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genessia2016-09-25 02:26 am
inquisitor_lavellan) wrote in genessia2016-09-25 02:26 am
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[ action | closed ] the first step to any murder is to have fun and be yourself
Who: Genjyo Sanzo and Alleyana Lavellan
When: About a week after everyone's cured.
What: The destruction of evil, possessed animatronics, drunkenness, and some good old-fashioned arson. What else do you expect two religious icons to do in their spare time?
Where: Attleton - Happy Heights Amusement Park - Froggy Fezboar's Dining Adventure
Warnings: Violence and cursing and creepy FNAF animatronics trying to bite faces off.
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It took over an hour of hard labor, but Alleyana managed to dig every scrap of flammable plant material and debris away from the dilapidated diner.
She stabbed the shovel into the fresh-churned dirt in front of the cursed building, and took a moment to rest, surveying her work. There was now a ten foot radius of just dirt around the building in most places, down to five along the sides due to sheer lack of space. But hopefully, it would be enough.
The Inquisitor nodded to herself, and then pulled her phone from her sash to make a phonecall. Thankfully, she'd learned how to make it dial with her voice, so she didn't have to take off her gauntlet or the glove beneath it to push buttons.
"Call... asshole," she told it.
And so it did.
When: About a week after everyone's cured.
What: The destruction of evil, possessed animatronics, drunkenness, and some good old-fashioned arson. What else do you expect two religious icons to do in their spare time?
Where: Attleton - Happy Heights Amusement Park - Froggy Fezboar's Dining Adventure
Warnings: Violence and cursing and creepy FNAF animatronics trying to bite faces off.
- - - - -
It took over an hour of hard labor, but Alleyana managed to dig every scrap of flammable plant material and debris away from the dilapidated diner.
She stabbed the shovel into the fresh-churned dirt in front of the cursed building, and took a moment to rest, surveying her work. There was now a ten foot radius of just dirt around the building in most places, down to five along the sides due to sheer lack of space. But hopefully, it would be enough.
The Inquisitor nodded to herself, and then pulled her phone from her sash to make a phonecall. Thankfully, she'd learned how to make it dial with her voice, so she didn't have to take off her gauntlet or the glove beneath it to push buttons.
"Call... asshole," she told it.
And so it did.