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[b]”TFW no GF :(”[/b]

[color=888888]— Nuncio[/color][/center]

Not far behind Amaryllis was Nuncio. He was squatting beside his tiger, grooming her with a come. Regardless if you used a whetstone or a brush, it payed to keep your weapons in top shape. 

[b]”’Least we got backup, eh?”[/b] He chuckled. 

Like Amaryllis, he found it interesting that the rave and the warehouse they were going to investigate were so close together. He didn’t think it was awkward though. Awkward implied a certain amount of surprise. The girl in the bunny suit might have felt awkward going to a rave dressed like that. But if that was just her magical girl outfit and she showed up to a rave dressed as herself, then it couldn’t be awkward. Her friends might feel awkward, but she might not.

Penrose is a vortex of shit. A hurricane that draws things into its center and eviscerates them. The eye of the storm was always moving, and it was currently hovering over their location. Nuncio wouldn’t be surprised if beacon was on a nearby building scoping out the place. Might as well throw a few rival factions into the mix. Might as well add a horror. Hell, maybe [i]two[/i] horrors. It was never simple in Penrose.

Sammy was the only reason he hadn’t skipped town yet. He really hoped she was alright. Mint weren’t the generous sort. Keeping a scatterbrained detective like Sammy alive only mattered if they thought she knew something. They were likely interested in making red coins, but the real question was if they felt Sammy could lead them to Binky. Hopefully that question would be answered soon. Sammy kept him up at night. Being the Mint’s plaything wasn’t something he wished on his worst enemy. 

Rossa groaned before laying her head in the snow. She could only take so much pampering. Nuncio was willing to bet swords weren’t this picky.