Mel's still in the bar. Sometimes in the rafters, sometimes outsid, soetimes actually on the floor. Her movements are erratic because, well, she looks to be fidgetting.
Right now she's in the rafters. Cartwheeling form one end of one to another in a movement that looks like the Slayer equivalent of pacing restlessly
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The someone sounds rather like she's beaming.
A lot.*
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Mel flips to hang by a hand and drops down.
"You died."
It's almost accusatory.
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*The beam fades, a very little, but still hangs on valiantly.*
- well, you went to Hell. Voluntarily.
*Turnabout's fair play!*
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Mel beams brightly enough for both of them.
"And I never drop a grab."
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I knew you would.
*. . . . this is not the hero-worship you're looking for. Shutup.*
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Mel present the silver and onyx amulet for inspection.
"S'a bit dainty for my taste, but it does the job."
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- shiny, *she says, approvingly, and yes, she does mean it in the original sense of the word.*
Is it just nice jewelry, or does it do something special?
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Sounds like enough of a plus to me.
Also, tres chic, so double purpose!
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"So how've things been apart from the obvious?"
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- complex, *she offers, helpfully, and then -* Better now you're back.
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- okay, maybe it was sort of a statement of the obvious, but, you know, I've never been great at the deep stuff anyways -
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