[ When you awaken -- to some, it may be a familiar sight. It’s the inside of Baritones’ dorm; the low-lit jazz club, the table with the bar stools, the posters on the walls … The main, notable exception to this is there seems to be a bit of a gardening issue.
A lot of one, actually. There’s a sense of decay throughout the whole place; it’s covered in dust, the posters creeping of the walls, and there’s a stench of rotty earthiness. It’s similar to what one might smell just before rain, but there’s a sickly-sweetness to it that’s foul to breathe in. There’s cracks in the floors, in the walls, too -- and through the cracks, greenery is sprouting. Specifically, wild oats are coming out of the woodwork, quite literally, and seem to be overtaking the entire dorm itself.
You’re also incredibly, overwhelmingly hungry. Utterly ravenous. And it’s not the urge for just any food, but something raw, something meaty. The oats don’t look all too appealing, nor do the musty drinks lining the bar shelves. You must eat. You must devour.
From here, you can go a few directions. The balcony, training room, reception area, and onsen, and movie theater are barred up. However -- there’s still the kitchen, the wilderness bar, and the kidnapping tower. They’re not labelled, though, so if you’re not familiar with Baritones dorms .. well, good luck!!
There’s also a hallway that leads to rooms -- though if one steps through it to count, there’s more rooms than there are current members of Baritones. They’re all boarded shut with planks and chains, however, and about the same level of decay as the rest of the dorms; as if they haven’t been opened in months.
One of the doors is especially boarded, from ground to the top of the door sill, with multiple layers of wood and chain. You’ll need something pretty heavy duty to break through those. The doors themselves look uniform otherwise, but underneath one of them even more of those wild oats are leaking from the seams, as if it’s full to bursting.
... [ she crinkles her nose at the sight of the dorm, having recognized it after a couple of moments despite the floral growth taking a stranglehold on it. she still hates plants&flowers, but perhaps not to the degree she had once upon a time. ] ...the fuck happened here? [ murmured to herself as she meanders around the common room. ]
[ she’s not familiar with the entire layout of baritones, but she does know a couple things, so she’ll be heading to the kitchen first and foremost. the hunger she’s feeling is, unfortunately, familiar, and if this is bit, then surely there’s a fresh supply of body parts hanging around that she can quell this damn feeling with. ]
[Levity isn't too certain why he's in the Baritones dorm - did he... come for a visit? But the place is a mess, and that's strange. Cosmo wouldn't let it get so messy, he's sure of it...
On an impulse, he reaches out to the bar counter to try and wipe off the dust. There's a LOT of it. Do they even have like, rags in the bar? Levity searches for any cleaning products for a while before giving up, the hunger all too distracting. He squats down by one of the cracks in the floor, breaks off a stalk of oats, picks off and shells the seeds one by one, chewing on them thoughtfully. But it's a distraction at best and makes the hunger worse at worst.
With a sigh, Levity straightens up and heads off to the kitchen. He remembers Cosmo making him sandwiches there. Surely there must be something still?]
[ and let's just go with this happens before the both of them head off to the kitchen. she wafts a brow as soon as she notices that he's shelling the oats, because she can't imagine that tastes good... at least right now. maybe normally, but seeing his futile attempt to curb his own hunger only makes hers that much worse. ]
Levity. Hey. [ sliiiiding on over to him she smiles, eyes raking over him, because, ok, she might be considering taking an itty bitty bite, though she's not just going to outright ask. ]
[ There's rags at the bar, but not a lot compared to how much dust and general cleaning needs to be done! When he chews on the oats -- the hunger he's feeling only intensifies; they're not really filling at all if he tries to swallow them. Good job Levity.
