"You want me to be a Pied Piper with a violin." she replied, seeming to consider this. She was being offered a way into a parent company that did more than what their little building she recorded in did. Cerissé tapped the butt of her fork idly against the table, as she thought about this.
Monster tamer, building jumper, take her show on more than the road. It was a delightful concept. Mostly the last part.
"As long as I'm not joining a cult," Cerissé was joining a cult, "I think I can get on board with that. Sounds like a way to add a little peace of mind to my walks home in the evening." What with the terrorists and the occasional 'what the hell is that' in the streets.
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