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Chilx

Call him Daddy Long Legs

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Patcharoo, as played by ColeMaibara

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Chilx's Story

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An awkward looking individual sporting a mask wrapped around the lower half of his mouth entered the bar. He was also fairly tall and lanky, with spiky black hair. An uncertain glance was passed around the room as he readjusted his grip on his sword which was tucked under his armpit, yet not cutting him. Then he went for the bar, waving down a bartender so he could catch a drink.

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Chilx barely took notice of the woman out the front, more focussed on his own goals of acquiring a sake casually to sip on. His sword was rested on the counter, a narrow sword with a dulled edge for no real reason. He didn't speak, merely pointed with his order. He probably just didn't have much to say.

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/msg Vincent_the_Dark_God Sounds fine with me.

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There was the sound of light-footed walking down the hall as a lanky individual approached, blunt sword tucked under his right arm. He paused, leaning forward to stare through the darkness. He could hear noises. Were there others? He hadn't expected that. He followed the sound, which brought his path from the way out deeper into the dungeon. He didn't announce his approach as he entered the antechamber, just stared at the man freeing the woman, cocking his head in confusion.

Then the clicking noise went off and his sword lashed out in front of him, just in case he needed to deflect any that missed the Guru.

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Oh hell. The man ducked, which left him in the firing line. A rapid swing of his sword knocked away one or two of the knives and he was forced to sidestep, or get hit. Then Guru was coming. Oh hell no. He cleared right out of the way, but rather than just let them go, he simply broke into a steady trot behind the two, his long legs allowing him to keep up with relative ease.

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Chilx went face first into the feet, stumbling backwards and holding his face. "Ow," came a muffled voice, then something that sounded an awful lot like, "What did you do that?" Unfortunately, behind his mask it seemed to be a little bit harder to speak. From the kick straight to the head he seemed pretty okay, just a bit dazed and, well, annoyed.

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The man gestured with his left hand, which looked like something out a horror movie with the claws on it, and said something too muffled to hear. But his stance was all off to be aggressive. If he was chasing them, he didn't really seem to care if he caught them. If anything, he just seemed sort of... neutral about it. He said something else which sounded like, "Are --- taking her -- ------?" He gestured with his blunt sword past the two of them, then looked down at the goo on the foor.

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Confused, the man muttered what was probably apologies, then gestured towards the exit, probably a suggestion they should go that way. He then stepped over the goo with his long legs (carefully) and went for the exit himself.

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Into Gambit's walked a tall and lanky individual, dressed oddly. Most of his height seemed to come from his particularly long legs. Hell, that was why he was nicknamed 'Daddy Long Legs'. Tucked under his right armpit was a blunt sword and strapped to his left arm was a set of nasty looking claws, but he didn't seem particularly threatening. In fact, his eyes looked sorta bored. He took his long legs (and the rest of him) towards the counter, and took a seat on a barstool, which his feet could reach the ground from.

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Still lingering at the bar counter, the unnaturally long-legged individual tried to explain to the bartender what he wanted to eat. Unfortunately, due to his mask, all it came out as was, "Mph Mmph mm." The bartender stared, unimpressed.

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Head tilting, the man looked down at the kid. He waved a hand casually and said something that was probably meant to be reassuring or... social. But instead all that came out was, "Mph mm mp," muffled by the piece of cloth over his mouth. And with that said, he took a seat at the bar. Even on a high barstool his feet reached the floor.

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Casually wandering into the bar and immediately towering over every other person who wasn't taller than seven feet tall. Not that he was particularly fond of this, or intimidating. He was lanky has heck, barely a twig of a man. Well, it was why they called him 'Daddy Long Legs'. A piece of cloth was over his mouth, hiding it from view. This also had the awkward double effect of muffling everything he tried to say. Notably, a thin blunt sword was tucked under his right arm.

He took up position as calmly as he could next to a sign that boasted,
Hiring now, Assassins, Kidnappers, Saboteurs.
He was obviously meant to be the recruiter.

Overhead, his boss lazily, and angrily, watched on, lingering in the rafters, hating at life, being a cat.

