@disasterghaster ▹ continued from x.

"I am beginning to resent the implication that I simply stick whatever body parts into my mouth that I can gather," Alastor replied dully with the smallest roll of his eyes. "I am much more discerning than that."

Another sip of his water was taken before continuing.

"No?" She didn't think so.

Lark looked at her, gave a little slow blink.

Those traps were definitely uninstalled and Worth would have been able to come right up to her purpled-out windows and throw pebbles at them-- except for the fact that he'd gotten a little distracted.

He'd actually been ONE HIS WAY to her house but had seen a weird shifty ripple in the air somewhere past the bus station. Somewhere back in a cove of trees...

And of course he'd just HAD to go check it out.

So even though she didn't immediately text him back, he would end up texting her again in about 15 minutes.

[txt] okay so the next text was supposed to be from your yard hee hee hoo hoo haha real funny i know but i got a little distracted sorry its gonna be a minute

Falcata hadn't actually been aiming for rifting their way directly inside the building, and certainly hadn't meant to enter from a 45 degree angle above the floor, dropping from a few feet to thud flat on the floor like a sack of potatoes. Any other day and they would have caught themself, or at least sprung to their feet within moments, but today every movement felt like an ordeal. Ribs probably re-broken after all this, and that made it hard to breathe right; they were sucking short shallow breaths that barely felt like enough air.

The pain of their ribs completely dulled in comparison to the pain from their left hand though; freshly missing the pinkie and ring finger, they had it held close to their chest and dripping blood absolutely everywhere. Thankfully there are no major arteries in fingers, so the bleeding was already slowing, but one doesn't simply chill when you've had some fingers sliced off.

Falcata slowly dragged themself to their feet from where they'd landed, sword in trembling hand, and glanced back at the rift they'd opened. Didn't have the energy to close it. Everyone can just fucking deal with it until it fades away. Or maybe Vox can close it. Maybe they'll shoot Fal for trespassing in some random floor of the tower and tearing a rift into it and bleeding on the floor. Fine. Whatever.

Falcata sheathed their sword and stumbled their way to the nearest person they could find, obsidian-scaled tail dragging on the ground behind them, and grabbed the person by the shoulder. Falcata's voice came out raspy and quiet. Throat was bruised to shit. "I'm looking for...guy...this tall...dark hair..."

"There's methods of disguise to use. Excuse me if I don't want to be over-share the methods. Wouldn't make it a very good disguise if everyone knows it." She moved her hands with her palms upward. What can you do? Breaking rules requires an amount of secret keeping. Never know who is listening. Or watching.

Still no introduction? Alright! He's not the boss of you! Oh wait, haha, he is. You're in HIS hell.

But he's not here to be a complete buzz-kill. Going ice skating is so incredibly low-level fun shit. They've thrown parties allowing sinners into other rings on occasion, and that's all on HIS shoulders. This could teeeechnically be blamed on somebody else. Just a tiny little breach if anything goes wrong.

Taika had an automatic smile as a greeting when Devang reformed. That was kind, it’d be a tad extra awkward to like…Address the House to speak with her. Or a not-quite-Devang looking being. Although to be fair, Taika had grown up with a shapeshifter, so it wasn’t like she was against a person who doesn’t always look as expected.

But in any case. Taika rubbed her arm and shifted from foot to foot. “Well, it’s Thanksgiving and um. Well first of all, thanks for giving us someplace to be. I made pumpkin pie, if you want a slice? In the kitchen?”