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'Smudgie' Bvetin

I see. I hear. I know. For Bvetin.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lil_kreen

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Matriarchal society of herbivores that spread out through the empires due to an ecological catastrophe imposed upon them.
When the original Polce Department shattered and shut down, there was briefly a time of lawless fear; until one woman stepped up and changed the roadmap. Starting anew with the Wing City Law Enforcement

Description

DOSSIER#392376E47 - Diplomatic clearance

Taken Name: Smudgie Bvetin
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Height: .9m tall, .8m long

Political Affiliation: Gardeners, Hive Queen Bvetin
Mercenary Status: Surveillance Attaché

Excerpt from General Dossier, Gardeners
Gardeners are a registered mercenary state of a race with an appearance similar to Terra's arachnids but are physiologically closer to crustaceans. Their hive matriarch gained licenses pursuant to their government's proper diplomatic contact with Terra. The queen has pledged neutrality and fair dealing with any spare military members made available for hire. Hiring entities are expected to provide at least room and board for the herbivorous hive soldiers whom have otherwise have full discretion upon their pay for work. Names among the intelligence caste are frequently inherited from the environment and not chosen by themselves as the queen has no use for the spoken word but to understand threats. While they are intelligent their maturity can often be described charitably as 'ephemeral'. As the race has no vocal cords all communication is preferred to be done through RF means though they can hear acutely.

This surveillance caste operates within Terra for purposes of providing security duties and general diplomatic purposes. All members can fly and their hairy wings make a very low frequency noise but otherwise are very quiet. They frequently monitor false Matriarchs of interest though male contract holders do not enjoy safe houses deploying to maintain their self-interest. As the intelligence caste they have extremely accurate memories and comparatively large eyes their binocular night vision is particularly acute. Armor is something they largely lack except for the non-newtonian subdermal layer than repels a good deal of bludgeoning force and some small-arms fire. Their matte grey surfaces change monochrome coloration and texture and if actively hiding themselves from someone can alter their texture for perspective based on their secondary vision though head-on the effect is poor as their eyesight is only 270 degrees like the rest of the species. Matriarch Bvetin has agreed to provide any knowledge the intelligence caste possesses when served by a duly authorized warrant as long as it is not on safehouse territory. The caste periodically makes contact with Bvetin to transmit memories and may not physically contain exact memories of old surveillance. Other than the dreamer these are the only members of the hive that can make peripheral contact with a matriarch given a sufficient population in a base of operation. This intelligence caste is particularly gregarious when interacted with having the least threatening demeanor. They do not often take external contracts and are the most likely to be seen interacting with the populous.

'Smudgie' Dossier
Smudgie got its name from his particularly good perspective camouflage. If he isn't moving smudgie can mimic texture very well. Though his skills while moving aren't as good it results in a blurry smudge crawling across walls or a questionable shaped cloud thrumming across the sky. He hasn't taken many contracts and primarily works in proximity to safe houses watching over their contractors. He has little more than a particularly expensive commlink modified with a quietus-enabled spread-spectrum RF transceiver. As it barely needs to transmit from a foot away it is exceptionally difficult to detect through EMF when speaking to the commlink as it rapidly vanishes into background noise.

Non-camoflauged rendering by terran diplomat:
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ADDENDUM: Recent change in behavior

This caste seems to get its nature from the stimulants it is exposed to. And so this individual has somehow adapted to Elysium and now exhibits random spell casting much like a wild mage. Such activity appears largely benign at this time. We do not think that it poses a threat as the material in its blood seems to no longer be viable for mass-distribution and has a longer biological half-life owing to its relative stability.

So begins...

'Smudgie' Bvetin's Story

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Character Portrait: Sonia Hughes Character Portrait: O.S.I.R.I.S Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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Clouds are wont to look like different things, a white rabbit, a grey apple, or a Smudgie of two pale orbs looking down above a building ledge. Bvetin's children passed information along quite quickly but still had little love for digital work but where it suited them. A royal soldier had a new contractor, a false matriarch. It stirred Smudgie's siblings at the local safe house to action. One of his brothers needed to watch over! A handful of surveillance arrived at various times searching for a face communicated in quietus to the safe house. They otherwise kept their contacts few and simple. A diligent scout on a rooftop silently texted 'I watch!' back to the safe house. Smudgie's taken name was then joined together on a billboard with 'Jaunt'. They didn't have much use for words than to remember which ones were connected to each other. Involved Gardeners remembered all else to discuss it privately in white quietus.

