06-25-2017, 06:52 AM
Joseph and Sara have occupied themselves with finding the answers to many of their questions, not willing to remain ignorant as is.
[The ominous clacking of a typewriter would like to inform you they're not going to be back for a while.]
The Glitch barkeep peered upwards, whilst it still cleaned what appeared to be a plate, letting out robotic chirps of a voice to communicate. "On it. That'll cost you, yes."
Clyde rolled back onto his stool eagerly awaiting the drink as he peered around, clearly questioning what to do.
"Welcome to Goldport." He muttered. "Both towns're the fuckin' same, I tell ya'."
"Well, technically the--"
"Tell me bolts, what makes this place any different? It's got the same 'aroma'. Same businesses. Sure, different streets, people. Architecture. But that's just typical with towns. Nothin' that makes this place any technically different from Woodport, I tell ya'."
The flightless bird smirked, as his corpulent self brought out what was a rugged wallet out from under his jacket, pulling out a dull card and sliding it across the counter.
"There's ya' payment. There's a difference between an honest customa', and a thief, y'know."
The Glitch let out a few unintelligible chirps, as it did what it was asked of.
[The ominous clacking of a typewriter would like to inform you they're not going to be back for a while.]
ENTER CLYDE.
Clyde was your typical spare-faring mercenary, though rather short in stature. A flipper and short beak revealed him to be a penguin of some sort. Corpulent, but something he wouldn't want you to know is that he's off from a vacation, one that spanned a few months on the sunny beach of a far off world. As is, he considers himself back in the business, though his physique and appearance leave him lacking, in comparison to others.
As for attire, He wore a bomber jacket over the majority of his chest. Worn, frayed in some places, it had seen a bit of battle, or at least just his line of work. It seemed to extend outward more than it normally should have, meaning that his weight might've not been wholly attributing to this effect. Perhaps a vest, or something other lies underneath.
For weaponry as it stood, there was a holster at his side, the butt of what appeared to be a Novakid-forged revolver stuck out of it. Though a bit of the paint that once coated the wood appeared to be rather chipped, implying the sidearm was aged and used, it could likely still end your life quickly. As quickly as a majority of methods, that is.
Now, in the real world. Clyde struggled to climb up a stool, but managed to anyway with a grunt. He pulled a cigar from his beak and quelled the flame into a nearby ashtray. He peered up at barkeep attending the bar, placing both his arms onto the bar, letting out an exaggerated sigh.
"Whiskey on tha' rocks, boss."
The Glitch barkeep peered upwards, whilst it still cleaned what appeared to be a plate, letting out robotic chirps of a voice to communicate. "On it. That'll cost you, yes."
Clyde rolled back onto his stool eagerly awaiting the drink as he peered around, clearly questioning what to do.
"Welcome to Goldport." He muttered. "Both towns're the fuckin' same, I tell ya'."
"Well, technically the--"
"Tell me bolts, what makes this place any different? It's got the same 'aroma'. Same businesses. Sure, different streets, people. Architecture. But that's just typical with towns. Nothin' that makes this place any technically different from Woodport, I tell ya'."
The flightless bird smirked, as his corpulent self brought out what was a rugged wallet out from under his jacket, pulling out a dull card and sliding it across the counter.
"There's ya' payment. There's a difference between an honest customa', and a thief, y'know."
The Glitch let out a few unintelligible chirps, as it did what it was asked of.
v. 1.2 patch notes
- idk what to do with my life
+ disclaimer: If I'm on mobile and I respond to a post, it will likely lack color to indicate which character said or did what. Mobile is ass to do coloring on. If needed, ask me in a followup post if I need to elaborate on who did what. If my memory permits, when I get access to a computer, I will color that post.
- idk what to do with my life
+ disclaimer: If I'm on mobile and I respond to a post, it will likely lack color to indicate which character said or did what. Mobile is ass to do coloring on. If needed, ask me in a followup post if I need to elaborate on who did what. If my memory permits, when I get access to a computer, I will color that post.