thisaintnorunngun

[thisaintnorunngun]

hello everyone [Hiatus time]

I'm sorry to inform you so late, but I'm going to be taking a hiatus. as sad as it is.

My homr life hasn't been the best as of late. Somr of you know what my occupation is, and that I take care of my grandmother, as of late she's been getting worse and my family isn't making my care for her any easier. I promise I'm fine, just extremely stressed out.. so I must take leave to focus on her. I'll try to answer messages here and on discord but i can't promise anything.... again I'm sorry.

thank you for understanding.

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He pours a good amount of sugar into the tea before mixing it. "That's true...But that doesn't mean I still can't try to help...I feel useless otherwise." He looks away shyly. He listens carefully to the other. "I see....w-well...if you ever want company, you can always just come over to my home...I live at the very end of this Isle...it's the only house out there on the end near the sea cliff....it's hard to miss it.." he takes a sip, sighing happily, "Oh...that's so good.." he smiles. "Thank you Umbra..." he looks around. "Where is Chill?" he asks curiously. 

Getting help. (closed rp)

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He took the cup of tea and nodded. "Yes please..." he breathed in the steam of the tea, visibly relaxing. "Thank you Umbra......I just wish I could do more..." he looks at the tea worriedly. ".....H-How have you been? I'm sorry for just barging in on you like this...I...I'm sorry about all this..."

Getting help. (closed rp)

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He nodded tiredly. "That honestly sounds amazing right now..." he sighs. "...and..just as long as the ring looks the same...it should be fine...I just don't want my friend to be put through this..." he grimaced. "...believe it or not...that ring is an engagement one.....the Demon is making my friend marry him...." he leaned back in the chair. "....I wish I could just stop him...but, it's my world...so it's not my business..."

Getting help. (closed rp)

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He practically slumped into the chair as he sat down, sighing softly as the other spoke. "I need it done before tomorrow afternoon...My friend...he's not from here...you know? Different Dimensions and all that? He can't go back without it...and I don't want to send him back to the original...." he looks up at her sadly. "...how fast do you think your friend can do it? I know I'm asking for a miracle...but, I...I'm begging you here..."

Getting help. (closed rp)

@coldblod23

You’re running, your breath heaving as you race among the trees of Isle I’s thick forest. You hadn’t looked for the shop in a few weeks, so right now you’re just taking guesses. You come to the clearing where you first found the shop, looking around frantically. “UMBRA!!! CHILL!!” You shout into the forest, trying to catch your breath. You had an emergency, one that you hoped the two shopkeepers could fix. “HELLO?!” You call out again, tiredly leaning against a tree. 

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He jumped as he heard the familiar voice, going towards it until he saw his friend. "Umbra!" He ran up to her, entering the shop. "I-I'm...hah." he huffed softly. "I'm so glad I found you..." he sighs, his breathing evening itself out. "I...I'm okay...I..I just need your help..." he reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked to be a handkerchief wrapped around something small. "I have this ring..." he wraps the object, and like he said there was a ring, a silver band with a purple gemstone set in it. If you looked closer, there was some demon script written on the inner part of the ring. It looks harmless, but in truth, it was a basically a ball and chain made to look beautiful. "...this ring...was forced on my friend by the devil...it's basically an anchor....if you try to remove it it's supposed to eat away at your very soul....luckily for him I was able to get it off of him without causing him harm...but, if they find out he removed it he'll be killed....Umbra, I need help either making a replica without the same effect that it has on the one who wears it.." he spoke in a panic, trying to be clear about what was going on. "C-Can you help??"

Getting help. (closed rp)

@coldblod23

You’re running, your breath heaving as you race among the trees of Isle I’s thick forest. You hadn’t looked for the shop in a few weeks, so right now you’re just taking guesses. You come to the clearing where you first found the shop, looking around frantically. “UMBRA!!! CHILL!!” You shout into the forest, trying to catch your breath. You had an emergency, one that you hoped the two shopkeepers could fix. “HELLO?!” You call out again, tiredly leaning against a tree. 

[thisaintnorunngun]

Getting help. (closed rp)

@coldblod23

You're running, your breath heaving as you race among the trees of Isle I's thick forest. You hadn't looked for the shop in a few weeks, so right now you're just taking guesses. You come to the clearing where you first found the shop, looking around frantically. "UMBRA!!! CHILL!!" You shout into the forest, trying to catch your breath. You had an emergency, one that you hoped the two shopkeepers could fix. "HELLO?!" You call out again, tiredly leaning against a tree. 

