#standonpoint

He stepped in, wringing his hands a bit. ” … I wanted to come here and err. Say sorry about the thing with my pets.”

Especially the undead variation.

Medic sighed and set down the crossword puzzle he was filling in. 

which satan orders people to write 5000 words.))

All she had to do was remember that she was without normality. That she was now technically an 'angel'. With wings. Giant wings that she swear's is a pair of Eagle wings.

So one can understand her nervousness when she thinks of Jane seeing her like this.

And of course he shows up.

It had taken the better part of the morning and early afternoon, but Merasmus had a hearty lunch laid out. Ribs, sausage, grilled corn, baked potatoes, and an apple pie were ready to be eaten. He didn't make TONS, but enough so his guest could eat his fill and take some home. He never got the chance to cook like this, since living alone.

The wizard was nervous, having Soldier back in his house. So much could go wrong. So much.... But the third time was the charm, right? Right. He kept telling himself that, keeping a hand on a pendant in his robe sleeve meant to help keep him calm if things did get chaotic.

He said he would teleport the Soldier, but he figured he should at least warn the other. He opened a portal and poked his head through, looking around for the Mercenary.

I’ll kiss you if you want me to! No problem!