He can go to the kitchen whenever he's ready (with Dva if he wants!) ]
[covering her mouth, easily placing the hunger, before pushing it down and checking out the boarded door. fingers running over the chains and wood and flourishing oats]
[Wowee, as Angel says. Levity slowly comes to his consciousness, staring at the cracked ceiling above him. The more impulsive part of his mind demands to rush straight back into the bar and confront the man he saw, but the rest of Levity is busy thinking about the fact that he died, yet seems to be back. Slowly, he raises a hand to his chest, where the sword had pierced him--then shudders, fingers curling tightly. That was, in fact, horrible in several ways - and one of them is the way his mind suddenly feels trapped in a living body. It feels strange and alien and wrong, for a time.
He stays there like that for a while, trying to calm down, then eventually gets up and looks around. Good thing he might actually be able to get answers from another part of Absinthe's psyche.
Levity is gonna search for some manner of portable lighting: candles, lanterns, lamps, what have you, the basement gives him DEPRESSION. Even some matches will do. After he finds something (or if he can't find anything), he'll dip into the kitchen to get an unidentifiable piece of Luci in a ziploc bag, from one of the piles probably. Definitely not carved-on-the-spot Luci because symbolism or not Levity doesn't have the nerve to watch that.
With the offerings gathered, he's off to the kidnapping tower again! He's a good friend, he brings snacks.]
[ There will be matches in the bar part of the central area, at the very least! For making some fancier drinks. So he can go back to the kidnapping tower equipped with those. ]
[Those passing through the central area can also run into Levity trying to clean the place up! He's not touching the oats because renovation isn't really within the scope of his abilities but he can at least like, sweep up most of the dust on the floor and wipe most surfaces, though it's gonna take him A While. But he's trying, which is the main thing!
This is what they mean by 'removing corruption' right. Anyway this is your chance to talk to him inbetween either of you running off to get stabbed or tortured or whatever other excitement Absinthe heart provides.]
[ and she has finished up in the kidnapping tower and is just passing through! she's missing a chunk of herself here / there and there's pink blood oozing out of a couple of fresh looking wounds. her tentacles are also out, so hm! ]
Levity! [ don't mind the bleeding, everything's fine here. ]
[ In the cruelest twist of fate in the world, there’s no actual bar there! In fact, it’s actually something a bit more picturesque. A wide open field of flowers spreads itself before you. It’s not the overwhelmingness of the wild oats that had been creeping through the doors, too. Instead as far as the eye can see, Star of Bethlehem flowers are growing tall and healthy. If you look behind yourself, the door you used to get in has disappeared.
There’s also a woman sitting on her knees in the field of flowers, hands clenched together as if in prayer. For anyone familiar with Glacies in Imeeji -- there’s an uncanny resemblance there!
When she hears you “enter” she turns, and smiles at you. ]
Come. It’s been some time since last we spoke, hasn’t it?
[threesome???? by which i mean dicebot says its bar time. I'm handwaving that Levity managed to eat little a Lucifel, as a treat, somehow. He's doing his best.
Anyway! Bar time, by which I mean, flower field time. This isn't what Levity was expecting out of Absinthe heart, and it does remind him of the Heaven field a little, but... it's more real. More alive, in a sense.
Levity gives Aera a politely confused look, but approaches nonetheless. Surely this isn't a part of Absinthe that would want to hurt him?]
Ah... possibly. Though I confess, it might not have been you I've spoken to...
[He's going to come sit down next to her. Judging by the beauty of the scenery and the woman's soft smile, Levity would wager she has some connection to Absinthe without his memories - after all, that was the part of him Levity hasn't spoken to in a while, with how much the man seems to distance himself from it.]
[ When you open the door, wild oats spill out and create miniature flood in the hallway. If you don’t take a step back you’re likely to get tripped up by it. The growth was so intense it created a pressure on the door that burst forth when it was opened.
Inside… well, it’s worse than the rest of the dorms, unsurprisingly. There may have been a normal bedroom here, once, but the wild oats have grown through the floors, the walls, and even the furniture. The murphy bed is completely split in half, wild oats growing in the wood and the sheets. There’s a small table to the side of the bed, books on the floor, all of which are filled with the petals of the wild oat flowers. A chess set is scattered across the floor.
