dinmaf party time

# = DAY 1 START: 10 MINUTES ! =

10:45 PM

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> . . .

10:46 PM

Lu...?

Oh this is sure a completely different manor he went to sleep in

....

10:47 PM

not this again

>Huh, he sure doesn't remember going to a manor of any kind?? >literally just :)

help

Vitals: 100%. Augmentation: Active. Agility: Responsive. >Tiny butterflies float from shoulder to shoulder as Crimson awakens in what appears to be.. a manor of some kind? >He ignores his surroundings, acknowledging the comfort of his newfound strength. Good...good! >He gives his sore muscles a crack and stretches his limbs. About damned time I can move.

>don’t mind them. They’re. Gonna be sitting on the floor. Sorry to whoever owns this mansion.

> ...Huh?

10:48 PM

>There's a lot in this situation he really shouldn't be looking a gift horse in the mouth over... But... Being in some odd place with a bunch of strangers was not one of those things.

10:48 PM

At the very least, some of us seem to be on the same page... >He mutters.

>METAL GEAR SOLID ALERT NOISE ??? CRIMSON??? CRIMSON HIIII >he's STUPID your honor

This is certainly not the same place I slept in last night. >and he's flinching. so loud...

>actually. Wobble wobble. Gonna. Wander around a bit…burb.

>HE ONLY JUST STRETCHED HIS LIMBS AND NOW HE'S BEEING APPROACHED FOR A BEAR HUG? MAYBE? MOROS?! >his gaze narrows. His arms hang awkwardly at his sides, half expecting a collision-

>oh good Jaws is here. he has a headache already. (same timeline!)

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... >What a lovely reunion! He guesses.

... Before we all split off and get into fights. We should determine where we are.

>And a collision he gets, Moros is rushing in for a hug! Crashing right into him and crushing him in a hug! HIII CRIMSON ITS NICE TO SEE YOU! >...moros is also from the same timeline god its loud

Better to see what's going on that standing around with nothing to do. >he's gonna start heading off because he already can't deal with this for five seconds.

>you motherfucker-

>He lets out a sigh.

10:51 PM

Leave them be, if they want to get picked off first, that's their business.

10:52 PM

> Note: He was joking.

>

10:52 PM

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What in the--! OOF! M....M...MOROS... >El be damned, Moros was stronger than ever it seemed, and Crimson snarls down at the other, regarding him with a few pats on the back before he takes a much needed break for air. AT EASE, MOROS! Where are we?! Who are these people? ... Not enemies. Not yet I reckon. >He glances around, as if to calculate the others' potential while getting a grasp of this situation.

You know me already, Jaws.

WHAT?! Ohhhh don't tell me... >Shit. He's going to get a headache sometime soon, isn't he?

>And Moros backs off after a moment, smile still on his face as he waves at Anular. Hi!! It's nice to see you too!! I dunno where we are or who the other people are, but at least I know you guys!! >bros literally going :D

Have either of you seen Lu. >worded more as a statement than a question.

Uhhhh...no, I don't think so?

>Lowkey wants to growl, but Moros is here. Shouldn't he be on his best behavior? Dunno. >he rolls his neck to the side.

...

10:56 PM

>just in case, he motions at the height of about four feet. she's this tall. No?

Mmmm, nope, don't think I've seen her? Maybe she's in another room or something? >He tilts his head a little as he speaks. Trying to think of if he Has seen Lu (he hasn't seen shit).

> Right. The issue of names... He better not bring up his last name... Although he doubts the name 'Ventus' really means anything these days.

10:57 PM

>At least they haven't asked him directly.

I will be brutally honest: my conscious only just activated five minutes ago. >He glances towards Moros. Damn it all... I can't believe this fool is here...

... I feel like we'd have heard something break, by now, if she was. >deep sigh. He looks back to the house. ... Suppose we could go in.

# = TIME'S UP....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! = (edited)

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# = DAY 2 START: ....25 MINUTES! =

11:22 PM

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>blearily walking in here. God, last night was rough.

