#demonkingofnewark

The witch watches the dealing from afar, from the other side of the bridge. A grin, a handshake, a black enveloping force, and the other man is no more. Sheep had seen which way the aether had traveled, his curiosity told him to follow it. Sheep listened.

He found himself in front of the door of a run down place, far away from the city. Attempting to open the door, he jingles the lock to only see it’s locked. He takes a look around, eyes looking at the fault around the building - with a quick glance he sees the runes. It comes natural to him. A portal. To where?

Don't disrespect me and my Hawaiian Shirts in December look like this.

@cdwalker @demonkingofnewark

[Sheep snaps back into the current Material Plane, and stares at the scaled being he recognizes as Charlie. He doesn’t know him that well, but he’s at the very least familiar. So he lived here, too. Although, he’s doubtful Charlie would recognize his face with the ram mask over his head.]

Yes, that’s me. You look like a mess. [He states the obvious, tilting his head, fingers drumming his staff.] Worth’s here in the clinic, I’ve been called for assistance. [There’s a head tilt.]

Probably don’t put that shit on loan, ’s my guess.

She’s having a pretty good time on the floor of her room, scribbling into one of the many coloring books that she received from Conrad. It’s raining outside, so she can’t play at the moment. She hums happily, head tilting from side to side enjoying a little tune.

Her attention is caught when she stares up a creature of white, it’s humanoid body covered in nothing but eyes. She blinks up and stares at it’s long and spindly claws, and glances back up at the head of the creature. She gleams.

“Hewwo Mister!”

The creature squats down to meet her eyes, and the voice comes out is nothing she’s ever heard before - she can’t quite describe it accurately but it reminds her of whispers and the noises she’s heard from the basement.

“What are you?”

“Oh, I’m Ana! What are you?”

The creature doesn’t answer but simply blinks at her. Ana tilts her head, she’s confused.

send me ‘☏’ for a voicemail my muse would leave yours.

BEEP!

send me ‘☏’ for a voicemail my muse would leave yours.

BEEP!

“I were jus’ thinkin’ ‘bout wut ya said yesterday an’ m’pretty sure that I got this shit figured out. Lissen to this. Ya lissenin’?

Books like Pride an’ Prejudice were basically th’ Jerry Springer of their times.