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[latenightmoon]

[A hand reaches up out of the lake, followed by a clump of seaweed-wait no that's a person. Allison pulls herself up onto the bank and kicks the alligator that had its jaws around her leg.]

Piss. Off.

[The octopus she escaped from looks a bit put out as it surfaces and she takes a moment to shake her fist at it in a threatening manner.]

How the

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[brambleroad]

[ and that right there is a pair of arms around her waist to pull her further onto shore... and then some, maybe. ]

[latenightmoon]

[She tenses up for a second then breathes a sigh of relief.] You have perfect timing. Mister Eight and Sir lots of teeth were trying to see if British girls taste like chicken.

[brambleroad]

They should have just asked. [ hugs her tight ] I missed you.

[latenightmoon]

That implies they didn't want to get a free sample. [hugs him tightly back.] I missed you too, seemed like forever till I found myself back here.

[darkforsaken]

...Need some help there? [But grabbing her hand and pulling her out.]

[latenightmoon]

Just a bit. [Accepting his hand and watching the octopus.] That's right, keep backing up.

[darkforsaken]

How the hell d'they fit in this place anyway? [Looks at the octopus.]

[latenightmoon]

I'm not sure I want to know.

[improvedkarma]

--Allison! [Scrambles over to grab and tug her away]

[latenightmoon]

[Going to be grateful that. No Innocence or Ai unit right now.]

[improvedkarma]

[And now she's getting a bone crushing hug]

[latenightmoon]

[Urp! Squawking noise of surprise here.]

[failingfelicity]

[Well that... Is certainly an interesting way to come back to life. Have Miranda awkwardly offering her a hand.]

Do you need help?

((Welcome back <3~))

[latenightmoon]

[Isn't it just? She's accepting her hand.] Yeah, I need to get away from gator nuggets and king sushi.

(Thanks!)

[failingfelicity]

[She'll pull her up and out of the water, then, kicking at the straggling creatures.]

...you've eaten alligator?

((<3!))

[latenightmoon]

The better question is what haven't I eaten. [Face kick to an alligator and a few promises to put it on a plate.]

[1000year_earl]

[The Earl tilts his head in curiosity as he holds the fishing line steady. His rather sturdy box for the catch of the day is covering up a fallen 'DANGER! Swimming prohibited' sign.]

Good evening. ♥

[latenightmoon]

...[After all the weird she's dealt with...this seems strangely tame.] ...Good evening. Fancy some octopus for your dinner?

[1000year_earl]

Young miss, that would be delightful. The menu called for eel for tonight's dinner, but octopus would be a marvelous substitute. ♥ I fear my bait is not working as I had expected.

[latenightmoon]

Give him a moment and he'll be near enough for you to catch. [It is indeed moving closer trying to get its prey. The Alligator is near enough for the Earl to hit.]