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{{Off to work}}

{{See you all later!!}}

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She watches Sandra as she works. Smiling happily when she returns. "Gracias, Señorita..." She takes few puffs of the cigar as the other lights it. As she leaves, you nod at the manager. "She's been everything and more" You laugh, taking another drag of the cigar. "But, reviews aside...I have a bit of a...request to ask of you and your Employer....Do you think we can go somewhere private?" Suddenly, you hear the small outburst of the men, your gray eyes darkening as they catcall. "...Pinche borracho..." she downs her drink. "You really should get your muscle to deal with men like that..." she eyes Dice almost angrily. "Never mind the privacy-" she gets up, and moves closer, whispering heatedly. "I'm here on a hit job....I'm letting you know I'll be as discreet as I possibly can, understood?" She pulls a photo from out of her dress, handing it to Dice. "This man is the one I'm looking for...if you want this to not be so ugly, you'll let me work...if not, it will get ugly....¿entendido?" She smiles. "And if you let me do this...I'll even get rid of that pig who just assaulted tu hija. Deal?" Her voice softened, almost sickeningly as she made the deal. "If you need to take it up with your employer, I can wait...but I won't wait forever, and I don't promise that the man over at the table will be safe..." She sits herself down again. "I don't like bullies....you understand, don't you?" She takes another drag and sighs as she blows out the smoke. "I hope to hear from you soon...Señor Dice..."

First encounters

You were on a Job. You hadn’t had one in a month, so it was time to put some money in your purse. You entered the lavish Casino, dressed to the nines like you were there for fun, when in truth you were there to off some poor sap. Well, not some poor sap, you had been hired to off a man who had murdered a rich family’s heiress…the justice system hadn’t done it’s job so you were called…like always. You did have to admit though, it was rather lively here. Even so, you nonchalantly brush your hand over a chain of oddly matched pearls that hung around your neck. It looked like a normal necklace, but in truth it was a rosary, tucked into your dress rather strategically. 

You walked into what looked like a lounge, a rather showy stage stood on one side of the room, you were looking for some help, maybe a waiter. Someone who looked like they knew what they were doing. For now all you could see were a bunch of really cute girls selling cigars and cigarettes. You decided to play the innocent card, looking lost always got you help. You walked up to the bar top, sitting yourself delicately onto a stool. “What’s a girl to do to get a drink around here?”

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Well hello, angelita~ "Oh my, what attentive servers..." she smiled up at the rather lovely waitress. "Well, Sandra...I'll take a bottle of cognac, with a glass of course." She laughs, her accent was rather thick, with Latin undertones. "Also, a cigar sounds lovely as well....but, before you bring me all that,....may I see the manager? I have some business with him...if you'd be so kind, Carñia."  She adjusts her mink shrug, eyes staying locked with the other. 

First encounters

You were on a Job. You hadn’t had one in a month, so it was time to put some money in your purse. You entered the lavish Casino, dressed to the nines like you were there for fun, when in truth you were there to off some poor sap. Well, not some poor sap, you had been hired to off a man who had murdered a rich family’s heiress…the justice system hadn’t done it’s job so you were called…like always. You did have to admit though, it was rather lively here. Even so, you nonchalantly brush your hand over a chain of oddly matched pearls that hung around your neck. It looked like a normal necklace, but in truth it was a rosary, tucked into your dress rather strategically. 

You walked into what looked like a lounge, a rather showy stage stood on one side of the room, you were looking for some help, maybe a waiter. Someone who looked like they knew what they were doing. For now all you could see were a bunch of really cute girls selling cigars and cigarettes. You decided to play the innocent card, looking lost always got you help. You walked up to the bar top, sitting yourself delicately onto a stool. “What’s a girl to do to get a drink around here?”

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He nodded. “Right… I hope you hear from him soon. People tell me how cool and amazing he… I mean I don’t get it, but he’s your brother so you may understand.” He saw a pile of letters. They were questions from other people. Mug must be a pen pal type of person, though he owned a blog, so he guessed they were in the same boat writing-wise.

“So anything interesting around here?” ================================================

Mug rolls his eyes. "He's alright....I mean, he is my brother...but, I'm not his biggest fan...others hold him in such high regard and-" his voice gets a bit quicker, sounding almost annoyed, he's starting to mumble to himself.. "Amazing, sure...cool? Yeah, okay...but, he's reckless and-" that last word got a bit too loud, causing him to stop his speech. He heard the last question from the other and cleared his throat. "U-uhm....Th...there's...there's the carnival on Isle II?" He says as calmly as possible, hoping the other wouldn't ask questions.

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