At hearing the time they had left, Blackened knew what he had to do. "Damn, it's starting to get late. I'd better go get the supplies!"
Tyro laps up the last of his cider. As he licks his chops, he prods the urn with a paw. Nothing. "Good riddence." He mumbles.
"We did give him a bottle of rum. At best, you'd get a drinking song dribbed liberally around the room about the fishmonger's daugter. He wouldn't shut up after the third place. Ethereal pub crawls are not fun for the mortals."
(Arch is sending notes through space. I can't remember if he specified since you joined.) "My friend. Look." Azrael bit down on his lip just hard enough to break the skin. The lip leaked a small amount of embalming fluid before closing itself up in a reasonably short time. "I am not like you."
Tyro immediately moves in closer, holding Azreal's chin as he inspects where the cut should be. He was enraptured by what he'd just seen. "That's incredible. Is it a curse? Experimental elements? Anger any deities?"
Heart Song had left some time earlier, but Marq remained until last call. After finishing his final drink of the night, he paid his tab and headed out to his limo for a quick nap before the "break-in."
Raven said her farewells and stuff before heading out and chilling on the roof. Asmo turned into a copy of Heart Song, hoping to fool at least somepony into thinking he was long gone.
"Ah! All right then. Very cool." He lets go of her chin, still inspecting her. He looks her up and down, clearly quite fascinated. "How were you ressurected? Do you suffer from any loss of feeling? Any emotional issues or numbness?"
The undead stallion shook his* head. "No loss of anything, save for ease of putting me back down. I was brought back by a follower of Discord to guard something."
