Ask/Roleplay Blog For PR34-CH3R aka Preacher from Subliminal Space a DND Series ON Youtube from the channel: https://www.youtube.com/@PleaseStopTalkingPodcast
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Preacher soon took off his blood stained outfit and his blood stained hat, and he threw them a very advanced looking incinerator watching the flames dance, as they consumed the clothes.
He walked over to his closet and put on a new hat and outfit.
"Tch... hate wasting clothes like that, but blood like that, that don't come out, hate running into folk with such potent blood."
"Don't matter none, the job is done."
He took a deep breath, looking at his list of high value targets.
"I'll be coming for ya'll soon, but that small time bounty will tie me over for now."
Send my muse "â+" alongside harsh hitting questions, scenarios, anything question-related really, but they can only answer with "yes" or "no". Nothing more, nothing less.
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Are you listening to music? What is your favorite genre, if so? Is there a specific song that you like?
"Now ain't that a mighty intresting question, ya have there?"
Preacher went "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" for a long deep moment.
"I like songs that are foreboding ya know? theatrical, sometimes quiet, sometimes loud, I ain't no stranger to a good western tune. But something that carries religious weight even if it ain't support my own religion can hit pretty daggum hard!"
"I don't listen to music often, but sometimes it's a nice lil distraction, it's also fun to use it against my bounties."
"I ain't much of a singer myself, no sir. But I do tend to whistle when I'm on someones trail, let's em know I'm hunting em, and gives a nice ominous warning just like, I like."
"It can also be a good way to rile em up, just before I acutally appear just so I can attack em."
I can completely imagine this song playing thru the speakers in Mr. Spotlights Studio, as Preacher blasts his way thru the door, a murderous gleam in his eyes as he's finally come to collect the bounty.
"Good Golly Sonny! That's like askin me my favorite thing about the machine! Ain't no easy answer!"
"But I suppose I've been having fun with Spotlight, that there person has got alot going for them! My favorite bounty's just in general are the ones that let me get the most creative, the ones that take the most challenge!"
"Nothing feels better then the bounty's that take time, and leave you satisfied that you got to be the one to snuff someones life out."
"Hmm tricky question, most of my talents and skills come from my profession partner. Gutting things, sharp shooting, weapon mastery, weapon maintenance, spreading the machines word as gospel."
"I'm pretty skilled when it comes to anatomy, I know the way a person's body ticks. I could watch someone for only a few moments, and pick out their weakest spot."
"I'm good at tracking."
"I suppose outside of bounty hunting and my god's work? Hmm I've always had a knack for the theatrics, won't ever retire but if I did happen to one day for some reason or another? I'd go into book writing, hellllllllllllll maybe even make a movie, wouldn't care about the censors, if I made a movie, we're using real blood plain and simple."
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"Never been arrested, wanted? Darn straight! You don't build up a reputation like mine keeping your hands clean, you don't get noticed by a god, unless your worth noticing."
"My body count is 100+ and I'm proud of it, nothing is more satisfying then seeing the life leave a heathens eyes, mercy be damned, blood is what really washes away your sins."
"Figured, I'd take the time out of doing jobs, to answer a few questions, so send em my way, and I'll get to em when I get to em."
"Oh and if you got the money, I'm willing to take on any target you got, but remember, this Preacher don't come cheap, so don't try and cheat me out of a good pay."
"I hear your the sort of feller to go to for information, my last informant and I had some issues. Let's not repeat history shall we?"
"..."
"I need all the little bit information you have on Mr. Puzzles, don't leave out any details, wouldn't like a religious man like myself at his wits end now would ya?"
"I know you have experience with my kind of folk and this is just some friendly advice."
"I will finish what Ă could not, if you ain't useful or try to betray me, do we have an understanding?"
You'll see me helping anyone of you lot trying to finish what Zero started when I'm DEAD.
Zero killed my avatar and destroyed my universe.. now you come to ME seeking aid for info? Threatening to do what Zero did? We defeated Zero and the godbox. Try me. I won't tell you squat.
Preacher soon laughed hard and laughed loud in that thick southern accent, before turning completely serious and tipping down his hat.
"BOY you must have misunderstood me! I was threatening to kill you, if you double crossed me, mighty sorry, was trying to be a little less blunt about that, what I meant by 'finish what zero could not' was kill you and your little friend."
