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[quote=@Duoya][color=a36209]"My name's Ryan Watts. I, uh, work as a Mortician - like, funerals and stuff. I'm pretty stresed right now so that's all I can really think to say right now, but I'll try and answer questiosn if anyone has any."[/color]

[color=a36209]"O-oh, and I'd prefer it if we could cut my eyelashes off instead of pulling them, Riley."[/color]
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[quote=@crouchingbacon][color=fff200]"Funeral home maintenance bills and some kind of big transfer to the Velskaya Corporation. Sounds like you two might know something about this. I found mine too, and Somi's. This King sure did some research before he went after us, didn't he."[/color]
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[sup][b]What are they going on about?
I don't care about any of it.[/b][/sup][/center]

"[b]We have to follow the rules, darling, please don't be so fussy.[/b]" Riley flashed a smile once again, their eyelashes batted at the young mortician - what an interesting occupation he had.

This other voice though was incredibly perceptive, and had enough common sense to take cues from the environment they were in when they made decisions. Riley would have to watch out for them, maybe befriending them, perhaps making an enemy out of them, whatever benefits them in this lovely devil's game. Her eyes opened as they fixated on the two who spoke, her golden sights absorbing every detail of their physicality with expertise - Riley's job title would not be detective like some of the others. No, [u]predator[/u] would suit them quite a deal better, so much so that to those that were perceptive could easily see the signs of someone taking advantage of the situation they now found themselves in.

"[b]But yes, I'm Riley Velskaya, that's my name and if any of you survive this I promise a well-paying lawsuit will follow.[/b]" Their smile beamed innocently, pristine ivories sparkling in the dusty jail cell of an environment they currently occupied. These words were aimed at our detective over here. Speaking of -

"[b]While everyone is shitting bricks and I'm giving cute Mortician boy a makeover. Somebody should start making rounds at a wall, I'm sure with our numbers we could break a hole into one! I don't think Sherlocke Holmes over here is making any progress with his detective work.[/b]" Riley's words turned to venom, seeking to dissuade any interruptions that may interfere them from their fun. What a twisted psyche they had - finding this game fun, nonetheless, Riley continued her adventure through the kitchen until she found the cutlery drawer and revealed it to the mortician.

"[b]So, shall we now begin the game?[/b]" They doted at him, canting their head and pointing the six-inch chef's knife out at the man.