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"Hey, maybe you could bring back a stuffed critter!"
"Very far. Why?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Raven sighed. "But you're gonna come back. Right?"
"That's a useless question. It depends how big it is." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Raven looked up at her, concerned. "You gonna be okay, babe?"
"I weigh four hundred pounds. I fear I'm not built for a bike."
Alright. Why the *squee!* is there a poll on top of our RP?
"What did you have in mind?"
"Tell me you didn't intend to walk."
Azrael followed. It was odd that he was so willing to go to the Crystal Empire because he was asked to. Out of character, even. He probably wanted...
Azrael action figure! -Smells like a morgue. -Pull his string, and he'll say freaky *squee!*. -Doubles as a taser. Asmodeus action figure! -Tentacle...
Azrael nodded. "Let's go." ~~~~~~~~~~ Raven chuckled. "Old doesn't always mean senile."
"North? To the Empire?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She smiled some. "Heh. Nostalgia, huh?"
Saturday, July 8.
Azrael turned around. "Hmm?" ~~~~~~ "Ham and cheese. Generic, but that's okay."
Raven took a bite to figure out what she was eating.
Azrael was standing over a recently incapacitated bandit, facing away from Edmond. He spat upon the criminal. "No idea who I am."
Azrael was definitely in the forest, somewhere. Surely someone talented enough could track that power.
Raven sighed. "Just don't pull a me and be dumb up there." ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Then it looks like you better get your ass moving."
"You think you fading came from the ball?" Asmo asked.
"Anything that looks metal as buck," Raven requested. "So like... Maybe a war axe?"
"Or..?" ~~~~~~~~~~ Raven frowned. "Aww..."