They were told she had her own to watch over but the hive would not stand to have a contract threatened. If her business went sour it meant their house and home after all. Wherever a matriarch went it meant home it was theirs to ensure safety. The weapons of the Matriarchy happily polished their tools of war. Gardeners had no sense of alienness or exclusion by species. Even if a Matriarch was fit to go by themselves their progeny ensured no Matriarch ever wandered without resources. They watched from the dark if they must though even the safehouses had limits.

So a pale shape thrums between buildings where Smudgie could stay hidden ensuring the royal drone's contract remained safe. Not close enough to impinge on Sonia's presence but just enough to see if threats had come. Smudgie wouldn't acknowledge her awareness if he didn't have to.

The setting changes from the-nagels to Van Leugen

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Doctor Andy Character Portrait: Sonia Hughes Character Portrait: Michael Munroe Character Portrait: Charlie Munroe Character Portrait: Victor Sammes Character Portrait: Rixton Nillies Disciples Character Portrait: Siobhan Lowery Character Portrait: O.S.I.R.I.S Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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Smudgie toiled ceaselessly for its temporary job serving drinks. He didn't drop drinks and the Gardeners didn't do alcohol. The glass mostly stunk to Smudgie as his hive's constitutions had no reaction to the stink drinks. Flyers were too high octane their livers burned it all out too quickly. The gyration and strobing made him distracted but to the darting eyes it was as slow motion as the drunkards thought it was. The blinking made his blood itch and the bartenders fed him vegetable slices whenever he came back for more deliveries. Bvetin's children could eat things the humans couldn't so he worked for the leftovers and good pay from the party Matriarch. The other task from the safe house was keeping an eye on the new false Matriarch around so many unknowns. That was its purpose now.

Smudgie moved through the crowd effortlessly through surprised legs if it had to. The drinks had to go where the bartender wished them to go. The music flowed over its aural plate and antennae the waves of distortion lensing in the air as its mind triangulated the point of sound.

Speakers rippled a lake of air just like its own tied to its chest dialed up to maximum when Smudgie offered up two glasses to a false Matriarch and her drone with his childish high-pitched voice, "I brought two drinks, false Matriarch! You order them!"

The people looked down at Smudgie and the false Matriarch reached down to rub his aural plate. She made staccato noises of pleasure as Smudgie listened to the ridges of her fingertips across his aural plate. He remembered the images her fingerprints drew onto his ears.

"Ohhhh! Those big eyes look just like my dog!", the false Matriarch beams.
"God that bug's ugly... you and that pug. Seriously! I need a drink.", the drone disrespectfully complained toward two Matriarchs.

The moment they had taken the glasses Smudgie's intentionally counterpoint visibility stopped. Loss of contrast and a quick launch up into the air he vanished upward taking the long way back to the bar. Though he took the long way to see if he could get a vantage point to see where Sonia was. It nevertheless didn't take nearly as long as someone working through the crowd.

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Doctor Andy Character Portrait: Sonia Hughes Character Portrait: Michael Munroe Character Portrait: Charlie Munroe Character Portrait: Victor Sammes Character Portrait: Rixton Nillies Disciples Character Portrait: Siobhan Lowery Character Portrait: O.S.I.R.I.S Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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Logic said never hit on a man's sister, especially when the man was armed, dangerous, and known for violence. JP just couldn't help himself, though. A Damn.. escaped his lips as Mike pointed her out. He cringed, hoping Mike didn't hear it, but he knew better. So he just chuckled, trying to play it off.

"She's fine, man. How the fuck did you come from the same genes?"

Khan had already stocked off, dragging Gerone with him. Despite being a bit slow, and seriously obese, Khan had a magical way with women, and Gerone was happy to pick up the sloppy seconds. It was their dynamic, and poor RND-Mike always got left behind, JP's lacky. Still, it was a happy occasion, and he lost himself in a near by crowd before going on the hunt to score some of "rich people stuff".

