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[vysethetamer]

Who: Vyse, Pow [open - inquire with mun first, please]
What: A bounty
When: November 19th
Where: Neon City

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[diedthatday]

"How shameful," a feminine voice said from over to the side, belonging to that of a young woman. She had literally just happened upon the event, walking with a dark-colored Labramon by her side, and a large scythe nestled against her shoulder. Her expression seemed more bored than anything.

"Whatever business the two of you have isn't any of my business, but threatening someone who is obviously weaker than you? That's just downright shameful."

She smirked.

"Not that I would expect someone like you to care much about appearances."

[vysethetamer]

"Weak?"

Duskmon turned slowly, all of his multiple eyes settling upon Piastol. "Eroberung doesn't care if you're weak or not... all he cares about is if you're wicked or not..."

"Help me..." The Gekomon choked out.

Vyse cursed, and remained hidden. What was Piastol doing here? Was this some sort of large coincidence...?

[diedthatday]

Piastol's eyes narrowed at the Duskmon, the hand grasping the hilt of her scythe tightening just a little. Beside her, Hellhound crouched a little and narrowed his eyes as well.

"So this conflict is a matter of wickedness, is it? Pitiful. Simply pitiful. So, then ..."

Piastol took her scythe and pointed it at the Duskmon.

"You do realize that nobody mourns the wicked, right?"

That was a threat.