shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Whoa, these are big!

 

-pets her shoulder, though not the wing.- Good.

 

(Oneira whistles, and one of her huskies snoops out from behind the bar counter. She then pockets the pocketwatch.)
Much obliged. What can I get ye on this here fine evening?

(Oneira makes no mention of asking F8 for payment.)
Another drink?

 

Great, my voodoo doll will get totes more efficient.

 

vwoodoo isnt real.

 

(Mangan traipses over to Terrence and sniffspects him.)

 

Then gimme your teeth!

 

*He tosses some rather grimy shark fangs in her direction.*

 

...offer: two kapro fangs for six Alternian seatroll fangs? [From somewhere she produces a matched pair of weathered but clean canines; each is nearly two feet long, the bases sanded mostly smooth.]

 

-She cleans them with a thought.-

...wait, do you have rows of teeth? Can I see your mouth?

 

Brush Your Teeth Better Your Filthy Fishstick

 

im not trading teeth.

no.

bite me.

 

-he opens his mouth so she can see his, head tilted back so the hollow behind them is visible, matching the ones in her hand; they're pretty much bone straws. Pointy, stabby, bone straws- Neat, huh?

Whatever it was you made last time that was fukken amazin'.

-pats the dog and Does Not freak out. This one probably doesn't transform into a sadist.-

 

Id Rather Not Catch Any Of The Disfiguring Diseases You Must Have.

 

Or twelve, yes, thank you.

 

Fair. [Back into her subspace the fangs go.]

 

I'll trade ya!

 

surprise, theyre all airborne.

 

Proposed rate?

 

The 3 teeth I got from him for one of those nice big ones.