[Voice / Action] Fourth Waaaaaall.

[wingenvy]

So does this mean that "New Feather" cycle's started up again? It's been a few months, so I guess it works. Weird about the no-wings thing, though

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[bringsdisaster]

[CRASH. Well, there goes a bottle of really well aged whiskey.

And there's a little girl smiling at you from in front of the bar counter, Zack.]

[wingenvy]

[Ack. Small child in the bar. THIS CAN'T BE GOOD. Hastily Zack scoots over to the broken bottle, grabbing a mop.]

Whoa! Watch your step there, kid, you don't want to step in broken glass or something.

[bringsdisaster]

[Better watch out, Zack, it's slippery.

And she's just going to stand there. smiling. creepily.]

[wingenvy]

[Wh... why is she just standing there staring at him.

Okay, focus on one thing at a time then. First, cleaning up. He's not about to look like an idiot in front of a kid by falling, ha! Too bad about the whiskey though, it looked like good stuff.]

Are you lost or something? A bar isn't a good place for a little girl.

[bringsdisaster]

[A shake of the head. Still smiling.

Oh dear, that shelf of bottles behind the counter just came loose.]

[wingenvy]

[WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE, SERIOUSLY]

[bringsdisaster]

[Just a little disaster.]

[wingenvy]

Oh geez, Guy's not gonna be happy about this... hey kid, you should probably get out of here. Is there somebody in town that can look after you?

[bringsdisaster]

[Still smiling cheekily. She'll nod though. She doesn't need to be taken care of, afterall.]

[wingenvy]

[Oh, good. He starts cleaning up, then, still baffled. Do sealed bottles explode when they get cold, maybe?]

[bringsdisaster]

[Sure they do, Zack.

Oh, dear, is the stove on? There might be a smell of smoke wafting from the bar's kitchen as she exits.]

[And that night, the village burned to the ground, while a little girl watched on with an eternal smiling face.]

[wingenvy]

[CREEPIEST LITTLE GIRL EVER]