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[local-pickpocket]

*Additional question, where did Pick go?*

[ Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. ]

[ The ticking resounds throughout the area. Like clockwork. ]

[ What is that? ]

( @pale-gear-mage )

W-what's that noise-

What's going on-

*they scan the environment with their eyes*

What the-

[local-pickpocket]

( nah, the one with Haniel and Gear )

*Samael feels his presence before she sees him. Like a sniper’s scope burning a hole into the back of her head.*

*When she turns to look, She sees a seven foot tall elf standing next to her. His face is concealed in an unnatural shadow, eyes glinting cyan as they stare from beneath his cowboy hat. Twin revolvers are sheathed at his sides.*

Hello. I believe your elevator is broken.

( @local-gunman )

... im not the one in charge of that.

*ooh, person!*

[local-pickpocket]

Y-yeah. Just startled.

( Shift to other line )

*Samael feels his presence before she sees him. Like a sniper’s scope burning a hole into the back of her head.*

*When she turns to look, She sees a seven foot tall elf standing next to her. His face is concealed in an unnatural shadow, eyes glinting cyan as they stare from beneath his cowboy hat. Twin revolvers are sheathed at his sides.*

Hello. I believe your elevator is broken.

( @local-gunman )

... im not the one in charge of that.

*ooh, person!*

[local-pickpocket]

*He sets up. Waiting to ambush.*

*a slime girl is wandering through the city with a familiar hockey puck perched on her shoulder*

*Pick spots them from an alleyway as they pass. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he quietly follows.*

[local-pickpocket]

Sorry, we’ll talk later. Business first.

*a slime girl is wandering through the city with a familiar hockey puck perched on her shoulder*

*Pick spots them from an alleyway as they pass. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he quietly follows.*

[local-pickpocket]

*Pick flinches hard enough to knock over the entire board.*

*Samael feels his presence before she sees him. Like a sniper’s scope burning a hole into the back of her head.*

*When she turns to look, She sees a seven foot tall elf standing next to her. His face is concealed in an unnatural shadow, eyes glinting cyan as they stare from beneath his cowboy hat. Twin revolvers are sheathed at his sides.*

Hello. I believe your elevator is broken.

( @local-gunman )

... im not the one in charge of that.

*ooh, person!*

[local-pickpocket]

*Despite an obvious play to crown a piece, Pick instead sets up to attack again.*

*Samael feels his presence before she sees him. Like a sniper’s scope burning a hole into the back of her head.*

*When she turns to look, She sees a seven foot tall elf standing next to her. His face is concealed in an unnatural shadow, eyes glinting cyan as they stare from beneath his cowboy hat. Twin revolvers are sheathed at his sides.*

Hello. I believe your elevator is broken.

( @local-gunman )

... im not the one in charge of that.

*ooh, person!*

[local-pickpocket]

*While he slips in as well. He has a target.*

*a slime girl is wandering through the city with a familiar hockey puck perched on her shoulder*

*Pick spots them from an alleyway as they pass. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he quietly follows.*

[local-pickpocket]

*He nods. He moves the window open silently.*

*a slime girl is wandering through the city with a familiar hockey puck perched on her shoulder*

*Pick spots them from an alleyway as they pass. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he quietly follows.*

[local-pickpocket]

*Pick captures six of Raphael's pieces in a single turn. With a smug smirk, he drags the pieces over to his side of the board, placing them off to the side.*

*Samael feels his presence before she sees him. Like a sniper’s scope burning a hole into the back of her head.*

*When she turns to look, She sees a seven foot tall elf standing next to her. His face is concealed in an unnatural shadow, eyes glinting cyan as they stare from beneath his cowboy hat. Twin revolvers are sheathed at his sides.*

Hello. I believe your elevator is broken.

( @local-gunman )

... im not the one in charge of that.

*ooh, person!*

[local-pickpocket]

*How the hell are they still tied?*

*Samael feels his presence before she sees him. Like a sniper’s scope burning a hole into the back of her head.*

*When she turns to look, She sees a seven foot tall elf standing next to her. His face is concealed in an unnatural shadow, eyes glinting cyan as they stare from beneath his cowboy hat. Twin revolvers are sheathed at his sides.*

Hello. I believe your elevator is broken.

( @local-gunman )

... im not the one in charge of that.

*ooh, person!*

[local-pickpocket]

Hi.

*a slime girl is wandering through the city with a familiar hockey puck perched on her shoulder*

*Pick spots them from an alleyway as they pass. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he quietly follows.*

[local-pickpocket]

Of course.

*Samael feels his presence before she sees him. Like a sniper’s scope burning a hole into the back of her head.*

*When she turns to look, She sees a seven foot tall elf standing next to her. His face is concealed in an unnatural shadow, eyes glinting cyan as they stare from beneath his cowboy hat. Twin revolvers are sheathed at his sides.*

Hello. I believe your elevator is broken.

( @local-gunman )

... im not the one in charge of that.

*ooh, person!*

[local-pickpocket]

*He begins describing the scene in enough of a whisper to not disturb the game.*

*Samael feels his presence before she sees him. Like a sniper’s scope burning a hole into the back of her head.*

*When she turns to look, She sees a seven foot tall elf standing next to her. His face is concealed in an unnatural shadow, eyes glinting cyan as they stare from beneath his cowboy hat. Twin revolvers are sheathed at his sides.*

Hello. I believe your elevator is broken.

( @local-gunman )

... im not the one in charge of that.

*ooh, person!*

[local-pickpocket]

*Pick has set up some pretty massive gridlocking, and Raphael has responded in kind. As all checkers games go. Pick has slipped one piece behind Raphael’s though, but the gridlock prevents it from moving.*

*Samael feels his presence before she sees him. Like a sniper’s scope burning a hole into the back of her head.*

*When she turns to look, She sees a seven foot tall elf standing next to her. His face is concealed in an unnatural shadow, eyes glinting cyan as they stare from beneath his cowboy hat. Twin revolvers are sheathed at his sides.*

Hello. I believe your elevator is broken.

( @local-gunman )

... im not the one in charge of that.

*ooh, person!*

[local-pickpocket]

*Pick continues to play.*

*Samael feels his presence before she sees him. Like a sniper’s scope burning a hole into the back of her head.*

*When she turns to look, She sees a seven foot tall elf standing next to her. His face is concealed in an unnatural shadow, eyes glinting cyan as they stare from beneath his cowboy hat. Twin revolvers are sheathed at his sides.*

Hello. I believe your elevator is broken.

( @local-gunman )

... im not the one in charge of that.

*ooh, person!*

[local-pickpocket]

*Pick doesn't notice either, too focused on the game to pay attention.*

...Raphael, I think you set something on fire.

*Samael feels his presence before she sees him. Like a sniper’s scope burning a hole into the back of her head.*

*When she turns to look, She sees a seven foot tall elf standing next to her. His face is concealed in an unnatural shadow, eyes glinting cyan as they stare from beneath his cowboy hat. Twin revolvers are sheathed at his sides.*

Hello. I believe your elevator is broken.

( @local-gunman )

... im not the one in charge of that.

*ooh, person!*