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@kanibls*  even so, i don't think that's going to improve yer..  /situation, hon/.  [she offers a smile (genuine?  maybe, maybe not), eyes scanning over the..  well, bloody mess,]  if i were you, i'd get that cleaned up.  before someone else that isn't me decides to talk.  i don't think you'd want that to happen, hm?

@vendttas*  patience, /patience/.  it's a virtue, after all—something you, clearly, don't have!  ..  describe this figure to me & i'll, maybe, maybe, just answer yer /question/.

@aeternm*  now, now, don't be like /that/, miss.  maybe i just want to hang around & have some tea with ya—maybe 'm just here to talk!  which is technically what we're doin' right now, aren't we?  :D

@biospies*  i'm surprised /you've/ made it this far, missy.  'specially with that mouth of yers.  [it retorted;  figure dressed in guts an' gore, maintaining its signature grin.]  but what can i say?  i adapt fairly quickly.  hopefully you too.

@mortuam*  awe.  what a shame.  [it responded;  and, as if it were a child, the being /pouted/.  the maggots that sat on his palms continue to writhe.]  the larvae say that they've taken a certain..  liking to you.

@exspiravits*  yer in slatina, miss.  anything else i can help you with, orrrr..  ??

@warlcks*  hmph.  it's alright..  [she brushes off her dress of any dirt or dust, dull eyes boring into the unfamiliar character.]  watch where you're going next time, stranger.  

@qraevaIens*  it..  is,  [the entity admits;  despite the vague response it gives, the small smile on its face proved that, indeed, it was /certainly/ enjoying it.  the sickening look in its dull eyes did attest to that, as well  (it is sick—in truth—/perfect/ for an eldritch god presiding over pestilence).  then, its eyes would then look at the gory view laid out in front of the two,]  a slow death would be perfect..  wouldn't it.

@imprvbus*  ah!  it's pretty boy.  we meet again.  'ere to see me?  :D

*  but..  ty..