The 2 Story Tavern

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*I’d like to interact with Salem. Our characters could pickpocket together :D (Fun fact, that used to be my preferred name before I used Nikki)

Sonya is reading a newspaper in the coffee shop, focusing on the business section of it.

 *cat burglar will always be my favorite pun now*

Salem hums as he walks by, bumping into them, "Ah, sorry"

 *I wouldn’t want Sonya to be pickpocketed here, but we can still have them interact.*

“No P-Problem. I haven’t seen you ar-around here before.”

Sonya is an Anthro Mouse (Femboy) who is pretty sensitive and has a stutter. He has grey fur, green eyes and a green tail. He is currently wearing an oversized tshirt, thigh highs and no shoes.

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*I’d like to interact with Salem. Our characters could pickpocket together :D (Fun fact, that used to be my preferred name before I used Nikki)

Sonya is reading a newspaper in the coffee shop, focusing on the business section of it.

 *cat burglar will always be my favorite pun now*

Salem hums as he walks by, bumping into them, "Ah, sorry"

 *I wouldn’t want Sonya to be pickpocketed here, but we can still have them interact.*

“No P-Problem. I haven’t seen you ar-around here before.”

Sonya is an Anthro Mouse (Femboy) who is pretty sensitive and has a stutter. He has grey fur, green eyes and a green tail. He is currently wearing an oversized tshirt, thigh highs and no shoes.

 *don't worry, I'd roll if I was pickpocketing*

"Yeah, I tend to be elusive. Nice to meet you mousey" He says with a cocked smile

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*I’d like to interact with Salem. Our characters could pickpocket together :D (Fun fact, that used to be my preferred name before I used Nikki)

Sonya is reading a newspaper in the coffee shop, focusing on the business section of it.

 *cat burglar will always be my favorite pun now*

Salem hums as he walks by, bumping into them, "Ah, sorry"

 *I wouldn’t want Sonya to be pickpocketed here, but we can still have them interact.*

“No P-Problem. I haven’t seen you ar-around here before.”

Sonya is an Anthro Mouse (Femboy) who is pretty sensitive and has a stutter. He has grey fur, green eyes and a green tail. He is currently wearing an oversized tshirt, thigh highs and no shoes.

 *don't worry, I'd roll if I was pickpocketing*

"Yeah, I tend to be elusive. Nice to meet you mousey" He says with a cocked smile

 “W-What was that for? Am I wearing s-something I shouldn’t?”

Sonya looks embarrassed and looks at his feet

'Oh, hey'

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*I’d like to interact with Salem. Our characters could pickpocket together :D (Fun fact, that used to be my preferred name before I used Nikki)

Sonya is reading a newspaper in the coffee shop, focusing on the business section of it.

 *cat burglar will always be my favorite pun now*

Salem hums as he walks by, bumping into them, "Ah, sorry"

 *I wouldn’t want Sonya to be pickpocketed here, but we can still have them interact.*

“No P-Problem. I haven’t seen you ar-around here before.”

Sonya is an Anthro Mouse (Femboy) who is pretty sensitive and has a stutter. He has grey fur, green eyes and a green tail. He is currently wearing an oversized tshirt, thigh highs and no shoes.

 *don't worry, I'd roll if I was pickpocketing*

"Yeah, I tend to be elusive. Nice to meet you mousey" He says with a cocked smile

 “W-What was that for? Am I wearing s-something I shouldn’t?”

Sonya looks embarrassed and looks at his feet

 "No, no" He says, "You're outfit is very nice."

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*I’d like to interact with Salem. Our characters could pickpocket together :D (Fun fact, that used to be my preferred name before I used Nikki)

Sonya is reading a newspaper in the coffee shop, focusing on the business section of it.

 *cat burglar will always be my favorite pun now*

Salem hums as he walks by, bumping into them, "Ah, sorry"

 *I wouldn’t want Sonya to be pickpocketed here, but we can still have them interact.*

“No P-Problem. I haven’t seen you ar-around here before.”

