#deadmanstales

Bounty has moved to sideblog of Bart status.  So go refollow the little ghost if you wish!

“Nope,” was all the Dunmer said before she turned on her heel. She had already dealt with too much weird shit for one evening to want to add a ghost to that list.

“I fffffffind that th’ onesh y’gotta look out fer are the friendly onesh… Y’know wha’ I mean? Th’ onesh that’re shooper helpful then…” J’hasi’s eyes widened when they finally focused on the stranger, suddenly blurting out a curse in Dunmeris before taking a swing, going right through the ghost and striking the tree behind them. He dropped to the ground, a slurred mess of curses as he nursed his hand, fairly certain that something was broken.

“Is there… anything I can do to help?”

Brielle doesn’t talk about her recent (and partially forced) interest in necromancy with many people, if any at all, but Bounty would be one person she’d consider speaking to. She might even ask for advice.

Bounty enjoyed love and everything about it. From the initial nerves one gets when realizing they have feelings for someone, to the excitement of realizing both parties are sharing the same thing, to the pain of a love not working out.All of it was good and worthwhile in Bounty’s book.

Before his death, however, Bounty would ask just about anyone (if he fancied them, of course) on a date. He was full of boundless confidence and was never one to try and keep his emotions to himself. You’d never know if you never tried, right?

... does something about him seem... off?