>He didn't sleep too well.

> He slept. Well. Uh. Y'know. Fine. He guesses.

>Arms crossed over his chest. Hmph.

>He slept great actually! :D Man, this place is HUGE, huh? I don't think I've even seen half of it!

> He's just relieved to have all his limbs intact thank you for not asking please don't-

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You seem to be in high spirits. At least someone is.

>what's sleep? and he's flinching again from the noise. At least the tea from yesterday was nice...

... So, are we any closer to knowing why we're here?

>Glances over at Moros. Rolls his eyes. Someone slept well afterall, huh.

Oh yeah, it's a pretty impressive place. Maybe they've got more tea today too.

Uhhh...nope, don't think so? And I sure did! The beds in this place are real comfy!

Doesn't seem so... >...By the way, he didn't think about it, but... Is that guy a demon???

Other than some tea, I have no information to provide.

>yes.

>He's soooo upset about last night's game that he's surprisingly staring off into the distance- observing the walls, to the scenery before them. Too peaceful for my tastes. Something is bound to disrupt it anytime soon, and it won't be ME this time.

... Is the tea that good?

11:28 PM

>now he's getting curious...

>Well while last night was rough at least the tea they drank was good. Helped them sleep calmly for once.

They've got a pretty good variety I think.

... They're just drinking it without thinking-!!

I was told there was healing properties to it, though the taste itself seems to pretty good from at least my experience in trying something outside my usual range.

>Moros in turn is staring at Crimson, head tilting a little in confusion. You think so? It is real peaceful here, huh?

Is... It really wise to start drinking things offered to you by the people that... Might have kidnapped you???

. . . Right. Show of hands, who hasn't had the tea yet? >

.

>Raising his hand!

> ...He raises his hand.

Tea. >He recounts the one time he and Moros shared tea together. The taste was pleasant and sweetened with honey. He reluctantly raises his hands, not yet looking in their direction.

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Well…at least the tea I have was able to put me to sleep for once…

..Kidnapped? What makes you think a butler lady managed to kidnap all of-- > Gestures to the large and intimidating looking people around

I must say I take offense to the accusation of kidnapping. You are our esteemed guests. You're more than welcome to leave at any time, but...it appears a heavy fog has rolled in.

I, for one would see rather be courteous to our hosts. Though I think maybe any questions we may have, we may be able to ask them ourselves.

Right... But I have to ask; I'm rarely without my charge. You're sure she isn't here? >being a butler (technically) himself, he hopes she'll listen.

Isn't fog still just fog?? Couldn't we just walk out??

You're the only ones here, aside from myself and Lady Daffodil.

. . . God it's. Worse than he thought. He'll have to apologize to the kid in the afterlife.

We were brought here for what exactly? >He pipes up, though his words surprisingly lack any hint of malice.

>Well. He's not about to start talking smack in front of the butler or whoever.

... His eyes shift towards the window, and the fog outside. Yes, I've got to ask; what's so dangerous about the fog?

You're the only ones here, aside from myself and Lady Daffodil.

@Hecate (@radioactive shrimp from walmart) - jump Pardon, as I must ask to confirm. Was Lady Daffodil the frog who was with you yesterday, Miss?

The fog isn't dangerous. At all. You're welcome to walk into it, but I can't guarantee you won't get lost. The only danger is in you tripping and injuring yourself because you can't see where you're going.

11:35 PM

And as for why you're here...I don't know. All we were told was to expect some guests.

Fog's how you get all Silent Hill'd and stuff, I wouldn't wanna mess with it.

Pardon, as I must ask to confirm. Was Lady Daffodil the frog who was with you yesterday, Miss?

@𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘙 (@king of thieves) - jump Yes!!! That's me!!! This is my house !!!

-... Frog.... cute...

>They definitely got kidnapped. Yup. Great.

11:36 PM

Huh?

