[woopperoni]

username; woopperoni
kalon name; Juice
kalon gender; Male
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[rab1es]

mark

[Psychxpath!]

username; Honey Mitsukuni
kalon name; TBN
kalon gender; Female
prompt; 2 WIP responses and maybe an art piece

[quiixxy]

mark

[ethium]

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username; ethium | kalon name; leighton | kalon gender; male | prompt; [ 688 words ]
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─ As the best blacksmith known to florence, leighton was no stranger to unruly customer encounters. His business drew both crowds, the humble, the entitled, the nasty and the kind. Typically stoic, leighton was firm on his belief that the customer "knew best". However at some points you truly had to put your foot down. It had been a typical afternoon, and leighton had been finishing some horseshoes for the stable nearby when a loud rapping from the front had interrupted his mid-day groove. Now typically. leighton would answer straight away, but being in the middle of something he figured whoever was there could wait a moment while he finished up, as the work required his utmost attention and couldn't be put off. The rapping continued, incessantly, to the point that once leighton had finished whomever was at the front of the shop sounded as if they were banging whatever object they could find nearby on the counter. That was, in fact, what they were doing. The snobbish face was tomato red with indignation, and he man-handled the hammer he was banging on the shop desk as if it were a drum stick. Exasperated, the rounded customer spoke in a nasily tone.
"Finally, I was beginning to think you'd never quit your work and attend me! Honestly, you'd think a smith of your reputation would attend their customers before continuing their work. Don't tell me you didn't hear me, otherwise you must surely be deaf and I can't stand the deaf. " the customer prattled growing more angered by the second. "Well?" he finally demanded, which was met with a speechless leighton.
"well what?" leighton asked, confused as to the question the customer had apparently asked somewhere in his speech.
this only seemed to infuriate the customer more. "Well where is my apology? Surely you didn't think all could be forgiven?" leighton's jaw near dropped to the floor. the audacity of this man, to meander into his shop, bang hammers upon his counter and then demand he apologize for not dropping everything and assisting him. A swallow, as leighton forced himself to remember his saying, the customer, was always right.
"Yes, Well, My Apologies Sir, for making you.. wait." leighton forced out. however the man seemed content with that and gave him a terse nod. "Yes yes all is forgiven if my order is completed promptly, now onto that.." leighton sat through the man's complicated order, which, thank the heavens, he had written down on a note for leighton to follow.
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now, taking a shower, leighton let his mind wander back to the event, which had faded into the background throughout the rest of the evening. Oh his fists clenched the longer he thought about the pudgy face yelling at him, how he had forced leighton to apologize and had prattled on as if he had never decided to be so snotty in the first place. Leighton found pleasure in thinking about what he might have said instead, had he chose not to go along with his saying.
"No, Sir. I will not apologize for my business. If your going to behave in such a manner, you need to leave. I refuse to serve such a childish client." He would affirm with a nod of his head in the direction of the door. "And- if there is any damage to my work table due to your foolish decision to bang on it with a hammer, you will be the one paying for it." If the customer had given him any backlash, leighton would add an additional slap "If you have anything to say, you can say it to me in court." leighton let a smile overtake his face then. Oh how triumphant it might have been to see that tomato of a customer's face distort. To not get what he wanted for once. Yes, that would make leighton very proud. However, there was still work to be done, and unfortunately that was not how the event had gone.. leighton got out of the shower and dressed. He had a lot of work to do tomorrow and he'd need the rest.
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[lllark]

username; llark
kalon name;bublé
kalon gender; female
prompt;

[rustyroxy]

rustyroxy
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female
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mark

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kalon name;
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"Not worth it."

Cold and wet, absolutely damp and gun ready on hand, Gun was not worried but tired. She had been out for hours by then, trying to track down crazy mutant monsters to their nest.

Night fell and yet no luck, and just as she thought, a storm rolled in. Sure, she liked the sound of rain over the dead silence from before, but it did not help he track anything down. Any prints got washed away before she could follow them.

And the sound had let several of the beasts creep on her, making her ammo run faster than she would like, as the low visibility also made them harder to point at. Hell, half of what attacked her had not been the things she was looking for.

Yet, she had to bear with it, a job was a job.

But damn, to her luck it wasn't a paid job.

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As soon as the man himself — Mister Grimes — walked into her station, Gun could tell from his face that this wasn't going to be a good time.

He didn't jump right to the point, dragging on about his company and personal problems to cause her some pity before putting a small bag of coins down on the counter.

And Gun was ready to take the job at thar point, she wasn't sure what was it yet, but she expected it to be nothing too crazy.

"—and I told Bricks I do not have twelve claws on stock, but she needs them, so, dear, if you would—"

"Claws?" That's when Gun finally spoke up, "Twelve claws? For that!?"

