[TEXT] Four (Five Seconds)

[pummelgranite]

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Security. Powered.
Bartender. Powered.
Professional choreographer, experience with necromancy a plus
Professional necromancer
Architectural consultant- power and necromancy experience still probably a plus


Inquire by falling to your knees screaming in tongues and ripping out your hair, replying to this posting, or DMing Constantine

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[pummelgranite]

[ She arcs backwards, walking over her hands and then back on her feet again. Where she was, now stands a solid wall of vines. ]


Seriously? Fire, robot, and robot fire and this is still the best you can do?

[bonding_moment]

[Keith scowls in frustration when he gets his feet under him again, keeping his bayard out and coated in flames.]

What the hell did you want—everything razed to cinders?

[pummelgranite]

[ She... stops to think about it. ]


Well, not right now.

[bonding_moment]

[That. Sure was a response.]

When would you want it?

[pummelgranite]

Not right now.

[bonding_moment]

That's not a real answer.

[pummelgranite]

Uh. Yeah it is.

[bonding_moment]

If you're looking to hire people, you need to be up front about stuff like that.

[pummelgranite]

I have no immediate plans to raze anything.

[bonding_moment]

Well don't get any! I don't want to kill anyone.

[Except Galrans, probably.]

[pummelgranite]

That's fine.

[bonding_moment]

Okay. ...Good.

[pummelgranite]

Anyway. I guess you were alright. Talk to John if you want a job.

[bonding_moment]

You mean that Constantine guy?

[pummelgranite]

Uh huh.

[bonding_moment]

Alright. I'll look him up.