Over in the Medical pavilion, Osiris jumped into action. It's surprisingly easy to hack a private phone when you're a literal super computer, and it was pleased with it's work when Doctor Andy's phone buzzed. The soft voice belonging to the A.I filtering through the speaker. "Excuse the intrusion, Doctor. I know it's...Impolite? You humans say, to hack a phone, and then proceed to answer it myself, but! There's much work to be done." One of the Invictus docs stalked over to the man, dropping a medical kit at his feet.

"That's doctor Kamery. He'll be your..Uhm. Companion? For the day. I'm sorry, but we need all hands on deck, actively." It didn't even occur to Osiris that it didn't have authority over this man, but even if it had the A.I would've reasoned a doctor's willingness to save lives would kick in. Hopefully. "A group of three are overdosing on a new drug..'Slomo'." The screen of Andy's phone lit up with pictures of the drug, and it's chemical composition. "You, and Kamery are the nearest two doctors without active patience. This group has about..Four minutes until their lungs stop responding."

With that Osiris sent the exact GPS coordinates to both doctors, hoping they'd do what was needed.

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Doctor Andy Character Portrait: Sonia Hughes Character Portrait: Michael Munroe Character Portrait: Charlie Munroe Character Portrait: Victor Sammes Character Portrait: Rixton Nillies Disciples Character Portrait: Siobhan Lowery Character Portrait: O.S.I.R.I.S Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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"Motherfucker...Kamery! Someone's calling me about a group of three ODing on Slomo. We gotta move!" The Wing City transplant sprung into action as he had done so many times before with Gambit's Bar and the legendary shenanigans that happened there. "Brief me about this shit on the way, I'm not up on all the street drugs," he hastened to add as he got the stretchers ready, the better to bull their way through crowds. After all, he was the one with the coordinates courtesy of a mysterious voice.

"I'll lead the way, you just help me establish a perimeter and do triage! Just because I know what this junk is made of doesn't mean I know what it DOES!" Seconds counted, as the A.I. known as Osiris knew, and the makeshift ambulance was off, tearing through ravers left and right as his white coat billowed behind him like he was some kind of superhero. Damn it, Kris, I could really use a third person on this, he thought.

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Doctor Andy Character Portrait: Sonia Hughes Character Portrait: Michael Munroe Character Portrait: Charlie Munroe Character Portrait: Victor Sammes Character Portrait: Rixton Nillies Disciples Character Portrait: Siobhan Lowery Character Portrait: O.S.I.R.I.S Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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#, as written by Saarai
"I always thought I was the pretty one." Michael said to Jean-Paul, "One of my contacts in the PD has been telling me that kids have been going ham on that Slowmo, and the name caught on, by the way, you're going down in drug naming history. But, yeah, I guess everyone really likes feeling superhuman." The biker told JP.

"Gonna have to put a recommended dosage on this shit." He joked, waving to a passing police car. "No one committing any crimes here, officer. Not yet."

Sonia sighed, putting Siobhan's phone back down on the table. "Well, that's a better outcome than I thought we would get." She said to the detective, "Where did you get this?" Sonia asked, "Contacts in the TIB. I get around, they have some assets. Deep, deep cover assets." Siobhan answered.

"Your boy, John Izumi, is still alive and he's been back to Terra putting his hands in every cookie jar he can find. Doubt he's doing it on his own. I read his file. The kid isn't a leader, he's a killer though." Siobhan, "He's a good kid." Sonia said, prompting the detective to shrug.

"Whatever, word is he's gonna be back on Terra within the week." Siobhan informed Sonia, "Take care of him before he does anything crazy, or myself and the TIB will."

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Doctor Andy Character Portrait: Sonia Hughes Character Portrait: Michael Munroe Character Portrait: Charlie Munroe Character Portrait: Victor Sammes Character Portrait: Rixton Nillies Disciples Character Portrait: Siobhan Lowery Character Portrait: O.S.I.R.I.S Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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Victor just chuckled at Mary's "nailed it" pose. That chick was something, but a great giver of speeches wasn't it. He had been almost worried he'd be outshone, after all she had charisma, but it fell a little flat for the Jazz man. With graceful, confident strides he burst onto stage, and stood behind the podium. For a moment he just watched the crowd with a sly smile as applause started.

