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[black_jacquel]

*a large, black jackal, long snout and tall pointed ears, sits and looks around bemused

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[roadkill_god]

*flies in and transformes*

Jacquel! *smiles*

[black_jacquel]

Horus! *blinks at the naked man in front of him and sighs* It's good to see you...but only so much of you. Might be best to cover you up.

[roadkill_god]

*tilts his head and blinks confusedly at Jacquel*

[black_jacquel]

*slight facepalm* Either you don't realise that you're naked or you don't realise that wandering around bare-ass is pretty widely frowned upon. Clothes, Horus. When you're human and in public, you need to wear some. Or at least wrap yourself in a towel or something.

[mad_leprechaun]

Hey, if it isn't the dog-man himself. I always meant to thank you for the wake your lot threw me. It was... Well, I was dead which pretty much sucked. But it was good of you to treat poor dead Sweeney so. *offers a rather dirty hand to shake*

[black_jacquel]

*smiles slightly and accepts the hand* The least to be done. Interesting to see you moving again, I have to say.

[mad_leprechaun]

*grins in return* Miss the rigor mortis, do you? I imagine it's the fine Irish whiskey you poured down my dearly departed throat. Limbered me right up. It's hard to be stiff with a belly full of Jameson's Gold.

[black_jacquel]

*laughs* Well, rigor mortis gets to be an old friend in my line of work. And that's a theory right there. If a good bit of whiskey brought all dead men back to life, I think I'd be out of business.

[_mediagoddess]

Er. Right.

Never understood you lot.

[black_jacquel]

*quirks a brow* Well, hello to you, too.