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*A ridiculously tall man entangled in vines has just stumbled into the messhall. Tied to his back with the vines is another man, wearing a billowing red cape and the expression of someone who has long since given up on anything in his life ever making sense anymore.*
Oh my, oh, oh goodness that... that was QUITE some walk, I must say! Ah, pa... pardon me for my sudden appearance, but I was wondering if there is anyone in here with a sharp tool of some sort they could use to help me and master Valentine go our separate ways?
((EDIT: Vincent has now set the vines on fire. And Brook as well. Also I am pooped for the night and saying goodnight to you all, but I shall be back in the morning!))
Oh my, oh, oh goodness that... that was QUITE some walk, I must say! Ah, pa... pardon me for my sudden appearance, but I was wondering if there is anyone in here with a sharp tool of some sort they could use to help me and master Valentine go our separate ways?
((EDIT: Vincent has now set the vines on fire. And Brook as well. Also I am pooped for the night and saying goodnight to you all, but I shall be back in the morning!))