07 . march/april catchall

[necrolord]

Who: necrolord and friends.
What: God's life grows more complicated.
When: Late March into April; follows Bone House mingle and Sleepy Town log
Where: Catacombs, Bone House, etc.

Content Warnings: Marked as needed. Note all the usual warnings of this character.

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[hijinxer]

[ jinx stays quiet during the brief interaction between the two older men. seems like they've got some kind of history both with each other and trench as a whole, leaving her to be -- what, the unofficial baby of their ragtag group?

ugh, that's frustrating. her eyes linger a bit longer on maul, unable to place if that's a really badass face tattoo or something else. in the end, she supposes it doesn't matter. should probably get the grandpas moving before something else happens. ]

If this is Trash King's doing, I'm not givin' him points for anything.

[ listen, she had a fun experience before at his summer house and ain't about to go respecting his name. ]

So you two geezers know each other -- but care to clue me in? [ because otherwise she'll start inventing nicknames and nobody wants that... ] I'm Jinx.

[necrolord]

[ His friend from the fighting pit gives him an irritable once-over, and John only tips his head in friendly acknowledgment. ]

Only in passing. [ This is an inherently funny thing to claim about a guy who tried to cut you to pieces at the whim of the gods. ] Good to meet you, Jinx. I'd guess you're newer to town? I can't claim two years, but this isn't quite my first rodeo. It may be a bit of a hassle, but so long as we keep together, I trust we'll emerge no worse for wear— not much, anyway.

[ He does not actually give his name. ]

[survivalthroughhate]

[Geezer?! Him?! How dare, Jinx!!! .....Nevermind he probably is old enough to be her father at this point in his life. Not that he can mentally even think of things in terms like that. That's what happened when one spent almost all of their twenties and a majority of their thirties on a giant dumpster planet.

He gives the Emperor a short nod. He hasn't seen the intriguing man since their fight in the arena but he's at least willing to play nice with him right now so they can all get through this.]

My name is Darth Maul.

[The way he gives his name out doesn't make it clear if that's a first and last name or a title and then first name given.]

[hijinxer]

[ ...huh. guess it's true what they say about appearances being deceiving. jinx kinda figured that between the two geezers, the chattier one would be the one agreeably providing a name while grumpyface over there gets all huffy about introductions. ]

Baaaaasically. I've head of being out of the pan and in the fire, but not out of the ocean and into a spooky goat skull. [ all said while she continues to casually brush the clumps of earth still caught in her hair. ] But I guess that's Trench for ya, heh.

[ she eyes the bags of supplies that've been conveniently provided for them. ]

So. [ she claps her hands together. ] We just grab this stuff, walk into an obvious trap and try not to die? That the plan, DM? Frank?

[ frank. it's only funny because he's not. ]

[necrolord]

[ He cracks a smile at Frank. The collection of shockingly bold teenagers grows, apparently. ]

That does seem to be the plan. [ He steps forward to shoulder one of the packs, and turns to their spooky goat's-mouth threshold without a speck of hesitation. ] Shall we?

[ He'll correct introductions when it's funniest, or most direly necessary. He has been down here once before, after all: he knows which ghosts wait for him in the dark. ]

[survivalthroughhate]

You two can go first.

[Maul says, peering through one of the packs as they start to move. He's not sure what's in store for them but whatever it is, he'd prefer not to be the first to experience it.]