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11-20-2024, 11:33 PM
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[Image Description: The Client, a bug-like woman with mandible-esque horns, white hair, and simple circles for eyes looks up at the Hatted Grim, holding her hand.]
You encounter the Grim in the otherwise empty hallway and are quick to press.
The Client: Explain yourself.
The Hatted Grim: I did you a favor in the hopes you'd return it later, nothing else.
The Client: It was really that easy?
The Hatted Grim: Very much so, your friend's time was not meant to come so early regardless. All I did is repair some threads. He will remain under my care as of now.
The Client: Why? What do you want from me specifically so much that you're willing to cheat death?
The Hatted Grim: Cheat? I did nothing of the sort, this world's cruelties are unnatural. Simply nudged him back on his path. But as for why I helped you...
The tall woman presses a finger right where the mask touches your neck.
The Hatted Grim: I see a lot of potential in you, much of what you can be robbed of this world in the past. Take off that mask so I can see you in full.
You nod, unlocking the two segments of the helmet and showing your full face.
The Grim's faceless gaze tilts, a mix of warmth and concern.
The Hatted Grim: You've been through so much in such a short amount of time..
The Client: I am aware.
The Hatted Grim: Your past discarded... You carried the mark of a guild...
The Client: No worth in picking it up, to cling to it would be further disgracing those I've lost.. What dreams of rebellion remain in me I've long shelved. If I were to die now their sacrifices would all be left in vain...
The Hatted Grim: You had a self destructive streak, made your anger so loud you can never show your face in public without fear of retaliation for past conflict... were it not for the people of this apartment-
The Client: I would've been left for dead on the streets... They've been nothing but kind to me.
The Hatted Grim: And the rabbit? I am curious what his relationship is to you.
The Client: Long time ally, drinking partner, a good friend. He's one of the folk who scooped me up and brought me there in the first place...
The Hatted Grim: Then you truly do feel a debt to him in particular.
You give her a nod.
The Hatted Grim: People who maintain such loyalty have become a bit of a rare commodity as of late, it does bring me excitement to come across such a diamond in the rough.
The Client: You've just met me, hardly know what I'm capable of-
The Hatted Grim: My kind are natural headhunters, and at my level of experience you hardly see a mistake. I'd like to personally have your service, not that you must but...
The Client: But you're more than aware our options here are scarce.
The Hatted Grim: Not your fault and sadly not many others are able to offer you stability without compromising your morals.
The Client: Assuming a lot.
The Hatted Grim: Knowing. Looking at you I see a mirror of a past life long forgotten. And I know deep down inside many things you'd never admit.
The Client: Say them.
The Hatted Grim: The path you take has been driven by violence since you were young... and yet when you are faced with such hardships you return them twofold. You bare the mark of the executioner, one of the most dangerous types of clients one could take on.
The Client: A Executioner?
The Hatted Grim: It rings nicely, don't you think? Not a killer without intent, every life you take has a deliberate touch. Every foe you've felled sends a message. One who recognizes that peace requires dismantling of those who cause misery among the meek.
The Client: You romanticize what I do but ultimately I'm not much more than a bounty hunter....
The Hatted Grim: A picky one.
The Client: You have to be.
The Hatted Grim: Interesting..
She leaned close to you, reaching for your hand.
You let her take it.
The Hatted Grim: Do you feel uncomfortable right now?
The Client: No.
The Hatted Grim: Fear? Nerves?
The Client: Could you not tell if you see so much?
The Hatted Grim: I want to hear you directly.
The Client: I feel... familiarity.
The Hatted Grim: I'd hope so. In another time and place we were rather unlikely allies. At least its a nice thought to hold onto.
The Client: And right now?
The Hatted Grim: I think I feel something moreso in the future. As you know, the Crown Family has very much seeped its way into every aspect of life around here.
The Client: They embody misery in flesh.
The Hatted Grim: Mm. And unfortunately their existence is a danger to my own. Long ago I was considered a saint of this land, a guardian to many.
The Client: I've never heard of such thing-
That Hatted Grim: That's exactly my point. My grip on this world has become so much weaker, they've erased my memory from all but the most dedicated. I want you to be my vassal, embody everything I am in the public eye and restore my image.
The Client: You want me to bring fear to the Crown.
The Hatted Grim: I want you to inspire revolution, the people are just as important in reclaiming their lives. Change is natural, people exist to pursue their bliss. The walls planted from above are a crime against life itself.
The Client: ...You'll take care of the folks here?
The Hatted Grim: Absolutely. They will be protected with every tooth I can offer. I will make you one with life itself by embracing death itself.
The Client: Sounds too fantastical to be true..
The Hatted Grim: Will you take it? It's quite... committal.
The Client: Either way I die with a contract in my pocket. It's only uphill from here I think.
The Hatted Grim: Mm.. I'd like you to select a ally, one who's a reliable confidant under these circumstances. When you do I will return with your first job.
She pulls her hand away, you catch yourself blushing.
The Hatted Grim: The day I return you will be armed with the finest tool, until then.. you might find a few fortunes coming your way.
