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CompanionNouveau téléphone qui est ce
Strutting as proud as he could, his shoulder bashed into more peoples’ shoulder than it should have. Luckily for Maarschalk, the shoulders he bumped into belonged to the weak and inferior. Nobody objected, all he received was dirty looks from the plebeians of Era. Today was a good day at that.
The state.
Or the kingdom or whatever?
Whoever the fuck.
Gave him money, money for minding the affairs of others, and indirectly -- or directly should I say save the town of Era. He already had set up a budget for this money.
1,000,000 jewels:
A mental note was made of the things he budgeted for; certainly, he already went over-budget -- but what weirdo is grabbing their calculator to see if that's true, right? You wouldn't do such a thing, would you? By making his way downtown, one shoulder that bumped into his was quite subtle -- like the movements of a thief, this snake moved against and around Maarschalk simultaneously. He hadn't noticed, since his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of spending the money. After making his way into a coffee shop he noticed a note that wasn't in his pocket before.
Had he been reverse-pickpocketed?
A reverse pickpocket is an act which a thief places an item in the pockets of someone else -- usually this is done with evidence of a murder, like someone laying a bloody knife in your apartment.
By folding open the note and simultaneously holding up everyone behind him in the coffee shop, Maarschalk looked down at the notes that were scribbled on it.
&&CALL: --name redacted-- 13 374206 9&&
Oh cool, that's very nice. Now he needed an apparatus that would allow him to enable telecommunication and he should be set. The young whippersnappers have one on them pretty much always, don't they?
Maarschalk walked out the coffee store, the line behind him got mad -- good thing his ignorance was vast enough to allow him to ignore those people.
He was looking for one of those, 'phone'-stores.
And luckily, a familiar face appeared.
The state.
Or the kingdom or whatever?
Whoever the fuck.
Gave him money, money for minding the affairs of others, and indirectly -- or directly should I say save the town of Era. He already had set up a budget for this money.
1,000,000 jewels:
| 550,000 | new condo |
| 250,000 | bitches |
| 150,000 | sexual massage(s) |
| 50,000 | drugs |
| 50,000 | booze |
| 50,000 | butler |
| 50,000 | chef |
A mental note was made of the things he budgeted for; certainly, he already went over-budget -- but what weirdo is grabbing their calculator to see if that's true, right? You wouldn't do such a thing, would you? By making his way downtown, one shoulder that bumped into his was quite subtle -- like the movements of a thief, this snake moved against and around Maarschalk simultaneously. He hadn't noticed, since his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of spending the money. After making his way into a coffee shop he noticed a note that wasn't in his pocket before.
Had he been reverse-pickpocketed?
A reverse pickpocket is an act which a thief places an item in the pockets of someone else -- usually this is done with evidence of a murder, like someone laying a bloody knife in your apartment.
By folding open the note and simultaneously holding up everyone behind him in the coffee shop, Maarschalk looked down at the notes that were scribbled on it.
&&CALL: --name redacted-- 13 374206 9&&
Oh cool, that's very nice. Now he needed an apparatus that would allow him to enable telecommunication and he should be set. The young whippersnappers have one on them pretty much always, don't they?
Maarschalk walked out the coffee store, the line behind him got mad -- good thing his ignorance was vast enough to allow him to ignore those people.
He was looking for one of those, 'phone'-stores.
And luckily, a familiar face appeared.
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