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     Furred lips pulled back as if making a sad attempt to speak, but all that escaped her was a horrible cough and sickly blood that now spotted the ground beneath her. It was a poor way to ask for help, sure, but at least her condition should be easy enough to notice now?

[decth-a]

@fluqucr​ encountered a TOL BEAN

      “It’s a shame isn’t to? To meet under circumstances like this?” He questions the party goer. Voice tainted with some sympathy for the dearly departed. Three bodies in one night. Two killed by the wardens and one by on of the. 

      “When suspicions are high and anyone can be the killer. Though it is a tad surprising someone killed due to PINEAPPLES....”

[hhemeraa]

“Well come out then.” The witch waves the ghost over, groaning as he stands from the table to rummage through a shelf of potions, herbs, and jars filled with a multitude of things from bones to gems to different colored dusts. A small mixing bowl appears and he begins to take pinches of things seemingly at random and crushing them together. 

“My home is a bit far away from people, I don’t normally deal with ghosts that haven’t already been here before me, but on occasion, one of you ends up wandering so far away from your original home that you end up drawn into the magic in the ground around here. Maybe that’s why it seemed familiar?” Finished with his dry concoction, Myles grabs a pinch and blows it onto his guest, erupting into a plume of greyish blue smoke. When it settles, nothing seems to have particularly changed until the witch reaches out to place a hand against the man’s chest. It doesn’t go through him and instead rests warmly where it’s placed. 

“What’s your name?” he smiles, turning back to put the bowl away, “I’ve found it’s a bit of a comfort to feel weighted after being, well, being a ghost. It’s temporary, but if you’d like to have a seat, we can talk.” 

@fluqucr​ from here

[killtcmcrrcw-a-blog]

sorry boys ive abandoned my blogs to play piano with a faceless dead lad

[hhemeraa-a]

[Picture sent to ¿Mystery Pie? ]

[text to Piano Boy Hans] : Send me your address, I can be there in 10

[imdiffercnt-blog]

    -- && @fluqucr

    ‘ N-Noo--- come back-- ! ’

    A plea for obedience as a little robot skittered away & jumped into the first man it saw on the street; assumed red “pupil” restricted, chambers on each side of the turret opening as if it wished to fire but nothing came of it. Ella was smart enough to remove the bullets from her experiment turrets before fixing on those move-able legs-- but it would seem, even despite her tinkering, they still went after people without prior thought...

   Good thing it weighs light & is virtually incapable of doing any damage-- so practically, it just feels like a medium-sized metal dog was gently headbutting his legs.