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Raven gave a long sigh. "Hey, Blacky. Wanna hear a metalcore breakdown?"
Asmo rolled his eyes. "You horses are no fun." ~~~~~~ "Guess there's no arguing with you?" Azrael guessed, sapping a small bit of Nightshade's...
"Which ones?" Asmo joked. Raven shot him a nasty glare. "Shut it, or I'll sick Blacky on you."
"Asking a minor to sell you alcohol?" She shook her head, taking a pint of cider from tap. "Tsk tsk."
"Yeah, yeah, why don't you go polish my guitar, roadie," Raven teased with a wink.
"Hah. Just for kicks and giggles..." Raven closed her eyes, took a deep breath and pulled a [MEDIA]
"Mayhaps. Why?" Azrael spun around, backhoofing one of the wraiths in the teeth hard enough to shatter its head just before it reached him. He...
"Always. Present arms!" Raven shredded out a fast, complicated solo, reminiscent of something one would hear from a speed metal band, but all...
As nothing else was likely to happen, Raven chilled out and practiced her part of the duel.
Raven smirked and nodded. "That'd be badass."
Rave smirked. "Easy when your mom leaves the casino with 50K a visit, and your uncle's a billionaire. Say, Blackybloo, you have a guitar nearby?...
"Damn it!" Azrael slammed his hoof onto the ground, cracking it. "Can't consume them... It matters not, let's get this over with!" Navaja...
Azrael smirked. "Finally. Hopefully this is not another ice wraith." Navaja test-flicked his blade from his gauntlet, dragging it over his cheek...
"You better," Asmo said from the back. "Be a cool surprise for Azzy when he gets back if you show up. Plus, we want your money."
"Lemmy, coming right up!" Raven quickly tossed together a whiskey and cola, sliding it over to Blackened. "So, what've you been up to? Been a...
Raven shrugged, dicking around with her guitar behind the bar. "Az is out on some adventure, parents are at home with bro. Not sure about the...
Navaja shrugged as he followed along. "There will be more loot ahead, señor Galahad." "And hopefully something to kill," Azrael added. "I...
Azrael followed Nightshade up the stairs, followed soon by Navaja, after he finished stuffing a few coins into his pockets. "Don't need these...
I second this.
"Magnifico." Navaja trotted up to the lock, flicked a tiny pick from his gauntlet, and picked his way through after about ten seconds. "Done, now...
