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Agrippina "Fox" Johansen

Lighten up. We're all going to die in the end anyways, right? Well, you will at least.

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a character in “The American Dream”, as played by Psst

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Name
Agrippina "Fox" Johansen

Age
Some 2200 and change. She tends to round to the nearest century. Physically, she is in her early twenties

Gender
Glorious female

Species
Gifted/Cursed human.

Skills

  • Smooth talking herself out of sticky situations
  • Learning new languages
  • Acquiring new friends
  • Teleportation
  • Immortality and invulnerability
  • Soccer

Sexuality
After two thousand years? Anyone. Anything. Although she tends more towards men.

Goals
  • To somehow con her way onto the moon
  • To see the first flying cars
  • To read everything ever written
  • To enjoy the ride

History
Born sometime around 219 BC in what is now Sagunto, Spain (which she learned about a thousand years later while browsing an encyclopedia), Agrippina first distinguished herself as a kickass individual by inexplicably acquiring the ability to disappear in one place and reappear in another. Unfortunately, her youth, gender, social class and inability to teleport farther than about half a mile in one go made her super human abilities quite a moot point. Her life was L-A-M-E up until this guy you've probably never heard of named HANNIBAL invaded Hispania and laid seige to her city for six months. Next thing she knows, the city is surrendering and everyone is waving around poison and screeching about killing themselves, so she figured she'd better take the opportunity to broaden her horizons. She performed her very first long jump that day and found herself somewhere in Southern France. There, she was confronted by some total loser, apparently psychic gypsy witch who had some kind of issue with the fact that she had abandoned her hysterical, doomed-to-death-or-a-life-of-servitude city right in the middle of suicide-palooza. The witch placed a curse on Agrippina, that she should walk the Earth, alive, for eternity while everything else around her witheredand died. So... yea. Now she's just doing her thing, watching all of that withering.

Miscellaneous
She changes names every few decades, far more often than is strictly necessary. She hates repeating names and has a list somewhere of every name she's ever taken. Lately (since the whole crazy celebrity baby names thing has become a thing) she's been favoring the more outlandish hence the name "Fox."[/size]

So begins...

Agrippina "Fox" Johansen's Story

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One... Two... Three!

Fun fact: the Crawl Space (the nickname Fox had given the weird in-betweeny type space that she existed in when she made her jumps) smelled like old bacon whenever Fox jumped without first being absolutely sure where she was going. The smell made her wrinkle her nose (or something), but she tightened her grip on her duffel bag and shoved her way through the space-time continuum (or something). She'd somehow managed to shove everything she owned into the bag and it was already straining at the seams. She needed to get out of the Crawl Space ASAP. She didn't want to know what would happen if her vibrator flew out of her bag and was lost forever into the nether-space of reality.

Or maybe...

No. Not the time. Fox gave one final shove and felt a nice firm floor materialize under her feet. The very first thing she did was drop the bag and shake out her arms, staring around at what lay before her. It seemed she was in some kind of meat shop. There was an impressive mound of bright red meat beneath the glass. Fox was just drifting closer when she noticed an indignant croak coming from somewhere near her ankles. She shrieked and jumped back from the skull snapping it's lilly white jaws at her and realized that she'd somehow missed the room full of skeleton...things. She shrieked again and stumbled backwards toward the door, but tripped over her own bag and found herself sprawled on her back at the feet of a tall man with dark brown hair.

Fox scrabbled backward and make a series of micro jumps only a few feet away from one another. She couldn't concentrate enough to get the fuck out of there because holy fucking shit what were those things?? She managed to get to her feet and lunged for the door, colliding bodily with the man in the way. They both fell to the pavement outside and Fox sucked a breath in as she felt her elbow scape on the concrete.

"Shit, um, hi..." she gasped, rolling off of him and cradling her arm. "Please tell me in in Bluffington."

