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Tarot stayed at the booth, waving at her brother as he got up to head toward Selene’s table. She smiled, satisfied with the progress Arcana was making. For once he had taken some initiative. The reaper lounged in her seat, occasionally entertaining a few people with another card reading before she heard a loud, familiar voice. Tarot looked around curiously then began to grin. She knew who that was. Setting her deck on the table, she got up and walked around the tables.

She almost didn’t recognize Westhor with his hair down, but at least she still remembered what his normal clothes looked like. “Wow. What happened to your hair, Westhor?” Then she happily waved to the sloth demon. "Hey, Matt."

And there May went. Vel just sort of waved to her before turning her attention back to Malcolm. Oh! Minipets. Well, that still kind of made sense she supposed. But there was still that inkling that her assumption may be true still.

"Oooh. And well you know. It's... long. And hard," she said with a sigh.

"Hmm... now if I told you, it wouldn't be nearly as fun now would it, big boy?" she smirked, "What do you think the rumors are?"

"I want to give everyone love, Matt bro," He nodded sagely, like he was making perfect sense, "Free love, although I would not object to... Being paid. Got to find a way to pay the bills, you know, bro?"

He looked really upset at being named a whore, however, shoulders drooping as he shook his head, "What! No, bro! That's not chill! I do not want to get the Heebies and the Jeebies, bro... Not. Chill."

When Tarot approached them, he perked up slightly, "Tarot sister! It is good to see you again! Oh, my hair?" He patted his own head, and played with his hair a bit, blowing at his bangs, "I discharged too much electricity just now, sister... It will go back to its original state soooooooon."

"It is long," He frowned, eyeing Vel warily; she knew something that he did not, and he did not like that feeling, "And hard. Built to withstand a lot, after all, being a reaper weapon, and all..."

Her question made him pause, and he shrugged right as Pyre decided to wander off after May did... Which left him alone with Vel, "I was not aware that there were even rumors about me in the first place."

Malcolm's cluelessness never ceased to amuse Vel. She tapped her chin thoughtfully while smirking to the reaper.

"Is that soo? Hmmm? And well, just about everyone has some sort of rumor of them. Some may have more than others, though. I will tell you that there are some rumors regarding.. your staff."

Was Vivi a little satisfied over her triumph over the other ghoul? Maybe just a lot. Seriously, not only had she gotten more cards, but she'd looked cute while doing it while Tica sat in the dirt looking homeless. Beautiful, really. She fingered two cards and waved them at her. "Kind of interested in these two, I think," she mused, tilting her head.

"Maybe I can get you a job somewhere," she shrugged. "An assistant or something." Yes, fetch me my coffee Tica. And make it snappy.

Suddenly, the reaper found himself in the company of one fire demon who was looking at the various minipet figurines with a critical eye. Leveling his eyes with the table, Rengath squinted as he began to inspect them.

"You have the shiny lightning scareon from series four." This was a simple statement. Getting up, he pulled out his wallet. "How much?" If he had that one he'd have the entire scareon set and then his collection would be complete and he'd never have to trust sleezy back alley collection dealers ever again.

At least not until the next scareon series came out.

Tex looked up, then looked at his empty booth, and sighed, slipping his guitar so it hung over his back and getting off the stool to walk over to her. "Ain't nobody interested in hirin' a Scythe," he said quietly. "Not right now, they aren't," he added, dropping a hand on the small of her back without thinking about it. "Ever since my old man--"

Then he stopped, shrugging. "Where to?" he asked.