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[crucesalus]

[Trish rolled to her feet, brandishing Luce and Ombra, glancing over the top of her sunglasses. A church, huh? This didn't seem right. Trish stood up slowly, sneering slightly at the sight of the cross over the altar, and marched towards the doorway, holstering her guns. There were no threats here -- nothing she could sense, at any rate. High-

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[lucenombra]

[... 8|] Need help, babe?

[crucesalus]

[What. The Fuck.]

Depends on who's asking.

[lucenombra]

You. Apparently.

[crucesalus]

[And Trish stops in her tracks.]

Run that by me again?

[cruciverbal]

[And just passing by is B. And he stares, creepily.]

[crucesalus]

Can I help you?

[cruciverbal]

With what?

[crucesalus]

With why you're staring at me.

[gredn0tforge]

Don't even get a greeting?

[crucesalus]

I don't even know who you are, so no.

[crucesalus]

Who does?

[angeloath]

You look lost.

Are you lost?

[crucesalus]

[IT'S ABOUT TO RAIN SARCASM UP IN HERE.]

No, I'm totally not lost! I'm just wandering this place that I don't recognize because I feel like it!!

[angeloath]

You don't have to be rude. [have an offended, scowly look] I was going to help, but now I'm not sure I should.

[crucesalus]

I don't need your help, thanks. [And have a big smirk.] You don't look like much, anyway.