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Who: Solomon Goldsmith (![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sembant) & YOU.
What: Catch all for this month waddup 4/21.
When: Whenever honestly.
Where: Mostly Olympia. Olympia (if you're doing ur own thing here/unless discussed otherwise).
Warning(s): Gore(?) but nothing yet.
★ 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓉
[Solomon's been cordially invited to a nerd's birthday party, which means he should show up prepared. Appreciative of the third-party summons and impersonal enough to indicate he won't be staying the entire duration of. He's already holding a sack of something questionable as he peruses various inebriants. One of the worst things about this planet thus far is that none of the beverages here make sense, and the after-effects can be unpredictable.
Unless you're an old sake-drinking guy.
Currently, he's bent forward, scrutinizing an iridescent bottle of Chermugeac Mousseux -- sounds douchey enough.]
★ 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝓀𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌
[For all of his distaste regarding Wyver -- the smell of it, the look of it, the questionable nature of it in its entirety, Solomon spends a surprising amount of time in Murkwell Hollow. Close associates, re: Diva may be the only person on the gosh dang planet who'd know, or at least have a hunch as to why. Currently, and with purpose, he's kicking rocks (not literally) around the marsh. Same old shtick. Solomon bums around the marsh like a mallrat, irritates the local fake centipede monster(s) and gets his rocks off for the night. Feel free to have him infringe on a mission your character may be on, or catch Solomon in the midst of a heated battle with messed up appendages.
OTA fuck me up.]
sembant) & YOU. What: Catch all for this month waddup 4/21.
When: Whenever honestly.
Where: Mostly Olympia. Olympia (if you're doing ur own thing here/unless discussed otherwise).
Warning(s): Gore(?) but nothing yet.
★ 𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓀𝑒𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓉
[Solomon's been cordially invited to a nerd's birthday party, which means he should show up prepared. Appreciative of the third-party summons and impersonal enough to indicate he won't be staying the entire duration of. He's already holding a sack of something questionable as he peruses various inebriants. One of the worst things about this planet thus far is that none of the beverages here make sense, and the after-effects can be unpredictable.
Unless you're an old sake-drinking guy.
Currently, he's bent forward, scrutinizing an iridescent bottle of Chermugeac Mousseux -- sounds douchey enough.]
★ 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝓀𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌
[For all of his distaste regarding Wyver -- the smell of it, the look of it, the questionable nature of it in its entirety, Solomon spends a surprising amount of time in Murkwell Hollow. Close associates, re: Diva may be the only person on the gosh dang planet who'd know, or at least have a hunch as to why. Currently, and with purpose, he's kicking rocks (not literally) around the marsh. Same old shtick. Solomon bums around the marsh like a mallrat, irritates the local fake centipede monster(s) and gets his rocks off for the night. Feel free to have him infringe on a mission your character may be on, or catch Solomon in the midst of a heated battle with messed up appendages.
OTA fuck me up.]
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No one readily answers the pristine (by comparison, at least) newcomer's initial query, but the scarred man throws his arms open in drunken jubilation when the beast's demise is cordially announced.
He laughs, breath rancid and teeth blackened - but at least he still has some. His companions aren't so blessed. Maybe that's why he's their leader?] Tani doesn't look like much, but he can sure surprise you!
[He'd used his moniker, thanks for the consideration, Solomon.] You look too frail to be wandering in the swamps - take care, buddy. There won't always be someone to save you! [One of the men makes some sort of mean middle school homo comment about Solomon, to which another... and Takasugi... snickers.]
No need to linger any longer than you'd like. [A coin purse thuds in front of Takasugi; he takes it without delay and stands.] I'm afraid I'm also occupied, so I'll be departing as well.
[The leader scoffs, something about not knowing how to have a good time, but ultimately turns back to his buddies with no more than a gruff wave.
Which leaves Takasugi and Solomon to leave as a pair. Stepping out into the night, Takasugi chooses lighting his pipe over initiating conversation. After all, Solomon 'has somewhere to be'.]
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It's fortunate that he's never been one to feel the need to prove himself, seek revenge or backstab on a whim. The ball's really in his park, which is the only reason he'll give Takasugi a hard stare for that chuckle.]
That isn't something you need to tell me.
[His work here's done; it's something he could have achieved with a phone call. He's departing, a few brisk steps ahead of Takasugi, pointedly overlooks holding the door for him.
And once outside, he'll appear as unaffected as he'd been during the roast.]
Take care not to spend it all in one night. [His reimbursement, obviously.] You may not be able to handle a second hunt.
is this thread actually over holy shit
Aromatically.
Yet there he stood, taking the brunt of an insult at the second grade level. There's nothing to say to a simple slur when a gaggle of
mean girlssweaty men are chortling, complete with audible tartar in their throats, at your expense.Takasugi's been in Solomon's position enough times to be tickled by some sweet sweet Schadenfreude at the man's expense.
Having a door swing towards his face can't dampen his mood-
Pace more confident than Solomon's - he knows where he's going, after all - Takasugi raises a hand, dismissive.] Enjoy your night, Mr. Beast Hunter.
[From butcher to poacher, Solomon's really making a life for himself.]
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