There does seem to be a concentration of the wild oats here, though.. There’s one very large stem growing out a (closed) closet), if you investigate. ]
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[The funny thing is he probably doesn't know this is Absinthe's room. He can wager a guess but he doesn't know.
Levity is very polite about breaking in, though! He pries out the nails in the boards neatly, dropping them in his pocket - because it's a good idea to walk around with a pocketful of nails, - and stacks the freed boards by the door carefully. The chains, too, he tries to snip in the most careful way possible, so that they may be done back up later. Look, it's Absinthe's home(?), no need to leave a mess!
The oat flood does take him by surprise a little, though, and Levity does almost trip up, only barely managing to avoid it by hanging onto the door. Clearly this means the room is the source of the infestation, though!
But, hmmm, the devastation inside isn't very encouraging - and there's no one that Levity can see, even as he looks around. He crouches down by the scattered chess pieces, picking them up to at least put them in a neat little pile. Doesn't seem like he can do much else about the mess, though.]
Absinthe?
[He calls out to the air. Maybe he's here in spirit, or something...
If there is no answer, though, Levity does make his way to the closet. That huge stem is pretty obvious, after all. Can he open the closet doors? And hopefully try to step back, in case he gets More Grass on him.]
[ The kitchen is busy, busy, busy! It doesn’t look like Baritones’ kitchen at all for those familiar. Instead it looks more like … a meat processing facility. With one employee, a stem of wild oats tucked behind one of his ears, who turns to smile brightly at you as you enter. Almost too brightly considering what he’s in the midst of. He has a bonesaw in the middle of chopping off one of his own hands. ]
I didn’t hear you enter!
[ it looks like heart-Lucifel has been busy busy! The room is chilled, fridge-like in temperature, for a clear reason. Laid out over stainless steel tables and counters are neatly packed organs, limbs, and other … miscellaneous chunks of meat. They’re all labelled too, just in case they’re not identifiable by sight. On one of the walls there’s an industrial-sized freezer door, sealed tight at the moment. The tile on the ground is covered in blood, both fresh and new. Here, too, the wild oats are growing -- but not nearly to the same level as the main area of the dorm, little sprouts here and there. ]
Mm, if I know we were having visitors I would have cleaned up …
[ The heart-Lucifel seems almost sheepish, finishing up with the chop and neatly dumping that hand in a ziploc bag. ]
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[ as soon as she enters she opens her mouth and closes her mouth. so this sure is a sight, and one that reminds her of the house. she didn't know that lucifel and absinthe had some sort of a thing, but she's kind of not... surprised... maybe... he did help her with a myriad of "special" requests, though this is taking special to a whole new place. ]
No need. Blood doesn't bother me and neither does this. [ she makes a motion to the messy countertops. ] But there is something you could do for me...
[ she holds a hand out. ] I want that [ and her stomach rumbles. fuck. ] saw. [ CLEARS HER THROAT. ] Hand it over.
[Well, Levity's reaction is pretty much opposite to that of D.Va's. He makes a terrified choked sound, stepping back, eyes wide in shock and hands pressed over his mouth. He feels sick at the scene--and what makes it worse is that the smell of blood, not usually a pleasant one to him, only makes the hunger all the worse. Being ravenous and wanting to throw up at the same time is not the most fun feeling.]
W... What are you doing!?
[Though he doesn't want to look or dwell on it - really, he would much rather be anywhere else at all right now, - Levity's eyes keep getting drawn to the bonesaw, a part of his mind screaming that that is not an instrument for quick and painless amputation. The implications of that only make him panic more, his breath growing ragged, hunger rising again as he's forced to breathe in more and more of the smell.]
[ This is also not very like the actual kidnapping tower in Baritones. Anyone who’s been to the House of Mirth would recognize the dungeon, but for those who haven’t …
It's dark down here, in the dungeon, and the wall sconces are unlit; the only light source is from the hallway. In the dim light, though, you can see a handful of barred cells against one stone wall with fixtures for manacles. There's a drain set into the floor, in the middle, around which the floor is stained a darker color and is… sticky? The air is cold, and stale.
