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The Bizzyboy's headquarters is, in truth, just Hector's house, but it's more than the apartment he'd run it out of before.

The main room of the home has been pulled apart from what was once a living room to a "base of operations," with a couple desks, a few filing cabinets, and a phone. Cabinets stand tall, filled with cluttered supplies, and most of the desks are presently empty, save for two: a particularly orderly one, and another covered in notes, doodles, and garbage. Dividing screens separate what appear to be the more resided in parts of the home, and they appear, at a glance, to be cluttered with the furniture that was moved out of the "main office."

Upon entering, a door chimes, from where a little bell was jury-rigged just above the edge. It doesn't take long for the leader of the Bizzyboys (or his first in command) to make an appearance from somewhere inside!

(Open to visits, calls, or any other manners of run-in!)

Just Visiting (?)

Date: 2025-01-08 05:51 pm (UTC)
theydrewfirstblood: (quiet{ o rly?)
From: [personal profile] theydrewfirstblood
...the actual...fuck?...

John sees the posted flier, the addendum with its little sketch--and he's pretty sure he's even seen one of these little guys scuttling around town. He wasn't sure, but...this clinches it.

He can't think about it too hard or he'll start snickering--not out of disdain. Yeah, it's ridiculous, but the fact is that John appreciates ridiculous. He's fond of the absurd. He respects anything this over the top and this plain old earnest.

These fellas ain't kidding, and he just--he has to see it for himself.

He doesn't flinch at the bell, lots of shops in town have them. Looking around with keen interest, John's a little bit impressed with the setup. The whole billboard posting is kinda nuts, but someone here has a fairly level head. Maybe it's just eccentricity?...

"Hello?" he calls out, moving further into the apartment. "Anyone home?..."

Date: 2025-01-08 07:10 pm (UTC)
theydrewfirstblood: (grin{ happy)
From: [personal profile] theydrewfirstblood
...oh no, this critter is fucking adorable.

John can't help but smile at his appearance: an actual anthropomorphic little...primate of some kind. Maybe? He's lean as hell, working some opposable thumbs, and he can talk. The way he talks--John's kind of in love with it.

"Uh--yeah, sorta. I was mostly curious 'bout the whole operation." he replies, gesturing with a small glass bottle in his hand as he offers the other one to shake as he looks down at him. "Name's John Rambo, I run Baker Ranch up in Northwest Hollow. No real, uh...'case' to speak of, but I brought some dandelion syrup as a kinda housewarming gift. Besides raising animals, we do a lot of forage farming, small batch goods, stuff like that."

Date: 2025-01-08 09:47 pm (UTC)
theydrewfirstblood: (up{ small smile)
From: [personal profile] theydrewfirstblood
"Syrup, wine, salads--you name it." John assures him. "You ever wanna try some, check out some of the shops in town that sell from Baker Ranch. Or the Oak & Iron, I paid to get a wild salad on their menu. Seasonal thing."

Fortunately, John's ex-military and doesn't take this kind of presumptuous behavior in a negative light. Give him direction, he will follow...so a tour of the place it is as he follows Hector and looks around with unabashed interest.

"This place is like something outta the past of my world." he admits. "Maybe...roughly a hundred years? Except magic and the like, we don't have that. Or gods with the kind of presence the Mothers have here."

John can't quite stop himself from smiling as he absently touches his favor from Serranai. Spring is coming, after all...he almost feels like he should do something for her. Like Cecil does Yamsgiving...

He stops short at that, remembering the flier.

"...hey, your flier. It said you worked for some gods? You investigate stuff, but...offer general help, too?"

Date: 2025-01-09 05:42 pm (UTC)
theydrewfirstblood: (eye candy{ waiting for a miracle)
From: [personal profile] theydrewfirstblood
The whole presentation of this Bizzyboy stuff is...pretty entertaining, but when Hector offers him the little handwritten form--pretty neat and to the point, too--and makes a point with that quote, John realizes he may have grossly underestimated this guy. And he is a guy, for as tiny as he is, he's gotta be older than he looks.

Scanning the form, he looks back up at Hector with a pleased, but vaguely surprised look on his face.

"You got a solid head on your shoulders, Hector." he decides aloud, patting his shoulder with a firm, but friendly level of force. "Guess what I'm thinking is...kind of a think tank thing? I know you're new, but have you heard much about the goddesses here yet? The Four Mothers...or paladins, for that matter? Cause I am one--I serve one of the goddesses as a kind of soldier."

Date: 2025-01-14 07:45 pm (UTC)
theydrewfirstblood: (smile{ fond)
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"Yeah, kinda." John replies, huffing out a quiet little chuckle as Hector's tail curls up with such painful good cheer it's more than a little infectious. The laugh is a by-product of that contagious brightness, and it's...nice, if sad only because it strikes a strangely familiar chord in him.

"I've met Mortanne, too--couple of the others, like Kora and Celestine, but Serranai is the one I serve. She's..."

He trails off, and the way his smile turns so painfully tender? Yeah, that says a lot.

"...thing about the goddesses is that in their season, they can come to us, y'know? Walk around like people if they want to. Serranai's done so much for me, and with the waiting--a buddy of mine who's been helped by Celestine does this thing in the fall, Yamsgiving. Like a holiday I celebrate back home involving a big kinda feast to recognize our blessings and have a moment of community. Thought about doing something like that for Serranai, but...I don't even know what that would look like, or what it would be for. That's kinda where the 'think tank' thing comes in. Make any sense?"

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