Post by Bergamot Gristleborg on Nov 9, 2023 18:01:37 GMT 9
It was a typical day in Briarbane Settlement. A tumbleweed rolled past her feet, tangling itself in a barbed-wire fence. Patrats watched her with their red eyes from the alleys like luminous onions. Purrloin poked its head out of a refuse pile, licking its lips as she passed.
Morgana ignored all of them- she was focused on the pair of strangers who stood beneath a flickering gas lamp, making an exchange. Their cabbie hats were pulled over their eyes, their hands hidden deep in the pockets of their overcoats.
"Do my eyes deceive me, or are we trading something we shouldn't be?" Morgana asked airily as she approached. The two men looked up. One of them spat.
"Yeah, that scientist lady's paying top kibble for goop from Mistra. Why, you been there?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," Bergamot said, though she'd often wondered what would happen if she defied the good Professor Ash and strayed into the Corruption Zone past the northern border. "I do have something you might be interested in, however."
Her eyes gleamed. She held out a... well, it was a small glass jar with holes poked in the lid. Like something a child would keep their caterpillars in.
But this was no caterpillar. This was a Keggling.
"Sss," the small, half-feline, half-arachnid creature hissed from inside, paws against the glass. Its star-tipped tail arched over its back like a scorpion, mandibles clicking.
The corruption dealers withdrew to mutter uncertainly to one another. "Looks fucked up," one of them said, "Sure. I'll take it off your hands. One pound of kibble, take it or leave it."
"Wait, you were serious about the kibble thing?" Bergamot scowled as both shady characters removed their hats, revealing cat ears. "Oh. Catboys. Never mind, deal's off." She put the Keggling back in her inventory, spun on her heel, and left.
Twenty minutes later, the shady catboys were still following her.
"Stop following me, shady catboys," Bergamot told them, though she secretly liked having her own entourage. "I'm not going to feed you."
"You're messing with the wrong crowd, little girl," one of them growled. "Hand over the goods."
"Never!" Bergamot declared. "It's already spoken for!"
"Then why did you try to sell it to us," the NPC snapped, still at a distance. "It's shitty to walk out on a deal halfway through. You're a shitty person."
"I'm not shitty, I am merely EVIL," Morgana said airily, pivoting on one foot. "Ohohohohoh! Anyway, bye."
Morgana ignored all of them- she was focused on the pair of strangers who stood beneath a flickering gas lamp, making an exchange. Their cabbie hats were pulled over their eyes, their hands hidden deep in the pockets of their overcoats.
"Do my eyes deceive me, or are we trading something we shouldn't be?" Morgana asked airily as she approached. The two men looked up. One of them spat.
"Yeah, that scientist lady's paying top kibble for goop from Mistra. Why, you been there?"
"Wouldn't dream of it," Bergamot said, though she'd often wondered what would happen if she defied the good Professor Ash and strayed into the Corruption Zone past the northern border. "I do have something you might be interested in, however."
Her eyes gleamed. She held out a... well, it was a small glass jar with holes poked in the lid. Like something a child would keep their caterpillars in.
But this was no caterpillar. This was a Keggling.
"Sss," the small, half-feline, half-arachnid creature hissed from inside, paws against the glass. Its star-tipped tail arched over its back like a scorpion, mandibles clicking.
The corruption dealers withdrew to mutter uncertainly to one another. "Looks fucked up," one of them said, "Sure. I'll take it off your hands. One pound of kibble, take it or leave it."
"Wait, you were serious about the kibble thing?" Bergamot scowled as both shady characters removed their hats, revealing cat ears. "Oh. Catboys. Never mind, deal's off." She put the Keggling back in her inventory, spun on her heel, and left.
Twenty minutes later, the shady catboys were still following her.
"Stop following me, shady catboys," Bergamot told them, though she secretly liked having her own entourage. "I'm not going to feed you."
"You're messing with the wrong crowd, little girl," one of them growled. "Hand over the goods."
"Never!" Bergamot declared. "It's already spoken for!"
"Then why did you try to sell it to us," the NPC snapped, still at a distance. "It's shitty to walk out on a deal halfway through. You're a shitty person."
"I'm not shitty, I am merely EVIL," Morgana said airily, pivoting on one foot. "Ohohohohoh! Anyway, bye."