"I ain't part of the box cult, and I think Zero is a false god, the only true god be The Machine, and The Machine wants nothing todo with you, or this universe, luck be have it for you."
Preacher went 'tsk, tsk tsk'
"Maybe I came on too strong, that happens sometimes, I ain't here to kill the entire universe or nothin like that. I'm a bounty hunter, and that Puzzle fella is one of my targets, I want em deader then a doornail. Though threatening me ain't smart either feller, I come from a different verse, and I know how to deal with your type, might never seen powers like yours, but I've seen stranger in my many travels."
His robotic eyes flickered for a moment, as he looked down at SMG1 with a bit of a pause.
"Well, not the most useful information, guess the feller I roughed up lied to me when he said you'd know more, though still any information is good information."
Preacher was a bit annoyed by all this but he soon shrugged.
"Regardless I suppose I'll get out of your antenna, though do keep in mind if I find out you lied to me, or you'll warn anyone about me, well I might just be back, this cross ain't just for show."
Preacher then began to tap his foot for a moment as a thick fog rolled in and he slowly walked backwards into it, staring down at SMG1 the whole time.
"Just remember, no matter where you are, or where you go, Preacher's just a pray away."
And within seconds he was gone with a hum of an old western song.
"I hear your the sort of feller to go to for information, my last informant and I had some issues. Let's not repeat history shall we?"
"..."
"I need all the little bit information you have on Mr. Puzzles, don't leave out any details, wouldn't like a religious man like myself at his wits end now would ya?"
"I know you have experience with my kind of folk and this is just some friendly advice."
"I will finish what Ă could not, if you ain't useful or try to betray me, do we have an understanding?"
You'll see me helping anyone of you lot trying to finish what Zero started when I'm DEAD.
Zero killed my avatar and destroyed my universe.. now you come to ME seeking aid for info? Threatening to do what Zero did? We defeated Zero and the godbox. Try me. I won't tell you squat.
Preacher soon laughed hard and laughed loud in that thick southern accent, before turning completely serious and tipping down his hat.
"BOY you must have misunderstood me! I was threatening to kill you, if you double crossed me, mighty sorry, was trying to be a little less blunt about that, what I meant by 'finish what zero could not' was kill you and your little friend."
"I ain't part of the box cult, and I think Zero is a false god, the only true god be The Machine, and The Machine wants nothing todo with you, or this universe, luck be have it for you."
Preacher went 'tsk, tsk tsk'
"Maybe I came on too strong, that happens sometimes, I ain't here to kill the entire universe or nothin like that. I'm a bounty hunter, and that Puzzle fella is one of my targets, I want em deader then a doornail. Though threatening me ain't smart either feller, I come from a different verse, and I know how to deal with your type, might never seen powers like yours, but I've seen stranger in my many travels."
(OOC: An epilogue/the aftermath of the events that have been happening here recently. Also trying to put everything into chronological order. Read below the cut!)
   Somehow, Cathode managed to fall asleep in Mr. Puzzlesâs bed. Despite getting a warning from Preacher, she had spent a short amount of time: taking care of her best friend, trying to scare the bounty hunter, getting beat up by the same bounty hunter, and making her way to her bossâs studio to recover. Even while her mind was racing, her body needed time to rest.
   Cathode woke up in⌠an operating room?
   A bright light hit her face, and it took her a moment to realize she was in what looked like a chair for patients. It looked a little more futuristic than even the most modern hospitals. This made her realize exactly where she was, and who she was with.
   âWas easy to bring ya here while you were sleeping.â
   The deep, electronic, Southern voice brought Cathode out of the post-sleep haze. Preacher had kidnapped her. The wide brim of his hat covered his face in such a way that she could only make out his glowing red eyes and his mouth as he talked.
   âRemember how I gave you a choice? Well Iâm rescindinâ it. Youâre too big a hindrance, little piggy, âspecially because you squealed to Mr. Spotlight âbout my plans.â
   Cathode tried to say something - anything - to defend herself, but she found herself muted. She could only silently fight against the restraints on her arms and legs. Preacher chuckled as she fought.
   âYer quite easy to keep quiet with yer own remote. Donât worry, yer toyâs in better hands now.â
   He patted his breast pocket. She made out her remote inside, which only made her fight against her restraints more.