"A'ight, a'ight, a'ight!" He bellowed into the mic, voice as smooth as butter, and both hands up to silence the crowd. "Settle down people, settle down. Much as I love the adoration, I'm gettin' paid to say a few words. So let a man speak, you hear?" He made sure to chuckle, to seen all fun, and games. Some of the crowd followed the lead.

He postured for a moment, letting a brief silence wash over the crowd. When he finally spoke it was in a solemn tone. "First off I have to say, the fine madam Mary Phnix was right, a few years ago people would've thought this impossible. A few months ago they would've. Last week they probably did." A sigh escaped him, and he averted his eyes to the podium. "I have to admit, I'm one of them, and before you boo me let me explain."

He looked back up at the crowd, fire in his eyes.

"I was born here. In The Nillies. I was raised here, I lived here almost my whole life. I felt it, the piss, the shit, the cops stepping on necks just because the crooks hadn't hit you up first. Nothin' worked for nobody unless you were hurting people. I felt it, I lived it, but I also felt something else..Something better." He nodded, his smile returning. "I felt the soul of a city. The souls of all the people stuck under someone's bullshit, enduring being called trash, enduring the reputation Van Leugen had acquired because of the few. The corrupt."

The people responded in cheer, and again he silenced them.

"I thought something like this would never happen, even last week, because while the few are few, they're powerful. Too powerful. I should know. A few days ago, the night of a performance I had booked at the Nashtons, somebody tried to take my life. Broad daylight, on the street. Wasn't no thug, either. Fancy suit, fancy gun." He paused to let the gasps of the gathering echo. "Somebody, somewhere, doesn't want us to do this. Doesn't want us to celebrate who we are, what we are! They don't want us to feel pride!"

Victor paused, locking eyes with anyone in the front row of the crowd.

"Well, I say FUCK 'EM!" he roared, the crowd repeating it with gusto. "Let's get this festival goin'!" With that a near by Alt-Rock band flipped the switch on some amps, and went into full swing.
Osiris chirped up as Andy began to book it, the AI's soothing voice calm, if not metallic, as ever. "The designer drug designated 'Slowmo' is rather new on the market. It's a very complex chemical compound. It seems to be a sort of reversal of Heroin. Time seems to slow for the user because the body, and mind are sent into overdrive." It paused, adjusting the volume on the doc's phone to be heard better over the crowd.

Narcan wouldn't work, and Adrenaline will most likely kill the victim. Administering a dose of Heroin, ironically enough, may stabilize the patient, in a sense. Similar to an 'Eight Ball'. Or...It may kill them."
JP was quite thankful for Mike's reaction, and patted the man on the cheek. "You pretty alright, compared to a Bulldog." He then glanced around, an audible huh sound escaping his lips. "I gotta admit I'm curious as fuck. Where's the Money Gang at? Gotta ask them about that name.."

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Character Portrait: Phinx Munroe Character Portrait: Doctor Andy Character Portrait: Sonia Hughes Character Portrait: Michael Munroe Character Portrait: Charlie Munroe Character Portrait: Victor Sammes Character Portrait: Rixton Nillies Disciples Character Portrait: Siobhan Lowery Character Portrait: O.S.I.R.I.S Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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Smudgie flit and darted between the spotlights a low thrumm overhead bombing the attentive with their order. Identifying people in a crowd from commlink faces among the wavering dim light was harder than normal but a blinking reflective layer in his eyes worked quite well in tandem with acuity. Others he hovered overhead to rest back feet on their shoulders while windy and thrumming above to gain attention. He had a rope tether for six of them it was about the most he could carry and still turn well.

Constant erratic duty was perfect for Smudgie who enjoyed the service of a false Matriarch of bounty if only for a short while. Her deliveries slowed once the band set into motion the attention of all fixed primarily on the stage. His last work as the false matriarch dismissed him was delivering a small cold supply of water to the stage. The false Matriarch smiled and rubbed his aural plate with her hands since she knew where to send payment. He verified the noises her finger ridges made against his skull and satisfied with a job well done hauled the heavy package of 16 in a lazy curve to the side of the stage. He surprised a stage hand by walking over from a wall but took the package to complete Smudgie's work.