Sonya is an Anthro Mouse (Femboy) who is pretty sensitive and has a stutter. He has grey fur, green eyes and a green tail. He is currently wearing an oversized tshirt, thigh highs and no shoes.

 *don't worry, I'd roll if I was pickpocketing*

"Yeah, I tend to be elusive. Nice to meet you mousey" He says with a cocked smile

 “W-What was that for? Am I wearing s-something I shouldn’t?”

Sonya looks embarrassed and looks at his feet

 "No, no" He says, "You're outfit is very nice."

 Sonya chuckles shyly, “Thanks. I’m Sonya. I’m not new to town but I am new to the area. I just started dressing like this in public so I am not used to being seen like this.”

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*I’d like to interact with Salem. Our characters could pickpocket together :D (Fun fact, that used to be my preferred name before I used Nikki)

Sonya is reading a newspaper in the coffee shop, focusing on the business section of it.

 *cat burglar will always be my favorite pun now*

Salem hums as he walks by, bumping into them, "Ah, sorry"

 *I wouldn’t want Sonya to be pickpocketed here, but we can still have them interact.*

“No P-Problem. I haven’t seen you ar-around here before.”

Sonya is an Anthro Mouse (Femboy) who is pretty sensitive and has a stutter. He has grey fur, green eyes and a green tail. He is currently wearing an oversized tshirt, thigh highs and no shoes.

 *don't worry, I'd roll if I was pickpocketing*

"Yeah, I tend to be elusive. Nice to meet you mousey" He says with a cocked smile

 “W-What was that for? Am I wearing s-something I shouldn’t?”

Sonya looks embarrassed and looks at his feet

 "No, no" He says, "You're outfit is very nice."

 Sonya chuckles shyly, “Thanks. I’m Sonya. I’m not new to town but I am new to the area. I just started dressing like this in public so I am not used to being seen like this.”

 "Thats fair," He says with a chuckle, hands in his pocket, "I wouldn't say it leaves to the imagination" he says, "Have you gotten a tour if the area yet?"

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*I’d like to interact with Salem. Our characters could pickpocket together :D (Fun fact, that used to be my preferred name before I used Nikki)

Sonya is reading a newspaper in the coffee shop, focusing on the business section of it.

 *cat burglar will always be my favorite pun now*

Salem hums as he walks by, bumping into them, "Ah, sorry"

 *I wouldn’t want Sonya to be pickpocketed here, but we can still have them interact.*

“No P-Problem. I haven’t seen you ar-around here before.”

Sonya is an Anthro Mouse (Femboy) who is pretty sensitive and has a stutter. He has grey fur, green eyes and a green tail. He is currently wearing an oversized tshirt, thigh highs and no shoes.

 *don't worry, I'd roll if I was pickpocketing*

"Yeah, I tend to be elusive. Nice to meet you mousey" He says with a cocked smile

 “W-What was that for? Am I wearing s-something I shouldn’t?”

Sonya looks embarrassed and looks at his feet

 "No, no" He says, "You're outfit is very nice."

 Sonya chuckles shyly, “Thanks. I’m Sonya. I’m not new to town but I am new to the area. I just started dressing like this in public so I am not used to being seen like this.”

 "Thats fair," He says with a chuckle, hands in his pocket, "I wouldn't say it leaves to the imagination" he says, "Have you gotten a tour if the area yet?"

 “Not yet, but I can guess that you would be giving a tour?”

Sonya looks down at his clothes, and realizes he has no pockets. He then puts on a pair of shoes, since he may be going out.

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*I’d like to interact with Salem. Our characters could pickpocket together :D (Fun fact, that used to be my preferred name before I used Nikki)

Sonya is reading a newspaper in the coffee shop, focusing on the business section of it.

 *cat burglar will always be my favorite pun now*

Salem hums as he walks by, bumping into them, "Ah, sorry"

 *I wouldn’t want Sonya to be pickpocketed here, but we can still have them interact.*

“No P-Problem. I haven’t seen you ar-around here before.”

