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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2017 4:32 pm
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Muerte considered this, "Very well, I'll admit you have a point. However, it's also crucial that your story have a mark of intrigue, something to keep the trolls drawn to you, talking. But I suppose that's where being a sleazy b*****d comes in."
He nodded.
"Very well, we're using gerbils. Maybe you're riding a trend, but you've put forth immense effort into it as a hobby. This is your moment to shine, etcetera. Common ground, approachable, someone with a great amount of dignity so no one messes with you..." He nodded slowly to himself, "It's no use. We're going to have to acquire plushies. I craftsman I am not, but I'll have you know I'm nimble with a needle Invasi. Nimble." He wiggled his fingers, All nine of them. His nine, nimble fingers.
Which well, he was if they were the type of needle that went through flesh.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 4:51 pm
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"You ask too many goddamn questions." The greenblood was scowling, but the disdain was obviously surface deep. "Ah though! An outfit, now that's a request. You know, first impressions are very important. Before you even open your mouth, someone is formulating an opinion of you... we need to make sure you look soft and approachable. Kind. I'm thinking fluffy." Muerte was making a picture frame with his thumb and index finger, his eye closed as his mechanical one adjusted itself like a camera lens.
"Obviously, we can't do anything about your neck. It might be good to try covering your other scars. Also unfortunate, but I doubt there's anything we can do about your sleazy smile, so we'll have to do some adjusting with your eyebrows to try and make it look less like your an a*****e and more like you're a kindhearted bellhop sort of man." He nodded, "I have little knowledge of the world of cosmetics, but we're going to give it a go."
Oh. Right, the outfit.
"Sweaters, you'll need a sweater too. You already like sweaters, so it'll work out find. You'll be rather fluffy then; we just need to get away from the stripes. Do you like argyle, Aprife?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2017 1:36 am
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"Fluffy?" Aprife wasn't sure that was a word he'd ever heard to describe him before. Whether Muerte would be able to pull it off, well, he supposed it didn't matter all that much. As long as the good doctor was satisfied with his work, Aprife wouldn't argue it.
"Y'know, I'm gonna make some tea," he mentioned off-handedly. It was obvious they were going to be here for a while. They could both use it. "Really sounds like you've got your ideas down, but a little extra time to think never hurt, yeah? I'll be back before you know it."
The kitchen wasn't far, anyway, and Aprife was sure he'd hear Muerte calling if he really needed something. "Oh," he called back over his shoulder, "Argyle's pretty decent."
Then he was gone around the corner. While Muerte planned outfits, Aprife planned which cutely patterned mug he'd serve the greenblood's tea in tonight.
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