Though now from his his vantage point outside the glare of stage lights Smudgie spied someone rushing away in a white coat. They had a stretcher. Was it a healer caste? Abnormalities near the Jaunt's false Matriarch are for watching! The small bug rocketed off high above the lights taking a grey shade of the sky onto its skin. It rather looked like a flying tangle of rope thrumming over doctor Andy's head as a result.

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Character Portrait: Doctor Andy Character Portrait: Sonia Hughes Character Portrait: Michael Munroe Character Portrait: Rixton Nillies Disciples Character Portrait: Siobhan Lowery Character Portrait: O.S.I.R.I.S Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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"We are the Money Gang." Michael told Jean-Paul, "Well, the Lost Breed is one part of the Money Gang. We're several very close, very friendly, organizations who all came together to make some motherfucking money." The biker said, "At a certain point, you realize you don't need to live this gangster shit. You need to monetize this gangster shit." Michael continued.

He raised his chin towards Siobhan and Sonia, the two women stepping out of the restaurant not far away. "I know the black chick too. Kind of. She works with my sisters. Jamaican-British. I like that. And older. I like that." Ugly Mike said with a chuckle.

"My pager's been going off, but I'll see you around. Call in that favor." Siobhan said to Sonia, "I dread that day." Sonia joked, the two women embracing in a hug. "Affection burns my skin, but I'll work through it for you." Siobhan said, her pager beeping again.

She didn't even look at it before groaning and turning to walk away, "Good luck with that egghead shit!" Siobhan called out, making her away across the street.

The detective found herself stepping inside a medical tent, another detective already waiting inside. "This way." He said, leading the woman to the young people overdosing.

"That new drug." The detective explained, keeping his distance from Andy. "I heard some rumblings. It's really new. And really popular." Siobhan said.

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Character Portrait: Doctor Andy Character Portrait: Sonia Hughes Character Portrait: Michael Munroe Character Portrait: Rixton Nillies Disciples Character Portrait: Siobhan Lowery Character Portrait: O.S.I.R.I.S Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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Well, it was the only option he had so far. "You! Hey, you, with the nosebleed! Can you spare some blow? I got some dudes tripping on slowmo, and if they don't get some they'll die!" Andrew felt dirty just asking for stuff like this, but time was of the essence, plus it seemed that in a place like Van Leugen such street pharmacies would be the best he could ask for.

It wasn't easy, and some cash did change hands, but eventually Andy came running back with the white powder. "Uh, Kamery, not sure how you administer this stuff while they're unconscious. You got them stable while I was out scoring coke, yeah? And yes, that technically makes me a criminal, but we've got no time to quibble about that. Help me get this shit in their bloodstream!" Already he was preparing a liquid solution to inject before getting a clean needle ready, as having them snort it was not an option here given that they were already unresponsive. "You there, with the beads! I need an extra set of hands! Do CPR on that one! If their ribs don't crack, you aren't doing it hard enough!"

Man, it was like working in the ER, but with more dreadlocks.

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Character Portrait: Doctor Andy Character Portrait: Sonia Hughes Character Portrait: Michael Munroe Character Portrait: Rixton Nillies Disciples Character Portrait: Siobhan Lowery Character Portrait: O.S.I.R.I.S Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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Smudgie's mind raced while flying above the medic and then he stopped on walls and windows as he followed Andy around. Balanced on a knife edge Smudgie's endocrine system held a smooth if breakneck pace to fuel neuromuscular systems of a large creature for flight. What was he doing? Where was he going? Oh! To the people. They weren't doing anything. Were there hostiles? No, There weren't any soldier looking humans around. An unknown sickness? I should ask!

Smudgie landed a short distance away and darted toward Andy braking hard at a meter or so. Skin color changed from its pastel sky shade to something high visiblity to what was behind it. The small eyes ringing its head informed of what was there. The intelligence caste's antennae shot out straight backward its eyes dilated hard from recent flight but slowly contract. His pass-through lungs made a rapid fire huff noise at the exhausts on his side.

What seemed like normal pace to Smudgie was very machine-gun through a communicator and FM Tranciever on his chest until his blood eased down, "WHATAREYOUDOING?ARETHEYBROKEN?CanIhelp?Icanpress chests of humans.I hope it's not disease!"