Sonya is an Anthro Mouse (Femboy) who is pretty sensitive and has a stutter. He has grey fur, green eyes and a green tail. He is currently wearing an oversized tshirt, thigh highs and no shoes.

 *don't worry, I'd roll if I was pickpocketing*

"Yeah, I tend to be elusive. Nice to meet you mousey" He says with a cocked smile

 “W-What was that for? Am I wearing s-something I shouldn’t?”

Sonya looks embarrassed and looks at his feet

 "No, no" He says, "You're outfit is very nice."

 Sonya chuckles shyly, “Thanks. I’m Sonya. I’m not new to town but I am new to the area. I just started dressing like this in public so I am not used to being seen like this.”

 "Thats fair," He says with a chuckle, hands in his pocket, "I wouldn't say it leaves to the imagination" he says, "Have you gotten a tour if the area yet?"

 “Not yet, but I can guess that you would be giving a tour?”

Sonya looks down at his clothes, and realizes he has no pockets. He then puts on a pair of shoes, since he may be going out.

 "Yep. Yiu could call me the welcoming committee" He says with a smile

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 (Vampire thing for Dimitri)

The young woman sat alone in the cemetery, surrounded by the silent and eerie atmosphere. Her white-blonde Marylin Monroe-style bob swayed gently in the cool breeze as her eyes remained fixed on the grave ahead of her. She wore a long, flowing white dress that almost looked like an elegant evening gown, but it was now stained crimson from blood. Her pale, slender fingers traced the name on the grave with a delicate touch, lost in thought and emotion.

(Others)

Edwin sits on a wooden bench outside the rustic tavern, positioned to observe the vast expanse of the sky above. The wind playfully ruffles his hair as he raises a hand to shield his gaze from the bright sun, causing shadows to dance across his face. His sword rests beside him, secure in its scabbard, the gleaming metal hilt contrasting against the weathered wood of the bench.

Paemava stands in the bustling market square, her white silks a stark contrast against the colorful stalls and busy crowds. The copper bells on her wrists and ankles jingle softly with each step she takes. Using her mastery of illusion magic, she weaves a tale of a valiant hero on a dangerous quest to rescue a group of helpless children from the clutches of a fearsome demon. With every gesture and intonation, Paemava brings the story to life, drawing in a captivated audience and transporting them to another world.

 "Nice night out, eh?" Dimitri says, hands stuffed into his trench coat pockets, having somehow walked up to the grave silently despite his massive figure

 She jumps a bit "Oh- Oh yes I suppose." She nodded.

 "You know though, you should be careful out here. Talk of monsters about."

 "O-Oh dear...L-Like what ones?" She askes, tilting her head.

 "While I haven't got concrete evidence. I'd say vampires" He says, looking at her directly, not commenting in the blood staining her dress yet

 "O-Oh my.. Well, You can't prove it if you don't have evidence so it couldn't be vampires unless you're really sure." She laughs nervously.

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 (Vampire thing for Dimitri)

The young woman sat alone in the cemetery, surrounded by the silent and eerie atmosphere. Her white-blonde Marylin Monroe-style bob swayed gently in the cool breeze as her eyes remained fixed on the grave ahead of her. She wore a long, flowing white dress that almost looked like an elegant evening gown, but it was now stained crimson from blood. Her pale, slender fingers traced the name on the grave with a delicate touch, lost in thought and emotion.

(Others)

Edwin sits on a wooden bench outside the rustic tavern, positioned to observe the vast expanse of the sky above. The wind playfully ruffles his hair as he raises a hand to shield his gaze from the bright sun, causing shadows to dance across his face. His sword rests beside him, secure in its scabbard, the gleaming metal hilt contrasting against the weathered wood of the bench.

