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[flynnitomite]

Now that we're getting all cozy and settled in here, it has occurred to me that I'm without some of my kit from back home, and I'm starting to feel a little naked without it.

I'm thinking of doing a little DIY to rectify that, so if anyone would be a dear and is willing to part with:

- windshield wipers
- hose clamps
- old brassieres (underwire only)
- a propane torch
- pliers
- a grinder

I'd be grateful and maybe even inclined to owe you a favour.

EDIT:

A GUN WOULD BE NICE TOO :)))

Comments

[flynnitomite]

I understand only one word of that, mate.

Sirens are them sexy ladies that lure sailors to their deaths, yeah?

[cockade]

A dullahan is a headless rider- more often than not, they're the recently dead who have just been brought back to life as a skeleton and given a reason to charge blindly at whoever is in their way. I've had to run alongside several when we were at war in another world before the Ingress.

Yes, that's a siren. They usually sing on an island or somewhere nearby the water's edge. Anyone in general tries to get to them and they drown them easily.

[flynnitomite]

if they don't have heads, how do they know who to charge into? that sounds like a rather silly use of dark powers

[cockade]

They don't need heads to know where they're being called, or in that case, forced to ride to. They're ruthless fighters and tend to chop heads off whoever they come across.

[flynnitomite]

Oh i see, they go for the heads because they don't have their own. Very poetic

[cockade]

...How exactly is that poetic? Unless you mean the dullahans chopping off heads to try and find their own, then I suppose that's poetic, to a point.

I honestly don't suggest running alongside one, by the way. It's not exactly a fond memory of mine.