down with the clique 💖 cartel offerings

  • SEAL YOUR FATE WHEN YOU SWALLOW UP —

    the thunderlands was the first stop of hebe's halloween haunting of agrelos. her little brown cat friend, markus, graciously gifted the hellgirl with visiting each of the allied lands with a vicious bounty of offerings. for better or worse there was no real protocol on what she was to pack in the potato sacks she had hauled behind her, so the thunderland-ees would be at the mercy of the enigmatic thug's tastes. 'blessed be thunderlands!' with a suspicious clank, a rugged bag was slumped unto the earth. a beacon of light beamed from above the bellowing girl, begging for the attention she had almost certainly already captivated. a dull canine tugged at the twine keeping the large satchel closed tightly, before dipping a sleek black snout to prod about the contents. frank as ever, the cartelian began listing off the luxuries. 'herbs, bandages, pillows...quilt, medication..oh!' her little head poked further into the bag before pulling out a big, sun bleached mammalian skull 'halloween!' she vageuly spouted before dropping it. the bottles, bags, and weapons never seemed to end, punctuated by the odd doll or crystal until suddenly the once plump bag had gone limp

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  • It was odd knowing how long the Cartel and the Thunderlands had been associates for - at least since Feliks was a Cartellian. He believed he'd been the one to recommend it those two, three years ago, and despite how much both clans had been through it seemed to be a continuously strong trade option. With most of the Thunderlands verging on having good-aligned morals, he didn't think many would be interested in what the group had to offer but hell, Feliks supposed everyone had to let loose at some point. Besides, it wasn't all black market, under-the-counter sort of deals, as the male approached Hebe he heard a strew of innocent sounding items. When his eyes could finally focus on the scattered merchandise on the ground they seemed to widen somewhat in surprise. Was this the legendary bag of holding he'd heard of? No... they didn't exist, he was more likely to find a cure for his cleithrophobia then find something outside of a Pocket Dimension that could store so much stuff. He concluded that it was a trick of the eyes therefore, a side effect of having terrible vision when not using his powers, and relaxed his amazed expression because of it. "What are your prices like?" he asked, offering a slight tilt of his head. He wasn't sure if he particularly needed anything, but if something did catch his eye among the horde then he'd at least like to know how much it was worth.

    THEY CAN'T STAY LIVING OFF THE GOVERNMENT'S DIME

    6 YEARS / SKYCHIEF / EURASIAN WOLF / TAGS / PLOT / THUNDERLANDS / PENNED BY VEXXYUS


  • SEAL YOUR FATE WHEN YOU SWALLOW UP —

    oh yes, someone had arrived post-haste. carefully, the cartelian began re-packing her sack of spilt wares so some poor soul could heave it back to wherever the thunderlandites camped. 'gifts! for being... excellent ass-o-ci-ates!'' the young nurse hopeful corrected herself, balling up and throwing away her opprotunity to make some morally dubious coin. 'hebe is in the narco divison however and could offer a variety of, erhm...' drugs? 'drugs!'

               

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  • The Cartel was a strange place that had gone through many misfortunes. He didn’t keep up with what was going on there. The last time he had actually cared about them was when a very young prostitute came to their borders looking to sell his body and Deutschland had zipped along right over to Sollux and explained the situation without any spectacle. He had to wonder if they still had that division, considering their whole history with slaves.


    “What medicine and herbs?” He asked as he approached, tipping his head at the Cartellian. If they were free, if they were gifts, he might as well make the most of it.


    ... no greater gift could be made by me than to give you the capacity to be able to understand in a very short time all that i have learned and understood in so many years and with so many hardships ...

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    THUNDERLANDIC MEDIC || 7 YR. EAST GERMAN SHEPHERD

    BIOGRAPHY || PLAYED BY FELIBRI