Paemava stands in the bustling market square, her white silks a stark contrast against the colorful stalls and busy crowds. The copper bells on her wrists and ankles jingle softly with each step she takes. Using her mastery of illusion magic, she weaves a tale of a valiant hero on a dangerous quest to rescue a group of helpless children from the clutches of a fearsome demon. With every gesture and intonation, Paemava brings the story to life, drawing in a captivated audience and transporting them to another world.

 "Nice night out, eh?" Dimitri says, hands stuffed into his trench coat pockets, having somehow walked up to the grave silently despite his massive figure

 She jumps a bit "Oh- Oh yes I suppose." She nodded.

 "You know though, you should be careful out here. Talk of monsters about."

 "O-Oh dear...L-Like what ones?" She askes, tilting her head.

 "While I haven't got concrete evidence. I'd say vampires" He says, looking at her directly, not commenting in the blood staining her dress yet

 "O-Oh my.. Well, You can't prove it if you don't have evidence so it couldn't be vampires unless you're really sure." She laughs nervously.

 "Well, most of the victims had been bitten, but not in the sense they were mauled by something" He says,

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*I’d like to interact with Salem. Our characters could pickpocket together :D (Fun fact, that used to be my preferred name before I used Nikki)

Sonya is reading a newspaper in the coffee shop, focusing on the business section of it.

 *cat burglar will always be my favorite pun now*

Salem hums as he walks by, bumping into them, "Ah, sorry"

 *I wouldn’t want Sonya to be pickpocketed here, but we can still have them interact.*

“No P-Problem. I haven’t seen you ar-around here before.”

Sonya is an Anthro Mouse (Femboy) who is pretty sensitive and has a stutter. He has grey fur, green eyes and a green tail. He is currently wearing an oversized tshirt, thigh highs and no shoes.

 *don't worry, I'd roll if I was pickpocketing*

"Yeah, I tend to be elusive. Nice to meet you mousey" He says with a cocked smile

 “W-What was that for? Am I wearing s-something I shouldn’t?”

Sonya looks embarrassed and looks at his feet

 "No, no" He says, "You're outfit is very nice."

 Sonya chuckles shyly, “Thanks. I’m Sonya. I’m not new to town but I am new to the area. I just started dressing like this in public so I am not used to being seen like this.”

 "Thats fair," He says with a chuckle, hands in his pocket, "I wouldn't say it leaves to the imagination" he says, "Have you gotten a tour if the area yet?"

 “Not yet, but I can guess that you would be giving a tour?”

Sonya looks down at his clothes, and realizes he has no pockets. He then puts on a pair of shoes, since he may be going out.

 "Yep. Yiu could call me the welcoming committee" He says with a smile

 *gtg*

*oki, bye nikki!*

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 (Vampire thing for Dimitri)

The young woman sat alone in the cemetery, surrounded by the silent and eerie atmosphere. Her white-blonde Marylin Monroe-style bob swayed gently in the cool breeze as her eyes remained fixed on the grave ahead of her. She wore a long, flowing white dress that almost looked like an elegant evening gown, but it was now stained crimson from blood. Her pale, slender fingers traced the name on the grave with a delicate touch, lost in thought and emotion.

(Others)

Edwin sits on a wooden bench outside the rustic tavern, positioned to observe the vast expanse of the sky above. The wind playfully ruffles his hair as he raises a hand to shield his gaze from the bright sun, causing shadows to dance across his face. His sword rests beside him, secure in its scabbard, the gleaming metal hilt contrasting against the weathered wood of the bench.

Paemava stands in the bustling market square, her white silks a stark contrast against the colorful stalls and busy crowds. The copper bells on her wrists and ankles jingle softly with each step she takes. Using her mastery of illusion magic, she weaves a tale of a valiant hero on a dangerous quest to rescue a group of helpless children from the clutches of a fearsome demon. With every gesture and intonation, Paemava brings the story to life, drawing in a captivated audience and transporting them to another world.

 "Nice night out, eh?" Dimitri says, hands stuffed into his trench coat pockets, having somehow walked up to the grave silently despite his massive figure

 She jumps a bit "Oh- Oh yes I suppose." She nodded.

