Burn the Bitches

A Half-Dozen People Think You Mad:

"I'm looking for a witch, was told she was spotted around here recently. Have you heard any news?"

Gretel trudged along side her brother, keeping her head down to shield her skin from the cold. Though the huntress despised this weather she suffered in silence, knowing complaining would only grant extra teasing from Hansel. She hugged her arms around herself, tucking them into her jacket in a nearly useless attempt to avoid frostbite.

Looking out over the frozen landscape, he scanned the direction he was heading. All that he could see was what were most likely fields covered in snow, bare trees along with some pine, and then just mountain after mountain. The sun had even been blocked by the clouds, no luck warming up by the sun’s rays. Making a fire was out of the question since the time of day was a sloppy guess in this cloud coverage and how much longer till they found the town was a mystery. All the trails has been snowed over and all they were going on were the directions to keep true North and they should run into something then. He hatted those kinds of directions.

Gretel let out a grateful groan, wrapping one arm around his waist, holding him close to her to warm up. She felt a little bad, Hansel was always taking care of her, ever since they were kids. She was always just ‘The Little Sister’. Gretel pressed closer to him, now feeling thankful that she was smaller than her brother. Both fit under his coat easily even as they began to wobble across the ice. 

Things were going well. The ice was holding and now that they were sharing body heat, instead of trying to maintain their own, the cold was not tolerable. There was only one downfall to the fact of being stuck so close to Gretel and that was mostly the winds fault that he got struck in the face with her hair. He even grunted with surprise when he got slapped across the face with it but he shook it off and continued across the ice like nothing happened. After all they were both tired from all the walking and pissed off since the cold was getting on their nerves.

 OOC: Great. Now I have to go out in 20 degree weather to collect dead hobos. Just what I wanted to do with my evening. >.>  

 OOC: Great. Now I have to go out in 20 degree weather to collect dead hobos. Just what I wanted to do with my evening. >.>  

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OOC: He is a great sleeping pal. Like a portable wool blanket for the winter. Just store him in your closet or bed. Demon sheep eat human flesh and since he is a demon you might need to quit your job and stalk up on dead hobos. 

Gretel trudged along side her brother, keeping her head down to shield her skin from the cold. Though the huntress despised this weather she suffered in silence, knowing complaining would only grant extra teasing from Hansel. She hugged her arms around herself, tucking them into her jacket in a nearly useless attempt to avoid frostbite.

Looking out over the frozen landscape, he scanned the direction he was heading. All that he could see was what were most likely fields covered in snow, bare trees along with some pine, and then just mountain after mountain. The sun had even been blocked by the clouds, no luck warming up by the sun's rays. Making a fire was out of the question since the time of day was a sloppy guess in this cloud coverage and how much longer till they found the town was a mystery. All the trails has been snowed over and all they were going on were the directions to keep true North and they should run into something then. He hatted those kinds of directions.

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Family Businesses

Hansel looked the girl over, a habit from all the years of hunting, before giving her a nod. "Hi. Name's Hansel." he said as he crossed his arms. "Haven't heard of any witch's near by have you?"

  — “You don’t say? I reckon you are good at hunting them?” 

"I am. Me and my sister are the best witch hunters out there- fuck."

1 entered his ship

—- May I ask what the hell you are doing on my ship?

"Fuck if I know. Was hunting a witch a minute ago now I'm on a damn ship."