text; un impala67

[venatoris]

i've got no idea if this place has as much of a boner for offing us as the last one, but judging from the looks of it, i'm gonna go with yeah.

that said, if you're in trouble and you need a Hunter to come help kick some ass, ping me. if i'm close, i'll come.

[ look how benevolent, this is character growth™.

and now for some private messages; ]


private to ou!sam, au!sam, and au!cas--

sam, sammy, cas - i found the cabin. it looks different, but i can tell its ours. it's up in some district called ache - the impala's here, and so's bones and mr. ed. let me know if you need a pickup.

private to wanda maximoff--

hey. can i ask you a huge favor?

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[venatoris]

Uh, yeah. That's pretty accurate. Back to the drawing board, I guess. Offer our services, hunt things, kill some monsters. Save some people.

[ Get food and shit in return. Booze, whatever. ]

[family_remains]

[So. Witchers. You want to become Witchers.]

There are so many hunters here already, do you think that would even work?

[venatoris]

[ Toss a coin, bitch. ]

Dude, are you kidding? The monsters here are insane. Course it would.

[family_remains]

[Okay but you have to wear the puffy shorts.

Sam considers this for a moment before nodding. Good. He can deal with that.]

Guess we better get to work, then.

[venatoris]

[ You gotta wear the Elizabethan sleeves then.

He flashes Sam a grin, and there's a little twinge of excitement on his face, for the first time in a long time. ]

Hell yeah.