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[lupusxylem]

[For as long as he's been here- which has only been a month so far- Wolfwood has pointedly avoided letting his thoughts drift into the wider stream of consciousness at large, as much as that is possible anyway. He hates...utterly loathes the idea of someone being able to hear what he's thinking, but he's started to get desperate. He couldn't find anything suitable to protect himself with last month in the long term, and with his living situation still fluid and not knowing what might be coming around the corner, it's not a good feeling to be vulnerable. He has his claws and wings, sure, but what good are they when he doesn't really know how to use them? He's a sharp-shooter, not a fist-fighter.

So...begrudgingly. Reluctantly, in a way that will be felt, you'll hear him speaking:]

I need a gun. Or something like one, but preferably an actual gun. Is there anyone in this godforsaken place who can hook me up?

Will work for cigarettes, also.

Comments

[sorte]

I have cigarettes and a gun for you, but it has no bullets. Some of us can make bullets, though.

[ like real bullets rather than elemental substitutes. ]

[lupusxylem]

[Oh hey, that's a voice he recognizes...]

I can make it work. What kinda gun?

[The cigarettes themselves do not matter. He will smoke literally anything at this point, and he imagines it'll taste better than the garbage back home anyway.]

[sorte]

[ hello there, he recognizes your voice, too. ]

Pistol. I think it's a standard issue sidearm for the law enforcement that was here.

[ he has several different brands of cigarettes so Wolfwood can just pick the one with packaging he likes the most. ]

[trashblaze]

[ Well, it seems the gun is covered, so— ]

I can craft bullets for you!

[lupusxylem]

[Listen he will NOT say no to multiple guns. You never know what might happen!]

Good deal. What do you want for 'em, and how much can you make?

[trashblaze]

[ That's true!! In a place like this, having multiple is great!! ]

As long as I have the materials, I'll be able to craft a good amount. It takes some time though, so I'll need a full day after receiving the materials.

I've recently started practicing imbuing elements into the items I craft as well, so I might be able to create something interesting with rarer materials.

[eidxiety]

Cigarettes are bad for your lungs, Mr. Priest.

[inverseye]

Who invited the fun police?

[lupusxylem]

My thoughts exactly.

[lupusxylem]

This is a request, not an ask for opinions.

[eidxiety]

You're going to smoke in my clinic and make me sad, Mr. Priest... this is a perfect opportunity to break your addiction and find a real hobby. Like sewing.

[markingnight]

Wolfwood. I didn't expect to find you here.

[ He sympathized, buddy. Ironeye wasn't 100% sold on the Murmur, either. Since the others had covered his questions, he'd just angle to see if the man was doing all right. ]

[lupusxylem]

Didn't expect to BE here but, well, here I am. Turns out it ain't that common to just find a gun laying around in this place, so I figured I'd need some extra help.

[merged]

Not the first person to be hunting for cigarettes. You as picky as the last man I spoke to?

[lupusxylem]

I ain't picky at all. The cigarettes I smoke back home are made from worms, so.

Does that answer your question?

[sculptedash]

Oh man. We've got a badass here.

...I'm pretty sure I've seen a few stores around that dealt in guns specifically.

I also saw a pretty badass crossbow in a sports store.

[lupusxylem]

Dunno if you're bein' sarcastic but yeah, I am a badass.

[And this is why Wolfwood hasn't been let loose onto the Murmur until now-]

There's STORES that SELL guns?? You've got to be kidding me. All I've found is junk on the ground so far.

Not that I got the money to buy anything, but.

[regulate]

I did find a pack of cigarettes tucked away on one of the library shelves, though I am afraid I cannot help you with a gun. If you do decide to smoke, please be sure to do so outdoors where the wind can carry the stench away.

[lupusxylem]

Why does everybody assume I'm just gonna smoke inside...

So you just found some randomly in a library? That sounds like somebody hid 'em there.

[hallowedly]

The cigarettes are all wrong here.

[lupusxylem]

...explain.

sorry, checked the date on the post: Not a normal Harry for you!

[tequila_sunset]

Harry stirs, his ears perk up at a familiar voice, with a familiar request.

His response is more than just a voice in return, there’s a strong background hum of sensations. Hunger, most prominently, most intensely- but also a sense of curiosity. Leaning against a brick wall. Panting? A tongue lolling over pointed teeth.

“My name is Harry…I think we met in the Dream. I was wearing a dog muzzle.”

no worries!! Yay Harry :)

[lupusxylem]

[Oh, interesting. He's can't quite articulate how being able to get sort of...images through this connection makes him feel. He didn't like it to begin with, though, so that little aspect is just an extra bonus.]

Harry. Yeah, I remember you.

So you able to hook me up?

[untilldeath]

[He still doesn't know how to help with the whole gun thing. But-]

You're still that eager to kill your lungs and throat, huh.

[lupusxylem]

Ain't like I got anythin' better to do, right?

[I mean you could also just

NOT do that.]