Against the wall next to the door is a set of shelves and some hanging hooks, as well as two simple wooden chairs, one of which looks like it's seen better days. Someone's left a jacket on one of the hooks. The shelves contain mostly ordinary household tools—a pair of scissors, a hammer, some pliers, a coil of rope.
There's more tools here than in the House, however. Chain cutters, and a crowbar. The plants are here too -- it’s a mixture this time, both of the Star of Bethlehem and wild oat sprouts, crawling over the walls, winding around the bars of your cell like ivy. The door shuts behind you and you’re trapped in here.
A silhouette approaches the bars of the cell. It’s dimly lit, but as they approach you can see an elongated goat skull appearing from the darkness. The rest of their body is in dark robes. ]
Well well. What do we have here?
[ For anyone who may have seen a certain broadcast, it’s familiar. But the voice isn’t warped at all this time; it’s clearly Absinthe. ]
[literally fucking nowhere about this place is good levity hates everything about this. He spins around when the door slams shut, his heart thundering in his ears - and a part of him wonders how in the world he's still conscious, given the sheer amount of stress he's been experiencing in the last half an hour. Just being stuck down here is apparently not enough, too, and Levity tenses, trying to back away from the approaching figure--
--until they speak. A certain amount of tension leaves him for a moment - thank the heavens, it's Absinthe, now they can figure out what the hell is going on and why, because this is definitely way beyond what counts as "being difficult" by anyone's metric. But at the same time... what's with the question? Absinthe knows who he is. Levity swallows nervously, keeping his eyes on the figure.]
W-Well... A number of cells, some rather worn furniture, various tools. And you left your jacket there. Absinthe, what's going on?
[haha! jokes! jokes to distract himself from a creeping thought that Shit Might Be Fucked]
[ oh, it’s familiar alright. hss had the pleasure of starting in the dungeon. she’s still got the bonesaw with her, and she counts her blessings as she realizes she’s trapped. ]
... [ but she just stands there as the figure approaches, acting as though none of this is effecting her, but oh. OH! he used her to get to hurricane. ]
Absinthe, why don’t you take off that ridiculous mask?
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A lot of one, actually. There’s a sense of decay throughout the whole place; it’s covered in dust, the posters creeping of the walls, and there’s a stench of rotty earthiness. It’s similar to what one might smell just before rain, but there’s a sickly-sweetness to it that’s foul to breathe in. There’s cracks in the floors, in the walls, too -- and through the cracks, greenery is sprouting. Specifically, wild oats are coming out of the woodwork, quite literally, and seem to be overtaking the entire dorm itself.
You’re also incredibly, overwhelmingly hungry. Utterly ravenous. And it’s not the urge for just any food, but something raw, something meaty. The oats don’t look all too appealing, nor do the musty drinks lining the bar shelves. You must eat. You must devour.
From here, you can go a few directions. The balcony, training room, reception area, and onsen, and movie theater are barred up. However -- there’s still the kitchen, the wilderness bar, and the kidnapping tower. They’re not labelled, though, so if you’re not familiar with Baritones dorms .. well, good luck!!
There’s also a hallway that leads to rooms -- though if one steps through it to count, there’s more rooms than there are current members of Baritones. They’re all boarded shut with planks and chains, however, and about the same level of decay as the rest of the dorms; as if they haven’t been opened in months.
One of the doors is especially boarded, from ground to the top of the door sill, with multiple layers of wood and chain. You’ll need something pretty heavy duty to break through those. The doors themselves look uniform otherwise, but underneath one of them even more of those wild oats are leaking from the seams, as if it’s full to bursting.
