Jester-face vanishes. A horrible cackling sound comes from the roof.
G:“God dammit… is a comic relief going to become a threat? That’s not how it goes, usually…pretty shitty too if they can do whatever they please.” She growled and motionned to one of the other customers to warn the guards.
“Ehehe…”
“I… don’t wanna…”
“My Abi… I want her…”
She grabs onto the reaper, her eyes showing more insanity than the last.
“I will control her, instead of her being the main… ehehe…”
Grea Grabbed the glove, looking at any clues it might give.
A sound comes from the glove. “Better have some glowgrass… How do you think everyone died?”
G:“You realise the fucking job next door has glowgrass, right? Why the hell are you doing this?”
“Ehehe… She won’t come out… for a long time…”
“That man is interesting… Well… Hold on, I’ll be right back!”
Jaze runs to the next door for an antidote.
“…can’t you just go there yourself? Why would we need to bother?” She walked towards it anyways, obviously irritated. Making sure to keep her guard up incase the fool assaulted her from the roof
(It’s not a fool) No one is on the roof.
“Because… you are impure.” The voice becomes much more intimidating.
“Huh. Why would I? Are you sure it’s not a trap?” She let out a quiet cough. “…urgh…”
Grea suddenly feels her hand begin to tingle. “It would be a shame if I grabbed your tail, freak-show. Better hope they have more herbs next door. And possibly tails.”
“You might have been a tragic accident, but if it makes my job easier, it’ll be worth it.”