.”

William huffed but smiled politely. His quirk, Aura Sight, pulsed pleasantly at the back of his eyes. The black aura of truth overlaying the image of the woman remained constant.

A refreshingly honest person, he thought as he followed behind her.

“Just over here,” Shuuka said, turning around the last set of shelves, “Yagi… Yagi.. Ya- Ah, here.” She reached up, standing on her tiptoes, and pulled down a white, cardboard box. Something metallic inside rattled.

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someone give me two people who loath each other so much, like literally cannot stand each other and muse a moves away for college, partly to get away from muse b’s ass. 10 years later, muse a is trying to get this big promotion she’s been working hella hard for and all the potential candidates are sitting around the conference room table waiting to hear who will be getting the promotion only for her boss to inform them that they hired someone to take the position and in strolls muse b in a tailored suit looking all yummy. of course she then falls under muse b, having to work for and answer to him, but wow your eyes still make my heart skip a beat and why do you always smell so good?? and angst and sexual tension and asdfghjkl;’ someone give this to me asap!!
BONUS:: if it’s goodgirl/badboy