Lord's Rest Inn

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 "good to hear"

 "What are you doing?"

 "fixing this up so I can contact my client. I think it got damaged from water"

 "Ah that happened to my laptop once.. Its not fun." He nods.

 "damage doesn't seem to be too bad though"

 "Put it in some rice."

 "what will that do?"

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 *Akumatization prospect: Observed*

As he walks through the bad part of town, it slowly grows more and more uncanny. Rotten buildings, unseen eyes, dadaist posters displaying panopticons, rabbits, and happy people dancing around flowers. Eventually, he encounters a man in a casual white suit and rabbit mask. "Hey, buddy. You seem to be wandering too. Lemme guess, writer's block?"

 *[SCREAMS IN FEAR-]*

Not trusting his eyes, he begins to back up. He knows his hallucinations are bad but.. they cant be this bad right? "y-yes?" he answers. 

 The man grins. "Me too, man. I find inspiration in like, the worst places. Have you ever listened to TRAUMA FM? They have a lot of good stories to get the gears turning."

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*Good morning, everyone!*

The Seer appears at the Inn, clearly vexed by something. She looks around the Inn for the Traitor or Kiko, not seeing either.

On the little organic radio in the Inn, TRAUMA-FM starts playing after some crackles of static. Another voice that sounds almost like Kiko's joins the usual host in their commentary.

Traitor is invisible, skulking around in the area around the abandoned warehouse serving as Kiko's studio.

 

 Stroth is looking for Omori.

They find the Traitor, who emerges from their invisibility. There's something familiar(?) about her, but it can't quite be placed.

"Hello again. It's been a while since we've had a chat, hasn't it?"

 "Indeed it has." She grins madly "How are you?"

"I'm doing just wonderfully! A lot better than I was before... a lot stronger as well."

 "Very lovely to hear!" she claps her hands.

"It's quite lovely indeed!" She clasps her clawed hands together. "It's amazing what just one Spectre can do."

 "Ah.. working with him hm?"

"Indeed I am. Why do you ask?" She tilts her head up slightly, moreso showing the void that was her face. "Want some borrowed power of your own?"

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*Wendi.. can I have the baby boy?..*

 *Sure*

Alix, whose floof has floofed up more since the colder weather, is inside the tavern. He is eating some chimken soup.

 Reese, layered up a bit more due to the same reasons, holding a battered book, sits down next to him, smiling. Though it's hard to tell through her baggy hoodie and sweats, she is more filled out and even a bit cut. Her coat is glossier and softer, all effects of actually eating and excersising with Alix. "Hi, hun~"

 Alix looks up, his tail immediately wagging. "Hi Reese!" he chirps, beaming happily "How are you? You look really pretty!"

 "I'm doing good, glad to see you mostly." She sets the book down and hugs him, tail wagging on the offbeat of his. "Aww, thanks, ya big cutie.. I came to ask you a few questions about your tribe."

 He nods "Of course!" he nods, his ears flopping back and forth.

 She opens the book, skimming through the pages. "I never thought i'd end up using this until I found my wielder, but, he's an a**hole anyway, so I don't think he'll be living up to the prophecy anytime soon... I wanted to know about your tribal cultures, and how they set the parameters for relationships, that way, we both can follow our traditions as closely as possible."

 He thinks "Well, women are seen as superior compared to men considering they are life bearers. Anything that can create life is considered holy. As for traditions, it is mostly about respecting ancestors and keeping our bodies fit to show we are a good prospect for the women." He thinks "Jewelry is also a big part. Jewelry is kinda like our way of showing off considering our coloration is usually plain white."

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 Marie is sitting in a tree alone, in her usual pitch black attire, flipping a knife in one hand with a smile visible from underneath her wide brimmed hat. She is holding some poison darts in between the fingers of her other gloved hand, the corpse of a person at the bases of the tree, poison pumping through their veins.

 Jax approaches, emitting a low whistle as he inspects the body. "Man, you got my mark, love. Been looking for this guy."

 She taps her foot “Oh sorry little Jax, he tried to get in my way so I pumped him full of poison.” She hops down from the tree.