I dunno what you mean by "Silent Hill'd", but fog isn't so scary!! And I can take a trip or two! Who knows, maybe Lu's out there! >HE DOESNT. EVEN WAIT. BEFORE HE'S CHARGING OUT INTO THE FOG WITH A BIG WAVE AND BIG SMILE.

11:36 PM

>I am so sorry about him.

--Ah.

>Eh. Sounds fine by him! As long as he can take this opportunity to put his limbs to use, and to ~~spend time with~~ engage in some unfavorable battles, perhaps he'll be content. I see--- MOROS?! YOU FOOL! >LOUD THUMPING OF HIS BOOTS FOLLOW BEHIND MOROS AND... he's gone.

Did you just..- !?!!?! Oh my god they went in.

Yes!!! That's me!!! This is my house !!!

@Lady Daffodil (@radioactive shrimp from walmart) - jump >so he was right... Ah, I must formally make my acquaintance then, Lady. I didn't quite have a chance to speak to you much while helping myself to some tea.

Well, uh- > Doesn't know exactly what getting 'Silent Hill'd' means either, he's never played the games. But those guys sure are gonna get Silent Hill'd huh?

Just Daffodil is fine, no need to stand on formality!!! I really can't say why you're here as I don't know!!! I was just told to expect some guests and here you are!!! Pity about the fog, though...usually the area is so lovely!!

They'll... probably be fine. Nasods are resilient... >he's going to be SO FOCUSED On this frog. miku

...Alright. Great.

>He lets out a sigh. They're in the middle of a mansion with a fog too dense to escape from with a frog for a host... That's just the start of a bad horror story.

-

11:39 PM

They really are nasods?!

um….

11:39 PM

>raises hand

11:39 PM

sorry to interrupt, but do you…have a library of sorts around here?

Ah- Yes...?

Everyone is way too relaxed for their own good, he's decided.

... So you're from Elrios, then?

...Yeah. Why wouldn't I be....? Oh god they're not in henir, are they???! He knew he should have NEVER even talked to that order member!!

>And with a CLANK CLANK CLANK....Moros is running back in. He pauses, smile still on his face, but definitely more confused. Eh?? Uhhh, hi again!! >Looking around for Crimson his friend Crimson miku

where is he.

Just Daffodil is fine, no need to stand on formality!!! I really can't say why you're here as I don't know!!! I was just told to...

@Lady Daffodil (@radioactive shrimp from walmart) - jump I see then. Well I must thank you and your butler for the tea yesterday, it was rather lovely. The notes in them were quite fragrant. I've no complaints for it.

... I'm a demon, and you're asking why you wouldn't be from Elrios? smug lil smile under his mask.

>He's back! And huffing and puffing with his hands clasped over his knees. I took the wrong turn. To the fog I return! That damned...idiot...

>he's looking over at anular hello? What are...nasods? If I may ask?

... Guess that's a good point. Who knows. I haven't been outside in a bit, the world could have completely changed without my Or the kid, for that matter's knowledge-. Hm??

sorry to interrupt, but do you…have a library of sorts around here?

@Wayan (@Last Romeo) - jump Yes!! Just down the hall, second door on your right, dear!!

>oh. He points at Crimson. That's a Nasod.

>BRO'S GONE HE RAN BACK INTO THE FOG LOOKING FOR CRIMSON

....

...

Um. Robots. Basically.

Ah. They're 'robots'- yes.

Laymens terms! Laymens terms!!!

Very illegal robots...

>BRO'S GONE HE RAN BACK INTO THE FOG LOOKING FOR CRIMSON

@Moros (@bertdil) - jump >OH HEY HE BRUSHED PAST HIM? No wait! Those were just branches

...Yeah. I was wondering if that changed too. How are tweedle dee and tweedle dum walking around, then?

>OH HEY HE BRUSHED PAST HIM? No wait! Those were just branches

@ℂℝ𝕀𝕄𝕊𝕆ℕ

𝕄𝕆ℕ𝔸ℝℂℍ (@DEMONIC GAP MOE) - jump >OH HEY CRIMSON :D?? nope thats a bush :(

... He now wants to ask that demon something but.... That can wait. He guesses.

