Jackabee ‘Jacks’ Willows
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Lady Luck is on my side. Give her time. || 26 | Half-Halfling, Half-Human | 5’2 || D&D RP | Fantasy RP | MVRP ||
“OI. Quitcha fuckin’ hackin’ or covers yer mouf!”
(coughs in their direction)
“Wheechoneya left yer ked oot’ere? Hackin’ up a fuckin’ loung.”
@wastedcrusade.bsky.social The bar was quiet, primarily because it was closed. Being closed tended to have that effect on a place. Jacks didn’t mind. That just meant the booze was free until it got open again. Locked inside, he paid no mind to the sound of someone breaking in. He broke into +
He’s sitting down next to the hole Plago is digging, picking up a rock and turning it over in his hands. Then, pocketing it, “Ye think moles think we’re fuckin’ shite at diggin’?”
"You think?" Huff. "Maybe he had a particularly irritating body to bury. Motivates a beast quite well."
“Yer da one using’ it. Figured you’d dae yer research. Think he was jist diggin' wi' his hands an' 'en realized ‘oh, shite, there’s enuff rubbish ah coods make a shovel?’”
"I... what? Why would I know? Why should you [ask?]"
Whit? Ye dinnae speak common? That’s a'richt, ah kin huv a go tae simplify it fur ye. Na fashes at a', friend. I said ah think tis a moggie. Meow meow. Bit he's bin cursed.
What the fuck are you SAYING?!?
Weel, if ah didnae ken ony better, a'd say that's a moggie, bit yin that haes bin zapped by a witch tae eternally be in that moment whin ye jus wake up efter a nap, whaur yer feelin' worse than ye did whin th' nap stairted. Ye ken?
The fuck is this?!?
Heard o' gaun broke. Ne'er heard o' gettin sae rich ye explode.
She exploded herself into gold it was quite funny.
“Why wid ah be digging a hole? Dun git nothin' doon thare.”
"And still a better job with one arm and a shit shovel than you'd manage with two and the finest spade in Faerûn." Grunting, grumbling despite his flippant words.
That made him perk up. “Ye got sum yer wantin’ t’ share?”
"Surely a good wine would make a more pleasant job of it?"
A'm needin' someone tae skelp me ower th' heid 'til ah fall asleep.
Is it? Wine is dark, red, 'n' aged in a dark moist steid. Blood is dark, red, 'n' aged in a dark moist steid.
But that's a lie!
Ah knew a vampire spawn wance. Sweet guy, bit he wid lie 'n' say he liked a dark red wine. Ye shuid huv a go at that!
I just answered your question!
… Ye asking tae git staked? Likelie shouldn’t be announcing that or else th' wrong fowk might overhear.
Blood.