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Kris Metzger

Kris chuckled, relaxing back into his seat. "Yeah, I know how you feel 'bout feeling like there ain't much to do at home. 'Cept, when I'm at the shop I'm also home. Managed to snag a buildin' with a loft and all that. Didn't know plants were all that talkative, though. Can't say I'm overly surprised they have nothing to say even if you can understand 'em, tell ya the truth." Kris replied, taking another few puffs off of his cigar, which was nearly burnt down to his fingers. "I bet there's probably something goin' on in town, I just ain't heard about it. Not that there's been anyone 'round the shop to tell me anything today." Kris continued, knocking the ash off his cigar and stubbing it out in the ashtray. He grinned, and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning more heavily into the back of the chair.

Inside the shop, however, things were not nearly as relaxed. The golems, having settled any little squabbles remaining and gotten back to work, stopped, glancing around worried with whatever they had for a head. The golem that had ran up the stairs, Sweepy, came down, bustling over to the door and pointing at Kris and back into the shop. Kris, however, took no notice and continued looking towards Bridgette. Clattering in frustration, Sweepy ran over to a different golem, one fortunate enough to have a goat skull where it's head would be, and pointed at Kris. Nodding, the goat headed golem began walking towards Kris, but only managed to make it to the front of the counter when Fox appeared. Noticeably irritated, goat-head croaked and began chattering it's jaws at her, waving wildly between her feet and the door.

Hearing two shrieks and what sounded like a few bullfrogs getting into a wood stirring contest, Kris jumped up from his seat, body shifting into some loose approximation of a running stance. "Jesus Christ, don't tell me someone came in through the back door again. I have that goddamn lock on there for a reason, dammit!" Kris muttered, turning to face the inside of his shop just in time to be tackled back through the door and onto his back. Swearing loudly and flailing about as she rolled off of him, Kris stared at her in complete confusion. "Good lord, did you ever make one hell of an entrance lady. This may be Bluffington but that don't give you no damn license to just bust up into a man's shop and tackle him though his own door! I ain't too sure how y'all do things up here, but back in the south we usually yell at each other 'fore we just tackle someone onto the street. Jesus!" Kris yelled, his southern accent deepening into near illegibility, rolling over and getting to his feet.

He began dusting himself off, and goat-head came out, excitedly pointing between Kris and Fox and croaking. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You're a bit late to the party there, little man. Go on, get some help and make sure she didn't break anything. Maybe drag anything she brought with out here." Kris said, moving back to his seat and sitting back down heavily as goat-head clattered excitedly to the other golems just inside the door. "You know, lady, you're actin' like you ain't never seen no bone golem or anything like that before. Just where you from, exactly?" Kris asked, no longer yelling but not exactly calm, his accent still as uncultured as when he was yelling.

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Thanos opened his eyes and sat up on the old patched couch. He was in the office above the small theater that he owned. The camera was rolling the 1987 film Lethal Weapon. The film was almost over as it was at the fight scene at the end of the movie between Mel Gibson and Gary Busey. He stood up and looked at the clock. It was roughly eight o clock in the morning. He casually made his way down stairs to the theater as the movie was ending. the only other person in the actual theater was Harold a frail old man who was asleep in the third row. He first met Harold when they served together in Korea. They were in the same unit and after Harold watched Dominic take half a machine gun clip into his chest. He kinda had to tell him his story. They've been best friends ever since. These days Harold is very old and doesn't do much except sleep and watch movies in the theater. Thanos Smiled to him and continued over to his house.

After about an hour he was ready leave the house and start his day. He put on an old Led Zepplin t shirt and some old jeans. He then made his way down the street. He heard a nearby ruckus and spotted Bridgette. He always had a small crush on her but he never acted on it or tried to talk to her alone. Partly because he was embarrassed but mostly because he didn't want to get attached to anyone.....except Harold. He then noticed she was talking to Kris. Kris however was talking to a new lady. He didn't seem to happy about it either. She looked kind of scared. "Whats going on?" Thanos said with a confused smile on his face as he approached the three of them.

