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[greengoldpurple]

*Zillah walks into the room, sitting down on a wide couch, slinging down a backpack full of bottles of blood and wine, packages of sugary trash, and reaches into it, digging out a bottle and sipping at it, waiting. His posture could almost be mistaken for idle laziness, careless, drugged, if you didn't see his eyes, razor-sharp and psychotic,

Comments

[giveskillerhead]

OhGod.

[greengoldpurple]

*squints at him and takes another lazy swig of wine*

Didn't we kill you?

Typist: I don't know if Zillah and Laine have interacted yet at DF. If they have, could you quick tell me any important plot I should know?

[giveskillerhead]

*isn't shaking, but is fighting not to shake* Yeah. *deep breath* Yeah, you did.

Typist: They haven't, really-- Laine's just still jumpy over being killed. ^_^

[greengoldpurple]

Huh. Usually they stay dead. *frowns at him doubtfully*

[skullproprietor]

*hisses faintly and clicks his tongue, eyeing Zillah critically*

So, you're the one who's caused so much suffering to Ghost, Anne, and the poor pale boy?

[greengoldpurple]

And you are--?

[skullproprietor]

Arkady Raventon. Proprietor of the Magick Shop not far from here. Also a...'friend' of those mentioned above.

And I very much dislike vampires. Of all sorts.

[greengoldpurple]

It's not as if I went out of my way to cause them trouble. Anne was more than willing. She and her little friends stalked me and my family.

[sweetcandyboy]

*this? this is an 'oh shit' expression which quickly fades into one of feined innocence*

Thought you forgot us. Haven't seen you around at all lately.

[greengoldpurple]

I'm here now. Things can go back to the way they should be. *reaches his arm out for Molochai*

[sweetcandyboy]

Think you can just abandon us and we'll come running back to you? *looks hurt*

[greengoldpurple]

I didn't mean to. I'm here now. I won't leave again. We're family. *says 'family' with cold conviction, so that it almost sounds like a threat*

Come here.

[muchadoabout]

*doesn't miss the omission of his name, and the look on his face is somewhere painfully between fear and resignment*

...Hi.

[greengoldpurple]

*level stare at him* What do you want?

[muchadoabout]

I don't -- nothing, I guess. *allows himself a fleeting, wry smile at the word choice*

[greengoldpurple]

I think you made it perfectly clear that you no longer wanted to be a part of this family.

[twisted_guil]

*this is also an 'oh shit' expression but we'll be hiding it with a sexy grin and hohos*

ZILLAH! *and a tacklepounce*

[greengoldpurple]

*smiles at the pounce, greeting him with a kiss* Twig.