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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[creepface]

[ Oh. Oh, he might just have made a huge mistake. He's not sure. Hopefully his gut feeling is wrong. ] W-we can, but, if, if you're okay with eating at m-my shrine? It's r-really cosy. [ He fiddles with his long braid, eyeing the flasks nervously. ]

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[Oh. He was kind of hoping for delivery, but... this is still in his favor. Considerably.]

[The flasks disappear one by one until they're gone, and instead there's a fresh, shiny new contract hovering in front of Rasu]

All right, sign the paper and all of this will be behind you.

[Luckily(?) this seems to be one of his simpler ones:]

In exchange for my life (or whatever the equivalent is around here), I agree to be Snatcher's personal cook, cooking for him whenever he wants. And inviting him to eat whenever the mood strikes me to make a good meal.

This agreement will persist until both parties agree to end it.

___________x

[creepface]

[ Rasu's back goes back to kind of slouching at the relief of the flasks disappearing. Good. And just cooking for someone is an okay deal to avoid people getting murdered. He does like cooking after all, it's one of his biggest hobbies. ]

O-okay. Um, I d-don't have a pen though...

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Don't worry about that. I always make sure to keep a spare.

[He summons up a quill that he practically shoves into Rasu's hand.]

[creepface]

[ The pen showing up out of nowhere is less startling than it being shoved into his hand. He reads it over again before he signs it with his name. ]

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Ha!

[The quill disappears and Snatcher immediately grabs up the contract, stamping it and sealing the deal for them both.]

Congratulations--[He checks the signed name one more time]--Rasu! You get to live! And so does everyone around us. [He lets the contract disappear and rubs his hands together in front of him eagerly] Hope you were planning on cooking tonight!

[creepface]

[ Oh thank god, situation going horribly averted. ]

I-I need to eat, so, y-yes. I w-was.

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[He's not sure if Rasu's being snarky or jyst stating a fact. Given that the man is still stuttering through the statement, Snatcher decides to err on the side of accidental.]

[Besides, wouldn't do to lose his personal cook five minutes after he acquired him.]

Perfect. Name the time and I'll be there, hungry and waiting.

[creepface]

[ He wasn't being snarky, he was just being honest. He's very rarely snarky (on purpose). ]

Um, seven o'clock?

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Perfect!

[does he almost sound... giddy?]

Oh! And make it something with bacon! You wouldn't BELIEVE how long it's been!

[creepface]

S-sorry, I don't cook with a-animal products.

[ You contracted a vegan. Oops? ]

B-but I can still make good f-food...!

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[what]

What.

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[Years. YEARS. An entire lifetime since he was in law school! Since he was able to eat one of his favorite foods! First Vanessa banned it from the house, THEN he died, THEN he has to contract someone who can't even make it!]

[His voice is strained as he speaks next, head in his hands. Its disappointing. Crushingly so. But he needs a cook]

Ugh, FINE. I'll just... take whatever you recommend. I guess!

[It'll be good. It'll be fine! Snatcher just needs to suck it up.]

[At least he's not throwing a tantrum]

[creepface]

[ He's very relieved that Snatcher accepts it because he literally got a panic attack when someone wanted him to eat meat a few months ago. ]

Th-thank you. I um, where I've been for s-seventy years the animals t-talked too and I just... c-couldn't. E-eat it. Or t-touch it.

[ To be fair, not all animals talked, only those that originated from the living world instead of the afterlife, but it kind of made him lose taste for all of it. ]

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[He doesn't want to get it. He doesn't care. But damn it all he kind of does get it and the preference isn't that important and all it means is that he's going to need more than one personal chef, right? And...]

[Wait]

[He lifts his head]

Seventy years?

[creepface]

[ The people who eat meat far outnumber those who don't, so surely he'll be able to 'snatch' one of those too. ]

Y-yes, I'm a sp-spirit and I ch-chose not to reincarnate.