The setting changes from van-leugen to The Damodred Mansion

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Character Portrait: Penny Sattely Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin Character Portrait: Forna Big-Hat

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A borosilicate bulb on a retardant metal cable was the object that shattered a distant window. Inside a mixture of marshmallows and vegetables bounced across the floor. Very small holes around the anchor let the sweet smell out and kept dirt from getting in.

Outside, Smudgie a creature wrapped in a fire-retardant blanket took up some of the cable by a winch on his giant metal fishing pole. He might not be a good stabber but he still has good strong arms! Couldn't roast the food without drying out Smudgie's wings. He had to keep his distance! Food had to be up close. He had a solution!

"YAY FIRE! COOK SMUDGIE'S DINNER! FIREFIREFIREFIRE! MARSHMELLOWBROCCOLI!", yelled the plated high-octane creature his blood currently on fire with its own naturally produced narcotic. Though their metabolism burnt hot it was built to take the punishment.

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Character Portrait: Penny Sattely Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin Character Portrait: Forna Big-Hat

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Forna smiled as she took the Pyre Queens hand. Her threat was as empty and yet how could she know? How could the now empowered arsonist know that it was only a simple matter to remove what was given with such ease that it was almost comically sad.

"Then child I shall let you play for now." The opulent witch in purple chided whilst ruefully smiling. "But as for....." Forna suddenly trailed off as something offputting seemed to catch her attention. Her eyes began to search the endless web of entangled fates and possibilities only to find herself gazing upon the image of a strange looking creature. Though she was not present to see the excited emotion of the overly sized bugs joy there was only one thing she could say in order to make sense of this event.

"Marshmellowbroccoli......how quant....."


Forna turned his attention to her staff and gave it two light taps upon the ground before suddenly vanishing from sight. She had many places to be and little time to get all of her work done. She was going to need to raise a small army if her task would ever be accomplished, that or a few good men and women.

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Character Portrait: Penny Sattely Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin Character Portrait: Forna Big-Hat

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In the distance, a Chimera Transport refurbished with a cryogenic liquid rushed over to where they responded to a fire emergency. The crew was a standard 12 man squad, however a Sactioned Psyker was also with them after the city was invaded by a demonic threat. As the crew arrived, the Psyker could feel a presence, the familiar feeling of Tzeentch.

Chaos was responsible for the fire. And with that he warned the others as they were busy putting out the fire. "Beware...I...I can feel chaos nearby!....I can hear it!..." The psyker warned. The guardsman uneved by this kept watch as they put out the fire.

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Character Portrait: Penny Sattely Character Portrait: Commisar Ciaphas Cain Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin Character Portrait: Forna Big-Hat

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Smudgie started reeling in his meal as the firefighters arrive. He didn't want to eat all that liquid stuff they put out fires with! The whirr of the winch buzzed as his fast arms reeled in the ball as fast as they could. There already was a guard giving him an evil eye.

Antennae shot up along with a shotgun explanation from the speaker strapped to the bottom plate of his head behind the mandible. The voice had the compression of shouting the stimulant-fueled bug couldn't regulate his volume this excited, "I DIDN'T BURN IT. WE'RE NOT ALLOWED TO PLAY WITH FIRE! ISTILLWANTHOTFOOD!"

The VREEE of the rapid winching continued even as Smudgie wasn't looking at what he was doing. The ball bounced and skidded across the lawn a black translucent ball with some green and brown material inside. A thin steam emerged from holes near the top.

The setting changes from the-damodred-mansion to Gambit's Bar

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Character Portrait: Master Character Portrait: Hadriel Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin Character Portrait: Shiro Hope

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With Juant off seeing about getting them a home and after convincing the police force he didn't actually set that mansion on fire Smudgie needed a job. Still they were rather unhappy about it cooking food in a burning building. Roasted marshmellow vegetables were hard to cook when the safe house couldn't afford an oven! So he got a job at a bar in another city while the police cooled off. Smudgie got experience delivering them at the Van Leugen festival so he got a nice soft corner to sleep in, decent pay, and all the carrot slices he needed to keep going. Surveillance children of Bvetin burnt hot!

All Bvetin's children were homeless for now maybe staff just took pity on the poor if useful bug with a profound need to be at work.

