"I'm not extremely surprised by these things anymore. I figure he will make his attempted killer look like a Cannibal Horse album."
"That's some real malice," he said. "Anyway, thanks again for the beverages last night; really appreciate it."
"Maybe you could crack the bottle open whenever Azrael gets back. Celebrate another successful soul digestion."
"Ugh..." Dusty shook his head. "I would hate to know how that tearing feels. He'll be fine, though. You could say he is... metal."
"I'm surprised he, or anypony can put up with that," he thought. "Then again, he's probably been through worse."
Maya brought the curry out to Blackened. "Here you go, dude. Enjoy.~" "I..." Azrael hissed in pain. "I'm going to slice open the milk-drinker who built this, break their legs, and sew it inside! On three legs!"
"I do not suppose they had a reason for sentencing you and everyone in the vicinity to death, did they?"
"The reasoning was never explained to me," Azrael said, "But now I have a great reason to give a *squee!* an implant." "Yep.~" Maya walked back behind the bar, lightly flicking Blackened with her tail as she turned.
Azrael nodded to Edmond. "Cut it off." (Aaaaand this specific scene I would like to pause until Ridley's next reply.)
A small blush formed on Blacky's face as he was lightly flicked by Maya's tail. Regardless, he continued to eat the curry she'd made for him.
"Sooo... Blacky, since I can't use much, and there's no way I'm letting Raven touch anything before she's 18, would like my half of the psychedelics stash?" Maya asked.
"I could always attempt to drag you into the void, seperating the object from yourself. it has been a long time since anyone recoevered from it, thought...."
"I know where to get more cheap," Maya said. "I've got..." Since Mister Asmodeus wasn't quite sure what drugs you can and can't mention here, she leaned in and quietly listed substances that will be revealed to Blackened in a Skype message.