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[duplicut]

Who: Anyone!
When: Day 6, ... n...night?!
Where: Shrine room. . .
What: introoo

[ Some chick in pants and a bra is just. Laying on the floor. Not moving. ]

Comments

[whetblood]

[tosses a blanket over her]

Damn gods can't even bring people in decent clothing.

[duplicut]

[ . . . turns her head to look at him blankly. ]

[whetblood]

Y'might wanna move. New folks come in pretty regularly.

[duplicut]

[ gets up!

. . . leaves the blanket on the floor. ]

[whetblood]

K-Keep yourself covered up!

[duplicut]

[ . . .? ]

[whetblood]

You shouldn't go walkin' around in that... just put the blanket back on!

[duplicut]

You cannot wear a blanket.

[whetblood]

Just cover up! You shouldn't be walkin' around with just a ... without a shirt on anyway!

[duplicut]

I am wearing a shirt.

[whetblood]

There is nothin' shirtlike about that!

[duplicut]

. . .

I am dead.

[whetblood]

Yeah? So's everyone here. Shirt. How'd you die?

[duplicut]

I do not have another shirt to wear. I killed myself.

[whetblood]

[leans forward and struggles out of his jacket -- it's a little bloody, but you can ignore that. he tosses it at her]

There. You can kill somethin' for the gods tomorrow. I'm sure one of'em can get you a shirt at least.

Why?

[duplicut]

[ it hits her . . . she doesn't catch it. ]

I should not have existed.

[whetblood]

Well, you do here, and you don't there now. Put it on.

[duplicut]

[ picks it up, puts it on. ]

[whetblood]

You any good at fightin', kid?

[duplicut]

I am good at killing.

[whetblood]

Same thing here. We're here to kill off a bunch of monsters for the gods. Also gets us new places to stay and things to go in them. I don't deal with the plant shit here, but there are some pretty interestin' things to kill. Oh. Right. Whatever you could do at home, chances are you ain't gonna be that good here. Place limits us somehow.

[duplicut]

[ . . . k. ]

[whetblood]

So what could you do?

[duplicut]

[ . . . holds her hand out and one sharp metal claw punctures through her skin with a snikt. ]

[whetblood]

Huh. That metal?