The floor often proved a little hazardous so Smudgie had taken to carrying drinks upside down on the ceiling. There was even a beam close enough to the bar he could take orders from! It was kinda quiet right now until the strange man arrived. Endocrine systems inside the bug started pumping out amphetamines into his bloodstream. His organs were built to take it but the voice box ran a little in the red until he got control darting across the room across the beam, "HI WELCOMETOGAMBITS! CAN I GeT You anything?!"

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Character Portrait: Master Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Hadriel Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin Character Portrait: Shiro Hope

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Sitting off to the far side of the bar, Remilia held a glass of wine in one hand as she watched the inhabitants go about their daily business. A new year meant more of the same, especially considering the fact that she has lived so long.

Lifting her drink with a small nod, she grinned. "Happy New Year to you all." With that, she took a drink. "Let us celebrate the night away.

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Character Portrait: Master Character Portrait: Mero Character Portrait: Vipteri Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Hadriel Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin Character Portrait: Shiro Hope

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It had been a while, many years possibly ? It didnt matter. the woman in black and red entered the bar and took a seat at it; she planned to get hammered, her sisters drove her crazy and she still waited for a delivery to be made for her personal needs. But for now she planned to get hammered out of her mind

She smiled seeing the hooded man, Master. Now she had someone to share a toast with. But where was someone to get her a drink ?

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Character Portrait: Master Character Portrait: Mero Character Portrait: Vipteri Character Portrait: Remilia Scarlet Character Portrait: Hadriel Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin Character Portrait: Shiro Hope

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The hooded figure seemed that he didn't want anything after the bug waited so very long. At least he hadn't moved much since he sat down. Near to one minute later smudgie was already incredibly bored. Atennae bobbled as Smudgie tilted his head at Master then made a twirling leap away toward the floor to get to Vipteri's table. He made a mental note to find a mop to clean the mess draining out of the walls as he went by. Pigment pockets in his hide changed, though in grayscale, to be inverse to his environment so that he was noticeable by the false Matriarch. His blood ramped up hard with movement.

Smudgie's hard stops clacked loudly against the rough floor, "HI WELCOMETOGAMBITS! CAN I GeT You anything?!"

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Character Portrait: Vipteri Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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Seeing what had to have been what her mother referred to as a Gardener, Vipteri smiled. First it was loud, then it spoke normal tones, sweet and gentle like too! She smiled again. Her soft yet cearly regal voice spoke. "I would like some meat if you can get it, also a really strong ale. And also some greens for yourself, my treat" She said simply. She was in a good mood and seeing Smudgie only made her even more in a good giving mood too! So she was pretty much offering to feed him, or it was inviting him to dinner, either one

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Character Portrait: Vipteri Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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As his inverted camouflage shimmered from excitement Smudgie clapped his hands together machinegun style. His blood ramped at a hair's trigger but Smudgie was reasonably focused, "THANK YOU FaLsE Matriarch! I'M AlWaYs So hungry! We have some venison stew!"

Smudgie 's cloak of obviousness turned back to camouflage in a pulse that updated from the forehead out. Grayscale smudgie looked like a filter on the world his distinction of shading removed. It perturbed slightly breaking the effect as he moved between legs and his subconscious flitted between the nearest pairs of eyes along his prodigious field of vision. The intel caste's agility was most certainly very adroit spindly legs danced around and through other humans as they walked. Some noticed the scuffing of his tarsal claws on the floor but he'd already disappeared into the kitchen.

Smudgie came out with his two pairs of wings holding a pumpkin and a bowl of venison stew his cloak of obviousness returned. The bowl smelled of spices even from here a soft but sharp flavor from the gardener homeworld. Their resources followed them wherever their home was. Smudgie had them send boxes of little vials of dried plants from whatever the xenobiologists could get to grow in their soil. The biologists didn't produce enough for sale but it was more than enough to send to children of the Matriarchy that wanted it.

Smudgie leans his body up on his two back feet to put the hot bowl down on the table. It tasted bitter at first, something like coffee venison, until glycoprotiens in the spice changed flavor receptors for a spicy-sweet taste. It rather tasted like dessert changed into dinner food but not nearly as sugary. Smudgie clambered into a chair and put his pumpkin down. Ridged mandibles around his mouth cut and smashed the pumpkin readily but didn't shed a drop of moisture. It vanished into the porous mandibles.