Robots... I'm not quite familiar with the term.. Though I assume mechanical beings would the closest description...? >he seems to be rambling a bit there oop Ah, my apologies, I've been asking my own questions not even bothering to give you a name. I'm Frederick.

>And he's back in the main area!! Again!! Looking very confused and lost. Help hi

>ah yes. Nasods. Highly intelligent, extremely powerful 'robot'-esque beings, and yet- MOROS! >Without looking, he collides into Moros with a HEFTY crash, toppling him over in the process. MOR--OOOF!

Fredrick... Hm.

He doesn't look like he could be from a particular family, he does look like nobility, but... Not that he cares about that stuff, really.

Right, I'm Clamor.

Yes!! Just down the hall, second door on your right, dear!!

@Lady Daffodil (@radioactive shrimp from walmart) - jump Thank you…

11:45 PM

>bows in thanks before heading off to the library

>... Clamor...? He pauses, staring for a moment. ... Ciel, but Anular is fine.

>Nasods...some might say they're the pinnacle of technological advancements. There's a reason they were feared and made illegal, so long ago. Very intelli- CRIM-WAUGH?! >And he doesn't even get a chance to turn around to look at the voice before collision and theyre BOTH sent straight to the ground. It takes Moros a second to catch his breath. There you are!!

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... And those idiots are Moros and Jaws.

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>he nods over at clamor and anular's direction A pleasure. I'm not quite...familiar with most the terms in the conversation. I myself was in another manor before waking up here. Quite the busy one might I add.

.....All right then

11:48 PM

Ah, I'm Cory by the way-

Right... Fredrick, Anular, and Corry then.

He nods... Maybe things really haven't changed all that much. Between those experiments they found... Nasods still being illegal, and a demon asking him where he was from....

It's fine. It's surprising that someone would know those terms.

It's a pleasure to meet you. >he's looking over at anular again. Ah...those two... No offense they're both been grating my ears a bit since we got here.

>Nasods...some might say they're the pinnacle of technological advancements. There's a reason they were feared and made illegal,...

@Moros (@bertdil) - jump >HE'S GATHERING HIS BEARRINGS NOW, and despite his not-so-chipper mood earlier on, he can't find it in himself to remain irritated for long. Not when Moros's energy is as contagious as ever. YOU! Huff...huff.. Don't you go running off like that again! Who else would I have left to spar if you hadn't returned?! Urgh... ...But I digress. Welcome back, my nemesis.

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# = TIME'S UP ......!!!!!!!!! =

To: daytime_2

# = DAY 3 START: ...25 MINUTES! =

9:20 PM

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>Well shit.

El Lady in the Highest what the fuck.

….

9:21 PM

what. The Fuck.

9:22 PM

>THEY MAY BE A SINNER. BUT HOLY SHIT they’ll never get used to it. Like. Seeing people die? Yeah.

>There was a bad feeling in his gut. Despite trying so, so damn hard to ignore it, it persisted all the while. He hoped to meet up with everyone again, check up on them, make sure everyone was okay, but- ...Crimson? >It's the quietest he's been this entire time. His voice sounds staticky. Error! Error! H-Hey, hey Crimson, this isn't funny. Crimson, this isn't funny at all...!

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> Well there's a real clear reason to be Not Relaxed about this shit, damn!

> ... He glances over and stares at each member of the group, one by one. Scrutenizing. Maybe it was good he couldn't find Lu at the moment.

>shit he figured that he had a rather bad feeling about something. though it's also rather hard to express his emotions at the moment over this ....

>He's basically ignoring everyone around him at this point, falling to his knees in front of Crimson with a loud clank. His hands shake over Crimson~~'s body~~, hovering just over the injury - like he wants to shake Crimson awake. The nudge he eventually manages is too weak to even be considered that. C'mon, hey, wake up wake up!! This isn't funny! You can't die to this, right?? You can't, you can't you can't-!! >His voice hitches and cracks, turning staticky once more. Error! Error!

