[In response to
this : Squalo is sitting on the front porch of House 9 and is absolutely livid. He has been stewing for a good couple of days now over his missing sword. That someone was able to steal it without his knowing is a HUGE blow to his ego. So much so that making a public announcement about it is the last thing he wants to do. And no. He's not yelling. He's beyond yelling at this point. Instead, his voice is very measured and slightly strained. This is not a good sign.]
To the thieving trash who has my sword, you have moxie. I’ll give you that much.
You also have one hour to return it, no questions asked, and I’ll even let you liiiive.
If you don't, I will find you. I will break your arms. I will break your kneecaps. I will peel off your skin like you are a fucking grape. And I will use a dull butter knife to do it.
And if my sword is in anyway damaged, may God have mercy on your pathetic soul because not even the Malnosso will be able to resurrect you when I’m done.
Have a pleasant day.
[OOC: This charmer is affected and also taken.]