When the weird shadow guy emerges from his tree house... [Open]

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Who: Snatcher and you (will match format)
When: February 15th - 17th
Where: Out and about
What: Snatcher emerges from his Valentine's Day induced isolation




A: Normally I'd have my minions do this for me, but...

[Thought exercise! What kinds of things would you expect a ghostly, shadowy noodle guy to pick up on his errands?]

[Did you guess a "Cooking For Dummies" book, stationery, and sewing supplies? You did? I'm pretty sure you're lying, but whatever.]

[Either way, you're going to find Snatcher taking up a fair bit of space on a bench as he mutters to himself and goes through a coupon book. Errands are expensive.]



B: You're Blue Now

[Congratulations! You've just stumbled on a disaster waiting to happen!]

["Standing" between a confused young man dragging a bucket of water balloons behind him and the young woman who would have been the man's target is Snatcher, whose head, frill, and body are now dropping with brilliant neon blue paint.]

[He also appears to be shaking with barely concealed anger. And summoning a bunch of explosive flasks to return the favor. Might be a good idea to step in before this currently-unseen menace starts to do any damage.]



C: Just how many people here are platformers, anyway?!

[You might have been out on an evening/morning/daylight rooftop stroll, out on patrol, or trying to climb up onto some out of the way spot of the city on a dare. Whatever your reasoning, you've managed to stumble right into the center of a ring of thorns that snap to life, blocking you in until the whole world becomes a dark, purple vortex, the city but mere shadows in the distance]

AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA! FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo... Really? Again?!

[How many times have you stumbled into Snatcher's traps? Are you doing it just to annoy him? Or did you just happen to be the Nth person to trigger one when he was trying to grab Hat Kid?]

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[onedrinkwithme]

[And boy does his mind go straight back to Votelli and the forest and all those kidnappings. What's next? More fireflies? Aymeric is lucky that he knows how to be calm in situations so all he does is adjust the carrier to a standing position, unzip the door halfway, and put his hand in to pet the growling beast. Said growling came to a halt afterwards.]

So this forest you mentioned is your home then? I suppose a sign would not work but if that is the case, why not have used a spell to make sure no one would get in without your permission?

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You'd be surprised how many people like to WILLFULLY IGNORE every single attempt to tell them to GET OUT.

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[Pause. Pull self together. Breathe.]

But! It's not like I kick everyone out. Sometimes you need a little help to keep things in order.

[onedrinkwithme]

So you are selective when it comes to visitors then. As long as they respect your home?

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[PFFFFT NO. Well. Sort of.]

You could say that. I mean, I didn't exactly go out and bother other people.

[there are laws against stealing souls in other parts of the world, apparently.]

[onedrinkwithme]

So...what exactly do you do for the forest? Might you be a guardian for it?

[Well...at least soul stealing has regulations?]

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[He tilts his hand from side to side in a "kinda" gesture]

Guardian's a strong word for a place that's pretty much dead. Still, home is home!

[onedrinkwithme]

But if you watch over it and is considered your home, that does make you its guardian.

[This is a thing: talking to some weirdo who attempted to trap him with thorns while recalling the last forest experience but hey, at least those things ain't bothering him. Or around.]

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[it's hard to tell with his face being all shadowy, but something about his smile seems a little strained. Uncomfortable.]

Sure, if you want to get pedantic about it. I'll stick with boss, thanks.

[onedrinkwithme]

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So why create a trap here?

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I was expecting to catch that girl I mentioned earlier. Seemed like a spot she'd stick her nose in. Apparently more people take this path than I thought.

[or someone's just not used to big cities anymore]

[onedrinkwithme]

Have you thought of contacting her through the phone? It would create less mess.

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...

[Really? Did he just suggest that? What kind of guy would put traps everywhere if phonecalls would work?]

[...wait]

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[WAIT.]

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Force of habit, I suppose.

That and I dont have the kiddo's number. Any leads? I can think of a few prayers she'd be interested in.

[onedrinkwithme]

It should already be on your phone; all gods and shinki have a contact list of mostly everyone on the Far Shore but if your friend is a god it should be under her God Name...

[Shit, what was it? Skull? Scold?]

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Huh. You know, somehow that part didn't even occur to me.

[explains why he couldn't find her. He'd been looking for that one particular combination of word characters that made up her signature.]

[He summons up his phone and flips through his contacts list.]

Here we are! Skuld! Just add that to my favorites list and... there!

[onedrinkwithme]

It is much quicker than needlessly waiting on a path that many may take. How long have you been waiting for her?

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Just a few days. Managed to catch her sometime last week!

[onedrinkwithme]

...you have been waiting here this entire time for her?

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Wh--?! No! I have other things going on, you know!