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Fox could barely do more than gape as the man she'd barelled into shot to his feet and started shouting at her. One of the things she liked most about America was that people rarely ever mentioned their grievances with one another, let alone had loud, showy confrontations. It meant that Fox could normally get away with a hell of a lot more than accidentally knocking someone down every once in a while. The pure novelty of the situation left her stunned for a few moments. But it got old quickly.

"Well excuse me!" she snapped, climbing gracelessly to her feet. "But in case you haven't noticed, you're stupid shop is being invaded by--"

One of the skeleton creatures toddled out of the shop. Fox drew back, but the thing completely ignored her and went for the guy instead. She flickered a bit in place (it was a habit she had when she was feeling panicky), but before she could decide whether or not to grab the guy and jump them both to safety, the bone thing started chattering animatedly in croaks and snaps, gesturing to her, to the man, and then back into the shop. The somehow managed to look more annoyed as he dusted himself off. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he said. "You're a bit late to the party there, little man. Go on, get some help and make sure she didn't break anything. Maybe drag anything she brought with out here." The skeleton turned immediately and toddled off back into the shop and Fox watched it go warily, though with a bit more curiosity. In a few thousand years, she'd never seen anything like that and Fox basically lived for new things. She twisted around to watch the thing say something to the other skeletons that had gathered within the shop, swaying forward on her toes to see better without actually going any closer.

"You know, lady, you're actin' like you ain't never seen no bone golem or anything like that before," the man said, and Fox saw that he had moved to a seat out in front of the shop. "Just where you from, exactly?"

Fox disappeared and reappeared again a few feet away in the center of the sidewalk. The street was lovely... quaint. It reminded her of the forties. She'd spent a few years in Maine and... yes, this street and those were just so similar. They could be siblings. She disappeared again and reappeared, this time in front of the meat shop, her face and hands pressed against the large glass window in front, trying to see inside to the skele-- no, the bone golems.

"Bone golem," she murmured to herself and then pulled away from the window, grinning. She didn't notice the large, streaky smudges her hands left. "Of course I've never seen a bone golem. Are there many of them here? Is this voodoo magic? I was just in Cuba and let me tell you, the voodoo there is batshit--" By this point, another guy had wandered over. Fox smiled prettily, her earlier irritation fading completely.

"I'm Fox," she said, thrusting her hand out towards the shop owner for him to shake.

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| Bridgette O'Leary |


It was like a split second of activity, one second she was having a rather enjoyable conversation with Kris. Then all hell broke loose, there was clamor of activity in the butchers shop, Kris stood up to see what was going on and then a young woman came bursting through the front door of his shop plowing through him like a line backer.

"Bloody hell!" Bridgette exclaimed as she crossed the street to try to figure out what was really going on.

The young woman, looked worried when Kris started laying into her. Now Bridgette knew that Kris was typically a collected man and it took quite a bit to get him going. But this girl came out of nowhere, well not exactly out of his shop,he expected some sort of teenage witch's pranks, the kids in Bluffinton got like that when it came for the school year to end. Its like someone flips a switch and they all turn into a bunch of annoying twits. But as she drew closer Bridgette knew one thing, this young woman was not one of the children from the town, and two she was older that any of the teens.

One of Kris' golems came out and began chittering at him, now for the life of her Bridgette didn't understand a word of it, but Kris seemed to manage.

"Please tell me in in Bluffington."

The girl managed to say after Kris calmed down a bit from his rant, "Aye lass, you're in Blufinton." Bridgette said with a nod.

There was a voice that called out from behind them, that Bridgette was very familiar with she turned and gave a wave greeting the newcomer to the 'accident'. "Hallow their now Thanos, seems this woman just appeared outta thin air tried to run through Kris here, I tell ya what lass you should try to sign up with a football team with a tackle like that. Taking down a grown man is a bit of feat if I may say so myself." Bridgette gave a light chuckle then winked at Kris trying to lighten the mood a bit.

