#sorceryparable

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> not that i blame your guy. i would also hate to be in here if i didn't have to.

he manages a sort of reedy whine- and, in true cas fashion (or perhaps true cat fashion, it was hard to distinguish the two) looks incorrigibly proud of himself for it.

> then again, whoever 'she' is- uh- i don't wanna know her either. whoever gets that amount of stress put on their pronouns is not someone id wanna...you know, meet in a dark alley. not that there's any of those around. don't wanna run into her in the employee lounge, if you get my drift- no, that doesn't have nearly the same ring to it.

> whoever 'she' is sounds scary as fuck. there we go. that's what i'm tryna say.

the next three notes are almost a scale- and, failing that only slightly, are not...wholly horrible to hear.

> oh, god. well, telling you now, 'pleasant' and 'musical' are not words ever used to describe me. so. sorry. in advance. um.

more by luck then judgement, he almost manages to harmonise with batt for a whole four seconds. that, or he simply excels at also playing with no real key or signature to follow. probably a mixture of both.

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Doomsday suddenly drops down from the ceiling nearby where Batt is. She brushes off her suit like it's no big deal that she just busted out a ceiling tile for no good reason. Then she grins at Batt.

She's definitely in better spirits since she last saw her friend. Ever since gaining some of her senses back, she's gone to town, eating a lot of food just to taste it, playing in the rain because she can feel it, listening to music obnoxiously loud because she can hear it, and, of course, killing people.

She has three victims so far - not ones she's would consider "victims" seeing as they victimized her first, but in the eyes of the law, yes, victims - two of whom are a direct result of being able to hurt people again. The first one technically took place before that, when she could only hurt someone if Thursday herself was pissed off enough at them, which she was.

Regardless, she feels more satisfied than she has in a long time and feels she is past due for thanking Batt for helping her instead of killing her like she asked for her to do.

"Heyyyyy, how's it going? Whatcha up to? Skating around?" she greets happily, then suddenly changes directions. "Hey! I made a banana cream pie! Would you like some?"

@the-haunted-office

Batt is skating around the office. She's zipping and zooping here to there to there to here, back and forth. When she sees Doom pop in from the ceiling, she smiles, stops skating for a bit, and sits down in one of the office chairs (that is also directly next to a cauldron).

"Yo! It's been pretty good! Just been making sure that this place stays a bit interesting, you know? And sure! It's been ages since I've had a pie. Sounds great!"

The cauldron Batt is sitting next to is bubbling with a purple liquid. It stains the floor whenever the bubbles pop.

[the-haunted-office]

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A threatening starter with Doomsday!

"Hello!" Doomsday chirps upon popping up out of the floor right in front of the person on a skateboard. She'd seen them on it and thought she'd go investigate, as that's just about the most interesting thing she's seen all day in this stupid, boring office.

"Never seen anybody around here with a skateboard before," she chuckles, grinning and showing off her crazy sharp teeth, eyes flashing a couple shades brighter for a couple of seconds before dimming back to normal. "I suppose that's one way to get about in style, ehehehe."

[the-haunted-office]

( @sorceryparable - Continued from here!)

“I’ll hit someone? I’ll hit someone? Weren’t you listening?! I can’t hurt ANYBODY!“ Doomsday utterly screams before going to demonstrate by picking up another filing cabinet and throwing it directly at Batt... only for it to fall straight to the ground after barely traveling an inch, obviously not hitting Batt at all. If she had an actual tangible body, it would have landed right on her toes. She then picks up the filing cabinet again and throws it in a different direction - where there is nobody - and it sails away, down a hallway, to where it crashes onto the floor.

Through all her fury she hasn’t even noticed her friend’s panic. If she were a lot calmer, she’d be apologizing profusely, but as it is she is, as they say, blinded with rage. This is one of her biggest flaws, being the kind of ghost she is - her temper is easily sparked, and can quickly grow intense and out of control like a wildfire. And there is unfortunately little she can do about it, as part of her soul that was destroyed by the Dampening mist included verbal filters and being able to control her emotions. The worst part is she knows logically that Batt did nothing wrong and that they are trying to help - she is just unable to really think about that right now.