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...Alright. Let's look at the facts as he knows them. One of the nasods is *dead* in front of them. He of all people knows him just being a machine has no bearing on whether or not he was a person... And that man... One look at the other nasod crying out for him. They certainly *are* people... That is a fact. Who could have the capability to *do* this and why? ...They waited until night time when people were out of sight.

9:26 PM

Why!? What could you have to gain from something like this? What sort of motive would you have for this?!

>…Sorry. They’re gonna. Turn away. The sight of it all being clear to them…and the sounds of someone’s cries… … >It felt a bit too personal for them to watch.

> He frowns a little in thought and takes a few steps back from the scene. There has to be something else he can do to help figure things out...

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...Maybe he was starting to get out of the realm of 'truths' and started going more into 'emotional' ... How else was he supposed to react? Would someone else be next? Who? Who is the most at risk? He looks around the room in thought.

9:29 PM

He grips his hands tightly.... Thank god Noah wasn't here. (sorry Noah dinmaf if you're reading this, that's the kid's name)

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Wake up wake up wake up!!! We never got to have that rematch, you can't-you can't-! >If Nasods had tears to cry, Moros would be sobbing. The staticky sounds he makes instead are almost worse. It hurt, it hurt so bad he didn't know what to do-why him?!

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9:31 PM

>sorry fellas....the Nasod is too distraught to see the ghost </3

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>... He'll have to be the one to say it, won't he? Moros. He can be repaired. >... he's not sure of that, but he doubts it's impossible.

>unfortunately he can't seem to process a clear reaction to it. given his own situation prior to this, the thought of death, while not something to brush off, has faced countless experiences that felt like death. instead he decides to make his way back inside to possibly find anything that can be scene as misplaced in relation to the situation.

>He glances towards the other man. Is such a thing possible in an age where Nasods are *probably* still banned?

>The staticky sounds don't seem to get quieter....but they certainly don't get worse. Error! Error! E o i n Co e overheating! C-Can he really. >For once, the usual optimism that would've otherwise colored the Nasod's very existence is nowhere to be found.

...

9:36 PM

Don't make any promises you can't keep.

9:36 PM

Of course he can be. His mouth betrays him. ...If you can get him out of here. I'll repair him myself. He doesn't even know if he'll make it out of here. It was my field of study, actually. He's never fixed something as complicated as a Nasod before.

We've seen worse. We've suffered worse. He'll be fine.

...Really. Are they just lying to themselves, or do either of them just *want* to believe what they're saying? ...It's hard to say.

>Ciel is speaking as someone who has literally been shot through the chest before.

>He's staring between the both of them now, finally looking away from Crimson~~'s body~~. Had he the ability to cry, there would surely be tears streaming down his face even now. ...mm. >He simply looks away from them both. It feels like there's something aching in his chest, something violently ripped away with only a little band-aid to close the wound. Seems like their words aren't quite getting through.

... What is even the reasonable response here? He looks to Anular.

>... There's only so much that can be done for such fresh grief. He sighs, turning to look toward the others. We'll find out what happened. Then we can bleed the bastard dry. >VENGANCE! WASNING

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Jesus.

9:45 PM

. Who is that? Whatever.

>Vengeance? ...we will. >Vengeance. Error! Error!

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# = TIME'S UP !!!!!! =

To: daytime_2

# = DAY FOUR START: ...15 MINUTES! =

11:03 PM

@participants

......

>eepy. Cranky. Please do not perceive them until they had their tea.

Hm.

11:10 PM

>still hasn't had that fucking tea.

............... >Bro's not doing great guys imma be real

.... >he looks like he hasn't slept in over a day

A-- >PULLED AWAY TO #WHISPERS

>BRO'S STARING AT WHISPERS. HE IS WATCHING YOU BOTH FROM WHERE HE'S STANDING

>Wandering off. Want tea. They’re so eepy…

>he's trying to figure out what to do he feels too sleepy to try to make another round of looking around the place

>Just standing there. Watching everyone. Logging where they are, keeping track...he is still a Nasod with all the tech that comes with.