It was then the girl got all curious and started flitting around one second down the road and then the next she was back at where they were standing.

"Disappearing than reappearing, girls got an attention span as long as a meter stick. Flitting about like a humming bird on espresso damndist thing I've seen in a while."

It was then the girl introduced herself to Kris by the name 'Fox'... Bridgette processed things for a minute and then nodded. "Well miss Fox, I'd ask you why you're here, but then I don't know if you're to sure yourself dear?"

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~Lifaria~

Stomping back to her resting spot, snapping small twigs beneath her bare feet in her wake, Lif huffed and pouted, losing her hands into fists as she dug at her palms, mumblig angrily to herself, "Stupid mermaids, The never appreciate a good show" she say as she reached up and peeled off another piece of skin, then another, and another, "Any now I'm peeling. All for nothing" she say, her voice a soft growl as she left trail of peeled skin behind her. Lifaria hated peeling, it felt gross, and it certainly was not beautiful. She finally made her way back to the patch of grass she had slept in and reached into the tree behind it, pulling out a pile of neatly folded clothes. Lif smiled at her smart hiding place that apparently no-one could ever find, and then dressed in her clothes, brushing off a few large flakes of skin from her arm and legs, then making herself fully-peeled apart from a few small pieces of skin on her back and stomach.

Confident enough, Lif began the trek to find the concrete path that lead to the town, padding along in her barefeet- she had forgotten to hide her shoes but it didn't bother her, she spent most of her time in the forest, so her feet became used to mostly any terrain. Lifaria adjusted the bust of her black tanktop, then peered down to check her shorts as she walked, making sure they didn't crease at any odd angles. Lifaria made her way to the town center, giving a sweet and innocent smile to those she passed, but then she would slow her pace, peering into the butchers, trying to see what was happening inside. The was a girl, who she had never seen before, the butcher - she had tried to impress a few times by cooking the meat in his shop, and another man, who she had seen around but didn't know the name of.

Lif walked over and placed a hand on her hip, looking from the butcher to the girl, the girl to the butcher, then to the other man. She'd smirk softly and use her free hand to push away a small piece of her hair that bothered her,"Things getting heated over here?" she'd say, snickering softly at her own joke. It was funny to her, but to anyone who didn't know what she was it would just confuse them.

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Thanos Chuckled at Bridgette's words. "Well ma'am I've seen many things quite like this." He said adding to the joke. " ever hear about David and Goliath? The little guy took Goliath out with one rock....."It was all in good fun, He then looked to Kris who was now standing upright again and dusting himself off. The new girl..... "Fox" as she had put...However, there was something odd about her...

The smile on his face was gone and was replaced with a look of wonder. He watched quietly as Bridgette and Kris talked to her about where she came from and who she was. He was getting an intense feeling of nostalgia..... Like several hundred years ago nostalgia. Thanos scratched his head. Had they met before?" This was certainly very interesting. "Have we..."

He was cut off as Lifaria piped into the conversation. He turned to her and nodded "Morning miss Lifaria..." Lifaria truly was beautiful and he knew a lot of guys that lusted after her. Thanos himself even once pursued her for a bit. She was always easy on the eyes.....even more so when she wasn't wearing any clothes.....Thanos blinked a few times then looked back to Fox. His attention was again on the three of them.

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~Lifaria~

"Morning miss Lifaria..." she'd hear, turning her attention again to the man she now recognized as Thanos. And she'd smirk, grinning playfully as she answered, "Well hello Thanos.." she'd coo, adjusting her position just to give her an exscuse to flick her hair. She stood, with her hand on her hip and one leg cocked slightly as she glanced over the gang, identifying the faces; Kris the butcher, Thanos, Bridgette who had a store across from Kris and then the new girl, who she overheard was apparently called 'Fox'.

