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charlie

Where might one find a pocket-sized priestess on a cold DeepFrost afternoon? Why in the Temple, of course!

Looking for all the world like the walking personification of the art aisle at Michaels at a craft store, Charlie was carrying around several large pieces of sturdy paper, pens of all colours, glitter, pipe cleaners, glue, and creeeeepy paper tissue paper, while her tail held a bag containing several tubes of paint.

Humming under her breath though making no attempts to keep her voice down at all, the blonde sashayed her way through the Temple, making notes about things, until she came to what felt like the center of the Temple itself. All around her were dead or dying flowers, the walls were covered in gaudy images of a bearded man she could only assume was meant to be Vi, and in the centre, the crumbling remnants of what must have been a statue.

Not unlike the way a dog's tail might sag, so too did Charlie's lower, as her shoulders fell from where they'd been bunched joyfully up by her ears.

she's the giggle at a funeral

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

// you knew who I was //

"Chaaaarlie!"

With his mittened hands spread as if he's been looking for the Ancient forever - which isn't untrue, but he'd also known exactly where to go, so... - and his coat open and billowing at the backs of his legs, Danta approaches the centre of the Temple and its pocket-sized priestess with a wide, fanged smile.

The Maverick has had a rough few days, between the hangover, the firing of his ambassador and the utter loss of composure (not that the murder hadn't been incredible at the time), and like any devout Ancient, he knows what's good for him.

He's got to get right with Jesus Dygra.

Tugging off his gloves and shoving them in his pocket, it's with bejewelled fingers that he cups the priestess's cheeks in greeting, before descending to deliver a kiss fully on her mouth.

"I am in dire need of someone with your talents," he tells her solemnly. "Please tell me you'll help."

Dantalion

// with every step that I ran to you //

charlie

Wondering what in all of Caido could have possessed the ancients to allow for the Temple to be used for Vi worship, the ancient glanced around with dismay, spying more and more artifacts related to Vi scattered around.

Turning at the call of her name, Charlie's wilted expression brightens instantly as she sees the Maverick. No sooner does he bend (almost in half) toward her, than she covers his hands with her own (all of the items she's holding crash to the ground) before following up his kiss with a lip-buzzing mmmWAH of her own.

"Of course I'll help!" She chimes, having already (literally) dropped everything. With her tail swaying catlike behind her, the blonde's eyes dropped towards the Maverick's attire, as if half-expecting him to be wearing a corset he needed help getting out of.

"Anything at all. What do you need?"

she's the giggle at a funeral

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!