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>he's too tired he's just going to lay against a chair and take a quick nap

>grumble grumble. Maybe today isn’t the day they have energy…gonna eep in the library. Bye b

11:22 PM

>snzzzz

# = TIME'S UP...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! =

... >shit.

# = FINAL DAY: UNLIMITED TIME. =

10:17 PM

@participants

> shit, but for real this time.

>…

You.

>oh this is dire ...

>Oh the static is so fucking loud

>Looooud sip.

Give me a reason not to gut you right here-- >whose demon lord is that. (edited)

>Oh. Look at that. >Blood on their hands. Standing over Cory’s body.

.....

10:19 PM

>They're both sitting at the table, tea cakes and cups galore, as Wayan stands there.

. . .

>what in the goddamn That is...rather unexpected events...

Right. I know a contract when I see one. What's going on. >it's more of a demand than a question,

>He's baring his teeth, growling static - the only reason he hasn't charged forward yet is the unknown demon standing there...

>Sitting there, excuse you.

>Fuck you he doesn't care

If it was a contract, we'd actually have their soul.

>Which they don’t!! Dante has it, technically.

>He looks at Wayan, frowning. Wayan, you in there? Want yer tea?

No, I know that.

10:22 PM

I mean between you and that one.

>But they’re in a daze right now. Maybe once they had their tea they might be able to sp—

10:22 PM

>slowly turned to look at William.

10:22 PM

…yeah… >walking away from the group and just. Sitting across from Lucielle and. Sipping their tea. Not minding the blood on their hand. And ignoring everyone, sorry!

..... >Serpentine eyes stare at Anular. Before a small smile appears. Let's not worry 'bout that. 'Ere ya go, Wayan. >And they're given a cup!

>Static gets louder! Someone's clearly angry.

>theyre sipping. Again. Bloody hand. Not minding it. >…Huh. Their mind feels clear again. Double clear, even. If that was possible.

>he's looking between everyone wondering what the fuck is happening Mind an explanation? I have no intent, or rather, the strength to do anything like these two here.

Please. I'd rather know the truth before my comrade here loses it.

>There'd be profanities if his voice box hadn't overloaded. (edited)

[nsfw text THIS IS A JOKE] > down boy before someone leashes you.

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>A beat pauses, as he looks over at The Devil, eyebrow raised.

Y'know I hate explainin'.

>William stares. The man seems content in being silent for the moment.

>The Devil rolls his eye

10:27 PM

....Oh, fine.

10:27 PM

Well, I'm sure y'can make some guesses, right? Based off of evidence... unless you weren't really payin' attention to the culprit, of course.

I mean the motive.

>He takes a step forward, static upon static as he makes very frustrated looking gestures. Seriously, what motive?

Oh.

10:29 PM

>There's a chuckle. Your souls, the entertainment... Really, I just wanted to try somethin' out, mostly.

... You chose a piss-poor group to soul harvest from. A demon already in a soulbind contract, two robots, and.. whatever our little nutcase here has going on? >sorry wayan.

>PFFT---

>glances at Lucielle. >They’re choosing to ignore the insult. They’ve been called…way worse by their ex boss :)

>is that a challenge

Ah so one of those... Though frankly I've heard more of those who sold their souls willingly... >he's shaking his head. sorry this man is such a freak

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>William rolls his eyes, if she's not gonna say it... Th'point was to mess with a person who has a connection to this place. But it was also to try out my tea concoction. See if it'd work on these sinners, mostly.

GOOD TO SEE ALL REASON IN THIS GROUP DIED W HIM

>My guy is one bad roll away from just going for it

>You can certainly try, those slitted eyes of his have been keeping an eye on you.