As she waited for the others to talk, Lif squinted her eyes and focused on the distant behind the group, watching two men enter the bakery, then only one of them leave. She wondered why, and hoped there'd be some kind of drama to follow. Shortly after the first man left, a different man, exited the boutique and then hopped into the bakery. Lifaria eyed the man then shifted her attention to the boutique, wondering if she should go there later.

But now she'd bring her attention back to the group, absent-mindedly admitting a warm heat that anyone close enough would feel surround them. She'd smile softly, feeling the energy and the heat grow inside her, standing in one place with nothing to do and no-one to put on a show for made her bored, and when she was bored she would burn, in hopes that someone would notice, and she'd be able to show-off once more.

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Kris Metzger

Kris sighed and shook Fox's hand, clearing his throat. "Name's Kris. Kris Metzger. Er, look, I'm sorry about flippin' out on you like that. Ain't much like me to introduce myself by screamin' bloody murder. Damn kids out here tend to hop in and muck about soon as school lets out. Stirs up the golems and makes it harder to keep things in order. As for the golems, naw, that ain't voodoo or anything. I'm not gonna put my neck on the line and make a contract with a baron just to get the power to make a little bone critter run around. Just some old-world alchemy is all." Kris replied, leaning back into his seat. He glanced over at Thanos and gave him a little nod in greeting before turning his attention to Lifaria. "Afternoon, miss Deroove. If you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you keep your little firey party trick out of my store this time. It was weeks 'fore the golems stopped trying to get the matches and try it on themselves. There're still char marks on the ceiling from those little experiments." Kris said casually, his voice slowly regaining it's more cultured accent.

Inside, the golems began teaming up, trying to get the duffel bag all the way out of the store. The golems all pushed and pulled in opposite directions, doing little more than irritating one another and wiggling the bag. Sweepy, however, took the bedlam inside as an excuse to wander over to Kris and everyone outside, clicking quietly in curiosity. He wandered around, observing everyone in turn before going to Kris and clambering onto his lap, satisfied with his observations. "You might be on to something with tellin' her to try for the team, Bridgette. Haven't been tackled like that since I was in high school. She's got some muscle on her, that's for sure." Kris chuckled, gesturing at Fox with one hand. The other hand began patting his pockets, searching for another cigar and finding it in the pocket of his vest.

Finally reaching a consensus, the golems still hard at work trying to push the bag into the street began making slow progress, gradually inching towards the door. However, their combined, but still minimal, strength wasn't enough to push it up over the threshold and they quickly devolved into croaking at each other and wiggling the bag again. Kris shook his head and glanced at the arguing golems. "All y'all! Leave the bag and get back to work. That's far enough for the damn thing." Kris ordered, causing the golems to scatter around the shop and work on various meaningless tasks. Satisfied, Kris popped the end of his cigar in his mouth and lit another match, lighting the cigar and puffing on it contentedly.

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As Adam jaunted out of the bakery, his eye was drawn to the small crowd of people down the street. One of them even looked his way. They all seemed pretty focused on someone that Adam couldn't quite make out. Being curious, he decided to stroll over to the group with the intention of introducing himself and maybe even giving out his business card. He knew it was terrible, but hey, magic and weird stuff didn't keep food on the table. Well, technically it could, but that wasn't the point.

When he finally reached the group, most of them were talking and staring at this woman, but the bone golems in the butcher's shop nearby is what grabbed Adam's attention. They were of a fine make and they even seemed to have a hint of personality not commonly seen in constructs. By this point, he was practically staring at them, marveling a bit at the way they worked. Wanting to learn more, he returned to the group, seeing a man in a fold up chair smoking a cigar, seemingly ordering them around.

