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 <h1>Whose Game Are We Playing? (A FlightRising RP)</h1>
 #colt<br>
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-	<i>(Colt, played by me)</i><br>
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+	<i>A Butcher, played by BlueAnxiety</i><br>
+	<p>The butcher let out a grating laugh, a mix of condescending and amused, “Of course, here’s your tour. This is the marketplace, over there is the barracks and at the base of the cliff are the mines. Ya need sleep? Go to the camp place. Or ask the goblin gal to be situated at barracks - at the cost of your fire.”</p>
+	<p>His multiple tentacles moved like a wave, pointing at each location in a hypnotic dance of focus and confusion.</p>
+	<p>“You’d be a good cooker with that fire of yours though, so don’t be so quick to sign up. We deal in trades here, boy.” The butcher lifted a crystal from under his stall, “Ya see this? This is what the plant-eaters eat but it’s good for anyone really. Cooking it makes it edible and it gives ya lots of water. It’s from the mines, anyone can go get some.”</p>
+	<p>The alien leered at the dragon, waving a few stumped tentacles, “May just cost you a limb or two.”</p>
+	<p>With a chuckle, he lifted the large, canine-like skull on the side of his desk, “That, or you could go hunt down one of these bad boys from the mud cracks over yonder. Give some to me and I can give you a more… varied selection.”</p>
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+	<i>(Edward, played by Hanafuda)</i><br>
+	<p>“Uh, I-I’d rather keep my limbs, thank you,” Ed says, rubbing his shoulders. He looks nervous. This place must be one of those black markets. They usually sell things not found anywhere else, especially body parts; the prices can also be ridiculously high. Better to not make any unnecessary sacrifices. “I’ll go hunt some… wolves or whatever equivalent there is here, then. Sounds easier to me.”</p>
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+	<p>...</p>
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+	<br><i>(Colt, played by me)</i><br>
 	<p>"It'll work this time, I assure you."</p>
 	<p>Those were the last words Colt heard before closing the chamber door behind him. He stood not in the Shaazgha Lab, but a desert in the midst of a small pack of sleeping dogs unlike any he had ever seen. They were massive. Standing up, they must be as tall as he is. No problem, so long as they are asleep. With a hand on his hilt, he picked a silent path across patches of stony ground until he reached the other side of a crag.</p>
 	<p><i>How far away did Abagth-ka miss the mark this time? There isn't a desert like this within 10 provinces of Shaazgha.</i></p>
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 	<i>(Colt, played by me)</i><br>
 	<p>Colt, still fuming, looks up for moment to spot a ragtag group of adventurers up ahead. They look friendly enough. Clueless, even. But all they need to know is the way back to the base. He slicks his blood-greased hair back and wipes the grit off his cheek. Honestly, this only makes him look worse.</p>
-	<p><i>Ah, they have me at a disadvantage. I look pitiful. He shook his head. No, drenched in my enemy's blood and without a scratch on me. I look downright valorous.</i></p>
+	<p><i>Ah, they have me at a disadvantage. I look pitiful.</i> He shook his head. <i>No, drenched in my enemy's blood and without a scratch on me. I look downright valorous.</i></p>
 	<p>As he approaches, he makes out exactly who is in this group: <i>A...wow, two dragon-looking people, a little...pet thing? With two heads? And cat person riding one of those dogs. Eugh. Hope they aren't rangers allied with those things. Imagine my luck if I get arrested for killing some protected species in self-defense when I'm not even supposed to be here. This entire job has been stupid since the first word out of the doctor's mouth.</i></p>
 	<p>They are absorbed in their own conversation and apparently haven't even noticed him. He clears his throat and calls to the most humanoid member - the tall, pale girl. His voice came out curt.</p>
 	<p>"Which way to Shaazgha?" He wipes more blood off his face. "You speak English, right?"</p>