PRE-DATED TO BEFORE DEATH ROBOTS FROM SPACE

[halfcocked]

[is it the middle of camp? you bet your ASS it is.

and wandering around it in FABULOUS fashion is one supernaturally well-groomed trapnoah. he seems to be looking for something, and it ain't shampoo. probably.Not here, not there, not here either . . . hmm, what kind of monster hunt is this? Hey, vampire! Vaaaaaaaampire? Moooooonster, where

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[andredallover]

...lose someone?

[halfcocked]

The vampire Exorcist. Not to mention that fucker Cross. But he can't hide from me here.

[andredallover]

He seems to be managing so far.

[halfcocked]

Shut up, Ticky, we'll find him. He's probably hiding in the forest like a little pussy. He got lucky last time!

[andredallover]

Send up a flare if you manage to find him, I want to watch.

[halfcocked]

We've had some requests~ believe me, I'll make it really, really good. It's too bad though. What he really deserves is some sort of nasty STD death.

[andredallover]

You could probably give him that, but it might involve a few sacrifices on your part.

[halfcocked]

Really? Like what?

[having two brains in here doesn't make me any smarter.]

[andredallover]

*yeah no*

...............I'll have the Earl explain it to you one day.

[halfcocked]

Huh?

. . . Oh fuck you, Ticky! That's disgusting. Besides, aren't you the go-to guy for that kind of thing?

[andredallover]

I'm not at risk for catching anything.

[halfcocked]

Whether you are or aren't, we don't want to know about it! You're the Earl's prettyboy, sounds risky to me.

[andredallover]

He doesn't use me for that. Much.

[halfcocked]

Ugh.

[andredallover]

Any luck, yet?

[halfcocked]

No. Just Boyfriend Angel, some pervert, Wife-Rapist, a collection of boring assholes!