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Liom had been aimlessly walking, no real goal in mind when he found himself near Rico's Pizza. It was really hard not to stop. And stare. There was a commotion going on inside from the sounds of it. So, with a curious blink, he opened the door.

And... saw a dragon. And... lots of people along with it, smashed against walls and attacking the thing. And not only people, but they seemed to be, well, not grey. "Where did you guys get all the neat stuff?" He asked no one in particular. And then attacked the dragon like anyone else really would.

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It comes back to her like an old bad habit, the redness of her eyes and the shift of her claws. Balthazar is a missing presence at her side, a wolf who was her companion and her ally but most certainly not her friend.

She lunges at the creature, hands transformed into scythes. She lunges and it hits her first, but that doesn't stop The Fool from fighting for her life, for her king, for his fallen legacy.

It was with great reluctance that the White King silently agreed with the Red King's initial words. Kings were hard to kill. This was true. Of course, that didn't stop him from trying. Looked like he would have to make another murder plot...Then Wilson sighed, crossing his arms as Shun picked up the heart. "I guess it just isn't right when one king dies. I guess."

He stared at the Black King's heart with narrow eyes, then slowly turned his head toward Xiu. "What." His face contorted when the Violet King joined in. "Oh alright." Wilson swiped up the heart, walked over to Aymet. He stared at him for a long time before reluctantly returning it. T:

The violet Queen just frowned at you all.

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Following the 'no', Simmy looked crestfallen. She knew it. She knew it was impossible to be 'good' in any sense of the word, in looks or personality, and...perfect?

She fell silent, trying to connect bits and pieces of things that didn't quite fit together; she didn't know string theory here, or the properties of wormholes and alternate universes, and without the safety net of science, she couldn't understand.

"Perfect," she repeated, and memories aligned in a way that helped her believe. "This feels perfect. I changed my mind."

More silence, which might have been related more to the bizarre and irrational hatred she was feeling towards dragonlike creatures than anything thoughtful. Odd. She'd never seen a dragon before.

"Do you know how to sing?" Her fingers brushed his cheek, mind full of music she longed to hear. The small, empty vials that were tied around her waist clinked together as she shifted to keep the dragon out of her sight.

Trebor couldn't ignore the dragon's creation like she could. His weapon was up in one hand, ready to swat away anything that attacked. His other kept her tight and protected, while his face tensed with determination.

And then some guy turned the dial up to 11 and wrecked havoc on it. If anything was going to keep that dragons attention, Nush was.

So Trebor relaxed, just enough to listen to what Simmy was asking. Did he sing? He cleared his throat, letting out a short note, before shrugging. "Maybe. Can't say I know for sure. Only way to find out is to test it." He put his weapon down, giving her his full attention. Would he regret it later if the boss attacked? He made sure his body was between her and the dragon.. just in case.

"Gimme a song? I'll try to sing it to you." He paused, and bit his lip. "For you." No, that still sounded embarrassing, like it exposed too much of his feelings. "I'll. Try to sing it." He sighed, and gave up on pretense for a little while, as his forehead settled on her. "Yeah, I'd sing for you."

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