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"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Now Ash really did wish he had purchased another burger, if only so he'd have something to do with his hands other than pick at the fabric of his pants. Rhela hadn't reacted to his name, either in a "I knew you in another game" kind of way or a "I read your blog" kind of...

Ash took a moment to sit down himself, ears twitching as he kept watch. Finweald was safe enough for now, but all the recent disasters meant more ghosts, and after his little trick there was a chance some were sniffing his way. "Ash Vargold. Good to meet you-" Ash paused, stumbling on the last...

"Got it. This way." Height was an important part of clearing a path, and one of those things he'd never get tired of, but it was presence that was more useful here. The presence of the dead, specifically. And while there weren't any lingering near him now, the same aura that attracted them...

"Beb's gonna have to get in line, this party's gonna kill me first." Ash flinched as the cold glass made contact. He slowly made the effort to shift into a more upright position and took the glass. Briefly, he considered just dumping it on his head. But sipping was probably the better move...

"Ah, I see. I have the same problem with sound and smell-" And speaking of both of those things, the cook had resumed his hawking, and a few curious customers were approaching. Ash grimaced, ears folded back, and nodded. "Getting more crowded as we speak. Mind if I join you?" Twitching ears...

By the time the cook was wrapping Rhela's burger, Ash had already finished inhaling his. His tail wagged with relief - with the worst of his hunger managed he felt like he could think again. He wiped his face hands clean on whatever bits of the paper weren't soaked with grease before...

The cook smiled widely and eagerly, then turned away to grab and shape another meat patty. Notably without any effort to clean up first... Ash looked towards the felis next to him, and shrugged with a helpless looking smile. "It has been a bad season. A bit more than bad weather, though." She...

There was nothing that stood out about the felis approaching. Ash glanced at her briefly, but the cook seemingly had other ideas. "Good day, young miss! Are you interested in trying one of Finweald's Finest meatinbuns?" His voice was loud, as if he were trying to advertise to an entire crowd...

fa fa-location-dot fa-fwFolk St. Market, Finweald, Astorea "...wow, prices are up." It was rare that Ash was in Finweald long enough to see Folk St. Market open, and even if he was he generally avoided it. It was loud, it was crowded, and his height and hair made him an easy market for...

Ash attempted to sit up, but the mere attempt make his head and stomach swim. He gave up and kept staring at the ceiling while turning an ear towards Lúthien. "Only if you're willing to drown me with it." "Uuugh... this is what I get for taking a drink from Suicide Sven..." @Luthien

Once the business with the clothes was done, Ash left the others to fuss over Name-To-Be-Decided's hair. He gratefully took an empty seat on the couch, making sure to shoot @Luthien a sharp glare for leaving him to his fate. By the time it was time for food and drinks, Ash had checked out of...

Jake Summershttps://images2.imgbox.com/53/41/dOp5rPKs_o.png5adGTghTECM Jake paused, lollipop dangling from his mouth as he opened the file. Oh, it was certainly easy to recognize. Obfuscated as it was, he could always recognize his own work. He glanced towards the kitchen. Aisling was...

r3ify: Let's have a preview of what I'll be doing, and then we can talk price. r3ify: If it looks fun, you'll get a discount. r3ify: :-) @Eva

r3ify: :-o r3ify: Explains the emphasis on security. r3ify: I've got some experience with that. r3ify: magnet:?xt-urn:algae:=██████████████████████████&dn=r3ify.me r3ify: ;-) The digital signature they send uses a more obscure protocol than most, but it's legitimate. Unless someone's been able...

"r3ify" was a newer name in the scene, but one that already had a few zero-day exploits and valuable leaks under their belt. Many were convinced that it was an old hat under a new name, but r3ify certainly wasn't telling. What was known was they were probably American, and that they rarely took...

"Don't worry MAI, I know that magia speech impediment is a pain. You seem to be coping well with it, all things considered." "Though... is there some kind of assimilation impulse magia have? Sticking bits of others to yourself seems dangerous." Then he glanced a Chako... who was once again...

That was certainly some new information... and oh dear, that was a familiar edge to Lúthien's voice. His ears flattened as he felt his heart stutter in sympathy. "...lets calm down a little, guys. We don't know enough to make too many assumptions." "And rapid growth or no, the 'baby' probably...

Shortly after certain events... There's no warning when the blog is unceremoniously deleted. The site is still there, with none of the signs of a VRSA takedown, but none of the previous information or comments remain. Instead, visitors are treated to a single image... Those with basic...

Ash glanced at Ordnung. He'd read some Things about the man. "...I don't think that man is a good role model." (...why was he giving advice to an NPC, anyway?) That was the last Ash could get out before "Accelerator" was swarmed by the others. He found himself backing off, glad he wasn't...

Ash glanced at Ordnung's scribbled words. God his handwriting sucked. "So you did the mad scientist equivalent of plugging a random USB you found into your computer? Do you guys have any concept of IT fundamentals...?" "So that's what you meant by bleedover. I was wondering. Kind of thought it...