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letsplayamurder2025-07-27 04:30 am
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Week four
Two more of your fellow gods, your companions, your friends, have met their end together. As you turn in for the night, and a new week dawns upon you, it's starting to be a bitter experience. Just how much of this will you be forced to take?
But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.
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Quark's Bar
But all isn't just despair. The morning is brighter than the last. The storm clouds that previously plagued almost every day have dissipated, and this week brings plenty of sun and a friendlier breeze. Not to mention, another floor of this strange temple has revealed itself. Whatever lies within is your domain, not Typhon's. Keep it tight in your grasp, because you never know when you'll lose it.
Profiles | Locations | Regains | IC Rules | Weekly AC
Quark's Bar
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[Ranma gives the girl a soft and reassuring smile.]
'Course. I'm a martial artist, it's our duty to protect the weak and innocent from danger and monsters. If you say these are dangerous, then I'm the right guy to ask to get rid of 'em.
[Folding her arms while her grin became more confident and firm.]
Besides, this isn't my first rodeo dealing with this sorta thing. As long as I don't wear 'em, I'll be fine, right?
[What are they going to do, put themselves on her feet and try to kill her if she doesn't remove them? Been there, done that!]
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You should be, yes. I hope.
[ ... ]
Thank you, Ranma.
[ And then she reopens her eyes, looking back up. ]
I should be with you though, I... need to see them gone with my own eyes.
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Think nothin' of it!
[She speaks casually, truly finding it no bigger deal than taking out the trash.]
Suit yourself. Keep your distance in case things go screwy.
[Which in her case, happens 9/10 of the time around her. Just preemptively warning the ex-nun. Ranma leads the way to the bonfire pits, the red ruby shoes held out in her hands.]
Fire's a surefire way of destroyin' them, yeah?
[badum tish]