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[twelvemasks]

[--WITH AN UNQUENCHING DESIRE FOR THE FLESH OF THE LIVING.... Now our knight has retreated to the field of stars with the sleeping Fumie in tow. Exhausted, the protector searches desperately for signs of backup, brandishing his bloodied rapier. THEY CANNOT HIDE FOREVER, FOR THE NOSE OF A CHEETAH IS POWERFUL, AND IN THE LAND OF THE DEAD, OUR HEROES

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[cyfor]

[YAY FOR BEING AROUND PEOPLE WHO DON'T GET IN HER HEAD.] Nancylocks?

[twelvemasks]

[He'll assume that means Sam and nod.]

[cyfor]

I scared him.

[twelvemasks]

He's been scared by worse.

[cyfor]

[Peeks up at him] Really?

[twelvemasks]

Definitely.