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[dia_f]

Player Information
Name: Vee
Personal Journal: blizzardseason
Contact Info: pm/plurk/etcetc
Other Characters: Paderau, Fela, Jackie

Character Information
Name: Dot
Age: ~130
Setting: The Bestiary.
History: Dottie was born in 1880 on her daddy's farm. A healthy, vibrant little girl, her life was nothing out of the ordinary until that one day

Comments

[creance]

Dot.

[creance]

[ Aw, don't do that, sweetheart. It breaks his little monk heart. ]

It is not a question.

[ He'll come and get you himself, if he has to. What's one more step away from Heaven, given how many he's already taken? ]

[dia_f]

[Most obnoxious daddy's girl in the world......]

You're gonna have to duke that one out with Bernadette Peters. But you can probably take her.

[They had the demons and the angel. How hard could it be.]

[creance]

[ He knows not of this Bernadette Peters of which you speak. ]

You know those who share your leash. Esau and I have faced worse.

[dia_f]

[You're telling me the monks don't sneak out at night to go see musicals?! I am shocked!]

Kay. I'll write you a letter when I can't handle the bad cafeteria food anymore.

[creance]

[ Maybe Esau. But he's a weirdo. ]

Dot. [ This is Jacob's dad voice. ] Do not look to kill so uselessly when you are gone.

[dia_f]

[Oh no... the dad voice... gdi.]

It's not useless, it's entertainment.

[Sometimes it might even be breakfast.]

[creance]

[ Learn to eat pop tarts or something. ]

You've existed among demons and nightmares. You will find little comfort if they all grow to fear you.

[dia_f]

[Fuuu. She frowns, glaring at him.]

I don't need comfort, and they should be scared.

[creance]

[ He blinks at her, unmoved. ]

You'll be lost.

[dia_f]

I did just fine all by myself before you came along, you know.

[She was all.. independent or whatever. She could handle a camping trip... probably.]

[creance]

[ He doesn't take enjoyment putting her in her place, but-- ]

One match. That's all that's needed.

[dia_f]

[She lifts her fingernails to her mouth, and chews on one viciously.]

So I kill them first, wouldn't be the first time.

[creance]

Make enemies of them all, make them fear you, and it will be your last.

[ This is Jacob, putting his foot down, though the sharpness in his voice is still understatement. ]

You will return here. And you will do your part.

[dia_f]

[She keeps chewing away on that nail. Not quite growling before she murmurs,]

Fine. Jesus.

[creance]

[ Despite her scowl, Jacob smiles very faintly. ]

Blasphemy.