text, @TARANTO, day after the saloon fire

[heavyhitter]

hey guys guess what: blankets!!! me and TF to the fucking rescue, we rustled up like 40 of these bad boys
super cozy, some nice patterns. one of them has a robot wolf on it
it was also all entirely legal

they're ALMOST free, all you gotta do is tell me a story then come get one (i'm by those spiky ass fat plants that bleed if you knock them over)

also since i have 40 and there's more than 40 of us, i guess also pick someone to get cozy with

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[heavyhitter]

why would i make that my price if i did, come on

[digiorno]

[Ah. A good idea. Ramir is a genius. But he knew that already. He pulls off his bracelet as well, tucking it away in a pocket before snuggling back into the blanket.]

Well obviously. Nobody else should have even tried, really.

[And then Giorno gets a look that is fairly infamous in the shady corners of Napoli by this point. It's the Nosy Look™.]

Who gets the kitten blanket?

[heavyhitter]

yeah what a shame looks like i wasn't cut out to be TOO goodly huh

[heavyhitter]

probably a good idea
never tried it but pawing through your own shit doesn't really sound like a great time

ok keep going

[heavyhitter]

[ Oh, she definitely knows a look like that; she recognizes it from the mirror. If this kid is a fellow gossiper, she's gonna love him just that much more. ]

Sigma. He's... [ She glances around, looking for the familiar silhouette, and... fails to find him in the immediate area. Oh well. ] He's somewhere around here. Tall, dark hair, incredibly American but still really easy on the eyes.

[dishearten]

as close to a brother as I've ever had.

( this sorta thing happens when you're raised by wolves, Ramir, ok )

[heavyhitter]

alright but you didn't both come out of the same vagina right
i'd have a lot of questions if you did

[dishearten]

family doesn't have to be decided by blood.
wolves took me in when I was small. adopted, if you will.

[heavyhitter]

trust me, i know
but oh my god, seriously? how old were you?

[endeudado]

Yeah, seriously.

[ Gross, but sometimes you do what you gotta... ]

Alright, so where was I? The smoke stack, right? So Inej climbs to the top and lowers the rope down for everyone. We make it out and now we're on the roof of the prison sector, but some of us still have to break into the palace.

I was working the getaway plan, so I don't know all the details for how the next part went down. On my end of the job it was me and Wylan, our sweet little demo expert. We had to infiltrate the gate we'd be using to make our escape. Or more accurately, making sure that gate closed permanently so no one else could follow us out. We ran into a bit of trouble but ours was definitely the simplest part of the plan. Kaz, Matthias, Inej and Nina were tasked with infiltrating the party and finding Bo Yul-Bayur.

[ And a lot of stuff happened but Jesper legit does not know because Kaz didn't tell him...... ]

Once Wylan and I triggered Black Protocol and closed the gate up permanently, we met up with everyone else to make our escape. It turns out Bo Yul-Bayur was dead and we ended up kidnapping his son, Kuwei Yul-Bo. But I guess he knew enough about parem that the Fjerdans were still holding him hostage anyway. [ Here's a pause for him to shrug. ]

Anyway, so the only way out for the palace crew was through a tree with this spring underneath it, which was apparently also their god or something? Things were happening really fast. Inej had gotten separated from the group but me and Wylan saved her. And we stole a tank on our way out, because why not, right?

[ When you see a tank, you just gotta steal it. ]

So all of us meet up outside, got in the tank, crossed the bridge out of the island the Ice Court was on, then blew the bridge up to cover our escape. All we had to do was ride pretty all the way to our ship waiting for us in the city and we were in the clear. The end.

[ He definitely cut out any and all complications from that story, sorry, Ramir. ]

[scarredhorns]

I'll keep that in mind when I come to see you for a blanket.

There aren't many stories that I know, but I'll try my best!

[heavyhitter]

oh my god a fucking tank
i really like your style, all your style

but that's not TOTALLY the end, what'd you spend the loot on? that's important

[gutpunching]

Sounds like green's just not your color.

[It's been Done to Death anyway, lets be real.]

Don't worry, I don't think anyone's getting the wrong idea.

[God forbid she comes off as too goodly. (He doesn't even have to skim through the responses to make that bet.)]

[digiorno]

Oh, well. That makes up for it.

[The American-ness. It makes up for the American-ness. Which is nearly a deal-breaker.]

Point him out to me sometime. Unless I see him first because he's wearing a kitten blanket as a cape. [That's a thing Americans do, he's pretty sure.]

[endeudado]

I wish that was the end of the story but.

[ HAHA... Awkward... laugh... ]

We actually got cheated out of the loot we were promised. The damn mercher pulled a fast one on us and tried to have us all killed so he could bury the whole job. Turns out he never told the Merchant Council about what we were doing, and he had his own grisha on parem so that caught us all off guard. If Kaz hadn't swapped Kuwei with Wylan at the last second, we would've been screwed for sure.

So this merch, Jan Van Eck, threatens to rat us out to the Merchant Council and claim we kidnapped Kuwei Yul-Bo against his will. (We didn't, by the way.) But even though things were looking pretty bad before we left, I'm sure Kaz could come up with something to get our money and get back at Van Eck, as well as clear our names.

That's just, uh, what we were in the middle of before I showed up here.

[dishearten]

hard to say
walking, talking? but young enough I don't remember anyone but the wolves.

[pummelling]

the pelvis probably stayed

[the pelvis definitely stayed.]

Yeah, he was. VERY long story but there was some trickery involved and the sorceror was a huge liar. I got 90% of this from a friend of mine who was Scorpion's student.

[webdesigned]

and his heart grew three sizes that day and he handed them over for the benefit of the team
at this rate i'm gonna owe you a blanket

( get it, bc it's a story, and he's not buying it??? oh well, Spider-Man isn't exactly on the straight and narrow all the time, either, so he's not gonna protest too hard. especially when he's seriously cold. )

you remember when i watched a screaming scary baby alien all night and you said you'd owe me one?
i think that deserves 2 blankets. and i'm here to cash in

[slushfund]

(hiruma is perfectly comfortable with washing his own blanket. first he'll find some vinegar.)

Save the pussycat the real weird experience of getting milked for its dribbles, maybe just talking to them might work.

(a wink from below.)

[heavyhitter]

[ She snorts. She wouldn't put it past him, which is one of the reasons she likes him so much. ]

I'll tell him to make himself obvious. And honestly, he usually is -- if he's not in the cape then just look for the guy taking orders from Pepper, the fat tabby cat.

[heavyhitter]

yeah i guess pelvis too was too much to hope for

anyway that's pretty fucking awesome, i'm gonna give you goriest story award
that's probably worth the armadillo blanket, i'd say

[heavyhitter]

oh shit! all that and it doesn't even end there

but yeah i'm sure it'll work out when you get back, like you said, you got a guy who barfs up lock picks and explosives on your side

[pummelling]

It was probably too messy for him to get the pelvis. I've met Hanzo three whole times and the second time he told me off for putting a cup on a table without a coaster. He's kind of a stick in the mud. Got his skin back recently so he's not a flaming skull head anymore, though, so there's that

[will the wonders of #mortalkombatlife never cease]

Hah! Gotta love having Shirai Ryu friends. Thanks.

[heavyhitter]

What, to the cat? Won't do any good, she's a terrible listener.

[ haha she's hilarious. She shifts, plucking up a bag that's not too far off on her blanket-throne, and digs through it for a moment. She comes out with a little white plastic bottle, and tosses it underhanded down at him. ]

Here, use that. Works on anything.

[heavyhitter]

hey does this mean you can howl