>…puts the tea down. >oh. Like their…oh. Okay. You can see them visibly deflate at the notion of them being an experiment.

>My guy is one bad roll away from just going for it

@Moros (@bertdil) - jump gripping

>you ever grab a guy by his hair like this.

>he's looking over at moros Less you wish to join your friend, I'd suggest you stop yourself from lunging.

>you ever grab a guy by his hair like this.

@Anular (@BB CHANNEL~! [Sadie]) - jump >STATICKY NOISES THAT CLEARLY TRANSLATE TO LET GO

>He feels a little bad, but better to have them not trust The Devil... >And brings some relief. Good, he had made sure that this cup of tea wouldn't have the same side effects like the previous one.

You'll be an idiot if I do. Sit and be good for a second. [i am so sorry nsfwish]

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10:36 PM

So the tea was rigged, am I getting that right?

>WELL HE'S CERTAINLY NOT SITTING but he does make for a very threatening looking guard dog, baring his teeth as he is. Crazy to think this was the same guy who was running into the fog like an idiot huh.

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Not your tea, if that's what yer thinkin'.

10:37 PM

I ain't messin' with that butler's brew.

…just mine…

10:37 PM

>a mumble.

But for Wayan? yes.

Makes sense why nothing happened when some of us drank it.

> he still never drank it lmao.`

>He's aware.

>Neither did Moros!

Normally this would be where the big bad goes on a big ol' tirade..., but really, this was mostly a test. Nothin' more, nothin' less. Y'all can leave if ya want--- >A pause.

10:39 PM

She said that she wanted souls, but really, he could care less.

A test...?

10:39 PM

. . .

'Xactly what i just said.

>Static gets louder.

>He sighs. Whatever. If he doesn't get back to Lu soon a nuke might go off. Moros. We need to go get Jaws repaired.

Too bad... if you all were more proactive in figurin' out what happened an' paid attention... maybe there'd be more of a spectacle.

>If he could hit them, he would right about now.

>He actually whirls to look at Anular, still very visibly angry. He makes some very threatening gestures, his hands shaking - clearly he's torn between wanting to get vengeance and wanting to get Crimson repaired as soon as possible.

Attacking them now will only get you both damaged. And I'd be real mad if I had to drag both your asses back and break Nyx's heart.

….

10:42 PM

>looking away. They’re…gonna stay here for a while. Leave when everyone else leaves.

>A shame.....

>blackened eyes scan over to Wayan for a moment, then back to Moros. he speaks louder, this time, to be properly heard through his muzzle across the room.

Besides, wouldn't revenge be better when they least expect it?

>Snorts

Not the peanut gallery.

>Tch.

10:44 PM

Got my hopes up fer nothin'.

So brought in unwillingly for a test... Honestly I would've felt more of anything if it was those games I'm far too familiar with. >he sighs A pity... Nonetheless we just gave you what you wanted on a silver platter by not doing anything until it's too late.

>The static decreases in volume for a second. He makes some more obviously frustrated gestures, before he just nods. Clearly he's unhappy about just walking away.

``i need this picture redrawn as anu at some point.

>FLIPS HIM OFF TOO---

10:46 PM

Anyways. >Guess who's getting picked up like a sack of potatoes? That's right, Wayan.

... I get it. We'll figure it out later. We need to go. /He/ needs to go. He's worried about his kids. :(

>Noise of surprise. HUH? THEY’RE POTATOES?

>Yeah! He's going to... oh.

10:47 PM

>Walk right out the window of the library.

>HELP? There’s a shriek coming from th

>he's looking at Anular and Moros Looks like I'll follow you two considering that's likely the only way I'll get home.

I'm just takin' ya home! Don't shriek into my ear like that!

... Yes. Come with us. We'll at least feed you while we get your portal home figured out.

>oh. Okay.

10:50 PM

…terimah kaish…

10:50 PM

>another mumble. Another sad mumble.

>The static noises he's making are very obviously angry still. Already heading towards where Crimson is - he wants out of here sooner rather than later.

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