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 Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 8:50 pm
She moved past him to the chair and threw herself in it. "I'd offer t'help with that, but y'know." No help.
It looked something important though. It wasn't just another blank bill, but something a little fancier from what she could make of it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 8:54 pm
Shun held up his index finger to try and indicate to her to be quiet. After a few more moments, he went to look over the key once more. Well he knew what the invitation was, but he didn't know why the key was needed. What was it for?
"It is just some Other Ashdown s**t," he mumbled before fishing out his phone. He tapped a few things, then spoke into it, "Next full moon."
A few results came up, and a little robotic voice chimed out, "August 18th, 2016"
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 8:56 pm
"The ********>" She sat up a little straighter in her seat. "Did somethin' happen?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 8:58 pm
"Not yet. This is apparently an invitation from the 'Sorrowful One'. A masquerade or some s**t. No doubt something will be happening there," he stated.
Shun made his way over to seat himself on the couch. That was roughly a week away from now. It wasn't really a whole lot of time, unfortunately. His finger lightly tapped against the edge of his phone.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 9:02 pm
Chel stared incredulously. "The Sorrowful One? What the hell does that even mean?"
She closed her eyes, already exhausted from her day but even more so to have walked into some supernatural s**t. "An' a masquerade?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 9:10 pm
Shun gave a shrug, "Some creature from Other Ashdown."
He gave pause.
"Masquerade. You know. Fancy dance with masks and s**t."
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 9:13 pm
She gave him a flat side eye. "I know what a ********' masquerade is."
The last time she'd interacted with the supernatural, a few people had gotten killed. "Can you start at the beginnin', man?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 9:23 pm
A long, drawn out sigh escaped him.
"At the next full moon, there is going to be a masquerade, in which I am invited to. I am to arrive at moonrise, appropriately dressed. At moonset, an unmasking of sorts will happen. Remember awhile back I mentioned some s**t was supposed to go down in August?"
Shun just held up the invitation.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 9:33 pm
"That sounds dangerous as ******** dude," she told him honestly. A masquerade held by rabid werewolves. "... It sounds like some psychopath s**t."
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 9:34 pm
"Of course it is dangerous. But I am going anyway."
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 9:35 pm
"Of course you are," she said with a heavy sigh back, closing her eyes again in the chair, legs now dangling over the side. She crossed her arms, entirely unhappy with the situation.
"Where's it at?" She was going to need directions after all.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 9:37 pm
"It does not say, but I have a feeling I will know when it is time," he grumbled. If not, then the Sorrowful One had a pretty big oversight.
Shun paused and looked over the key.
"Perhaps that is what this is for."
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 9:53 pm
"Alright, text me when. Or call I guess- whatever's easier."
She reached up to pull her hair out of the tight ponytail it had been in all day, hissing slightly at the pain. "Do I have to wear a dress an' s**t? ******** I'll have to ask for the day off too ..."
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 9:55 pm
Shun stared at Chel for a few seconds after she mentioned dresses and stuff.
"I thought you wanted nothing to do with the supernatural s**t. Why the hell do you want to go? ...And what makes you think you are coming with me?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2016 9:58 pm
"I tol' you I'd help f'you got in some s**t," she told him. She had said that. "'An a crazy murder ball is some s**t."
There was something about his wording that bothered her too. "Don't think m'a ********' coward neither."
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