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The witch raised her eyebrow. "I never said it was bad pressures. And lets not forget, your friend somehow stabbed me with a tree. I'm don't feel particularly inclined to work with you."
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"The kind I don't talk to people who invade my house about."
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Quest shrugged helplessly. "Witch, um, would it be possible for us to stay here until Vance and Kealie come back and then we will leave together as a group." The witch sighed, and rubbed her forhead. She grimaced when it came back stained red. "Normally that would be a lovely arrangement. However, I am under certain, erm, pressures that make that impossible.
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Dave wandered through the Inn, out for a midnight stroll. He hadn't been able to sleep and this seemed as good a way as any to collect his thoughts. He walked alone, to a distant rhythm, chords that seemed to play for his ears only. Dave was....old. Not a lot mattered to him anymore. His mission was deemed impossible by plenty of people and even a couple of his peers. So he simply existed. A few years ago he found it easier if he wore it with a smile. Dave glanced down at his miraculously attached arm. That should probably have hurt. Shouldn't it have concerned him? It was hard to tell what should matter anymore. Dave frowned and pulled his thoughts to present times. Reminiscing did little good. Lets see, ah yes, Obsidian. He was certainly interesting. He said he couldn't die, maybe he could finally be the one to keep that promise. Hmm, were those new posters on the billboard? HELP WANTED was written boldly across the top. Very blatant advertising. Dave gave an edge of a smile. Then again, wasn't the point? Dave awarded his point a quiet chuckle and moved to read the posters. The trash one caught his eye. Seemed interseting enough. Obsidian would probably also enjoy that sort of work. With a hint of amusement, the same that accompanied all of Dave's actions, he scribbled his name and HELP GIVEN in one of the trash poster's boxes. @xinoehp512 -
The witch frowned. "That's rather unfair. Would you like to talk now?"
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The witch waved her hand and a portal appeared behind her. With one step with she was thirty feet down the house. She frowned. "That was rude." A portal appeared underneath Antin.
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The witch frowned. "Why are you walking towards me?"
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"If you want to be the heroes I can be the villain." The witch said with a slight smirk, leaning against a tree.
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"I will. I will kill you, maybe not now, but until my dying breath. I will find you in your sleep and slit your throat. I will put your head on a pike and burn it. Command her," Miyako paused, "either of them and my sword will be stained with your blood." She spoke with no inflection, only cold dark truth. As if stating a simple fact. Her eyes were empty of all emotion and her body was held perfectly still. Darker than any Shadow could hope to be. The witch fixed Antin with a glare. "I want my house back." "Are you sure your...ok?" Quest said awkwardly gesturing at the witch's various wounds. The witch snorted. "I'm quite sure I can take you two now that your mentor and terrifying friend are gone."
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Miyako glared at Mariel but didn't resist. To much at least. At least until she started ordering Hyron around. Miyako's voice became ice hard. "Do that again and I kill you." @CalanoCorvus
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Dave began to walk back to the kitchen. "Probably in the kitchen. I'll get you a cup."
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"So? I already know her." Miyako muttered back.
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"Among other applications, yes."
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"Princess Mariel?" Miyako elbowed Hyron subtly.
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Dave chuckled. "Not raw, you usually sprinkle over other foods." Dave took the container from Obsidian and swallowed a mouthful, grinning. "Would you like some water to wash away the taste?"
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Dave grinned. "You can try that with the salt if you like, though it will be an interesting experience to say the least."
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Miyako held back an yawn with a raised a hand to her mouth. "Mornin' princess."
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Miyako absently noted the red strips. She'd seen weirder.
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Dave lifted an eyebrow. "Most people would call it eating." Exaggerating the motion he bit into the apple again.
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Dave picked up the other apple and bit into it. "Can you taste flavors with your mouth?" Dave asked, while trying to swallow the fruit.
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Dave strolled over to the kitchen and rummaged around, looking for the salt and apples. After a moment he laid them out in front of Obsidian, eyes twinkling. "A mound of salt and apples, served."
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"Ah! Why thank you very much. Lets go find some apples and salt, on me."
