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[westernabyss]

Finally. Finally I have some measure of peace.

Isley, dear, darling Isley... and Priscilla. You sweet little monster of a child. Your body is truly marvelous.

Rest in whatever semblance of peace we monsters can have.

[ooc; At this point, Riful no longer cares about her little girl cover story, because as of the end of yesterday's curse, she

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[opfern]

...

[ OOC: A little too shocked to say anything--YOU'RE GETTING BLOOD ON THE CARPET. ]

[westernabyss]

[Leisurely licking blood off one perfect little arm]

Alfons.

[opfern]

[ And he's frozen in place, more or less. ]

Riful...what... What happened?! Are you hurt?

[westernabyss]

Hurt? No. I am far from it.

[smiiiiile]

[a_legacy]

[Closing the door behind her with a bag in her arms, she fluffs out the snowflakes in her hair oblivious at first.]

Al? Riful? I'm back from the store!

[Only after shrugging off her coat and finding the room the other two were did she stop and just stare.]

[westernabyss]

[Her head turns, the lanks of inky black hanging loose about the room]

Why, Franca. Hello.

[opfern]

[He acts quickly, jumping from the couch and edging around the monster before moving to stand in between Franca and this...'Abyssal One']

Where's Riful?!

[westernabyss]

Right here.

[fate_defiant]

...

[westernabyss]

Not the appearence you were expecting?

[fate_defiant]

I wondered why my brand always ached around you.

[westernabyss]

It was fun playing with you, Guts. Truly.

[glock30]

Really.

[westernabyss]

You're just far too clever.

[glock30]

You just aren't very subtle.

[westernabyss]

My need for hiding has simply come to an end.

[ex_janvalent852]

Is that what you really look like?

[westernabyss]

My true appearence.

[ex_janvalent852]

I think you're good lookin.

[westernabyss]

How flattering.