hymn [018]

[finetuner]

[voice post]

Thrice the brinded radiator hath spew'd.

Thrice and once the brakes whined.

Trophaeum cries: 'Tis time, 'Tis time.

...Surely, the spells would be less wearisome were mine sisters here?

[A quiet sigh. The swish of a cloak and...what can only be the crumbling of a wall.]

Sisters, dear!!!

[/voice post]

[ooc: MacBeth witch with an

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[amazing_guy]

........

[finetuner]

Count! Hast thou seen my breathren?

[amazing_guy]

I'm afraid I didn't know you had...brethren.

[finetuner]

Hmm.
Mortal Count, mightest thou assist?
Mine darling sisters hath gone and
Are most sorely missed.