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She… she had to stop this. Edgar was going to kill Roy. Jenny was hurt, she could use that. ”Hey Edgar, do you have any bandages?” Jenny coughed a little, getting some blood on her sleeve. The blood had been from before, when she’d first been stabbed- she’d healed enough by now that blood had quit traveling up her throat. It looked pretty scary, though. @RoyalBeeMage

Jenny nearly began to speak, but something stopped her. It was a feeling. Not too terribly strong, but present. Roy wasn’t lying about wanting to help her. She’d been weakened, he could’ve likely used his madness magic to distract her enough to retrieve his spear. He could’ve killed Edgar while he was paralyzed, too. He wouldn’t have needed a spear for that. Slowly, she moved her hand away from Sword. She had her own secrets too. Ones that only Edgar knew. Maybe Roy was simply hiding his regular secrets. Everyone had secrets. Jenny turned away from Roy and started wondering what to do about her wound, staring at it a bit concerned. @Weaver of Lights

“You have more than one plan?” Jenny knew Roy couldn’t be trusted, but she had been unaware of any larger schemes he had besides trying to murder her and Ed. She shifted so that she could quickly draw Sword if needed. Did his plans have to do with that master he had mentioned? @Weaver of Lights @RoyalBeeMage

“Most of it?” Jenny was bristling. Roy was planning something. It was something awful, most likely. ”I need to know all of your plans involving me.” @Weaver of Lights

Receives a white rabbit with a mean streak a mile wide. Inserts a skull.

What Roy said made some sense. But why was he only realizing that just now? And this was an extremely big change of heart to have this quickly. Jenny didn’t quite believe his story. Jenny tried to help Ed sit up. She attempted to brush some of the dirt off of his face. @RoyalBeeMage

“I don’t understand why he did that…” Jenny cocked her head. ”And why do you care? I thought you hated Edgar?” She moved so that she was blocking Ed’s body from Roy better. Maybe he was trying to lull her into a false sense of security. ”You literally tried to killed him two minutes ago.” @Weaver of Lights

The poison seemed to be wearing off. Jenny gently squeezed Ed’s hand. Luckily he hadn’t ingested a dangerous amount. Something was very, very wrong with Roy. He never apologized. Normally he’d smile at seeing Ed uncomfortable. She didn’t even know how to respond to him.

Well shoot, now his eyes were watering. Maybe Roy had been trying to get her to make Ed uncomfortable on purpose. ”That looks like it hurts, um…” She closed his eyes again. @RoyalBeeMage

“Oh.” She hadn’t considered that. Jenny looked back at Ed. Did he want to see or have not-dried-out eyes? He’d been pretty scared. She would want to see what was going on if she felt that way. Jenny reopened his eyes. “Sorry, Ed.” She paused awkwardly. ”Thanks for reminding me, Roy?” She was unsure enough about her decision to thank Roy that it came out sounding like a question. The guy had just stabbed her, but now he was being helpful. Did he feel bad about it or something? @Weaver of Lights

Plastique glanced at her watch. The Rolex was the most valuable possession she owned. Even before the Calamity, Rolexes fetched a pretty penny. That’s what the guy selling them had said, at least. She’d met him in her earlier days, before she was in Fish’s employ, so she had killed him after that explanation. Pay was short then, but she’d really wanted the watch. She liked listening to the ticking noises both of the hands made. The watch told her that it was nearing the time of the meeting. She began to slowly get ready to leave for the docks. Plastique was never one to show up early. She was late rather often- it was fun to make people wait for her- but she needed to be punctual today. She decided to change her outfit. Rifling through her massive walk-in closet, she picked a gorgeous green silk dress. It was narrow enough that it constricted her movement a bit, but her preferred method of fighting made that unimportant. Its stiff collar framed her face like the exquisite work of art that it was, considering the amount of painting she had to do on it each day. The skirt came down to just above her knees. Every part of it fit her form exactly, no loose fabric anywhere. It had been tailored just for her. In fact, no one else in the city could wear it. Not a zipper, button, or ribbon was present. Plastique laid the dress out then completely melted herself. A hideous blob of flesh roughly the size of a person now sat on the closet floor. The most apt comparison was the congealed remains of a human who had been flattened by a hydraulic press, then pureed by an industrial-sized blender for good measure. She chose to leave her all of her current apparel unabsorbed except for her accessories. Slithering out of her former outfit, she blobbed over to the dress. She went inside the garment, squishing herself in order to fit through the narrow section at the waist. Arranging her form so that it filled the dress completely, she managed to stand on two thick tendrils of goo. Plastique unmelted herself and was now wearing the dress. She gained a bit of height as the tendrils elongated and turned into solid legs. She checked the fit in the mirror. The dress was perfect. It was altered so that no flaws could be seen, no hint of the ugly, crude form it had started as. So was its wearer. At least, that’s what she told herself. After staring at her reflection for a moment longer, Plastique put her silver heels back on. They went with almost everything. She grabbed her purse, clopped her way outside, and headed towards the docks.

Not to brag, but I’ve been to three live Wiggles concerts. I have a mini labradoodle named Hagrid and a Devon rex cat named Dobby (he takes after his namesake). Ya like jazz?

Me: I sure enjoyed eating two pints of ice cream! The natural consequences of eating two pints of ice cream:

I’m 5’7, three inches taller than average. So only a lil bit. *roaring noises* TPBM has dyed their hair.

We’re just copy and pasting the introduction scene to Skyrim line by line

D E S E R T P O W E R I really loved part 2 of the movies, I think the best word to describe it is “epic”.

Probably? TPBM sometimes uses emojis instead of periods

Those aren't credits that roll after Walker Texas Ranger. It is actually a list of fatalities that occurred during the making of the episode.

I think whoever invented the rule that scholarly writing wasn’t allowed to use contractions was just trying to find an excuse to reach an assignment’s minimum word count.

Chuck Norris does not know where you live, but he knows where you die.

The cabbage merchant creates the Cabbage Corp and uses its power to takes the sandwich in revenge, bequeathing it unto me.

The last digit of pi is Chuck Norris. He is the end of all things.

About two weeks ago. TPBM adores cheese.

I throw pocket sand in your face and take it back.