"Excuse me. Are these your golems? Fine job, if I do say so myself." Adam said standing beside the smoking man, smoke rising to his height pretty quickly. Adam couldn't help but notice the man's style was similar to his own. "I'm Adam, by the way. I don't think we've met. As a matter of fact, I don't think I've met any of you lovely people." he said, addressing the man in the chair as well as everyone in the small group with a hint of charm as to not be rude.

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| Bridgette O'Leary |


As more people arrived and started in on the conversation, Bridgette resorted to her typical behavior standing among everyone and quietly listening to everyone's various conversations. It's something she picked up in her early years as a human child, being a human was nothing akin to being a Faerie. So many times when playing with the groups of other children in the streets of her village, she found herself making a fool of herself. Many times being teased, by the other children, the nickname 'Odd Duck' followed her around for many years.

Even the parents would sometimes comment to Sean and Mary about the odd little things the children would tell them about Bridgette. But the O'Leary's wouldn't hear any of it, in their eyes the good Lord had brought their little girl back from the dead. So if she had a few odd quirks they would love her just the same, it's what drew Bridgette to humans in the first place their ability to form such strong bonds with each other. The Faerie folk didn't worry about making bonds with their children, as a child you didn't even stay with your parents longer than a few months till you were old enough to be on your own. Having a child, was just to add another worker to the group not because a pair loved each other and wanted to nurture that love by creating an offspring.

The few that knew her story, mostly the older people in Bluffinton would ask her, why she just didn't go back to her own people and family after the O'Learys passed on. Bridgette would sigh and tell them it wouldn't have mattered is she had gone back or not, her life would have just reverted back to the dull monotonous existence that it had been before she crawled into the cradle of that human child. It was hard seeing people you cared about come and go, but.... she would have never made connections with people like that ever if she had just gone back to her kin. It all came down to... being with the humans made her happy, so even with the sad times, the good times out weighed them substantially enough that she never returned to the Faerie Folk.

"I'm Adam, by the way. I don't think we've met. As a matter of fact, I don't think I've met any of you lovely people."

Bridgette looked up at the newcomer in town, there had been a few of those recently because well... Buffinton tended to attract all types of beings in this world. It was one of the reasons she loved the town so much.

"No, I certainly don't remember meeting ya Adam. Unless you've come into my shop. If ya had I apologize, sometimes I get so many people come'n and go'n through there that I can't keep up with'em all. My name is Bridgette O'Leary, I own O'Leary Produce across the way." She smiled and held out her hand to shake Adams.

As Lif, went on a trying to get the attentions of the newcomer, Bridgette internally shook her head and sighed. That girl I swear, like a peacock in the middle of mating season. Always wanting everyone to look at her plumes. Bridgette thought to herself.

She had already gone around with Kris, and nearly burnt down his shop. It was times like that, when Bridgette appreciated being in the form of a female, because Lif would always go for the males attention before she would a female in the group. She knew that she was beautiful and dangerous, using this to boost her own ego. In the end Lif was never looking for something meaningful with the men that fawned over her, the only thing she wanted is for them to fawn in the first place. Not that she didn't like Lif, it was just hard to keep things going in a conversation when a woman strips naked and sets herself on fire in the middle of it.

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Euphemia sat up from her drinks and sighed deeply the box-o-blood sat torn apart on the kitchen table and she was feeling rather lonely at the moment, depressed really. She had to get out of this house, had to see people be among them. Go shopping or something, it would be good for her. She stood up and looked in the fridge, ‘what do we need?’ she asked herself and made a list.
  • Milk
  • Bread
  • eggs
  • 1/2 lb of Beef
  • 1/2 lb of Pork
  • Blood, a defendant!


She took the list and placed it in her handbag and pulling out two rather long white gloves from it and put them on. If she was to walk in sunlight it had to be in a way without direct contact. She put on her long necked coat that she specially made for it stretched longer most and dropped just under her chine. Placing a pair of sunglasses on, she grabbed her keys and walked into the garage adjacent to the kitchen. She walked around the car to the driver’s side, it was a 1958's Chevy Impala, a classic and if she was in need of the money she would sell it, but she was far too fond of the car to ever sell it.

