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"Can we go to a parteh?"

HP:12

Blue eyes bugged out as the tree exploded. "OH JACK."

Crawling back, he snatched up the present before looking at his comrades, covered in blood, tree sap, and pine needles. "IDIDN'TDOIT."

Riley cringed as she watched Israfel get jacked up by the tree. When he turned back to the group, all covered in gore, it was both charming and disheartening. Noooo, Riley cooed at him, holding one arm out for him to come to. You're all messy and hurt. Cider faerie will make it all better.

She had no actual way of making anything better, but she had somehow convinced herself that she actually was the cider faerie, and she did have some kind of special power to do so.

Riley had to agree that she'd much prefer a dead squirrel over this cheerful little box. But, on second thought.. Live squirrels are even better. They're so much juicier! She patted a finger to her chin as she thought this aloud, her earlier peanut craving forgotten. Mmmm, squirrel brains. So much better.

Cider faerie demands skullface achshuns now.

Everyone was going crazy - maybe it was a side effect of the JOY? Ugh.

But there were more important things to worry about. Malodore took a few steps towards Israfel, lifting the bell. "Do you want me to patch you up a bit? I can only use this five times," it added, glancing at Riley. Israfel was definitely the worst off of anyone who'd been attacked by a tree, and who knew what else was up ahead... perhaps it was better to use the pumpkin pills up and save the bells for last-ditch desperation? There was no way to be sure...

After his spectacular defeat of the drunken tree the night before, West had wandered off in a minor recoil-induced daze, somehow managing to spend the night in his tent despite not being able to remember pitching it. He had left his pine puke boots outside, so when he emerged again this morning (afternoon?) it not only took him a few minutes to figure out where the hell he was, but now his feet were cold on top of it.

By the time he had gotten everything sorted out and packed, it seemed several more trees had fallen to the might of Ickis. Or the sheer determined stupidity of Ickis. Whatever. It appeared this most recent one had exploded. Cool. West wiggled his toes. He wished his tree had had the decency to explode rather than barf. If he was going to be stuck with damp, tangy-smelling clothing, there should have at least been an explosion involved.

Running fingers through hair that was even more mussed than usual, the wrath demon shuffled over to his comrades, oblivious to the fact that another of their party was now drunk and that there might be skullface ackshuns at any moment.

"Hey we'goin' soon?" he asked no one in particular, ending his question with a yawn.

Livi decided that it'd be best to stick with these people... insane as they were. Rubbing the back of his head a bit, he wandered over, though he was glaring at the tree as he left... it was being horridly still. The others had run off or.. threw up or... imploded or something. "It'd be best to not stick around too long. It seems the more we linger, the more of those psychotic things appear..."

Turning his head, he looked around a bit. There had to be some kind of path, right? "How big is this place anyway..."

Malodore nodded and hefted the bell, bringing it up in both hands. "I'm not sure how this works," it cautioned, before squaring its shoulders and sweeping the bell downwards in one long arc.

CLANG! said the bell.

"... did that help?" the plague doctor asked after a long pause.


Malodore heals Israfel for 4 HP! One use of Malodore's bell is gone~

"Prego - ah, I mean, you're welcome," Malodore said in response to Israfel's hug, awkwardly patting at the siren's back. At least the bell-thing at worked, and Israfel looked less battered? Though no less intoxicated, unfortunately.