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[heroictale]

Who: Heron, anyone
When: Day 33, evening
Where: Hallway leading to hole in the wall
What: godless priest

[A shirtless Heron (with obviously bruised and possibly broken ribs) is staggering along the hallway, muttering something under his breath the whole time. There are old scars all over his body. And one more clearly than the rest is a mark of an apple with a quill as its stem that sits right over his heart. His eyes are unfocused as he walks along. The only clear sentence being...]

What comes after? Ma, what comes after...?

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[thevineintervention]

[WELL THIS FLOOR AIN'T GETTIN ANY CLEANER, contemplates the carcass for a moment, prods it a bit, then it is gutting o'clock]


That may be a little overmuch spice for my pallet. Well, I am a pretty simple girl, after all.

[all_that_glitters]

[shrug]

Regardless of the snake corpse, my presence in addition to something like that can only be a bonus.

[thevineintervention]

[you are totally inviting yourself to bang my boyfriend aren't you]


I'll keep that in mind. [slips off her bracelets before she just shoves her hands on on]

[all_that_glitters]

[maybe. yes.

mmmaking a bit of a face, though, and stepping back]

[thevineintervention]

. . . ah?

[all_that_glitters]

It's messy.

[thevineintervention]

Of course it is. How else would you expect it to be?

[all_that_glitters]

I simply didn't want it to get on me.

[thevineintervention]

You really dislike blood?

[all_that_glitters]

When lowly blood sullies my armor, yes.

[thevineintervention]

You could take it off.

[gives a good tug and OUT COME THE GUTS]