Driving down the street she noticed a hell of a lot commotion going on in The Butcher’s store. my goodness, drama? But I do need to pick up my weeks order. she thought and parked her car on the side of the road. Getting out of the car she noticed a figure in the door, from the back she didn’t recognize them someone new in town? A few people 'new' from the looks of it. she thought to herself as she exited the car. Walking up to the group, she remained quiet for a moment looking to The Butcher, she mused a politeful "Excuse me" to the crowd of people.

"I don't suppose it's a bad time to pick up my weekly order Mr. Metzger?"

((OOC: God that too too long, can't think have to play Skyrim.))

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Character Portrait: Lifaria Deroove Character Portrait: Kris Metzger Character Portrait: Adam Wicker Character Portrait: Dominic Rhodes Character Portrait: Euphemia Magdalena Character Portrait: Bridgette O'Leary
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Kris Metzger

Kris grinned, removing his cigar with his right hand and looking at Adam. "Yeah, these'd be my golems. I based 'em off an old family design, with a few modifications here 'n there, of course. Old world design called for mud and all that, but I figured I might as well work with something a bit cleaner if they're gonna be inside the shop instead of outside. Name's Kris, by the by. This little guy here," Kris said, gesturing towards the golem on his lap who had it's head tilted in curiosity at Adam. "This is Sweepy. First one I made when I got to Bluffington. He's about a year or two old now." Sweepy nodded, clicking excitedly and staring at Adam with his empty eye sockets.

As Euphemia approached the group, Kris glanced towards her, laying his cigar gently into the ash tray. "Not at all, Ms. Magdalena! If you'd give me a moment or two to get my apron back on and wash up, I'll have it out in a bit. And please, just call me Kris. Mr. Metzger was my father." Kris replied, lifting Sweepy off of his lap and putting him on the ground, earning an irritated croak for doing so. Standing up quickly so the golem wouldn't get a chance to climb back up, Kris nodded curtly to the group and gestured inside with one thumb. "If y'all would be so kind as to excuse me for a minute or two, I've got some business to attend to. Shouldn't take me too long. Now, Ms. Magdalena, your order is for the half pound of beef and pork, correct?" Kris spoke in a rapid patter, walking towards the door of his shop as the golems inside scurried behind the counter, waiting for orders.

Outside, Sweepy grabbed the cigar Kris had left in the ashtray, holding it in one paw as he climbed back onto the seat. Leaning back in a strange parody of Kris, Sweepy let out a quiet croak and wedged the cigar under his upper jaw, resuming his observation of Adam. Inside, Kris began pointing at various golems and giving one word commands, sending them rushing around the store in search of various knives and other items. "You know, I was wondering when you'd be by to pick up your order, ma'am. I've had barely any customers today, it seems like. I'd blame my little critters runnin' around the store as putting people off meat, but I don't think that'd be the case in this town." Kris said over his shoulder as he tied his apron around his waist and washed his hands.

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Character Portrait: Dominic Rhodes Character Portrait: Bridgette O'Leary Character Portrait: Agrippina "Fox" Johansen Character Portrait: Character Portrait: Character Portrait:
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Thanos watched as the the small group of citizens got smaller as some of them went inside Kris' butcher shop. Thanos tended to eat a lot of steak and he got most if not all of his meat from Kris. Pretty soon it was just Him, Bridgette and Fox......He watched as fox grabbed he over stuffed bag and stumbled right into from the weight. he caught her before she fell. As she looked up at him he looked into her eyes. Yep he definitely knew her from somewhere. He smiled back to her. She certainly was beautiful....... He then heard her ask about a place to stay and a job. "Uh well my names Dominic......I mean Rhodes...I mean Thanos." He was never this nervous around women why was he getting nervous now?

