Spinycemb's Links
"I'm not too fussed no matter what kind of garbage he grafts onto his body for a power boost. But the main reasons ol' Swan doesn't bother me? One; I drove a bargain hard enough to cow him into keeping that pointy chin out of my business. Two; if he tries anything, I know exactly where his phylactery is."
"Stubborn gal. Can't even remotely grasp why she's so - pardon the expression - dead-set on playin' nice with her stock. She's runnin' the perfect racket and ain't even doin it right!"
"A hired hand to deal with particular targets. I trust her about as far as I throw her, and given her size that isn't as far as I'd like. But as her loyalty is to coin, I doubt she'll be an issue."
"As long as I get a cut, he's off my list."
"He would call me a business partner. I call him a lieutenant, so long as he maintains his side of our arrangement."
"An ambitious fella, I'll give him that. Not many people are willing t' screw with the fae court, and only he can claim that he's done it without disappearing the next day. As long as he keeps our dealings covert, I'm fine with it.
That guy has some issues, and while unfortunately none of them relate to physical ability, he's a bit easier to predict than most. He's strong, he's fast. but he's too angry to think right usually.
One of those glorified traffic cones people keep buying for security. Smarter than the rest, but that ain't gonna save it from getting beaten into a crumpled soda can like all the rest.
Pretty sure Skull got the name because he's so thick-headed. Feels like I see him every other day when it's like... man just get some fuckin' paint thinner! I ain't responsible for you not knowing how to clean your damn walls!
What does that little punk think she's doing tagging MY turf?! When I get my hands on her she's gonna wish I just blew her head open.
The reaper considers me a friend? I don't know if I should be thankful or cautious.
[Paaz's feelings about Vilonde are conflicted; Feeling a sense of familiarity within her leaves them wistful, but they want to become her friend independent of that.]
The... The Goddess seeks council with me? I'm n-.... not sure why She would ask it, but i-i.... i trust Her judgement.
Chosen... Frightened... Saddened...
The Sculptor of All Dragons. May Her gaze provide us with the knowledge we need to persevere eternal.
Primarch... Dutiful... Proud...
Lady Bones is a weird one, but I can't argue. She pays nicely and makes sure i get there safely. I'm not entirely sure how, but it's still appreciated! She even checks in after I report that the parcel's been delivered. Only a couple other folks i've met tend to do that.
Colt's a dedicated mail carrier. One of the only folks who will accept my commissions in fact, so I do my best to make sure they're well-off for taking them. It can be a bit risky when people are so dedicated to shooting the messenger, but once they see my emblem on the parcel they know to stay back. If not, then the shadow clinging to Colt's heels tends to sort things out.
Never has there been a more darling man than Jeod. I can say that with absolute confidence. He's thoughtful, funny and handsome and I can hardly stop thinking of him...
Giyan... if there were ever a person in the world I would give up anything for, it would be him. He's like an angel sent by the divines themselves.
...He wasn't always quite so reserved. Something the first bastard he dated did before they parted ways stuck with him. That horrid man will be lucky if the Jailer himself crosses his path before I do.
My sibling is a strong-willed and dutiful warrior... but they worry too much about me. One relationship going sour is hardly a reason to be so uptight.
A man who mends armor is to marry a man who mends bodies. It truly is a match made in paradise by the sound of it. But my brother has had his heart broken before. I will keep a VERY close eye on this one.
I-... To be the brother-in-law to such a noble fighter is a great honor! I just hope i've made a good impression with them.
PYROL; OUR WEAPON
ITS IGNORANCE; OUR STRENGTH
ITS FEROCITY; OUR VOICE
PERFECTION; ACHIEVED
master. tells what to kill. kill it. fun.
I welcome you, little one. Have you come to offer tribute? Or do I feel the rumblings of something else in your heart... One that requires personal audience?