If only I could find someone to do anything with.

Steve’s a p cool guy

The reason it's so much stronger now is because it's all fused into one solid mass, as noted by what you all must have previously believed was merely my artistic error.

Christian @ 7/6/2022 20:46

If only I could find someone to do anything with.

Maybe Nene paintballed with you as part of your mentorship

Curtis @ 7/6/2022 21:47

Christian @ 7/6/2022 20:46 If only I could find someone to do anything with. Maybe Nene paintballed with you as part of your mentorship

perhaps she did.

Also, I forgot to mention this before. But Steve's bulletproof vest is purple because it's paint. It was black at first, but he wore it paintballing. He wore it all the time because you never know. Anyway, he got purple paint on it and he thought it looked cool, so he just painted the whole thing purple. I can't believe that slipped my mind when I first talked about the vest.

You know sometimes I make pottery and it feels like two strong Canadian wings are guiding my own wings as I gently shape the pottery. Ah probably just my imagination and not some ghoost

mal @ 7/6/2022 22:03

You know sometimes I make pottery and it feels like two strong Canadian wings are guiding my own wings as I gently shape the pottery. Ah probably just my imagination and not some ghoost

what a perfect roll for Carmen. lol

and I'm picturing that scene from Ghost but with Carmen and Percy instead.

Ah, among the many things cluttered about in his trainwreck of a living situation are the taxidermied husks of his many pets from over the years. Rats, snakes, rabbits, you name it and Percy probably has three of them. His favorite has to be his pet fox Ferdinand who, in his afterlife, has been assigned the illustrious task of acting as Percy's trusty headset holder

He came to me while i was watching the young ones at the park, fighting over another piece of bread. I always did so enjoy that. You'd think the bigger ones would win every time, but you would be wrong! Oh you would be wrong... The ones that win are the ones that are hungriest.

You wouldn't think Xander wins a lot, from the look of him. And from my experience, he doesn't usually. He always gets a taste though, a nibble, and that counts for something. I'd betcha that's why he's still in the game.

He started talking to me, and i couldn't tell you exactly what he said. He's a mumbler. He mumbles. I think he thinks he's doing something, building up the tension or keeping up deniability, but I hate it! I hate it! And I told him as much! I could have chewed him out for wasting so much time of an old lady's day! But I know these young kids need encouragement and kindness, and so i bit my tongue and spoke politely, like one of those church ladies. I told him that a boy like him should be off enjoying such a lovely day, and leave me be.

But does he listen? No. No. He just keeps mumbling, even worse than before. I could have wacked him for it, but instead i just simply told him to tell me why any of this was worth my while.

And that is when he said it. That is when he said it.

"Doomore."

My blood ran cold. Oh god as my witness it ran cold.

Dr. Liz Doomore. That's what she calls herself these days. I could see her in my mind in an instant. Human. Ugly. Awkward, with a short neck and huge teeth. She was a friend of mine back in the day… back when we were both young… She and I were such a team…

But that was a long, long time ago. A long time indeed. A long time since she took my money and left me with nothing, stranded far from home with no way back, having done crimes no goose had ever done before. She hurt me ways no one could ever hurt me again.

These days shes always busy. Always busy. Shes always got some scheme up her sleeve. She’s found ways to monetize talking to animals in ways no normal person could ever dream up, and she keeps our old crime spree so under wraps, most geese have no idea what a criminal mastermind she is. Most just think shes nice. A few poor fools even think shes a “friend.”

Fools thinking she could ever be anyone’s friend…

I didn’t hear the rest of Xavier’s mumbly jumbly talk. I didn’t care. I did. Not. Care.

"As long as it hurts her, I'll do it. I don't even want all she took from me back. I just want her hurt."

"After what I have planned, she'll definitely be hurting for sure."

I was hungry. Oh Lord was I hungry.

“You son of a bitch, I’m in.”

Perfect

The Mark: Dr. Liz Doomore. A scheming, ugly, awkward human who used to be partners in crime with Nēnē before betraying her and stealing her cut of a take. Has recently found a way to monetize her ability to speak to animals and runs it as her latest scheme

Nēnē’s Agenda: Revenge. To pull off a job so dastardly that it leaves Dr. Doomore as hurt as possible. Extremely personal

Up next: Steve gets a visit from his old mentor Nēnē and Christian lays down where the Doomore heist will take place

I see Christian posting right now, gonna go ahead and state I'll probably hold things up until later this afternoon or even this evening.

Hope it's not a big dyl™.