The Liquid Wallaby - Midnight in Melanthine (Transition!)

[Ava Ire]

"Not everything. But a lot of things....." He began to fade slowly.

Dom watched him fade.
"Uh, going somewhere? If you're going to the Spirit Realm, can you find the life spirit lady or whoever she is and tell her she's a cunt? Thanks."

The figure said nothing. He faded until he vanished entirely, leaving not a trace.

[Barboneia]

Dom watched him fade.
"Uh, going somewhere? If you're going to the Spirit Realm, can you find the life spirit lady or whoever she is and tell her she's a cunt? Thanks."

The figure said nothing. He faded until he vanished entirely, leaving not a trace.

Dom stared at the spot where the figure once was. He rubbed his head.
"...What a queer fellow."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Saren toddles about the Wallaby dressed in a Melanth-esque uniform.

Odiux is triggered by Saren's cultural appropriation despite not being Melanth herself. Or liking Melanthine.

[Barboneia]

Odiux is triggered by Saren's cultural appropriation despite not being Melanth herself. Or liking Melanthine.

Armund stares at her, his head titled.
"Are you, like, mentally sound?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Odiux is triggered by Saren's cultural appropriation despite not being Melanth herself. Or liking Melanthine.

Armund stares at her, his head titled.
"Are you, like, mentally sound?"

"Priviliged little Arkadacian boy... stealing other outfits... Hnnggggg..." She appears to be close to combusting.

Saren sits on the floor and begins eating a taco. Smoke practically comes out of Odiux's years.

[Barboneia]

Armund stares at her, his head titled.
"Are you, like, mentally sound?"

"Priviliged little Arkadacian boy... stealing other outfits... Hnnggggg..." She appears to be close to combusting.

Saren sits on the floor and begins eating a taco. Smoke practically comes out of Odiux's years.

(out of her years

kek)

"What? Privileged? Of course he's privileged. He's the son of the king of Arkadacia."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Priviliged little Arkadacian boy... stealing other outfits... Hnnggggg..." She appears to be close to combusting.

Saren sits on the floor and begins eating a taco. Smoke practically comes out of Odiux's years.

(out of her years

kek)

"What? Privileged? Of course he's privileged. He's the son of the king of Arkadacia."

(five hours of sleep)

"PATRIARCHY! PATRIARCHY!"

"The Kingdom of Arkadacia was founded by my mother. Who is standing right here." Cerril points out.

Odiux is promptly kicked out of the Wallaby in a literal manner by Crysal.

[Barboneia]

(out of her years

kek)

"What? Privileged? Of course he's privileged. He's the son of the king of Arkadacia."

(five hours of sleep)

"PATRIARCHY! PATRIARCHY!"

"The Kingdom of Arkadacia was founded by my mother. Who is standing right here." Cerril points out.

Odiux is promptly kicked out of the Wallaby in a literal manner by Crysal.

Armund claps slowly.
"Dear gods, you kicked her out like an English footballer kicks a... Football."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Armund claps slowly.
"Dear gods, you kicked her out like an English footballer kicks a... Football."

Crysal sighs and shakes her hoof-foot a bit. "I've punted many a Culdranth in my time. There's a certain technique to it." She chuckles. "Mind you, I usually feel bad about it. Not this time, though."

[Barboneia]

Armund claps slowly.
"Dear gods, you kicked her out like an English footballer kicks a... Football."

Crysal sighs and shakes her hoof-foot a bit. "I've punted many a Culdranth in my time. There's a certain technique to it." She chuckles. "Mind you, I usually feel bad about it. Not this time, though."

"Yes, well, I'd rather you not punt me anytime soon, thanks."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Crysal sighs and shakes her hoof-foot a bit. "I've punted many a Culdranth in my time. There's a certain technique to it." She chuckles. "Mind you, I usually feel bad about it. Not this time, though."

"Yes, well, I'd rather you not punt me anytime soon, thanks."

"Don't give me a reason to, it's as simple as that." She looks down at Saren and ruffles his hair. "Aren't you old enough to wear your family colors now?"

Saren shakes his head. "Dad says I don't get them until I finish my eck-o-namics stuff. I learned that free pizza on Tuesday is bad!"

[Barboneia]

"Yes, well, I'd rather you not punt me anytime soon, thanks."

"Don't give me a reason to, it's as simple as that." She looks down at Saren and ruffles his hair. "Aren't you old enough to wear your family colors now?"

Saren shakes his head. "Dad says I don't get them until I finish my eck-o-namics stuff. I learned that free pizza on Tuesday is bad!"