 "You know though, you should be careful out here. Talk of monsters about."

 "O-Oh dear...L-Like what ones?" She askes, tilting her head.

 "While I haven't got concrete evidence. I'd say vampires" He says, looking at her directly, not commenting in the blood staining her dress yet

 "O-Oh my.. Well, You can't prove it if you don't have evidence so it couldn't be vampires unless you're really sure." She laughs nervously.

 "Well, most of the victims had been bitten, but not in the sense they were mauled by something" He says,

 "Ah.." She stands up suddenly "W-well, how dreadful." She quickly moves past Dimitri. 

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 (Vampire thing for Dimitri)

The young woman sat alone in the cemetery, surrounded by the silent and eerie atmosphere. Her white-blonde Marylin Monroe-style bob swayed gently in the cool breeze as her eyes remained fixed on the grave ahead of her. She wore a long, flowing white dress that almost looked like an elegant evening gown, but it was now stained crimson from blood. Her pale, slender fingers traced the name on the grave with a delicate touch, lost in thought and emotion.

(Others)

Edwin sits on a wooden bench outside the rustic tavern, positioned to observe the vast expanse of the sky above. The wind playfully ruffles his hair as he raises a hand to shield his gaze from the bright sun, causing shadows to dance across his face. His sword rests beside him, secure in its scabbard, the gleaming metal hilt contrasting against the weathered wood of the bench.

Paemava stands in the bustling market square, her white silks a stark contrast against the colorful stalls and busy crowds. The copper bells on her wrists and ankles jingle softly with each step she takes. Using her mastery of illusion magic, she weaves a tale of a valiant hero on a dangerous quest to rescue a group of helpless children from the clutches of a fearsome demon. With every gesture and intonation, Paemava brings the story to life, drawing in a captivated audience and transporting them to another world.

 "Nice night out, eh?" Dimitri says, hands stuffed into his trench coat pockets, having somehow walked up to the grave silently despite his massive figure

 She jumps a bit "Oh- Oh yes I suppose." She nodded.

 "You know though, you should be careful out here. Talk of monsters about."

 "O-Oh dear...L-Like what ones?" She askes, tilting her head.

 "While I haven't got concrete evidence. I'd say vampires" He says, looking at her directly, not commenting in the blood staining her dress yet

 "O-Oh my.. Well, You can't prove it if you don't have evidence so it couldn't be vampires unless you're really sure." She laughs nervously.

 "Well, most of the victims had been bitten, but not in the sense they were mauled by something" He says,

 "Ah.." She stands up suddenly "W-well, how dreadful." She quickly moves past Dimitri. 

 "Say, ma'am" He says, stopping her before she fully leaves

*wassuppp*

Theren is cleaning his wounds

Phoenix is starting the jeep.

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 (Vampire thing for Dimitri)

The young woman sat alone in the cemetery, surrounded by the silent and eerie atmosphere. Her white-blonde Marylin Monroe-style bob swayed gently in the cool breeze as her eyes remained fixed on the grave ahead of her. She wore a long, flowing white dress that almost looked like an elegant evening gown, but it was now stained crimson from blood. Her pale, slender fingers traced the name on the grave with a delicate touch, lost in thought and emotion.

(Others)

Edwin sits on a wooden bench outside the rustic tavern, positioned to observe the vast expanse of the sky above. The wind playfully ruffles his hair as he raises a hand to shield his gaze from the bright sun, causing shadows to dance across his face. His sword rests beside him, secure in its scabbard, the gleaming metal hilt contrasting against the weathered wood of the bench.

Paemava stands in the bustling market square, her white silks a stark contrast against the colorful stalls and busy crowds. The copper bells on her wrists and ankles jingle softly with each step she takes. Using her mastery of illusion magic, she weaves a tale of a valiant hero on a dangerous quest to rescue a group of helpless children from the clutches of a fearsome demon. With every gesture and intonation, Paemava brings the story to life, drawing in a captivated audience and transporting them to another world.