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[ she’s not familiar with the entire layout of baritones, but she does know a couple things, so she’ll be heading to the kitchen first and foremost. the hunger she’s feeling is, unfortunately, familiar, and if this is bit, then surely there’s a fresh supply of body parts hanging around that she can quell this damn feeling with. ]
[ to the kitchen!!! ]
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On an impulse, he reaches out to the bar counter to try and wipe off the dust. There's a LOT of it. Do they even have like, rags in the bar? Levity searches for any cleaning products for a while before giving up, the hunger all too distracting. He squats down by one of the cracks in the floor, breaks off a stalk of oats, picks off and shells the seeds one by one, chewing on them thoughtfully. But it's a distraction at best and makes the hunger worse at worst.
With a sigh, Levity straightens up and heads off to the kitchen. He remembers Cosmo making him sandwiches there. Surely there must be something still?]
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Levity. Hey. [ sliiiiding on over to him she smiles, eyes raking over him, because, ok, she might be considering taking an itty bitty bite, though she's not just going to outright ask. ]
[ she's fine. she's got this under control. ]
[ for now. ]
Do you know what happened here?
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He can go to the kitchen whenever he's ready (with Dva if he wants!) ]
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He stays there like that for a while, trying to calm down, then eventually gets up and looks around. Good thing he might actually be able to get answers from another part of Absinthe's psyche.
Levity is gonna search for some manner of portable lighting: candles, lanterns, lamps, what have you, the basement gives him DEPRESSION. Even some matches will do. After he finds something (or if he can't find anything), he'll dip into the kitchen to get an unidentifiable piece of Luci in a ziploc bag, from one of the piles probably. Definitely not carved-on-the-spot Luci because symbolism or not Levity doesn't have the nerve to watch that.
With the offerings gathered, he's off to the kidnapping tower again! He's a good friend, he brings snacks.]
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This is what they mean by 'removing corruption' right. Anyway this is your chance to talk to him inbetween either of you running off to get stabbed or tortured or whatever other excitement Absinthe heart provides.]
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Levity! [ don't mind the bleeding, everything's fine here. ]
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There’s also a woman sitting on her knees in the field of flowers, hands clenched together as if in prayer. For anyone familiar with Glacies in Imeeji -- there’s an uncanny resemblance there!
When she hears you “enter” she turns, and smiles at you. ]
Come. It’s been some time since last we spoke, hasn’t it?
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Anyway! Bar time, by which I mean, flower field time. This isn't what Levity was expecting out of Absinthe heart, and it does remind him of the Heaven field a little, but... it's more real. More alive, in a sense.
Levity gives Aera a politely confused look, but approaches nonetheless. Surely this isn't a part of Absinthe that would want to hurt him?]
Ah... possibly. Though I confess, it might not have been you I've spoken to...
[He's going to come sit down next to her. Judging by the beauty of the scenery and the woman's soft smile, Levity would wager she has some connection to Absinthe without his memories - after all, that was the part of him Levity hasn't spoken to in a while, with how much the man seems to distance himself from it.]
It's... beautiful here.
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Aera smiles, warm, and leans into him as he sits beside her. As if they're already familiar -- as if they don't need any introduction at all. ]
It is, isn't it? If only this could last.
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Inside… well, it’s worse than the rest of the dorms, unsurprisingly. There may have been a normal bedroom here, once, but the wild oats have grown through the floors, the walls, and even the furniture. The murphy bed is completely split in half, wild oats growing in the wood and the sheets. There’s a small table to the side of the bed, books on the floor, all of which are filled with the petals of the wild oat flowers. A chess set is scattered across the floor.
There does seem to be a concentration of the wild oats here, though.. There’s one very large stem growing out a (closed) closet), if you investigate. ]
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Levity is very polite about breaking in, though! He pries out the nails in the boards neatly, dropping them in his pocket - because it's a good idea to walk around with a pocketful of nails, - and stacks the freed boards by the door carefully. The chains, too, he tries to snip in the most careful way possible, so that they may be done back up later. Look, it's Absinthe's home(?), no need to leave a mess!
The oat flood does take him by surprise a little, though, and Levity does almost trip up, only barely managing to avoid it by hanging onto the door. Clearly this means the room is the source of the infestation, though!
