Oct 29, 2016
“ -- Yoohoo!”
A cheery voice beckoned forth the attention of the interesting looking eye-bats, one that starkly contrasted both the appearance of the owner and the surrounding chaos. The tiny, bandaged figure of Eto stood with a few others, each with the invitation of the root of all this destruction upon their hands -- Eto’s specifically drawn atop her bandages.
“I’d like to have a little fun with Mr. Cipher, if you don’t mind.”
In her hands, Eto carried enormous barrels of bloodwine -- she was not so rude so as to show up to a party empty handed, though one might wonder how someone so petite was able to carry it all. Oh, well, who cared?