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[cardio_swindle]

[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

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[notpapa]

[Abysmal? He'll say. You nearly shot him!]

Oi, watch it!

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[cardio_swindle]

[He sits up abruptly in the tree, tilting the hat back to give Bookman a surprised look. Clearly he was aiming with his eyes closed.]

Old man? How'd you get up here?

[And how long has that door been there?]

[notpapa]

[...Of course he was shooting with his eyes closed. Really that shouldn't surprise him by now.]

Through the door. Then took a boat.

[cardio_swindle]

And you didn't get eaten? [One of the "logs" moves nearby, slithering through the water.]

Nevermind. Since when was that door there? [Not going to apologize for nearly shooting you, nope. Instead going to look scruffy and vaguely derp.]

[notpapa]

[Honestly an apology would be more worrying than the man's current state.]

Do I look like I'm missing any pieces? [Though the movement gets a wary glance.] If y'want specifics, I came in thirteen minutes and thirty three seconds ago. Can't speak for when I wasn't here.

[cardio_swindle]

[Tyki's ignoring the log, but the log isn't ignoring the boat. And there are more such "logs" moving in.]

Well, no. [Tyki admits.] Not yet~ But how strange. How long have you been wandering these remote halls?

[Except that the door leads right back to one of the main hallways.]

[notpapa]

[Removing Tessei and letting it grow a bit; he'd rather not be an alligator's snack.]

How about we talk about this later, yeah? S'gettin' a bit crowded here for my tastes.

[cardio_swindle]

I'm sure they'll only nibble.

[There's a splash next to the boat.]

[notpapa]

You can take care of 'em, then! [Going to be turning the boat around now :|b]

[cardio_swindle]

Oi! [Wait up man. He's jumping out of the tree to join you.] What happened to your sense of adventure?

[notpapa]

Lost it at th' prospect of being eaten, sorry.

[cardio_swindle]

[Climbing into the boat as something with far too many teeth snaps at his ankles.]

Now where did you say that door was? [Because it, and the pier, are not where you left them.]

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[notpapa]

Right over-

[notpapa]

[oh, fuck.]

...that way. Godamnit.

[cardio_swindle]

[Taking aim at a particularly close alligator and shooting. And missing.]

Eyesight going as well? Or just your sense of direction?

[notpapa]

[Go faster, boat!] Could say th' same for you, yeah? Who taught you t' shoot that thing?