to: everyone

[righteously]

testing 1 2 3
can you hear me now?
good

I'm looking for somebody who knows how to handle a sword
preferably somebody better than the mooks in the training yard
for teaching purposes, just to be clear, not mercenary work
I'll pay if I gotta, money or favors

alternatively, anyone who knows how to get a friggin gun
doesn't seem like they're just handing those out at the barracks
six-shooter, lever-action, doesn't matter, I'll take whatever I can get my hands on

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[priestified]

All right, all right, taking a raincheck on the explosives. You're no fun. But hey, I think we're brain-linked now so you'll know where to find me yeah? It'll take a few weeks to bang something out good enough to take it for a test run.

He smites, too?

[righteously]

Likewise. I'll brain text you.
That, or if you're rolling around brain heaven and you spot a little bar called the Roadhouse, brain drinks are on me.

Mostly demons, yeah. When he's got the juice. He got cut off from home base a while back.

[priestified]

Now you're speaking my brain language, pal.

Well, that's a relief. You ever get the feeling that if someone were going around doing smitings you'd be the first one smote?

[righteously]

Oh, hells yeah. I'm what you might call an acquired taste. I'm numero uno on a crapton of of smite lists.

[priestified]

Now this I gotta hear. Tell me all about it over an imaginary old fashioned sometime, huh?

smh how did i miss that double word u saw nothing

[righteously]

Deal. I mix a hell of a cocktail.