 "Nice night out, eh?" Dimitri says, hands stuffed into his trench coat pockets, having somehow walked up to the grave silently despite his massive figure

 She jumps a bit "Oh- Oh yes I suppose." She nodded.

 "You know though, you should be careful out here. Talk of monsters about."

 "O-Oh dear...L-Like what ones?" She askes, tilting her head.

 "While I haven't got concrete evidence. I'd say vampires" He says, looking at her directly, not commenting in the blood staining her dress yet

 "O-Oh my.. Well, You can't prove it if you don't have evidence so it couldn't be vampires unless you're really sure." She laughs nervously.

 "Well, most of the victims had been bitten, but not in the sense they were mauled by something" He says,

 "Ah.." She stands up suddenly "W-well, how dreadful." She quickly moves past Dimitri. 

 "Say, ma'am" He says, stopping her before she fully leaves

 She visibly almost jumps off the ground. "Y-Yes?"

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 (Vampire thing for Dimitri)

The young woman sat alone in the cemetery, surrounded by the silent and eerie atmosphere. Her white-blonde Marylin Monroe-style bob swayed gently in the cool breeze as her eyes remained fixed on the grave ahead of her. She wore a long, flowing white dress that almost looked like an elegant evening gown, but it was now stained crimson from blood. Her pale, slender fingers traced the name on the grave with a delicate touch, lost in thought and emotion.

(Others)

Edwin sits on a wooden bench outside the rustic tavern, positioned to observe the vast expanse of the sky above. The wind playfully ruffles his hair as he raises a hand to shield his gaze from the bright sun, causing shadows to dance across his face. His sword rests beside him, secure in its scabbard, the gleaming metal hilt contrasting against the weathered wood of the bench.

Paemava stands in the bustling market square, her white silks a stark contrast against the colorful stalls and busy crowds. The copper bells on her wrists and ankles jingle softly with each step she takes. Using her mastery of illusion magic, she weaves a tale of a valiant hero on a dangerous quest to rescue a group of helpless children from the clutches of a fearsome demon. With every gesture and intonation, Paemava brings the story to life, drawing in a captivated audience and transporting them to another world.

 "Nice night out, eh?" Dimitri says, hands stuffed into his trench coat pockets, having somehow walked up to the grave silently despite his massive figure

 She jumps a bit "Oh- Oh yes I suppose." She nodded.

 "You know though, you should be careful out here. Talk of monsters about."

 "O-Oh dear...L-Like what ones?" She askes, tilting her head.

 "While I haven't got concrete evidence. I'd say vampires" He says, looking at her directly, not commenting in the blood staining her dress yet

 "O-Oh my.. Well, You can't prove it if you don't have evidence so it couldn't be vampires unless you're really sure." She laughs nervously.

 "Well, most of the victims had been bitten, but not in the sense they were mauled by something" He says,

 "Ah.." She stands up suddenly "W-well, how dreadful." She quickly moves past Dimitri. 

 "Say, ma'am" He says, stopping her before she fully leaves

 She visibly almost jumps off the ground. "Y-Yes?"

 "You have an awful lot of blood on you, we're you attacked perhaps?"

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*wassuppp*

Theren is cleaning his wounds

Phoenix is starting the jeep.

 *I ACTUALLY HAVE A SMALL INTERACTION WITH PHOENIX THAT I THINK YOU MIGHT LIKE.*

Out in the woods, there is the sound of struggle. A gun is fired and seems to disturb the leaves in the trees.

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*wassuppp*

Theren is cleaning his wounds

Phoenix is starting the jeep.

 *I ACTUALLY HAVE A SMALL INTERACTION WITH PHOENIX THAT I THINK YOU MIGHT LIKE.*

 

Out in the woods, there is the sound of struggle. A gun is fired and seems to disturb the leaves in the trees.

 *betttt, also if u have time can u check the pm please?*

Phoenix rushes over, cursing as he pulls out a shotgun