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[b][u]Los Paraisos: La Macabaret[/b][/u]

"Nooooo!" came a response to Crimson Justice's cries for the Wondergirl.

Trixie shirked from inside the women's restroom, which thankfully was unlocked this time. She continued to scream and scream until someone went to fetch her. And even when the door opened she continued to yell at a toilet. "Noooooo - hey I found a clue in the sink earlier! Look!" Without averting her eyes, she thrust a hand up in the air, holding between her fingers not only a small chalk fragment but some little piece of paper with an animal on it as well. "Last time I checked you don't find this kinda stuff in the girls' restroom. Soooo maybe it's a clue to something! I dunno. But still, [i]noooooo!"[/i]

A closer look into the stall would reveal one of Trixie's uzis lodged deep inside the toilet bowl, submerged in water.

But no that wasn't what Trixie was yelling at. There appeared to be a ton of random [i]bite marks[/i] all over the uzi's grip. Man, now it had someone or something's cooties all over it and was totally unusable.

Ugh! Worst. Day. Ever!

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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Saint Drega's Church[/b][/u]

While Syed read and reread the document, his wife loomed over his shoulder. Arms crossed, foot and fingers tapping. Breathing heavily through her nose. Then he passed both pen and paper in her direction, before backing away with a chuckle. In turn Amy stared at the certificate just as long as the mage had... but wrote nothing. Her body continued to shake even more, though she fought hard to keep her tone of voice leveled - and to not snap the nice pen in her fingers.

"Where do I sign."

"Where it says 'sign here'," Father Tom replied, still maintaining a relatively optimistic tone despite the situation at hand.

Amy exhaled deeply through her nose. A bull ready to ram down everything in its path. "Where the fuck does it say that."

With a sedate smile still crossing his lips, the priest made his way towards the cleric and reached for her hand, intending to softly guide her to the correct box. But that was cut short as Amy ripped herself from his grasp and flared her eyes at him. The ferocity in her glare even extended as far as her own purse, which began to glow a radiant red - thanks to her gem inside.

[i]"Don't. Touch. Me."[/i]

Father Tom backed away, still somehow maintaining composure over fear; perhaps he was used to angry newlyweds. Amy's eyes had flicked back to the paper as she waited for a response. He said something about one of the blank boxes towards the end, one clearly labeled for the groom to sign and the other for the bride. With subscript font saying "sign here" or something. Whatever. Last thing she wanted to do was embarrass herself even further, and she stood staring at the paper long enough. With a grunt she scribbled something completely illegible, with lots of random loops, in one of the boxes near the bottom. Just as legitimate as any other signature would be.

Calmly Amy set down her pen, took a deep breath, and turned around. But before she took another step - [I]SMACK![/I] - she gave Syed an echoing slap across his cheek. Then, with the same calmness as when she set down the quill, she made her way down the center aisle and out the church doors.