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[he sighs as he all but manages to swing Santiago over one shoulder before putting him down]

Ludwig Beilschmidt. Legion Janitor.

ludblitz:

brainhum:

[he’s totally nude, blind drunk, and standing in the middle of the hallway screeching]

I LOVE..,…. YOUUUUUU ANNA [hic] AND YoU SAD– SUC– TURKISH GUY WHO SHOWED ME HIS DOGS. AND-AND– [hiccup] I LOVVVVE YOUUU, KLARA. YOU GUYS ARE ALL [hic] GREAT.

[sways a little in the hallway]

[Santi no] [Santi pls] [walks up behind him and puts a hand on his shoulder]

You’re making a mess of the hallway. 

[JUMPS THREE FEET IN THE AIR] [okay maybe not that high but Lud definitely scared him right there]

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU.

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I worry you give up too much of your resources. You want to have the funds to carry out your passion for inventing, yet... [makes a vague hand gesture] You give it away.

[stare] Phone numbers? General needs?

To take care of them properly, you must first watch for yourself. Or would you rather have your husband worry again from you overworking yourself?

….

[crosses his arms] Tino.

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To take care of them properly, you must first watch for yourself. Or would you rather have your husband worry again from you overworking yourself?

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[crosses his arms] Tino.

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A noble pursuit. I cannot say I do the same, but... I use my salary as necessary. [he taps his fingers on the table in thought] That being said, if you’ve any hope of keeping your business and such running, you ought to consider spending more money on yourself.

[pauses] That can be arranged. I’ll ask Lien. Of course, you have a list of things Mikki can and cannot eat?

I would suggest a variety of illegal ventures, but you would shoot all of them down.

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So instead, try investment. Play the stock market.

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You also get a several million dollar salary every month. And you complain?

[pauses] ... A year and three months. You may have seen her running around the mansion. She has her mother’s stubbornness. [and his tbh]

I would suggest a variety of illegal ventures, but you would shoot all of them down.

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So instead, try investment. Play the stock market.

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I would suggest a variety of illegal ventures, but you would shoot all of them down.

...

So instead, try investment. Play the stock market.

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You literally just made the rules. But fine. Finnish beer... but at least make it so it teleports French wine. I’ll not live another day drinking this American slop.

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Finnish beer? No. German beer is obviously the superior choice. Reroute that teleporter to Germany.

We really ought to purchase better beer. Which would likely require going out of the country. [siiiiiiiiip…. siiiiiiip the American drain cleaner]

@fixingfinn

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We really ought to purchase better beer. Which would likely require going out of the country. [siiiiiiiiip.... siiiiiiip the American drain cleaner]

@fixingfinn

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[Santi no] [Santi pls] [walks up behind him and puts a hand on his shoulder]

You’re making a mess of the hallway. 

[he’s totally nude, blind drunk, and standing in the middle of the hallway screeching]

I LOVE..,…. YOUUUUUU ANNA [hic] AND YoU SAD– SUC– TURKISH GUY WHO SHOWED ME HIS DOGS. AND-AND– [hiccup] I LOVVVVE YOUUU, KLARA. YOU GUYS ARE ALL [hic] GREAT.

[sways a little in the hallway]

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If you consider the death penalty to not be a plan, then I suppose you’re right. There are no plans. Simply a slow death and a toss of your body into the nearest ditch.

...

That no matter how strong the warrant is, I would not be able to bring myself to arrest you.

Captain Nguyen. [crosses his arms] It's been years.

          And your lack of change since then is absolutely baffling- you’re still chasing people over a docking spot at the port like a loiterer, I’m assuming?

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[??? What’s with that look?????] [pls excuse him he’s dense as a rock] ...

... [wait, he knows that language hint thing tho] ... How much?

[he’s just docked and is now at a nearby pub, drinking a beer and scanning the crowd for pirates] [he probably won’t notice anyone sneaking up on him] [scanning, scanning, scanning-]

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[he’s just docked and is now at a nearby pub, drinking a beer and scanning the crowd for pirates] [he probably won’t notice anyone sneaking up on him] [scanning, scanning, scanning-]

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Even so. The bad hygeine may not be a crime in and of itself, but... the murdering, the plundering, the stealing... that all is. And I know you’ve no way to plead the belly.

......... [bitch u lucky copy machines don’t exist rn] [sighs as he puts the warrant down on the table] It is a royal warrant. Signed by Her Majesty. So in that sense, it is “good.” But... [another sigh] Don’t make me admit it...

Captain Nguyen. [crosses his arms] It's been years.

          And your lack of change since then is absolutely baffling- you’re still chasing people over a docking spot at the port like a loiterer, I’m assuming?

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You knew what you wanted years ago. You chased it. You failed. And now you’re here. And give that back. [grabs it back] You are under arrest for... 

Murder, plundering, scavenging, bad hygeine, loitering, soliciting, and overall piracy. I don’t make the warrants. She does.

Captain Nguyen. [crosses his arms] It's been years.

          And your lack of change since then is absolutely baffling- you’re still chasing people over a docking spot at the port like a loiterer, I’m assuming?

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I would dare argue that you’re much the same. Still preferring chicken nuggets and fries, or have you graduated to chicken tenders instead? [he sighs and runs a hand through his hair] No. I’m on hire for Her Majesty. And... [pulls out a warrant] You’re under arrest.

Captain Nguyen. [crosses his arms] It's been years.

          And your lack of change since then is absolutely baffling- you’re still chasing people over a docking spot at the port like a loiterer, I’m assuming?

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[oh yes, rag] [in about 30 seconds, the entire area he was sitting in is so spotless it fucking sparkles]

Thank... you. [he puts the rag aside, realizing that she probably doesn’t speak German] I apologize, I was not paying attention to you. [clears his throat] I... am hoping to catch someone doing the previous two.

[he’s just docked and is now at a nearby pub, drinking a beer and scanning the crowd for pirates] [he probably won’t notice anyone sneaking up on him] [scanning, scanning, scanning-]