#impishwraith

( I bring you one noodle that's actually just salt in disguise ) " Sadly, that book does not help " Surprise, fello noodle ghost is here and judging on reading materials

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How the hell did- ... He’s not even going to question it.

“Well now- I didn’t expect to see a duplicate- ever.” The shadow closed the book in question, dropping it into the overly-large pile of pillows he was laying on. Why did one child need all these? Who knew. But damn was it comfy.

The forest was so dark, and funnily enough James couldn’t recall how they had got there... and neither could Hannah. James was a short man standing at 5′4″, blond hair and blue eyes, he wore a comfortable jumper and jeans. His child was brunette, same eyes and also wearing a jumper but sporting shorts instead of jeans. She was a meager 3ft.

“Could use some lights to help us see.” James murmured, with that hint his daughter clapped her hands together and when she parted them small orbs flickered to life in her palms and hovered around them to light the way. Sometimes magic truly was convenient... if only he could figure out how to make his own work.

“Where do you think we are Daddy?” Hannah piped up, keeping close to her father while peering around curiously. “Not sure sweetheart, think I saw a sign reading Subcon Forest further up the path. We should find our way out of here soon as possible.” James hummed thoughtfully.

“Nope, mostly robots and a void jerk that won’t leave me alone.”

Something is grumbled under Chamyle’s breath about also being unable to swear here, as well, but that doesn’t last long. She’s more upset that she’d gotten thrown around again and had ended up here. At least this time she knew to stay put and not wander.

“My my, aren’t you a scary looking wacky waving inflatable arm-flailing tubeman.”

Shirby means this as a wholesome, somewhat teasing compliment. At least, that’s what it comes off as with how he said it. He doesn’t say it with any sort of sarcasm to his tone. Though, that in and of itself may come off as righteously sarcastic in and of itself; mainly due to the contents of his sentence.

verse used: it's not magic - it's alchemy! (pre-queen for a day) / unnamed crossover verse

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The young alchemist had.. just been dropped. Into the forest. Completely out of nowhere. Falling roughly onto the ground, he simply layed still for a moment, breathing rapidly as he tried to get over the pain and sudden panic of being thrown somewhere completely out of the blue.

He slowly sat up, noticeably wincing as he did so, and looked around. "Wh..?" He blinked tears from his eyes, trying to register where he was. Definitely not anywhere he'd ever been before. Shaking slightly, he stood, taking a deep breath.

Impmon made its way to Snatcher's home the minion's had pointed out to it. The imp had been getting listless with just taking care of the crops on the plot. And it's not like it could fall into its old habit of stealing books and things for entertainment. Yeah. No. Not going to mess up things by pulling that stunt.

There's also been this weird sort of... build up of sorts in the time the imp has stayed in Subcon. Impmon believed that was due to not being in a proper fight for a good while now. And that was honestly the reason it was heading to see Snatcher; it hoped a fight would help blow off some steam and keep it from getting rusty.