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Who: Rasputin, PicoBartok, [Open]
What: The time of your afterlife.
When: June 26th, evening.
Where: Neon City, streets.
Rasputin had finally allowed PicoBatrok to drag him away from the comforting chill of the North to a funfilled night in Neon City.
So far the confused corpse was more then happy to marvel at the brightly colored Neon Lights of the casinos while eating a Churro.
"Come on boss dontcha wanna go inside?" PicoBartok asked lookingly longingly at the front door to the casino.
"It's too noisy in there." Complained Rasputin taking another bite of the Churro and savoring how the cinnamon taste exploded on his tongue. "Are you sure this isn't French?" He asked Bartok once more.
"Pretty sure." The Albino Picodevimon responded fluttering over to the cart to get another.
The previous owner of said cart had met an unfortunate end when Rasputin had brought to life a nearby Leomon statue to throw the cart owner into traffic. The statue now stood diligently by the cart.
"You may have been right Bartok." Rasputin mused, "Perhaps I've been too cautious hiding in the snow and ice...maybe it's time I find a new hobby." He chuckled his yellow crooked teeth curling into a smile.
What: The time of your afterlife.
When: June 26th, evening.
Where: Neon City, streets.
Rasputin had finally allowed PicoBatrok to drag him away from the comforting chill of the North to a funfilled night in Neon City.
So far the confused corpse was more then happy to marvel at the brightly colored Neon Lights of the casinos while eating a Churro.
"Come on boss dontcha wanna go inside?" PicoBartok asked lookingly longingly at the front door to the casino.
"It's too noisy in there." Complained Rasputin taking another bite of the Churro and savoring how the cinnamon taste exploded on his tongue. "Are you sure this isn't French?" He asked Bartok once more.
"Pretty sure." The Albino Picodevimon responded fluttering over to the cart to get another.
The previous owner of said cart had met an unfortunate end when Rasputin had brought to life a nearby Leomon statue to throw the cart owner into traffic. The statue now stood diligently by the cart.
"You may have been right Bartok." Rasputin mused, "Perhaps I've been too cautious hiding in the snow and ice...maybe it's time I find a new hobby." He chuckled his yellow crooked teeth curling into a smile.