won't you shake a poor sinner's hand?

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[damballahs-a]

How are the Nonnies doing?

 “That’s hardly under my jurisdiction. The ones that I still have a reign on are doing fine… the same cannot be said for the rest. My apologies.”

[damballahs-a]

Jesus, she's such a brat.

 “Oh, you’ve hardly heard the half of it.” A sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head, two fingers to his temple. “Her venom is hardly as potent as her words. She is a true snake, I tell you, but I feel a vague patrilineal relationship has brokered between us. Perhaps.”

[damballahs-a]

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For a moment, she sat there, dumbfounded. Agnes removed the hand from her cheek, but immediately recoiled and twisted like a dying serpent. Her hand slapped back over her face, albeit, she was now upside down and baring her teeth.

“.. The who and the what now?” the carnation asked, aggravated. “Look- I’m just here about my jaw, okay? That’s all. I’unno what else you’re doin’.”

 His brows pinched, irritated, as her sharp tongue lashed back at him. “Your jaw is connected to the rest of you, isn’t it? Tch.” He scoffed and gave her jaw a pinch, even with the teeth still bared. She was hardly fear-inducing if you knew her. 

 “If I’m correct, your jaw hurts because the venom is having trouble producing more of itself.” The bokor pulled away to pour some of the contents of the vials he had on hand into the cauldron. With the right ingredients, it would heat itself. “The spell will not be broken lest I will it to, but parts of it may weaken in strength. For example: your venom. Especially if its been used often.” He paused, and gave her a quirky look. 

 “You haven’t been going around biting random pedestrians, have you? That’d hardly be a worthwhile use of your...” He waved his hand idly, clearing his throat, “abilities.”

[damballahs-a]

How much do I have to pay you for a visit?

 “Three coin will suffice if we’re not properly acquainted. If we are… then one coin. If I like you, then it is free. A fairly simple system.”

[sinnersquartet]

@damballahs

 “HEY! Hey! You home, bokor boy?” A lilting snake’s hiss traced over the air, as the carnation skulked about the area. 

She had a hand firmly planted against her cheek, and a scowl marring her so-called sweet face. Agnes eventually settled down, her other hand against her metaphorical hip; If anyone knew anything about her teeth, by now, it was the voodoo man of Inkwell Isle.

“My jaw’s killin’ me! You got anything for that?” she demanded, impatiently shuffling where she “stood.”

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 “It’s lovely to see you too, Agnes,” The bokor called from inside, pulling open the blinds just as an extra measure to be certain is was her. He could hardly mistake that voice for any other. “If you’ll give me a moment, I’ll be right there.”

 Pulling away from the counter, he gave himself a moment to ponder what he could use for a predicament such as hers. Agnes was always a special case... one of a few. What was it with him and flowers?

 The cabinet drew open with ease, his hand absently fingering through the mismatch group of bottles, all filled with something or another and labelled haphazardly. He knew she would come back again, so he’d prepared just a bit in advance. 

 A pink vial was held in his hand, along with a few carnation stems. His arm cradled a mass of vials close to his person, and, with a high-pitched whistle, there were a few nonnies at his sides, carrying the things he could not. Among them, a medium-sized cauldron, a mass of even more vials, and a bag that jingled and clacked as they moved along. 

 The door creaked open as he approached, though not he nor nonnie had pushed it. A sigh escaped him as he set all his things down, though he knew this was hardly necessary... but perhaps it was.

 “I’ve invested a lot into you, Carnation.” He nodded his thanks to a nonnie as it handed him a handful of bottles. “I believe it’s time you learn what goes into what makes you... you.”

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I know you would make me happy Girl I found my way out I found it at last now I’m sober I know it would make it concrete Now you’re cryin’ How sweet a sound

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