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[the_demonmaid]

Who: The Handmaid/Demoness, OPEN
Where: Nearest comfortable bench
When: Now!
Style: Pick and I'll match
Status: OPEN!

It was... disconcerting, the way the world was tilting. Land was not supposed to tilt that way. She sat down on a nearby bench, almost instantly falling over. Maybe... just a moment. Just rest for a moment before getting back up and working.

Just... a....

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"Oh, alright, as long as I wasn't interrupting something important."

She pauses, looks to each of the ancestors, then grins. "Back to my apartment!" Aradia replies cheerfully, figuring that would be the best place to bring her back, all things considered.

I blame all of you.

[aim_exorable]

Listen, the worst she can do is kill him.

Darkleer pauses as well at Handmaid's words, and he raises a hand to his chin thoughtfully. "I see. As you wish, Miss Megido." A nod to Handmaid.

"As for you, may I please request that you remain calm and simply allow us to tend to your illness with minimum fuss? Thank you."

Didn't agree? Too bad, Handmaid, because that is Darkleer moving in all efficient-like to sweep you off your feet like you're a new bride.

[the_demonmaid]

For a moment, all she could do was goggle, shocked that he actually did it. Then, the filter between her brain and mouth cracked almost audibly.

"You fucking less than slime brained hoofbeat maggot ridden shit I cannot believe you just fucking did that you trunkbeast scrapings with barkbeast fleas riding throughout the entire thing with an extra helping of leprous genetic material, put me down now!"