you must burn brighter than ever
Surprised that the whole stupid thing was working, she chanced half a glance to look back at Astaroth with a blatant shrug, before resuming her newfound character. Before long she had multiple arms offered, and she pretended to hobble, limp, and gimp upon the cobblestoned road. Once she was safely ensconced on the other side and granting thanks to many a traveler, she utilized her staff to slowly traverse towards a bench, where she could slowly sit down and stare at the older man.
Who seemed very…annoyed?
Good. She didn’t grin from behind the cloak, but it was readily apparent in her eyes. Seconds later, she adopted the elderly individual’s grim, stony fixtures, trying to mold her features into something similar. Not wanting to leave the Butcher out, she waved him over with a quaky, put-upon voice to fit the caricature. “Oh, come over here sonny. You look like you’ve got a story or two to tell.”
Who seemed very…annoyed?
Good. She didn’t grin from behind the cloak, but it was readily apparent in her eyes. Seconds later, she adopted the elderly individual’s grim, stony fixtures, trying to mold her features into something similar. Not wanting to leave the Butcher out, she waved him over with a quaky, put-upon voice to fit the caricature. “Oh, come over here sonny. You look like you’ve got a story or two to tell.”
Melita