   âIâll figure out how it works later, but it was easy to figure out what makes you tick. Yer brainâs not that different from yer bossâs⌠or a VectâsâŚâ
   One of those bugs Preacher used to control people skittered from Cathodeâs foot to her leg to her chest. It was two of her greatest fears in one: a bug getting into her head, and someone controlling her instead of the other way around. The bug jumped from her chest to her headâŚ
   âNow, little miss, this would be the part where I kill ya, âcause Iâve been wondering whatâll break down first: yer head or yer heart?â He chuckled again. âBut Iâve seen the light. Youâll be better as a vessel for my message than a pile of scrap and pig food.
   âSoon Iâll get the answer to a different questionâŚâ
   Cathode felt the bug enter through one of her vents and crawl around inside her television head. It buried itself deep into what felt like her skull. Then it bit down.
   âWhat will it look like when you betray every last one of yer friends?â
   Everything went dark again.
   When Cathode woke up again, she was looking in a mirror. She held a wide-brimmed hat similar to Preacherâs own. He was there, watching her as she⌠tried on an outfit that looked a lot like his. Well, it was mostly the long coat she was wearing that made her look like him. She still had on a suit, but her tie had been swapped out for one with a cross on it.
   âIâm ditchinâ the hat, boss,â Cathode said with a Southern accent (and a heavier electronic tint.) âGets in the way of my ears.â
   Deep in the back of her mind, Cathode wanted to fight against her own body. Preacher was not her boss! But the bug, an extension of Preacherâs will, exerted full control over her.
   He told her, âYou couldnât pull off the regular pastor look anyway, but that long coat does suit ya. Now, letâs see if you can finish the job.â
   Then Cathodeâs body got to work. Her mind, however, watched helplessly as she carried out every bounty and vendetta Preacher had against those she loved.
   There were three Mr. Puzzleses that Cathode considered her bosses, and she killed all of them. It was easy to smash their screens in, especially when an employee could get so close to them all. Somehow, they each had different looks on their screen from the same act of betrayal.
   Puzzlesâs female counterpart, Mrs. Jigsaw, was also easy to subdue. All it took was a gramophone to the head and a knife to the back. Cathode had to run from Mrs. KTNA, but maybe Preacher would help her with the assassin.
   Bringing in Mr. Spotlight alive would be the hardest bounty to collect. Then Cathode showed them the âdollâ of Mini SMG4 that wasnât really a doll. Their âBlueberryâ out of the way made them much more compliant.
   Host, Cathodeâs best friend, didnât suspect anything wrong with her. She got close enough to find out where his main computer was. She got close enough that she destroyed it, along with any remaining versions of the AI.
   When Cathode was through with her, all that was left of Sunny was a puddle of orange ink.
   WP-INS, the blue-haired robot, was Mr. Spotlightâs sole surviving employee. Cathode couldnât have that. She had become quite skilled with Preacherâs cross gun, and it made quick work of WP-INS before he could fight or run.
   With that, Cathode had killed or captured all of her closest friends. However, a bounty hunterâs work was never done. Preacher had plans for her, and they didnât involve setting her free anytime soonâŚ
   Cathode woke up and tried not to scream as she did. She was still at Mr. Puzzlesâs studio, she reminded herself. Sheâd be okay with him checking on her, but not because she screamed from a nightmare.
   She had had several nightmares in the past year. The first ones came after meeting Host, but they disappeared when she realized how good a friend he was. The second ones came after meeting Mr. Spotlight, but they also disappeared when they moved past their first encounter. Nightmares about Preacher coming after everything she loved wouldnât disappear as easily.
   Cathode knew someone would pay with their life first.
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'Who knew me putting in my least effort, could lead to a show like this, now this is quality entertainment, and I didn't even need to acutally kill someone this time, which is a shame, but still getting to see these folks panicked, now that's worth it all.'
Preacher thought to himself, as he was in the studio after following Sunny, Cathrode and Host, keeping a closer eye on watching Spotlight and the others, he was up in an area hidden up where the vents were.
He soon hummed just a little, and one of his cockroaches curtsy of The Machine, soon began to slink into Spotlights work room, so it can ease drop on the conversation and what was going on inside, it's little camaras zooming in on Spotlight as they worked.
Meanwhile Preacher quickly made his own way out, not wanting to be caught right away, after all that would ruin his plans, and he sat ontop of the roof of the building caked in shadow, staring down, having a void grenade in his hand, just incase he needed a distraction.
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