"Um... Right."
Armund returns to drinking his coffee.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Don't give me a reason to, it's as simple as that." She looks down at Saren and ruffles his hair. "Aren't you old enough to wear your family colors now?"

Saren shakes his head. "Dad says I don't get them until I finish my eck-o-namics stuff. I learned that free pizza on Tuesday is bad!"

"Um... Right."
Armund returns to drinking his coffee.

And thus things go back to uncomfortable silence.

[Barboneia]

"Um... Right."
Armund returns to drinking his coffee.

And thus things go back to uncomfortable silence.

It is immediately shattered by a gun shot a few blocks away.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

And thus things go back to uncomfortable silence.

It is immediately shattered by a gun shot a few blocks away.

The streets are promptly shut down for the night. Civilians wandering about are forced into the nearest buildings while the police look for the source of the shot.

[Barboneia]

It is immediately shattered by a gun shot a few blocks away.

The streets are promptly shut down for the night. Civilians wandering about are forced into the nearest buildings while the police look for the source of the shot.

The shot seemed to come from a dilapidated apartment complex, quite out of place among the glowing, utilitarian skyscrapers around it.

The victim of the shot seemed to be the Melanth from earlier, shot straight through the heart. He was still clutching his chest, his face lit up in horror.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

The streets are promptly shut down for the night. Civilians wandering about are forced into the nearest buildings while the police look for the source of the shot.

The shot seemed to come from a dilapidated apartment complex, quite out of place among the glowing, utilitarian skyscrapers around it.

The victim of the shot seemed to be the Melanth from earlier, shot straight through the heart. He was still clutching his chest, his face lit up in horror.

Thankfully, the police were at least prepared for it this time, and stuff some sort of artificial heart in his chest before having him taken away to a hospital.

The Kaiser decides he's going to have some people detonated later.

[Barboneia]

The shot seemed to come from a dilapidated apartment complex, quite out of place among the glowing, utilitarian skyscrapers around it.

The victim of the shot seemed to be the Melanth from earlier, shot straight through the heart. He was still clutching his chest, his face lit up in horror.

Thankfully, the police were at least prepared for it this time, and stuff some sort of artificial heart in his chest before having him taken away to a hospital.

The Kaiser decides he's going to have some people detonated later.

The English man from yesterday walked in the bar, rubbing his head.
"Good god. Another murder? I thought this city was safe."

[Ava Ire]

Thankfully, the police were at least prepared for it this time, and stuff some sort of artificial heart in his chest before having him taken away to a hospital.

The Kaiser decides he's going to have some people detonated later.

The English man from yesterday walked in the bar, rubbing his head.
"Good god. Another murder? I thought this city was safe."

A wisp of smoke peers over his shoulder, giggling.

[Barboneia]

The English man from yesterday walked in the bar, rubbing his head.
"Good god. Another murder? I thought this city was safe."

A wisp of smoke peers over his shoulder, giggling.

The man turns around and raises an eyebrow.
"...Oh. Has someone been smoking in here?"

[Ava Ire]

A wisp of smoke peers over his shoulder, giggling.

The man turns around and raises an eyebrow.
"...Oh. Has someone been smoking in here?"

The door opens.
Macy walks in, a particular spring in her step. She wears a plaid shirt with jeans.

[Barboneia]

The man turns around and raises an eyebrow.
"...Oh. Has someone been smoking in here?"

The door opens.
Macy walks in, a particular spring in her step. She wears a plaid shirt with jeans.

"...Um... Ok..."
The man looks distraught and shakes his head, before sitting down at the bar.

Armund was sitting at a booth, reading a newspaper. He looked up and waved at Macy.

[Ava Ire]

The door opens.
Macy walks in, a particular spring in her step. She wears a plaid shirt with jeans.

"...Um... Ok..."
The man looks distraught and shakes his head, before sitting down at the bar.

Armund was sitting at a booth, reading a newspaper. He looked up and waved at Macy.

Macy grinned. She went over to Armund.
"Hey!"

[Barboneia]

"...Um... Ok..."
The man looks distraught and shakes his head, before sitting down at the bar.

Armund was sitting at a booth, reading a newspaper. He looked up and waved at Macy.

Macy grinned. She went over to Armund.
"Hey!"

"So, my human friend... How'd it go? I've not heard from you in some time."

[Ava Ire]

Macy grinned. She went over to Armund.
"Hey!"

"So, my human friend... How'd it go? I've not heard from you in some time."

She smiled.
"Yeah. But I, uh, became an intern!"