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[Someone has been missing for weeks now. But hark, who is that man in the fedora with that suspiciously Indiana Jones-esque bullwhip and three-day scruff? Why if it isn't Tyki. And he's currently sitting in a tree, smoking, and watching the water around the tree he's in.]
[The layout of the area is thus: a doorway into this swampy setting, with a small wooden pier starting at the door and ending ten feet into the gloomy area. There's a boat at the end of the pier, a little motorboat. And further into the swamp is Tyki and his tree. Rather ominous shapes--logs?--surface now and again in the water. Fireflies light the scene with a dim glow, and the buzz of insects is annoyingly incessant.]
[Whether the room is an outdoor courtyard or an enclosed room is hard to tell, the foliage is dense and the place is dark as night, despite whatever time it may be outside the room.]
[Occasionally, Tyki lifts a revolver from his lap, takes aim, and shoots at the water. So far it looks like his aim is abysmal.]
((Still sorta hiatused but I wanted to bring him back.))
[The layout of the area is thus: a doorway into this swampy setting, with a small wooden pier starting at the door and ending ten feet into the gloomy area. There's a boat at the end of the pier, a little motorboat. And further into the swamp is Tyki and his tree. Rather ominous shapes--logs?--surface now and again in the water. Fireflies light the scene with a dim glow, and the buzz of insects is annoyingly incessant.]
[Whether the room is an outdoor courtyard or an enclosed room is hard to tell, the foliage is dense and the place is dark as night, despite whatever time it may be outside the room.]
[Occasionally, Tyki lifts a revolver from his lap, takes aim, and shoots at the water. So far it looks like his aim is abysmal.]
((Still sorta hiatused but I wanted to bring him back.))