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Character Portrait: Vipteri Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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Vipteri stared, did the Gardener say vension ? She wondered, the smell he brought back with him made her nod happy, Yep, VVension, how did he know she wanted deer meat ? Was it because she was a cat ? Nah, couldnt be it, she smiled however and simply tookthe compliment of false matriarch as simply that, a compliment, or a means of servitude the Gardner possessed, truth be told Vipteri was next in line to become Empress of a small empire, but truth be told, she didnt want it

When Smudgie joined her at table she too started eating, the stew was heavenly! After a buit of quiet eating she spoke anew "Mother spoke highly of a race of beings, she called them Gardners, would that be your people ?"

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Character Portrait: Vipteri Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin

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Smudgie's voice didn't falter as it smashed through seeds and pulp of a pumpkin the size of its own head. Sat across from the winged Gardener as it spoke the sound is apparent that his voice actually came from a speaker tethered just behind the base of his antennae.

Smudgie's voice is unbroken calm while his face smashes rectangular holes through the gourd, "Yes I'm a Gardener! I was born to High Matriarch Bvetin! We watch the false Matriarchs near here. Since Jaunt is offering to our trade partner I'm all alone for now. Nobody to watch. But we know. The watchers know many things we tell to Matriarch Thothess!"

Looking up Smudgie's voice adds with sparks of fervor, "Matriarch Thothess likes PARCHMENT! Smudgie wants TO BuY onE of the dataslate.. thINGIES. Smudgie is too poor right now."

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Character Portrait: Vipteri Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin Character Portrait: Amaya Rose

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Smudgie waved at the False Matriarch and her stubby antennae. Maybe they spoke shorter quietus! Shorter Quietus made a funny noise in his head when the Matriarch used it. Smudgie saw the writing notebook and was excited to see what might be a false Matriarch of intelligence. One side of smudgie's wings went from idle to swinging then started to pick up speed as he basically yelled to Amaya, "HI, FALSE MATRIARCH! WELCOME TO GAMBIT'S!"

Smudgie looked at Vipteri then made an effort to regain his composure enough for his wings to stop and his side to land, "I CaAaAaan get you drinks if you need them! Are you allowed, false Matriarch?"

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Character Portrait: Vipteri Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Anaphiel Autem Bonum

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Anaphiel enters the establishment, appearing quite enthused about the concept of getting served in an area with such a reputation. After taking a quick view of the surroundings, he approaches a nearby empty table and sits down. He awkwardly adjusts his cloak so that he could sit down comfortably. Once he has settled into the seat, Anaphiel begins waiting for the staff to take his order by doing several small things to pass the time, such as humming a small song or messing with the sleeve of his cloak.

When a someone, whom he presumed was a member of the staff arrives, his smile noticeably widens and he says,"Hello there! I am Anaphiel."

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Character Portrait: Vipteri Character Portrait: Snowbund Character Portrait: Kinara Character Portrait: 'Smudgie' Bvetin Character Portrait: Amaya Rose

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Vipteri smiled as Smudgie spoke of how he had no money, well, she knew a way to get him some, perhaps she could be of help. So she spoke her mind simply saying "I think I can help with that" If his Matriarch wanted dataslates, even some datapads, whatever needed actually, she could help him get them for no cost or even any debt to her, being a Princess had its perks

The door opened and a jedi walked in, well, the feline critter on two legs had a pair of lightsabers on her belt, and was dress more like a dancing girl with a long dark green and light green skirt, the slate grey fur covered her skin of what was seen, and her face bore strange feline markings, Long black hair framed her face. The woman had need of a strong as possible drink

The week was strange to be sure for this woman, She needed a drink, a strong one. Snowbund had something she never thought a Jedi could have. A family. First her own aunt Awinita Oduress a Jedi Master, and mother of her own master at the temple, Odianark Oduress, who was her cousin! And the Cathar she had grown up with in the temple as a child was her own twin brother And all this time she thought she was an only child

It didnt matter, she learned as well that she had two younger sisters, also training to be jedi coupled with the loss of Master Din...

In short, Snowbund needed a drink. A strong one