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[_blackrider]

It's only when they leave you that you know they are gone. But then again Bob wasn't happy in The Robe anyway, was he?

::hiss, shriek, screams of agreement::

:| :\ :/ :D >:) :O ;P :{

Was he ever in The Robe in the first place?

Did we ever throw him a farewell party?!

Why do we have to throw parties? We are wraiths we DON'T EXIST! WE ARE DEAD

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[_thuringwethil]

*wanders by sipping a 'bloody' mary*

Hello boys.

[_blackrider]

Thuringwethil, darling. You're looking deadlier than ever. How are things?

...is that a 'bloody' bloody mary I see in your beautiful hands?

::wish they had a stomach::

...the undead are not beautiful.

You wanna say that to her yourself? >:D

No.

[_thuringwethil]

WHy yes it is. And thank you.

Still the lot of you in there then? Must get kinda cramped.

[_blackrider]

But the parties are great. Kinda like routine, but then again boss won't join us for 'em. :\

::start to make obscene hand gestures, lusting after the bloody mary, all to no avail cos they can't drink it::

Shit.

And for all you know we may as well have air conditioning installed in here. We are weirdos, after all.

[_thuringwethil]

*shrugs*

*hands you the glass*

Well, you can always TRY...

Failing that, maybe if you kill it by smashing the glass you can drink the SPIRIT of the drink, although I'm not entirely sure the realm of the undead extends to alcoholic beverages.

[_blackrider]

::hoovers closer to you and curls a bony hand around the glass::

::shrieks in annoyance at the cracking noise the gauntlet makes::

...this needs oiling. And...wouldn't hurt trying.

::pulls the glass inside the folds of the robe::

We'll get ourselves wet. >:|

So. While we try this...how's Little 'Lisse?

[_thuringwethil]

*smirks*

Not so little anymore. She's grown up.

[_blackrider]

::drink the bloody mary and indeed, get wet as it leaks out of a punctured stomach::

Shit. See? I told you.

::hide the embarassment by shuffling around the filthy tattered robe::

Yeah? We wonder if she remembers the time when she was an 'ickle tap dancing 'un and we flashed her. >:D

In a non-sexual way of course because we don't have any...

DANGLY BITS. E-V-E-R-Y-O-N-E- K-N-O-W-S. >:|

...meanie.

[meldamelisse]

...

Hello there. >:)

[_blackrider]

::collective cheer::

::even the meanie [a.k.a Witchking] joins in::

LISSE! My, have YOU grown!

Killed anyone lately? >:)

[meldamelisse]

*curtsies*

Not quite killed but there's this useless mariner type who's dying slowly and painfully.

[_blackrider]

::bestows you with a disembodied nod of approval which gets lost somewhere inside the flowing robe::

Ah, you said the magic words. 'Slowly' and 'painfully'. Reminds us of the good old days when we nearly did off with the hairy big footed midget.

[meldamelisse]

Apparently there's one of them lurking around here these days. The original one who encountered Suro's little trinket after it fell from that velour-encased fuckhead's finger in the river. >:)

[_blackrider]

::shriek and shudder::

The ugly, not-remotely-cute one which leaves stinky floater in pools?!

[meldamelisse]

That's the one.

[_blackrider]

Can we kill it? >:D