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Chilx cocked his head at Markuss, then answered something very casual which just came out as, "Mmrmph, mrm mm mph nrm." He even gestured with his free hand, which had a big claw strapped to it, but it wasn't a threatening gesture. It was almost as if he was trying to reason with the man. He then followed him over to his table and gestured to one of the seats. "Mrn r mrm mrn?"

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Chilx shrugged, resting his claws on the top of the table and placing his sword also on it. "Mrm hrmph." He understood. He began gesturing and 'speaking' somewhat avidly, but what he was trying to describe was impossible to understand. He was probably talking about his work. Or recruiting. Or not recruiting.

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Chilx cocked his head, confused. He reached up for the mask and pulled it down to reveal a rather... Creepy sight. He had no mouth. His jaw was just a flat smooth surface, devoid of mouth or facial hair or nose. "Mrm mph mm?"

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Chillx took the pen awkwardly in his right hand and began to draw very plain writing like a child would, straight lines dragging down, then a curved line to form a P. It took nearly a minute for him to write, "
Pleased to meet you.
"

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Chilx paid attention, eyes on Markuss as if he needed to listen closely of miss everything. He probably didn't have ears, either. Once Markuss was done speaking he set down to writing once more, slowly but surely writing, in terribly straight lines, 'CHILX'. Noticeably, he wasn't holding the pencil like a normal person would between their thumb and forefinger. Instead he seemed to be uncertain on how to use it.

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Chilx set down the pencil and gestured to himself, then with a suddenness he stood and slashed his claw at the air, followed by taking up his sword and lashing out once and twice. "Mm mph hrm mmm mr," he said with a shrug, tucking the sword back under his arm and taking a seat.

"Oh my god, I can't take it anymore," complained a high pitched voice from overhead. It was the catgirl dressed in similar assassin pyjamas to Chilx. "How can you stand it when he talks like that?" From the sound of her voice, it seemed like Markuss had wronged her for not hating Chilx.

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How many assassins could he know? Regardless, Chilx ducked behind the bar counter to get some bandages from the first aid kit then offered it out to the man. Obviously he was only using his right hand, because his left hand still had the claw strapped to it. He 'mrmd' some apologies and his tone sounded sincere. Probably. It was hard to tell with him.

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Chilx flicked his hand in a casual 'Pfft' gesture towards the rafters. He didn't take it to heart. He then shook his head. "Mrm mm mrph." Naturally, being an assassin was a lifetime commitment. And not oftenly by choice. But, like all people, Chilx inevitably had to leave, waving with his claws and heading for the door.

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Stepstestep-stumble-fall.

Daddy Long Legs spilled into the bar, his seven foot frame slapping onto the floor as his long arm reached out to catch him, or... well, one arm. His hand, the left one, had a large claw strapped to it. It was an intimidating weapon, for sure, but a real inconvenience. From his right hand a blunt thin sword clattered to the floor. Dangit!

His head raised an suddenly he realised there was a mix of violence, action and... Conversations going on. Still on one hand he simply stared for several moments.

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Chilx quietly served Mammon another whiskey, but his attention was clearly on Bo.

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The abnormally tall bartender nodded in response to Vayl, turning to silently arrange vodka on the rocks, then slip it onto the counter before her. He gave a subtle thumbs up before he went back to idly waiting to serve.

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The spindly man who went by the alias 'Daddy Long Legs' sat crosslegged on a barstool behind the the counter, making his already tall height seem even bigger. He had a name, though, and that name was Chilx. Sharp eyes stared on from his seat as he rested his hands on his nees.

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There was a small clicking of clasps as Chilx shifted to acknowledge the presence of Rayvian's entrance. The claws on his hand shifted ever so slightly and his lengthy legs unfolded to their full monstrous height as he stood. Sitting on the barstool apparently did very little for him as it ended below his waist height as it was.

He slowly strode around the bar, like a great giraffe of some kind as he wandered towards the mans table and promptly spoke; "uud oo mii ah mmk," words muffled by his mask.