22; where did my magic box go; seriously i need that; magic ink dragons ftw

[sandinmyboots]

[Kefka is on top of a tall spire of rock, standing on his tip toes, and he's holding a paintbrush in midair. His eyes are closed, serene

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[a_pretty_fire]

They're wonderful. [Drusilla clapped her hands excitedly, before listening to the rest of the post and why the dragons had been summoned.] What did you lose?

[sandinmyboots]

My box! I blessed it with powers and set it up in a temple since I didn't know what to do with all those cultists otherwise...they've got a religion about me, apparently! They can protect the box while I figure out what's next!

Or, at least, until it disappeared.

[a_pretty_fire]

All your little minions. Daddy used to have them, but they were too frightened to bow. They thought he'd snap their necks.

Stolen. That was naughty.

[sandinmyboots]

What's the use of dead minions? Missing the entire point!

It is. I'm going to get it back! You're not missing anything I can get back for you, are you?

[a_pretty_fire]

They're loyal. You'll never forget the one who rips your throat out. [She certainly hadn't.]

No. They left Miss Edith alone.

[sandinmyboots]

I meant dead-dead, not undead-dead. Dead-dead is hard to live as.

How is Miss Edith doing?

[a_pretty_fire]

I've never met a zombie. I don't think they'd be good company.

She likes Los Angeles.

[sandinmyboots]

I mean permanently dead. In the ground. Soul off to the Phantom Train and everything.

What's it like? I've never been there.

[a_pretty_fire]

In the ground with all the little worms nibbling on their eyes.

Loud. It's full of lives ready to be plucked.