Pinocchio

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 19:52:44, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio kicks the door open, stalking in slowly while glaring at the various patrons of the establishment. As he walks, numerous strings are dragged behind him, and a trail of fresh bloody droplets follow his footsteps, originating from the coat of human skin draped over himself and shrouding his features. "EVEninnnng, gen-gentlEMEN."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 19:58:14, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio looks around himself, noticing one very oddly behaving patron, who appeared to be abusing his left arm. Shambling over to his table, the puppet analogue hops onto a seat, observing the man's actions with morbid curiosity. However, he says not a word, which only adds to his disconcerting aura.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 20:04:30, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio continues to observe the man's seemingly masochistic behavior, resting his head on one viciously clawed hand. His other arm is left to dangle nonchalantly, and he barely notices the sensation that it is being gnawed on.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 20:09:05, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio is thrown off by the sudden yielding of the table, falling forward and landing in a scrappy heap on the floor. Picking himself up slowly, he dusts himself off and ensures that the stolen skin is still securely draped over himself. "T-t-that wwwwas UNCAlled for."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 20:12:53, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio performs a self-diagnostic, bending all his limbs one by one to make sure they didn't suffer any damage from the fall. Not that it was necessary; the level of blood saturation in his components left them exponentially more durable than those of a typical puppet. With each turn and twist, a ratcheting sound would emanate, echoing off the walls of the bar.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 20:15:56, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio checks that his grisly cloak is still securely on himself, then walks over to the bar counter. The various strings trailing from his body mark his trail, entangling themselves around the tables and chairs, as well as the feet of those unlucky enough.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 20:21:27, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio hops into a bar stool, sitting next to a female who reeked of earthly pleasures. "D-disGUSTing..." He mutters to himself, waving a hand as though trying to dispel the stench from around his face.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 20:26:17, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio casts his eyes about for something, anything to distract him from the foul aroma emanating from the female. His eyes glitter malevolently as he catches notice of a form crumpled on the floor. "Well HELLlllo theeeere..." Ratcheting his mouth open, his lithe tongue slides out, licking around his bloodstained jagged teeth as he moves slowly towards the bleeding person.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 20:31:04, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio walks toward the unconscious man, raising a hand with wicked flaying blades for fingertips in a semblance of a friendly wave. "It aPPEARs y-your ffffriEND HEre ha-has met with... a MISFORtune." Looking up, his face displaying a wide grin, rows of edged teeth visible for all to see. "W-would YOU like meeeee to t-ta-take CARE of him forrrr yOU?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 20:35:31, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio gets to work, not bothering to wait for a reply. Reaching behind himself, he twines one of his strings around his fingers, creating a makeshift garrote. Moving over to his new acquisition's neck, he wraps the improvised device around the victim's throat. "FIRst, let'ssss fi-FINish the jooooob..."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 20:41:55, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio grumbles with annoyance, then returns to his bar stool, once again next to the ridiculously smelly woman. Absentmindedly, he begins to trace his bladed fingers along the surface of the bar counter, scratching out an obscure and convoluted sigil.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 20:49:19, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio freezes up, a familiarly dark scent assailing his senses. "W-wolf..." In greeting, he spins about in his bar seat, arms stretched wide with a loud grim cackle to accompany the display. "H-ha-hahahaAHAhahaaa! How HAVe y-you beEN?!"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 20:55:04, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio then turns towards the woman next to him. Had he any control over his facial features, he would be grimacing over the copious stench. "I ammm EXIsting. A-and whhat OF you?" He retorts, pointing a sharp finger at her. Turning back towards his canine companion, he cackles again. "OooOOHOHohoo... yOUNG Hood mu-must haaave DESPIsed not h-having You byyy her siDE."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 21:00:32, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio focuses on the wolf, waving a clawed hand dismissively towards the other two who addressed him. "D-drugs? ME?" He lets out another burst of cackling. "Seei-ing as HOW Iiii lACk a dig-diGEStive sysstem, I f-fail to seeeee HOw that miGHT WORk."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 21:06:27, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio grins maniacally, his long slimy tongue lolling out at the prospect. "T-that--" However, a slap from the reeking woman interrupted him, the impact causing him to spin about in his bar seat, tongue flailing about from the centrifugal forces and splattering stale blood in all directions. As his revolutions come to a halt, he raises a finger, moving it dangerously close to her face. "Th-THat wasss... UNCAlled for."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 21:10:04, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio casts his emotionless eyes at those around him. While the amount of blood soaking his wooden frame kept him from immolating, his cloak of skin caught fire, crisping and crumbling in the heat. "Pe-PEOple... whyyy the h-HATE for a humBLE p-P-PUPPET such asssss mySelf?"

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 21:14:40, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio would have frowned if his face wasn't made of wood. "I stRONgly re-recommEND against sUCH an actionnn..." He raises a hand, five blades glittering eagerly. "Dooo yOU h-honestLY think duct TApe alONE can si-silence ME?" His cloak of flesh continued to burn, casting a dark silhouette.

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 21:18:38, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio lets the staff slam down on him, causing the bar stool to crumble under the impact. On the floor, the puppet simply bats the weapon aside, the satanic energy that animated him protecting his shell from harm. Standing to his feet, he cackles again as the various strings around his body begin to levitate, moving through the air at random. "I d-do BELieve y-you arrre... MISTAKEN."

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 21:19:40, as a chat transcript.

[But I'd be more than happy to resume this episode tonight. :D]

# Gambit's Bar, 2009-08-28 21:23:00, as written by Tetrino

Pinocchio readies himself for battle, when a demonic sigil suddenly materializes at his feet. "Oh? I-it aPPEars I am beeeeeING sumMOned..." He sighs as his self slowly fades from this space, shrugging lightly. "Pe-perHAPS another tiiiime, genTLEMen..."

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Tetrino

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