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Get that...filthy thing away from me!
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Get that...filthy thing away from me!
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whats the most terrible monster you encountered?
GRR…THE SUIT…
Are you heterosexual, homosexual, etc? Any preferences??
The hunter snorted in a mix of disgust and amusement, shifting his weapon so it rested against his broad shoulder. “There is no time for such…trivial things during a hunt” He paused and raised a gloved hand to his face, wiping away a stray blood splatter. ”…beast do not care who or what you love...they’ll devour it all the same”
Oh dearest hunter! Do forgive me for this. But I must. There is absolutely no option! *Approaches the Yharnamite, looking very determined as each step leads me closer to the hunter. Face to face, slowly reaching my hands to his face, extending a single finger to gently touch his nose* Boop.~
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Friend! How does one get rid of one's memories? Q /AQ/
“Memories? Hmmm…i’m sure i could bash those memories out of your skull.” The hunter smiles maliciously, leaning his weapon against a tree as he slowly advances towards the shaman, cracking his knuckles. “…See what insight you got in there while i’m at it.”
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How do you run your blog and hunt at the same time?
“Hm, Blog?” The hunter turns, cocking his head at the anonymous monstrosity. “If you mean those idiotic questions and inquiries you keep bugging me with, then a messenger takes care of that.” The hunter motions with the blunt end of his weapon towards a lonesome messenger clutching a quill and blue parchment which gives an awkward wave.
Do you accept holiday gifts, dear hunter? I know most of them aren't precisely /useful/, but I'm sure even one such as yourself can appreciate a little treat every now and again, yes?
“…i suppose i could accept holiday gifts…keep me from becoming like the others…from this unnatural night.” The hunter suddenly swings round, holding the blade of his whirligig-saw close to the other’s face in order to emphasise the seriousness of his next point. “But DO NOT expect any gift to change your standing with me, bribing a hunter will only give you a….messier departure.”
Gosh, dear hunter, should I be nervous that you've chosen to follow little old me?
“You need not worry about a humble hunter such as myself…unless you are infected with that beastly plague, then there is no use hiding it…” The yharnamite leans down, invading the personal space of the one infront of him as he takes a drawn out breathe through his nose. ”for the blood…it sings to me…tells me who is plagued and pure….”