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[ladyguns]

[ A mouth! A mouth, with some seriously sharp shark-teeth going on. Also a good few piercings. Lips, tongue, even a few Monroe studs. There's a bloody gash on one side of this pair of lips, and they twist together for a disapproving cluck. ]

Motherfucker. Figures, right? You go and get your ass ressed, and don't even get full fucking HP. That's a

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[beneiden]

What's wrong with your face? [ This is totally how you greet newcomers. ]

[beneiden]

Where am I supposed to find any of that? I haven't seen any damn marketplace here.

[ladyguns]

The fuck're you asking me for? Just find it!

[beneiden]

You never said anything about payment in the first place! [ She might have reconsidered.

The vine follows her over to where she crouches at the base of a tree and begins to pick up some fallen apples, inspecting their condition and, usually, muttering something about how one was too soft, or too brown, or had worms, or wasn't big enough or....

Yeah, it's going to take her a while to even find a satisfactory fruit at this rate. ]

[ladyguns]

It's not payment, it's fucking piercing equipment. [ a beat. ] 'Cept for the booze and cigs. That's totally payment.

[beneiden]

Tch. [ It's hard to tell what that's for, or at whom it is directed. ]

...fine. But I'm not giving you more than that! [ And she doesn't actually know where to get things, but she does know that others talked about making things. With a harsh word to the Vine, the feed ends. ]

[ It will be a while before Parsee finally shows up. She has something that looks like a cloth bag slung over her shoulder, but it's really just a tablecloth she ganked from an unoccupied room. It's lumpy and though it seems full she is carrying it with ease as she wanders the path in the Gardens near where she first arrived, bright green eyes scanning the paths as she stomps here and there.

Where is that damn woman? She wants to try this NOW and her impatience is palpable. ]