She doesn’t notice that they are flipping through a book either and seeking out further options. She hears them speaking but the words don’t fully register. By the time she is finally able to calm down enough to respond rationally, her eyes are glowing at such high intensity they might be uncomfortable to look at. She has all this energy and nowhere for it to go.

“Great. Yeah, that’s great. Cut a hunk of hair off someone- probably the only person who really cares about me, aside from Thisday,” she scoffs. She paces for a moment, trying to work out more of the terrible energy that just keeps mounting, before stopping suddenly. “Change of plans. I’ve got a better idea. Got any spells that will kill me? Permanently? I don’t even care if it wipes me out completely. I’ll get rid of all my other souls first so there’s only me left. How about that? Can you do that?”

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Here's someone Batt hasn't seen in a while. Doomsday, upon spotting her old skateboarding friend, approaches. She is apparently agitated and not in the mood for small talk or fun times skateboarding around the offices, made apparent by not only her stiff posture in place of what would normally be more relaxed (casual, even) but also the slightly narrowed eyes and the way her lips are pressed together.

"Heyyyy, long time no see!" she says, trying to sound cheery and friendly as best as she can through her frustration. She cuts right to the chase. "You know magic, right? Or something like it. You wouldn't happen to know a spell or have a magic potion or something that might sever a connection between a ghost and a living person, would you?"

@the-haunted-office

Batt is doing what seems like a whole load of nothing (which is probably because it is) when they see Doom. They turn towards her, and wave.

"Yeahhh, it's been a while! What's u- ah. I'd usually bore you with an ages long explanation about how casting and alchemy works but you don't seem to be in the mood for that. I'll just say this: could you elaborate on what you mean by that? What kind of connection? Do you want it to be temporary or permanent?"

They continue to list off other things that the spell could or couldn't do, until she realizes that she's doing the exact thing she said she wouldn't, so they kinda trail off into muttering, to silence.

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Doom seems terribly frustrated when she approaches Batt. In fact she's so frustrated and angry that she isn't able to stop and think about what she's about to ask and the potential ramifications of asking. All she knows is that something must be done now.

"Batt! Hi! How've you been? Tearing up the air with your skateboard I presume?" she asks with a very toothy smile that doesn't reach her missing eyes. "Got a question for you. Your magic. Can it be used to tell someone to fuck off? And by that I mean, can you beat the shit out of anyone with it?"

@parables-for-days

Batt is doing what they do best, being grinding on non-existent rails, when Doom walks in and asks them that kind of question. Their expression changes from confusion, to surprise, to a large grin.

"Why, of course it can! In fact, I thought you'd never ask! Who do you need beaten to a pulp? And how? It's been a while since I've done something like this, and I've got to hope I've still got it from back then, but I can absolutely help!"

She seems interested and excited at the idea of being able to kick someone's shit in again after such a long time.

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Batt will try to manipulate and twist your muse a bit! Don't start a thread if you don't want that!

Ageless, but looks 24

She/They

Batt/Sadie

Skateboard functions as a drive, and someone else touching it will cause her to go mad until they let go

Will try to inject code into people via physical contact, causing sickness and various other effects (I'll discuss with you what it is first!)

Various smaller things:

Favorite color is green

The hat is where most of their things are

Can do 'magic', is really just minor code altering around her

Occasionally a bit flirty? I'm not sure yet

Batt was once just a lady a little bit too crazy about magic. But, after tampering with some things she shouldn't have, she ended up in the Office, as a virus due to the nature of what she was doing. This caused her to have a bit of an identity crisis (A bit is an understatement), and they ended up as Batt-Sadie Sorceress.