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Trapped in the mirror realm or something similar, no doubt. Or perhaps in some faraway world or jail. Fascinating, really. Are you quite sure you won’t consider opening a demonic portal for me?

[raises an eyebrow] ... If it’s a fight you want, I’m not quite sure if it’s a fight you’ll get.

Underground? Former wife thing? If we are going to discuss exes, then mine is far less human than yours could ever be. And in saying so, is more of a wife thing…..

[takes a long sip actually closing his eye] Young? Hmmmm I suppose I am rather young for an immortal being, young for what you regular humans would call a god. 

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I’d love to meet your ex. He or she or it must be fascinating to study. Are you perhaps still in touch? Or is there a demonic portal I’ll have to go through?

[tilts his head] ... You’re either messing with me or you’re some sort of spirit or guardian.

Underground? Former wife thing? If we are going to discuss exes, then mine is far less human than yours could ever be. And in saying so, is more of a wife thing…..

[takes a long sip actually closing his eye] Young? Hmmmm I suppose I am rather young for an immortal being, young for what you regular humans would call a god. 

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Cliches are the basis of poetry. Nothing is original. All are little more than pathetic carbon copies.

And yes, actually. I’m a professor at the Eastern Villainous Institute of Lemons.

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No, actually. For my new lab. Underground, of course. My... former wife thing destroyed my old one.

[DISGUSTING] Pumpkin spice? What’s with young people and that stuff? [sighs, running a hand through his hair] Also, a human is supposed to blink thrice per minute. You are obviously not that.

Don’t mind me, just mowing the lawn.

[the lawn is dead, Fred] [you killed it] [there is no grass whatsoever on the lawn]

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You’ve caught me. I am not actually mowing the lawn. [hair flip bitch u got nothin’ on him] I’m preparing it instead.

[tilts his head] ... Your coffee smells like the slop my son dumps out of his pot every morning.

Don’t mind me, just mowing the lawn.

[the lawn is dead, Fred] [you killed it] [there is no grass whatsoever on the lawn]

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Humanity is not worth half a damn of anything. It is not worth understand. It’s worth subjugating.

Believe what you will. In the end, she is too afraid to approach me. And I can do so whenever I want. [lets the sparks fly off]

Ah. That silly notion. Foolish, isn’t it? You can get whatever you want if you only had the ability to get it.

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Believe what you will. In the end, she is too afraid to approach me. And I can do so whenever I want. [lets the sparks fly off]

Ah. That silly notion. Foolish, isn’t it? You can get whatever you want if you only had the ability to get it.

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She’s the bridge burner. I merely offer my sweet words. [flexes his fingers, sparks dancing]

So. What is a creature such as you to gain by interacting with her?

Indeed. I try to be, at least. But of course… [crosses his arms] You obviously have been speaking to my dear Queen Anne.

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Indeed. I try to be, at least. But of course... [crosses his arms] You obviously have been speaking to my dear Queen Anne.

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Ludwig Beilschmidt. [and in the midst of that black swarm is lightning]

My mistake. You’re a more hideous version of him.

Arthur… I always knew your original hair color was terrible, but pink? Really?

@oliverthirty

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Arthur... I always knew your original hair color was terrible, but pink? Really?

@oliverthirty

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Don’t mind me, just mowing the lawn.

[the lawn is dead, Fred] [you killed it] [there is no grass whatsoever on the lawn]

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[Former Capt. Braginski’s doing the whatever, so he’s hanging out in port until it’s time to set sail] [and by hanging out, I mean seeing patients]

Next! Please strip down to your undergarments and stand with arms open wide. State your name, age, and reason why you seek my medical expertise.

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Pieces of eight, pieces of eight

Name: Frederick Alexander Jones

Age: ???

Role: Physician... and something else?

Appearance: Same as usual, still a dickhead too.

Backstory: One look at Frederick and just about anyone can tell that there’s something very... off about him. Aside from a way too large occupation with dismemberment, the man seems to always be planning something, but rarely seems to take things seriously. In fact, he has a particular interest for the random junk pirates tend to have in their possession...

He met Ivan one day when the former pirate came into his practice to have some stitches done. As much as he didn’t enjoy not having to amputate the limb, he was attracted by Ivan’s offer to join him as part of the crew of the neutral merchant vessel. Ivan would have plenty of leeway to speak to any and all pirate captains... including the nine Frederick is searching for.

Don’t be surprised if your pieces of eight disappear.......

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[scritch scratch scribble write write] [he’s used up the whole notebook] [he’s still going tho] [all over the cover and back, along the margins, even on Tino’s cuff]

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That should be enough for a first trip!

@Mr. F-uckface

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Then let me go. Escort me if you want. Either way, I’m getting that coffee. 

@Mr. F-uckface

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I also need a coffee. One tall chai tea latte with two squirts of expresso and extra whipped cream. 

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I also need a coffee. One tall chai tea latte with two squirts of expresso and extra whipped cream. 

@Mr. F-uckface