This long, and still not fully recovered. My legion... they're slower. Less powerful.
Tch. Death becomes me.
I've been waiting for you, Sister Rosette.
Waiting, and I get told you're finally here, and what? Already picked apart? Toting gifts?
Don't make me laugh.
Be glad I'd feel utterly weak to pick off someone else's second helping. I'
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[And she's searching around, with one hand gripping her gut wound. Where the hell did her Gun fly off too?]
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[oh hay gun, is that you chilling on the end of one of Rizelle's threads and dangling just out of reach?]
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[The streets scattered with shiny comic books and a busted open ice cream jug, splattered with shiny shiny red. Goddamn gun! What are you doing over there!?! Rosette climbs to her knees, glaring up at the spider witch.]
I spent good money on those comics too!
[And she yanks forward as quick as she can, grasping after the gun.]
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I'm afraid you misrepresent your condition.
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((OOC: He's not even in the Mirror City anymore, JUST REALLY ANGRY XD;))
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[ooc; All good~]
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But if you must know, we're having a nice chat.
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