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11-02-2022, 06:35 PM
INTERMISSION: Master and Disciple
Perspective: BUCKET JUDGMENT
CW: Abusive language and behaviors.
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Perspective: BUCKET JUDGMENT
CW: Abusive language and behaviors.
You are Bucket Judgment, the true Heir of Judgment and Champion of Solitude…
At least you were…
These days you wander around the continent, slaying cults and leaving behind happier towns.
A true nomad hero, the Blanc family back home would have something to say.
Today you’ve got a lead.
You’ve dived into a big nest, something that could make all your efforts go to waste…
Thanks to a contact, you’ve made discovery that overseas someone has found access to a undying body and equipment beyond your understanding.
A science project from another world.
The cult’s you’ve been fighting have deep pockets. Folks would be able to pick up much of what’s there and potentially bring it back home to cause issues.
And if what you’ve heard is true, the odds are looking rough. You need an investor. One who’s own potential interests are too petty to be a danger by comparison. Too isolated to sell it off to the cult that’s burned down many lives.
You stand in the tent, holding your best posture with your assistant with you.
Your former mentor and aunt, Ali Judgment.
She approaches, giving you a grimace.
Ali: After all these years, you’re a renegade. Not surprised.
Ali: Better fit anyway, you were a wild card when we trained.
Bucket: Good morning, Ali.
Ali: So it is, now that I’m here.
She examines the tent set up, taking a look at your collection of arms, books, and your allies trying not to catch her gaze.
Ali: So this is your grand resistance… suppose classical knight guilds weren’t too different.
Ali: Can’t believe you had the audacity to ask me to be the one to visit you… I was across the globe. I have quite the schedule.
Bucket: Certainly was a bit of an endeavor for a infamously busy person such as yourself.
Ali: Mockery or flattery? With your tone I can never tell…
Bucket: Depends on how this exchange goes. I believe you understand that I’m looking for assistance?
Ali: Mm. And what’s with the getup? Certainly a lot less refined than I remember.
Bucket: Things have become difficult, the years of evading Rein…
Ali: Heard a rumor. The pilgrimage thing seemed like a lie.
Bucket: Never bothered to check in?
Ali: Don’t need to draw more attention your way. Don’t have a glamor to hide my face as well as you do.
Bucket: I’m certain you have a courier.
Ali: Don’t want to risk them getting box’d by a god.
She looks over at the young salamander next to you.
Ali: Who’s that? Adopting dropouts for your little cause?
Bucket: Proxy actually. Student was sacrificed for some experiment, one that involves fiendish material.
Ali: Ah… a host.
Bucket: Mm…
Ali: Dangerous one at that..
The salamander holds out her hand.
???: I don’t bite, long as you’re willing to play nice.
Ali refuses it with a dismissive gesture.
Ali: Don’t trust creatures like yourself. Anyone wearing another’s flesh is one to take caution of.
She was glared down.
Bucket: Didn’t you consider a plan like that yourself? You did pick up a number of powerful candidates…
Ali: They proved more… useful as themselves.
Ali: And frankly I’d rather not have to explain to my children why I’m suddenly a rabbit or a bear.
Bucket: You are certainly something….
Bucket: Her name is Bern, I hope you try not to forget it.
Ali: You named that thing too? You’re setting yourself up for heartbreak.
Bern: Don’t talk about me like that.
Ali immediately gives her the glare again, a hiss across the room this time everyone could feel in their skull.
Bern backs off.
Bucket: You really went and used the scary eyes on her?
Ali: It’ll be fine. Now, shall we talk business?
Ali: You need my funding, and I have a lot to gain from this investment.
At least you were…
These days you wander around the continent, slaying cults and leaving behind happier towns.
A true nomad hero, the Blanc family back home would have something to say.
Today you’ve got a lead.
You’ve dived into a big nest, something that could make all your efforts go to waste…
Thanks to a contact, you’ve made discovery that overseas someone has found access to a undying body and equipment beyond your understanding.
A science project from another world.
The cult’s you’ve been fighting have deep pockets. Folks would be able to pick up much of what’s there and potentially bring it back home to cause issues.
And if what you’ve heard is true, the odds are looking rough. You need an investor. One who’s own potential interests are too petty to be a danger by comparison. Too isolated to sell it off to the cult that’s burned down many lives.
You stand in the tent, holding your best posture with your assistant with you.
Your former mentor and aunt, Ali Judgment.
She approaches, giving you a grimace.
Ali: After all these years, you’re a renegade. Not surprised.
Ali: Better fit anyway, you were a wild card when we trained.
Bucket: Good morning, Ali.
Ali: So it is, now that I’m here.
She examines the tent set up, taking a look at your collection of arms, books, and your allies trying not to catch her gaze.
Ali: So this is your grand resistance… suppose classical knight guilds weren’t too different.
Ali: Can’t believe you had the audacity to ask me to be the one to visit you… I was across the globe. I have quite the schedule.
Bucket: Certainly was a bit of an endeavor for a infamously busy person such as yourself.
Ali: Mockery or flattery? With your tone I can never tell…
Bucket: Depends on how this exchange goes. I believe you understand that I’m looking for assistance?
Ali: Mm. And what’s with the getup? Certainly a lot less refined than I remember.
Bucket: Things have become difficult, the years of evading Rein…
Ali: Heard a rumor. The pilgrimage thing seemed like a lie.
Bucket: Never bothered to check in?
Ali: Don’t need to draw more attention your way. Don’t have a glamor to hide my face as well as you do.
Bucket: I’m certain you have a courier.
Ali: Don’t want to risk them getting box’d by a god.
She looks over at the young salamander next to you.
Ali: Who’s that? Adopting dropouts for your little cause?
Bucket: Proxy actually. Student was sacrificed for some experiment, one that involves fiendish material.
Ali: Ah… a host.
Bucket: Mm…
Ali: Dangerous one at that..
The salamander holds out her hand.
???: I don’t bite, long as you’re willing to play nice.
Ali refuses it with a dismissive gesture.
Ali: Don’t trust creatures like yourself. Anyone wearing another’s flesh is one to take caution of.
She was glared down.
Bucket: Didn’t you consider a plan like that yourself? You did pick up a number of powerful candidates…
Ali: They proved more… useful as themselves.
Ali: And frankly I’d rather not have to explain to my children why I’m suddenly a rabbit or a bear.
Bucket: You are certainly something….
Bucket: Her name is Bern, I hope you try not to forget it.
Ali: You named that thing too? You’re setting yourself up for heartbreak.
Bern: Don’t talk about me like that.
Ali immediately gives her the glare again, a hiss across the room this time everyone could feel in their skull.
Bern backs off.
Bucket: You really went and used the scary eyes on her?
Ali: It’ll be fine. Now, shall we talk business?
Ali: You need my funding, and I have a lot to gain from this investment.
