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[longlegs]

You mean other than the contract? [ Irony in her voice now. (There's her family, friends — Great Dane, Wolf Spider, and so on...) Someone's coping. ] I dunno, at this point so much crazy shit has happened that I wouldn't be surprised if it's a not-Raíz also playing around, except this time we're the toys.

[ A deep sigh. ]

At least you're here.

[masticated]

Same toys different circus. I think you know that we've always been the toys.

[but saber is already latching on to cellar considering that his company is comforting.]

I'll always be here for you.

[longlegs]

I prefer to think of us as... weapons! Makes us seem cooler.

[ And they will continue to be weapons throughout the month, kicking zombie ass. ]

Thanks, Saber. [ A pause. ] You're sure the drug-thing is okay?

[masticated]

Ah-huh, weapons like us are toys for things like Raíz.

[doesn't stop them from being nearly unstoppable forces though.]

No, but I don't care. We're against zombie fuckasses and I'm not facin' them empty handed.

[longlegs]

... Point.

[ Not how she would've made the case, but. Point nonetheless. She wasn't going to need a whole lot of convincing, but in Great's absence, she's looking to Saber to be her guide into Probably Dangerous Ideas. Which is a dangerous idea in itself. #thatsirony ]

Ugh, I hate zombies. I'll take the ... what was it called? Temp V or whatever.

[masticated]

[alert, chipper:]

Good! I can dose you up.

🎀

[longlegs]

Yes, please. [ Sigh! She wants her shadows baaaack. ] See you in a bit.