[ America pops up, all smiles as usual. The camera shakes a bit as he moves up the stairs to his apartment. ]
Yeesh, usually I check in more than this, but you know how it goes: busy taking down vicious beasts, throwing birthday parties, saving the city, the usual! Ah, hold on...
[ He fumbles in his pocket for a key, opening his door...So earlier
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[oh god. why.]
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She... ate Puppy...
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P-please do your best to remain calm. I believe it is some sort of cultural difference...
[lmfao he... is moving to get ready to go comfort you... or something. surely this is the right thing to do!!!]
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[ I'm going to hell for that. ]
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Who is this guy? Puppy? What is he yelling about? You're obviously doing him a favor, getting rid of this monster living in his hive! He should be more grateful!
Oh my Gog, he won't stop with the screaming! What did you do wrong? You feel really guilty all of a sudden.
umm...
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You look up. You look down. You look up again. He's still not done screaming. Man, humans are so weird! With the pink and the squishy and hornlessness. And so excitable!
You are not aware that you are covered in gore and most likely making the matter worse by talking.
did you want some...?
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All you wanted to do was head back to apartment and relax with your devoted daughter who clearly idolizes her streetwise maverick of a dad and your faithful hellbeast, Puppy. But no. Look at this place. There's blood and guts everywhere. You have brief flashbacks of the time you yourself were disemboweled and eaten alive in this apartment, by a demon that looked like your brother no less. Fuck your life is interesting.
Clearly, this is a curse brought on by the Rail Tracer. You will investigate this fully later.
Oh, right. You have a kid living here. You can't blow up this... whatever this thing is yet. There are questions unanswered.
America: Cock shotgun in a threatening manner.
WHERE'S NAMINE?!
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All you wanted to do was have a quiet day in the apartment and draw some cool stuff in your sketchbook, whilst ignoring the troll screaming over your communicator and demanding your wizard powers. But no, because you live in Discidian hippie hell with your adoring father and a beast, this is not possible ever.
Clearly, this is life as usual.
You are not stirred until you hear screams from the other room, and realize instead of being screams such as 'I set myself on fire' or 'I accidentally attracted a bunch of fleas because I never shower', they are accompanied by your name and also shotguns.
Shotguns are not always life as usual.
Naminé: Open the door and investigate.
A-America, what's going-- OH MY GOD.
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Oh Jegus shit he has a gun! You are really seriously confused by this situation. All the yelling, and then demands for someone you don't know. But you don't have time to think about it, because he has a gun, and you're not sure you can take a blast at this range when you are back at the bottom of your Echeladder.
Nepeta: Put your hands up.
You do this. However, this just reveals your blood soaked claws. One of them has an eyeball skewered on it. This probably isn't helping
i didnt do anything!! i swear!! purrlease put that down!!
Look to icon to see just about how this appears to America.
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[ distressed wailing. this is probably long after he has already dropped the boom stick. ]
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