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Out $200+ thanks to government incompetence. Thank you, state of Pennsylvania!!
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Don't listen to them. The Force is strong with this film.
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@Rekaigan Some guy in a wheelchair stole mine. He can hide, but he can't run!
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@EnterTheHero

If you're making a Hunter, i wouldnt mind If it has some connection with Emmerich. XD

Maybe even Shai... As one of the doctors Who were responsible for her creation?


One of the doctors Who...

Reeeeeeeal subtle there, mate.
Ugh. Loud, tedious, and obnoxious all in one package. If anyone skewers the prick, I'll thank him. Still, Kalisel knew he was good for something. He pointed her in the right direction.

The woods weren't thick, thankfully, and she was making good time. Yet there was still something amiss. If it was a large werebeast, the woods would be alive with thrashing, and there weren't any of the dramatic light shows that usually accompanied a witch's unholy magics. She shuddered. A pair of witches had come within half a hair of corrupting her, decades ago. Her skin still crawled when he thought of it.

Kalisel shook her head, clearing her thoughts. There were other, more pressing concerns at present. Namely, what was out there?
Two things. One, anyone want to interact with Jenny? Two, are the gnomes in the forest or closer to town?
Jenny stood in the cold hall, her familiar wrapped around her neck like a scarf. "What do you think Rose wants today, Swiftfang?"

"She probably wantsss to give usss new work assignments," the viper mused. "There's still the rat infesssstation in the arcaneum to deal with. I think I could help with that, at leassst."

Jenny's green eyes sparkled with mirth. "It would be nice if you gave us a hand."

A reptilian sigh emanated from Swftfang. "That joke grew old the day I met you, mistressss."

"That joke never gets old."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Draco. I'm Kalisel." The huntress curtsied to her new compatriot, then started assailing her ham in a most unladylike manner.

Suddenly, the hair stood up on the back of the angel's neck. Wolves howling, hunters nervous... something's moving out there. Kalisel stood up, buckling Forgiveness to her waist and double-checking the edge. Sharp enough to deal with bare flesh, but no so sharp as to fail against armor. In short, the blade was perfect. She strode out the door, eyes darting around to see any movement, but not seeing anything... yet.
@Whoami

Oooh, a couple of jokers in the deck? Me likey.
A new man made his way into the tavern. Kalisel hadn't met him, but she knew of him. She had been one of the countless angels tasked with monitoring and punishing criminals, and witchcraft was treated like murder, if not worse. Draco had been dancing perilously close to the edge of powers mankind was never supposed to wield.

She swallowed a little bit and forced a smile onto her face. "May I dine with you as well? The time would pass faster with new friends, I feel."

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since Kalisel landed. Two weeks since she had first experienced the miseries of hunger, exhaustion, and pain. And mortals could live like this for eighty years or more? Perhaps they were braver than the former angel first thought.

She'd been spending most of her time at The Witch's Paradise, giving her sorrows a bath of mead and wine. The jobs had been few and far between, and she was still getting her feet under her as a human. She wouldn't have been surprised if a few of the town's old women were starting to gossip about her by now.

"Abby, a cup of your best red and a plate of ham, if you please."

Jenny was busily trying to rebuild one of the walls in the East Wing of the castle. Earth magic was never her strong suit, but with much grunting, straining, and waving her hands, she'd piled the heavy stones to chest height. The young witch sank to her knees, her magic and patience utterly spent. Drawing her black cloak around her, she muttered, "Someone should think about summoning some minions to take the load off our backs. Maybe go down into town and enthrall some of the locals, too."
Will we eventually be using Titanpad for collabs like the good old days?
Okay, boss.
As Seph made her way out of the collapsing church, she saw that her teammates were safe as well. ET seemed to have gone home, and good riddance to him. The gorgon looked around at her compatriots.

"Well, that could have gone better. Main thing is, though, we're all safe."

When Mathias mentioned his missing firearm, Seph groaned. "All that, and the first thing you're worried about is a missing gun? How about the fact that we almost got ourselves killed in there, or the fact that he got away with mindslaving over a hundred people? No, you're heading straight to your service piece. Ugh."
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