He cleared his throat. "I can show you around miss Fox if you'd like." He said with a weak smile. He looked over at Bridgette and then at the crowd inside of the Butcher shop. He absolutely had to find out who she was now. He knew they had a connection he just need to know why... He looked back at Bridgette "Miss Bridgette would you like to come along." his was his attempt at grounding himself and making himself more comfortable.

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Character Portrait: Lifaria Deroove Character Portrait: Kris Metzger Character Portrait: Adam Wicker Character Portrait: Dominic Rhodes Character Portrait: Euphemia Magdalena Character Portrait: Bridgette O'Leary
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Kris silently raised one eyebrow at the pair of Adam and Euphemia, glancing bemusedly between the two. "I suppose there's something between these two that I'm not exactly privy to. Probably best to keep their private business private." He thought, glancing down at his feet and counting the golems. "One, two, yadda yadda, nine. Nine of the boys. Who's missing?" Kris continued thinking, moving towards the back of the display containing the beef. Reaching in distractedly, Kris looked up at Lifaria with a slightly puzzled expression. "Unfortunately, I'm not too fatherly. One of the golems ain't in here and I cannot for the life of me figure out who it is. It seems like they're all here, sure, but there's just one in particular that ran off somewhere." Kris replied, gesturing with his free hand towards the various golems trying to hand him things.

He grabbed at the butcher paper Little man held in his paws, managing to knock it to the floor and irritate the golem, who picked it up and firmly placed it back into Kris's hands with a croak. Kris nodded silently and stood up, spreading the paper across the scale on the counter and laying meat on top of it, measuring out the appropriate amount. "Alright, so this is the beef, Ms. Magdalena. If you'll give me a second to tie it up I'll get the pork ready to go and you can go on about your day. And to answer your earlier comment; unfortunately, in spite of their enthusiasm, the boys don't quite have the reach to get every spot when they clean. I usually end up cleaning up after the end of the day anyway, but it keeps them busy to give things a once over. Now, where'd that twine end up?" Kris said, waving distractedly at Adam as he left and looking between the golems holding their items aloft and fidgeting.

Outside, Sweepy watched Fox and the rest who chose to stay outside quietly, though with slightly more trepidation than might be warranted in Fox's case. The cigar, extinguished and now bent and slightly chewed looking, stayed wedged under his upper jaw, wiggling slightly as he looked around. Becoming apparently somewhat bored with the situation at hand, with people coming and going and carrying on conversations that didn't praise him or tell him what to do, Sweepy grabbed the cigar with one paw and gently dropped it in the ashtray before launching himself off the seat, waddling with intent towards the book store or someplace similar, where people who would inevitably tell him to do something would be.

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Character Portrait: Kris Metzger Character Portrait: Dominic Rhodes Character Portrait: Vee Character Portrait: Bridgette O'Leary Character Portrait: Agrippina "Fox" Johansen Character Portrait: Korbin Blake
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Korbin

Being watched was never comfortable, even after all these years. The problem with it is that the feeling never changed, you just became more aware. Even though he had become aware he couldn't help but fidget around. Grabbing his pocket watch he kept opening it and closing it to the same picture and the same time, the chain was long enough to keep looking at it without the need of fully taking it off each time. He let it go and let it lightly bounce off his chest and allowing his hand to follow the chain to his neck, scratching his stubbled jaw and slightly turning his head. Nothing. he noted looking at the other customers. “Vee, hold the spot.” he said nudging her out of her hiding spot.

“Why?” she mumbled.

Ignoring her, he turned and looked out of the window observing the goings on. People were gathered across the street but none of them were facing this way so it couldn't be them and as he stepped closer to the window he finally noticed a figure behind the window arrangements. What the? he mumbled heading for the door, opening it revealed a small creature to say the least. “Well look at you,” he said crouching to the ground letting the door shut behind him. “you are quite the sight.”