#ashenwinds

This time, they're a particularly easy target. Jr has sent Humerus up to deal with any delivered tribute while they did some research. Matter of fact, they're just heading towards the archives with a satchel full of ancient tomes when they're yoinked up quite unceremoniously, a little 'eep' coming out of the smaller skeleton as they hold onto the ashen hand. "Chi, you menace-!"

"Aha, I'm sure we've both done terrible things to people. I don't think we need to be hostile to each other, right? Criminal to criminal?"

"The great Warden Chi!" Greymarrow outstretched his arms, grin apparent in his voice. "What a pleasure to meet you face to face." He bowed deeply, jewelry jingling as he did so. As he stood, he kept his formal posture. Any sane person might take this is disingenuous, but that implies any of these Lords are still sane. "What brings you to my humble self?"

“It is a beautiful sight though I will give you that.”

"Speak for yerself. I keep the Underworld orderly"

She barely even waits for the other to stop in front of her before speaking, "If this is about my father, I don't know where he is." It's true enough—her encounters with him are few and far between.

She knows for a fact if Dipper was here, then Dipper would definitely start going on about what kind of creature this one is. "You don't look too scary. You look cool with all those flames!" She exclaims rather enthusiastically.

Dwight's eyes drift upwards painfully slowly, trepidation vibrating his pupils before he finds himself having to crane his neck for a proper look. Now this just wasn't fair . . . how were any of the survivors supposed to even stand a chance against something so massive? The intimidation factor shoots up enormously at the sound of the approaching skeletal pirate's footsteps alone. Now, how on earth was he to get out of this one when he feels paralyzed where he stands?