Lord's Rest Inn

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"I am known by many names, but the one I go by most is the Traitor. It's very nice to meet you, Jester." 

 "Well that is a name isn't it? The pleasure is all mine Traitor, truly." They bow dramatically once more.

She sort of bows as well. "I'll admit, being called a Traitor doesn't paint me in the most flattering sense, but it's certainly fitting. It's certainly less of a mouthful than 'get the broom, it's on the porch again'!" She laughs a bit at the memory.

 He laughs as well, genuine almost of charming to hear as his music "It is, isn't it? I wouldn't say I know the feeling of what that's like, but I've experienced some things myself that would make a funny story."

"I can relate to that, though some of the humor might be mostly for these recent few chapters."

 He nods "Well thank you for witnessing my performance," He picks up his hat, chock to the brim with tips.

"Of course! Thank you for the performance!"

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 *Did you dream about me?*

Barbeau brings the soup to the hypothermic Hunters and watches them try to think of some other option to avoid drinking. They can't, given that home base is too far for them to get there and warm up in time.

*You cant prove that I didn't.* 

Don looks to the kindness of Barbeau, slightly disgusted, but understanding what he's thinking "I wouldn't have done the same, you're too kind."

 *Dreaming is a vestige of a primitive mind.*

"I don't see the point in killing them. They probably wouldn't taste good anyway, and since they are Hunters they will come back as Spectres that I will have to deal with again and again. Scaring them straight is the better option."

One of the Hunters reaches for a cup, only to be grabbed by Barbeau's ungloved hand. Their own hand begins to freeze solid as they scream. Barbeau calmly lets go and stands up.

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*Re-do of what my characters are up to. I don't feel great mentally so I'm just gonna be using comfort characters*

Theren is sitting on a comfy couch, wrapped in a blanket and drinking hot chocolate.

 *Comfort is sometimes all you can get.*

 Gon sits next to Theren with their own cup of hot coco and a smile, although they don't seem to need it to stay warm.

 *Yeah*

Theren seems lost in thought as he sips his coco, marshmallows floating around in it slowly.

 He tries to pick one of the marshmallows out of the cup without touching any of the coco inside while he isn't looking.

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*Re-do of what my characters are up to. I don't feel great mentally so I'm just gonna be using comfort characters*

Theren is sitting on a comfy couch, wrapped in a blanket and drinking hot chocolate.

 *Comfort is sometimes all you can get.*

 Gon sits next to Theren with their own cup of hot coco and a smile, although they don't seem to need it to stay warm.

 *Yeah*

Theren seems lost in thought as he sips his coco, marshmallows floating around in it slowly.

 He tries to pick one of the marshmallows out of the cup without touching any of the coco inside while he isn't looking.

 He successfully does so. Theren takes another sip, this time getting a marshmallow of his own.

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*Oh, one tiny retcon- KK is a cloth mannequin rather than fiberglass.*

She nearly falls out of her chair at the sound of the something slamming against the wall, placing her radio on the table beside her and rushing to the doors to find out what's going on. As she does so, she uses her Broadcasting Network ability to sense how many creatures there are outside.

 There is a Spectre and three Hunters. As she opens the door, she gets a good look at the malignant spirit: a woman with deep, dark, smiling eyes leaking a black substance, a curly hairstyle out of the 1950s, a stitch down her forehead, and a lipless grin. Her dress is tattered, and the shreds move like tentacles. "Can I come in, dear? It's rather urgent." She stands politely, many bullet holes rapidly healing.

The Hunters are drawing silvered blades. "They're working together! Kill them both!"

"Oh, y- yeah, of course!" She lets the fellow Spectral entity inside, before closing the door and locking it if possible.

*Hello Baalze! You up for continuing this?*

 *Hey, Yvonne! Of course!*

The woman dashes in with supernatural speed and bars the door with a black wooden baseball bat. "Thank you, miss! I was just going to ask my neighbors for a cup of sugar when these guys came out of the woodwork!" She giggles hysterically.

They can hear the Hunters trying to break the metal doors down.

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 *Did you dream about me?*

Barbeau brings the soup to the hypothermic Hunters and watches them try to think of some other option to avoid drinking. They can't, given that home base is too far for them to get there and warm up in time.

*You cant prove that I didn't.* 

Don looks to the kindness of Barbeau, slightly disgusted, but understanding what he's thinking "I wouldn't have done the same, you're too kind."

 *Dreaming is a vestige of a primitive mind.*

"I don't see the point in killing them. They probably wouldn't taste good anyway, and since they are Hunters they will come back as Spectres that I will have to deal with again and again. Scaring them straight is the better option."

One of the Hunters reaches for a cup, only to be grabbed by Barbeau's ungloved hand. Their own hand begins to freeze solid as they scream. Barbeau calmly lets go and stands up.

 "It isn't very sustainable though, they'll just come back with someone bigger and stronger, then you'll have to kill them. If his hand thaws he won't be the same, if it doesn't he won't be the same. Either way, unless they have some miraculous growth, they'll just come back for revenge." He says, blowing smoke from his mouth and nose, along with intense heat.