You give her a little bow.
The Client: Do not take long.
The Hatted Grim: Likewise.
The Client: Explain yourself.
The Hatted Grim: I did you a favor in the hopes you'd return it later, nothing else.
The Client: It was really that easy?
The Hatted Grim: Very much so, your friend's time was not meant to come so early regardless. All I did is repair some threads. He will remain under my care as of now.
The Client: Why? What do you want from me specifically so much that you're willing to cheat death?
The Hatted Grim: Cheat? I did nothing of the sort, this world's cruelties are unnatural. Simply nudged him back on his path. But as for why I helped you...
The tall woman presses a finger right where the mask touches your neck.
The Hatted Grim: I see a lot of potential in you, much of what you can be robbed of this world in the past. Take off that mask so I can see you in full.
You nod, unlocking the two segments of the helmet and showing your full face.
The Grim's faceless gaze tilts, a mix of warmth and concern.
The Hatted Grim: You've been through so much in such a short amount of time..
The Client: I am aware.
The Hatted Grim: Your past discarded... You carried the mark of a guild...
The Client: No worth in picking it up, to cling to it would be further disgracing those I've lost.. What dreams of rebellion remain in me I've long shelved. If I were to die now their sacrifices would all be left in vain...
The Hatted Grim: You had a self destructive streak, made your anger so loud you can never show your face in public without fear of retaliation for past conflict... were it not for the people of this apartment-
The Client: I would've been left for dead on the streets... They've been nothing but kind to me.
The Hatted Grim: And the rabbit? I am curious what his relationship is to you.
The Client: Long time ally, drinking partner, a good friend. He's one of the folk who scooped me up and brought me there in the first place...
The Hatted Grim: Then you truly do feel a debt to him in particular.
You give her a nod.
The Hatted Grim: People who maintain such loyalty have become a bit of a rare commodity as of late, it does bring me excitement to come across such a diamond in the rough.
The Client: You've just met me, hardly know what I'm capable of-
The Hatted Grim: My kind are natural headhunters, and at my level of experience you hardly see a mistake. I'd like to personally have your service, not that you must but...
The Client: But you're more than aware our options here are scarce.
The Hatted Grim: Not your fault and sadly not many others are able to offer you stability without compromising your morals.
The Client: Assuming a lot.
The Hatted Grim: Knowing. Looking at you I see a mirror of a past life long forgotten. And I know deep down inside many things you'd never admit.
The Client: Say them.
The Hatted Grim: The path you take has been driven by violence since you were young... and yet when you are faced with such hardships you return them twofold. You bare the mark of the executioner, one of the most dangerous types of clients one could take on.
The Client: A Executioner?
The Hatted Grim: It rings nicely, don't you think? Not a killer without intent, every life you take has a deliberate touch. Every foe you've felled sends a message. One who recognizes that peace requires dismantling of those who cause misery among the meek.
The Client: You romanticize what I do but ultimately I'm not much more than a bounty hunter....
The Hatted Grim: A picky one.
The Client: You have to be.
The Hatted Grim: Interesting..
She leaned close to you, reaching for your hand.
You let her take it.
The Hatted Grim: Do you feel uncomfortable right now?
The Client: No.
The Hatted Grim: Fear? Nerves?
The Client: Could you not tell if you see so much?
The Hatted Grim: I want to hear you directly.
The Client: I feel... familiarity.
The Hatted Grim: I'd hope so. In another time and place we were rather unlikely allies. At least its a nice thought to hold onto.
The Client: And right now?
The Hatted Grim: I think I feel something moreso in the future. As you know, the Crown Family has very much seeped its way into every aspect of life around here.
The Client: They embody misery in flesh.
The Hatted Grim: Mm. And unfortunately their existence is a danger to my own. Long ago I was considered a saint of this land, a guardian to many.
The Client: I've never heard of such thing-
That Hatted Grim: That's exactly my point. My grip on this world has become so much weaker, they've erased my memory from all but the most dedicated. I want you to be my vassal, embody everything I am in the public eye and restore my image.
The Client: You want me to bring fear to the Crown.
The Hatted Grim: I want you to inspire revolution, the people are just as important in reclaiming their lives. Change is natural, people exist to pursue their bliss. The walls planted from above are a crime against life itself.
The Client: ...You'll take care of the folks here?
The Hatted Grim: Absolutely. They will be protected with every tooth I can offer. I will make you one with life itself by embracing death itself.
The Client: Sounds too fantastical to be true..
The Hatted Grim: Will you take it? It's quite... committal.
The Client: Either way I die with a contract in my pocket. It's only uphill from here I think.
The Hatted Grim: Mm.. I'd like you to select a ally, one who's a reliable confidant under these circumstances. When you do I will return with your first job.
She pulls her hand away, you catch yourself blushing.
The Hatted Grim: The day I return you will be armed with the finest tool, until then.. you might find a few fortunes coming your way.
You give her a little bow.
The Client: Do not take long.
The Hatted Grim: Likewise.
