Stuffed Rabbit (Red King)
Rabbit had been pulled out of the fray before Arms Slave's 'war machine' could splatter her across the battlefield. She looked out across the fray as the guild hall was pelted and broken, as the dissolutions spawned en masse cutting down anyone who wasn't a Stryker, the incomparable Edwin Starr and up at the giant golden coin that fell over it abruptly silencing it all.
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Michael Faye
Michael opened his eyes and sat up. He rolled his neck around, it cracked several times. He rubbed the nape of his neck and sighed. It's been ages since he last died, a full 24 hour wait-time before he can dive back in. He picked up his alarm clock and read it, "Nine seventeen..." He groaned and rocked back and forth to his feet, holding his arms out to balance.
He walked over to his closet and picked up a plastic bin, he held it under his arm and walked around his room and scooped up the clothing as he went by, getting them ready for laundry day. He sighed and set the bin down next to his door. He thought about the Jester's words - "If you were to speak with her and reveal her own intentions...then I have no doubt that she will be forced to listen to you."
He pulled out his phone and began to type out an invitation to Moon Rider:
From: Stuffed Rabbit
To: Moon Rider
Subject: Coffee?
Hey, I have something I want to talk to you about. Can we talk over coffee tomorrow? I'm on death cooldown. There's a coffee shop by the aquatic center - think we could meet up there at like 17:00?
He was sure she wouldn't agree to it - but it was worth a shot, wasn't it? It was the only way he'd feel safe talking about the Jester, in the real world, where the Jester couldn't read his thoughts or listen to his conversations.