Eden Blake
@buzzardhowls.bsky.social
Only in me will your stain ever live to be
Eden nods, pulling a piece of paper out of her pocket. "V made a huge list of things to get." Tucking the list away, the witch shrugs, "That's the plan. I just got lost." She lies, "V wouldn't tell me where the Combine is."
Alyona steps up into the back of the truck and looks inside, "all this in front is mine? Figured you'd wrap it better..." She looks back towards Eden, "Can you take this to the Combine gate? I don't want to stain my interior."
Eden groans after catching sight of an approaching car, mentally preparing herself for another round of questions when her phone buzzed. Checking the message, she unlocks the truck once the hunter steps out. "Most of it's yours. The ones at the back belong to Nilsson."
September 14, 2025 at 2:25 AM
Eden nods, pulling a piece of paper out of her pocket. "V made a huge list of things to get." Tucking the list away, the witch shrugs, "That's the plan. I just got lost." She lies, "V wouldn't tell me where the Combine is."
Eden groans after catching sight of an approaching car, mentally preparing herself for another round of questions when her phone buzzed. Checking the message, she unlocks the truck once the hunter steps out. "Most of it's yours. The ones at the back belong to Nilsson."
Alyona Camaro slowly creeps up to this impromptu meeting before stepping out of her car. She steps out and puts her arms on the open door, "I think that's mine, da?" She looks at the two red mages and shakes her head, "My delivery! I promise!"
Eden stared at Clely, "I'm not fun. It's a tragedy, really." Glancing at the truck, she once again answers with, "No. It's gross."
September 14, 2025 at 2:10 AM
Eden groans after catching sight of an approaching car, mentally preparing herself for another round of questions when her phone buzzed. Checking the message, she unlocks the truck once the hunter steps out. "Most of it's yours. The ones at the back belong to Nilsson."
Eden stared at Clely, "I'm not fun. It's a tragedy, really." Glancing at the truck, she once again answers with, "No. It's gross."
Clely starts to walk up clicking her sword on the ground, "Alouette, gentille alouette, Alouette, je te plumerai." She giggled stopping in front of them, "a family song. It's fun right? We're fun here." She grinned, "However my friend asked a questions. She would /just love/ to see what you have."
"No. Nooo don't help. No help needed."
September 14, 2025 at 1:45 AM
Eden stared at Clely, "I'm not fun. It's a tragedy, really." Glancing at the truck, she once again answers with, "No. It's gross."
"No. Nooo don't help. No help needed."
Clely taps her sword on the asphalt, "Do you need back up, Sierra?" Perhaps nipping things in the bud before they flowered was a good idea.
September 14, 2025 at 1:32 AM
"No. Nooo don't help. No help needed."
Eden looks at the truck, then back at Sierra, the smile still on her lips as she tells her, "No. It's too gross."
“Because you claim they’re a butcher. It’s good for business to tell me. I’ll go buy some pork and you’ll have more work.” She’s not even sure why she bothers “But clearly you aren’t delivering pork! Let me see inside the truck.”
"Let's say I do know who my client is, why should I tell you? Why should I trust you with their name?"
September 14, 2025 at 1:30 AM
Eden looks at the truck, then back at Sierra, the smile still on her lips as she tells her, "No. It's too gross."
"Let's say I do know who my client is, why should I tell you? Why should I trust you with their name?"
“Not your job—“ she’s actually too baffled to even hide it right now. “You most definitely need to know who you’re delivering to! You’re being really shady!” She’s just worried about the bugs safety
Eden shrugs. "Not my job to know the name. I just deliver the stuff."
September 14, 2025 at 1:19 AM
"Let's say I do know who my client is, why should I tell you? Why should I trust you with their name?"
Eden shrugs. "Not my job to know the name. I just deliver the stuff."
“Who’s the butcher? I’ll make sure to stop by.”
"I'm the delivery guy. You gotta get it from the butcher."
September 14, 2025 at 1:13 AM
Eden shrugs. "Not my job to know the name. I just deliver the stuff."
"I'm the delivery guy. You gotta get it from the butcher."
This woman is too suspicious.
“So if I want to buy some pork, I can get it from you?”
“So if I want to buy some pork, I can get it from you?”
Eden mirrors the squint, then she smirks and sighs again. "Pig."
September 14, 2025 at 1:10 AM
"I'm the delivery guy. You gotta get it from the butcher."
Eden mirrors the squint, then she smirks and sighs again. "Pig."
Squints harder. “Cold cuts. Of what exactly? Turkey?”
"...cold cuts."
September 14, 2025 at 1:05 AM
Eden mirrors the squint, then she smirks and sighs again. "Pig."
"...cold cuts."
“Stuff?” She squints “What kind of stuff?”
"Okay." Eden sighs and puts her gun away. "That's good. The truck's full of...stuff."
September 14, 2025 at 1:01 AM
"...cold cuts."
"Okay." Eden sighs and puts her gun away. "That's good. The truck's full of...stuff."
“Well don’t do that, we’re trying to keep it peaceful.”
September 14, 2025 at 12:52 AM
"Okay." Eden sighs and puts her gun away. "That's good. The truck's full of...stuff."
"Do I need to collect bug people for samples too?"
September 14, 2025 at 12:32 AM
"Do I need to collect bug people for samples too?"
It's four in the morning, and on the quiet edge of this city is a truck parked at a lonely gas station. The driver leaned against the door, a cigarette hanging between her fingers, a cup of coffee in her other hand. In the truck is precious cargo from a precious client. She didn't want to be
September 1, 2025 at 8:18 AM
It's four in the morning, and on the quiet edge of this city is a truck parked at a lonely gas station. The driver leaned against the door, a cigarette hanging between her fingers, a cup of coffee in her other hand. In the truck is precious cargo from a precious client. She didn't want to be