Skully the Grave Reminder
The Bloodred Dillema
Age: 2 years, 7 months, 2 weeks
Born: April 4th, 2017
Adopted: 1 year, 7 months, 5 days ago
Adopted: April 15th, 2018
This pet has been nominated for the Pet Spotlight!
- Level: 40
- Strength: 114
- Defense: 102
- Speed: 101
- Health: 100
- HP: 100/100
- Intelligence: 87
- Books Read: 86
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Recyclables Washer
A bulky dillema strode into the bar, followed by a large, mechanical bumbus. Tramp looked at his glass and downed the contents. Putting the glass down, he noticed Mikky had somehow gotten all the way to the other corner of the bar, seemingly paying attention only to the bottles she was dusting. He could see her eyes darting about, though, constantly watching what was happening around her. Mikky was notorious about not wanting to get involved, and while she would suffer the neutral Mafia making appearances in her bar, she would stay out of the way as much as possible.
“Barkeep! Two of your best scotch!” Roared the dilemma. “And, oh, one for the pretty lady sitting back there, you should come here and let us show you a good time, not sit with that snoozefest-”
He and Tramp made eye contact. The dillema’s eyes narrowed. Tramp jumped off his stool, and leaned lazily against the bar, instead. “I think the lady is enjoying herself just fine, Nando,” he said. Nando. he sighed. He hadn't wanted to run into him so early in his investigation. The dillema was a thug for the Neutral mafia, and one that was surprisingly highly ranked. 'And too dumb to even remember his last name,’ thought Tramp to himself.
“After all, she just lost her husband, I don't think she wants to be sitting with his killer right now,” he continued. Cosette let out a gasp, and he heard some rattling bottles that implied Mikky had knocked them over.
“You talking about Lou?” replied Nando, “I heard that he’d bit it, but it ain't on me and I sure don't like accusations like that. But if I’d known he’d had such a pretty wife, I might have helped him along a little bit sooner.” He leered at Cosette.
Tramp retorted, “oh, so a sale falls through with the guy, he chases you outta here and you just let him go? You're losing your touch, Nando.”
“The sale went just fine,” sneered the dillema. “I dunno where he went after we left, but it sure wasn't anywhere near us. Maybe the bakery, he sure was keen on that place. Just ask old Clacky here, he follows me everywhere, you know.”
Nando slapped the mechanical bumbus accompanying him across the back. Tramp cringed discreetly, then walked towards the big dilemma.
“Well, Nando, when you remember where old Lou went, you’ll let me know, won't you? We’re done here,” Tramp said, trying to contain a sneer. “Cosette?”
The archan hurried towards him, but Nando stuck a massive arm in front of her before she could reach the door.
“You're a real pretty lady,” Nando rumbled. “Anytime you want some company just come find me. Your husband won't mind,” he then roared with laughter.
“Get it, get it? He won't mind 'cause he’s dead!” He wheezed.
Suave Classic Fedora
Survivors Last Cigar
Sleek Mafia Cut
Anyu Brass Knuckles
Bloodied Gray Handkerchief
Hustler Money Clip
Stack of Cash Plushie
Rusty Cigar Tin
Bloodred Golem Bloodied Metal Claws
Severed Goat Head
Empty Beer Bottle
Gunmetal Bullet Shells
Sawed Off Double Barrel Shotgun
Sawed Off Double Barrel Shotgun with Machete
Winsome Rogue Gun Holsters
Large Gutting Knife