But, hmmm, the devastation inside isn't very encouraging - and there's no one that Levity can see, even as he looks around. He crouches down by the scattered chess pieces, picking them up to at least put them in a neat little pile. Doesn't seem like he can do much else about the mess, though.]
Absinthe?
[He calls out to the air. Maybe he's here in spirit, or something...
If there is no answer, though, Levity does make his way to the closet. That huge stem is pretty obvious, after all. Can he open the closet doors? And hopefully try to step back, in case he gets More Grass on him.]
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I didn’t hear you enter!
[ it looks like heart-Lucifel has been busy busy! The room is chilled, fridge-like in temperature, for a clear reason. Laid out over stainless steel tables and counters are neatly packed organs, limbs, and other … miscellaneous chunks of meat. They’re all labelled too, just in case they’re not identifiable by sight. On one of the walls there’s an industrial-sized freezer door, sealed tight at the moment. The tile on the ground is covered in blood, both fresh and new. Here, too, the wild oats are growing -- but not nearly to the same level as the main area of the dorm, little sprouts here and there. ]
Mm, if I know we were having visitors I would have cleaned up …
[ The heart-Lucifel seems almost sheepish, finishing up with the chop and neatly dumping that hand in a ziploc bag. ]
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No need. Blood doesn't bother me and neither does this. [ she makes a motion to the messy countertops. ] But there is something you could do for me...
[ she holds a hand out. ] I want that [ and her stomach rumbles. fuck. ] saw. [ CLEARS HER THROAT. ] Hand it over.
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W... What are you doing!?
[Though he doesn't want to look or dwell on it - really, he would much rather be anywhere else at all right now, - Levity's eyes keep getting drawn to the bonesaw, a part of his mind screaming that that is not an instrument for quick and painless amputation. The implications of that only make him panic more, his breath growing ragged, hunger rising again as he's forced to breathe in more and more of the smell.]
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KIDNAPPING TOWER
It's dark down here, in the dungeon, and the wall sconces are unlit; the only light source is from the hallway. In the dim light, though, you can see a handful of barred cells against one stone wall with fixtures for manacles. There's a drain set into the floor, in the middle, around which the floor is stained a darker color and is… sticky? The air is cold, and stale.
Against the wall next to the door is a set of shelves and some hanging hooks, as well as two simple wooden chairs, one of which looks like it's seen better days. Someone's left a jacket on one of the hooks. The shelves contain mostly ordinary household tools—a pair of scissors, a hammer, some pliers, a coil of rope.
There's more tools here than in the House, however. Chain cutters, and a crowbar. The plants are here too -- it’s a mixture this time, both of the Star of Bethlehem and wild oat sprouts, crawling over the walls, winding around the bars of your cell like ivy. The door shuts behind you and you’re trapped in here.
A silhouette approaches the bars of the cell. It’s dimly lit, but as they approach you can see an elongated goat skull appearing from the darkness. The rest of their body is in dark robes. ]
Well well. What do we have here?
[ For anyone who may have seen a certain broadcast, it’s familiar. But the voice isn’t warped at all this time; it’s clearly Absinthe. ]
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--until they speak. A certain amount of tension leaves him for a moment - thank the heavens, it's Absinthe, now they can figure out what the hell is going on and why, because this is definitely way beyond what counts as "being difficult" by anyone's metric. But at the same time... what's with the question? Absinthe knows who he is. Levity swallows nervously, keeping his eyes on the figure.]
W-Well... A number of cells, some rather worn furniture, various tools. And you left your jacket there. Absinthe, what's going on?
[haha! jokes! jokes to distract himself from a creeping thought that Shit Might Be Fucked]
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Absinthe?
[Levity calls out as he steps into the dungeon again. Where's his torturer buddy]
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... [ but she just stands there as the figure approaches, acting as though none of this is effecting her, but oh. OH! he used her to get to hurricane. ]
Absinthe, why don’t you take off that ridiculous mask?
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