jhoijhoi wrote:
Then she patted the empty seat beside her, the corners of her mouth tilted upwards in a smirk. Would the warrior come to her?
Banana stepped out of the tavern and grabbed his phone. "Charles, a guest might be attending the cremation. Make sure that the guest would feel welcome. The man coming by is a detective, he might help us find out what happened to Bruise and the purple yellow satchel. Oh, and activate protocol 738. Make sure that he doesn't find out what we are doing in the basement."
"As you wish ser"
Banana hung up and walked to the sigarette machine standing outside. Hmmm... Philipp Boris? Naaa. Huff and puff? No not my jam. Time? That sounds interesting. Banana entered a coin and got himself a time. Banana read the package "with peanutbutterjelly flavour". Banana opened the package and started to eat the sigarettes. Then he realised that someone was looking at him from the shadows. "DONT JUDGE ME, THIS IS HOW BANANAS SMOKE"
The man came closer, it was the guy in the purple shirt, but this time also wearing a mask. "Are you.."
"Yes I am" The man responded while taking the purple yellow satchel out of his pocket.
"You ****ing bastard" Banana charged upon the purple shirted man ready to give a punch when the purple shirted man pushed Banana back without even touching him. Banana fell down on the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO" Banana screamed.
"People like me have ways of getting what they want" the man said while approaching Banana, "and I want to make sure that you never produce treasure like this ever again." He continued while pointing at the satchel. The purple shirted man hands started to flame when someone from the tavern came outside as well. The purple shirted man suddenly disappeared into dust. Is he real? Banana wondered to himself, or is he just a hallucination. The guy that just left the tavern was looking at the Banana like he was a crazy person. "You okay?" The person asked.
"Yeah yeah... I am fine" Banana stood up pretending like nothing happened.
Banana went back into the tavern and figured it would be wise if he didn't travel to his home alone, whether the purple shirted man was real or not. Purple shirted man was maybe a bit too long of a name to refer to this person, Banana thought by himself. From now on you are called ******* mister purple shirt, that seems like an appropriate title. Banana walked towards electro and asked "Would you like to travel towards the cremation together, detective?"
"As you wish ser"
Banana hung up and walked to the sigarette machine standing outside. Hmmm... Philipp Boris? Naaa. Huff and puff? No not my jam. Time? That sounds interesting. Banana entered a coin and got himself a time. Banana read the package "with peanutbutterjelly flavour". Banana opened the package and started to eat the sigarettes. Then he realised that someone was looking at him from the shadows. "DONT JUDGE ME, THIS IS HOW BANANAS SMOKE"
The man came closer, it was the guy in the purple shirt, but this time also wearing a mask. "Are you.."
"Yes I am" The man responded while taking the purple yellow satchel out of his pocket.
"You ****ing bastard" Banana charged upon the purple shirted man ready to give a punch when the purple shirted man pushed Banana back without even touching him. Banana fell down on the ground.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO" Banana screamed.
"People like me have ways of getting what they want" the man said while approaching Banana, "and I want to make sure that you never produce treasure like this ever again." He continued while pointing at the satchel. The purple shirted man hands started to flame when someone from the tavern came outside as well. The purple shirted man suddenly disappeared into dust. Is he real? Banana wondered to himself, or is he just a hallucination. The guy that just left the tavern was looking at the Banana like he was a crazy person. "You okay?" The person asked.
"Yeah yeah... I am fine" Banana stood up pretending like nothing happened.
Banana went back into the tavern and figured it would be wise if he didn't travel to his home alone, whether the purple shirted man was real or not. Purple shirted man was maybe a bit too long of a name to refer to this person, Banana thought by himself. From now on you are called ******* mister purple shirt, that seems like an appropriate title. Banana walked towards electro and asked "Would you like to travel towards the cremation together, detective?"
Change is gooooood
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so as the teenage was trying to clean up his jeans and other guys brawling, abdollah asked the cowgirl again : I need some information. but he saw the bartenders eyes snooping around the conversation and he just stood up and left. but beside his drink was a note : leave this cursed tavern before 12:00 am
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