forum Soup Cult (Chowder and Stew welcom)

Started November 04, 2021 by @Otto_OtterOverlord

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Pandora: tilts head Interesting… my only reputation is that of a murderer… which does make sense. she pointed her gun at her own head, careful to keep her finger away from the trigger After all, I have been murdering people for years. After that long, people are bound to notice.

Ōn’nyosh: Shrugs. The jester guild I’m in has a variety of criminals, so it’s no big deal for me. That, and I also have a criminal network in my homeworld. It’s always nice to have some friends in dark places when you need to sell some stolen shit. Snickers.

Iridescence: falls from sky in dove form, clearly bleeding from her left wing

Ōn’nyosh: Notices something and turns to look. He stares absently for a long moment, too drunk to realize what he was actually looking at. What the fuck is that?

Pandora: It is obviously a bird, you ignorant fuck.

Ōn’nyosh: Looks at Pandora with a dramatically indignant look. I’m not ignorant! I’m drunk!

Pandora: rolls her eyes That is the same thing.

Ōn’nyosh: No… no. Struggles to stand for a moment, then grabs a bottle of whiskey., pointing at it. This clouds judgement. Ignorance is the absence of even knowing what the fuck judgement is. Laughs.

Iridescence: still in dove form, painfully gets up and limps in no particular direction, cooing softly at the two

Ōn’nyosh: Looks over at the dove in shock. It’s talking to us! Holy fuck!

Pandora: ignores Ōn’nyosh and crouches down, looking at Iridescence Что случилось, мелочь? (what happened, little thing?)

Ōn’nyosh: Speak Common, god damn it!

Pandora: glares at Ōn’nyosh Make me.

Ōn’nyosh: How? I don’t speak Gibberish.

Pandora: smirks Я так и думал, ящерица.

Ōn’nyosh: Flips off Pandora.

Pandora: Settle down. It will not kill you if I speak Russian. Even if it will kill you, I do not care.

Ōn’nyosh: Snorts. I’m a fucking linguist, and I still say you’re speaking fucking gibberish.