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“Well then, let’s go.”

Lorraine said as the portal opened and the two arrived at their home. Granted, they were outside the walls

“Shit, still getting the hand of this…”

Lorraine said as she walked to their door, before Lorraine could open it, the whole building began to rumble…

“Huh…”

Lorraine said as she reached for her gun

“Let’s see if we got any visitors.”

Lorraine said as she slowly opened the door, but it was interrupted by a very loud explosion by the garage door, knocking Both Tirimor and Lorraine down!

Lorraine ran out back and Saw Bubba and William in a portal to earth, pulling out the Station Wagon from the swamp

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!”

Lorraine shouted, Bubba then walked back into the Garage, holding a bottle of Vodka

“Oh! Hi there! Didn’t know when you two would be back…”

Bubba said as he chugged down the bottle of Vodka

Tirimor sort of just, rubs his temples as he looks at this swamp covered station wagon. At least it was in the workshop and not the house. "Ok, I am going to ask. Why is there a station wagon here? I can't find another abandoned warehouse if you destroy this one."

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It was now around the time of the Holidays. By now the furniture that was broken was replaced. Not to mention the three now were four. Tirimor was in his bedroom which he and Lorraine now shared. He looking over a few documents and such.

Lorraine was going over the plans with Tirimor, it was very long and boring though as they weren’t finding anything of help, although they did keep finding mentions of something called the “Rebirth project”, whatever that meant

“Any luck on finding anything useful?”

Lorraine said as she organized her documents, putting them in two piles, one labeled useful, the other burn pit. There was nothing in the useful pile and just about everything else in burn pit

#the bloodmires #asktirimor #hazbin hotel rp

As he walked he was wearing a light grey hooded trench coat and pants, a white t-shirt, and also white and grey shoes. He also had a silver chain necklace around his neck, the pendant a three pronged crown that was half white and black. However the trench coat was zipped up and with his hood up all that can be seen was a black void.

He found himself in a ruined settlement. Something angry and destructive made its way through, and the people who once lived here fled.

As he walked, he heard a soft 'tssst' from a nearby building. A troll with an arrow half-nocked into a bow looking out from the darkness.

"If You're Not A Necromancer, Or Not Here To Help Deal With A Big Pest, You Might Wanna Scram. Bag Of Bones Nearby And It Is One Angry Boil."

She was wearing a camo jacket, a machete on a holster on her hip, and a carefully secured quiver on her back. What looked like a bundle of metallic and wooden tchotchkies hung from a chain on her neck, surprisingly noiseless as she moved. She had covered her horns with some paste to dull their colour and better blend in.

#asktirimor #on the hunt

"I know we haven't talked much Noelle, but how have things been?" He was holding a pint of cider.

"They were hectic, for a time. But things appear to have eased up a little, giving me some time to decompress and work on some personal projects." She would reply.

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"So, been a bit since I have talked to a troll. I don't think I have interacted much with you psionics."

well iif you have que22tiion22, ii can try two an22wer them two the be22t of my abiiliity ::)

ii happen two be well ver22ed iin them

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Postponing the Exterminations was a interesting move. I am glad to see that you wish to absolve yourself and find another way. However I am still worried about the Exorcists. They were trained to kill and nothing more. Even on Earth, those who fought have difficulty navigating the absence of military structure, translating skills for employment, dealing with PTSD or trauma, and managing a lost sense of identity or camaraderie. Their mental health cannot be ignored, else I fear severe ramifications for Heaven.

Your concern is noted.

Some have already transitioned into new assignments with measurable success. Structure has not been removed from them. It has been redirected.

There are counselors in Heaven--many--trained to tend to trauma, identity displacement, and the absence of martial hierarchy. No soldier is being left without the option of guidance.

A slight pause.