"Why, yes!" Grimes put his hands together, "It shouldn't be too hard for you, right? I need them by tomorrow noon—"

"You're out of your mind, Grimes," Gun took the bag to spill out the coins and made a face, "That doesn't ever cover the ammo, let alone any fixing my armor's gonna need after getting busted to hell by those damn monsters."

"But you've gotten claws for me before, it's not that dangerous—"

"Sir, I don't think you know what on Earth you're talking about."

"What? Are you not competent enough?" Grimes gave her a glare, "I suppose I will get another hunter then. Someone who will listen to a poor man in need, someone with some empathy for a change."

As Grimes started picking the coins, Gun made another face, trying to stop herself from grabbing her gun and telling him to get lost.

She hated he had been a decent client before, and she hated he was friends with so many folks. If Bricks heard about this, she might not drop by for business again.

The idea of no more business made her stomach drop. Gun didn't consider herself good at anything but shooting things, and if she didn't get paid to buy more ammo and fix her gear to shoot scary monsters people didn't want to deal with, she was just going to starve out in her secluded little house.

"...Hold it! I'll do it."

Grimes gave her a blank look, "I think I've seen enough, I'll take my money and go—"

"I'll do it for free, okay?" Gun kicked herself mentally as Grimes' face lit up.

After hearing Grimes charade about how nice and reliable she turned out to be, Gun told him to leave promptly so she could get to work. And while he cheerfully left, she looked out to the darkened clouds in the horizon and again wanted to kick herself.

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It wasn't until after Gun got back to her empty home in the middle of the night with a dozen of mutilated monster arms and covered in things she didn't want to think about that her brain lit up.

"Why didn't I tell him to do it himself."

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[FallenOrpheus]

username; TheRadioDemon
kalon name; Ash
kalon gender; Male
prompt; Ash stood in the shower, letting the water cascade over his body. Today had been an awful workday for him. Between customers yelling at him over an order being wrong, his manager getting angry because of his lower productivity - it isn’t really possible to make coffee when you’re having to handle angry customers -, and that one idiot who bumped into him on the bus, he really wasn’t happy.

His mind flashed back to the resulting argument. Covered in coffee from being bumped, Ash had snapped at the other Kalon.
“Watch out! This coffee is hot!” Ash was bristling with anger, facing down the Kalon.
“Maybe you should be more considerate of who’s around you, idiot!”

They had argued, before the other kalon got off the bus, leaving with a final insult at him being inconsiderate.

He sighed, washing off the rest of the suds, muttering a response to himself.
“I hope every time you get coffee, it ends up being cold and burned.” He scowled. That would’ve been perfect. Damnit.

Massive mark, I love this baby so much!

[•boo•]

ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ; NightMareRose
ｋａｌｏｎ ｎａｍｅ; Izzy
ｋａｌｏｎ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ; Female
ｐｒｏｍｐｔ; [367 words <3]

I sighed under the warm water. Now that it was over, I had so much to say. The day turned around in my head like a stone as I analyzed it. It was stupid, I know, but I couldn't help it. That's just how I am.

I had bought the last blueberry muffin, and some entitled mom (EM) who demanded I give "her precious baby" that muffin.

EM: "Hey, could you give entitled kid (EK) your muffin? He really wants one, but you took the last one."

Me: "I'm sorry ma'am, but I bought this for myself, I haven't eaten all day."

EM: "How is that EK's or my fault? Just give him the muffin!"

Me: "No, I paid for it, it's mine."

EM: "Oh come on! It was like five bucks, it's not that much! Please? It'll make him so happy!"

Me: "I said n-"

EM: "OH MY GOD! IT WAS FIVE DOLLARS! JUST GIVE IT TO HIM! HE DESERVES IT!"

By this point, I kind of had shrunk into myself. Right as I was about to hand it to her, something sparked and I took a huge bite out of it and refused to say anything else.

EM: "I'M TELLING THE MANAGER YOU STOLE MY FOOD!"

I rolled my eyes, I had proof that I bought it, not EM.

Manager: "I'm sorry, what's the problem here?"

EM: "This woman just took my food!"

She shrieked and glared at me as I took another bite.

Manager: "Is this true?"

I shook my head and showed him my receipt.

EM: "SHE'S LYING! SHE TOOK THAT TOO!"

Manager: "You're going to have to keep the noise down, or I'll have to remove you, ma'am."

She pretended not to hear and continued her yelling, at this point, the manager and I were sick of this crazy woman and she just wouldn't stop. Within minutes the manager had kicked her out and came back over to me.

Manager: "You alright?"

Me: "I'm fine, just a little heated is all."

'Honestly!' I thought, mind still in a flurry, 'I didn't know balloons could reproduce!' It worked because neither EM or EK were on the "lighter side", but the chance had passed.