Eighth Dispatch: The Malnosso Have Answered My Plea, They Must Want to Hire Me

[trinkett]

Is anyone here good at fixing things? [Because Richard Sharpe's precious pistol is still in pieces and she can't go to the Smithy because Sokka -- whom she has no idea is gone -- is Katniss's ex-boyfriend and there's awkwardness there. Also, she sounds absolutely cheerful and not like she's terrified for her life because of the aforementioned Sharpe.

Effie might be somewhat out of touch with many of her emotions and what's considered normal, but she knows Sharpe well enough to realize that he might very well shoot her on sight for what has happened.

That's why, when she goes out walking later, she has her new enormous dog towing her along. She got him for Christmas. The dog she wanted was this.


The dog she got is this: .

His name is Jason. Effie has to carry a towel to contain the slobber. His hairs are definitely sticking to her amazing Rufus Praza midnight blue Star coat (structured with Swarovski-like crystals over the heart.) She has to pick hairs out of her very thick makeup. But he's worth it. She feels safe for once -- actually, legitimately safe to be out.

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[the_dead_pool2]

Yeeesh, already talking about fixing the dog, and its right there. Have a little decency for the little guy. I mean, at least don't talk about that when its right there no dude should have to deal with that shit.

[He shakes his head]

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[inyourfavor]

Fixing? What do you mean, "fixing"?

[Yay Deadpool now you get to explain what you meant. Or not.]

I'm not talking about the dog! I'm talking about...about something else. Something broken.

Video Hey, welcome back! :D

[the_dead_pool2]

I mean like you know, snip snipping his junk so he can't get bitches pregnant.

[An accurate statement]

Oh yeah, what'd you break, little lady?

THANKS also SURPROSE.

[trinkett]

Effie is good at letting crude things slide in conversation just so long as it's not a Tribute of hers saying those crude things. "I can only tell you if you swear you will not divulge the information to anyone."

A gun. Major Sharpe's gun, to be precise. He treats his guns like his babies. It's not a good situation.

[the_dead_pool2]

[He raises his right hand]

Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye.

[If it actually guaranteed his death he would find the first person to tell it to, but since that was impossible, your secret is safeish]

[trinkett]

[NOPE sorry she doesn't trust you enough yet to tell you, but...]

BEFORE I tell you...how much do you know about guns?

[the_dead_pool2]

I'm going to forgive this once since you don't know me. I know a lot about guns. I've owned pretty much every type available, trained in the usage for all types of missions, I can use them when cuffed and restrained, and can shoot the wings off a fly from 30 feet away with a standard pistol, no alterations. Here in this village, I pretty much consider myself the top gun.

[trinkett]

So you'd know this one?

[Effie displays an image of Sharpe's early 19th-century model pistol. It's definitely a BEFORE picture, as in "before Loki completely dismantled it."]

[the_dead_pool2]

Yeah, not super well, since its like 200 years old. Only had to use them when there is some stupid time travel shannigans or get stuck in a museum or somethin'.

[Pretty damn outdated, all things considered]

[trinkett]

I can't ask you for help, then. I cannot risk this, you see. I need a professional.

[the_dead_pool2]

[His eyes narrow]

You calling me unprofessional, lady?

[He doesn't like that tone]