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The Blood Compact

Embrace the nekkidness.

@Shikaru

There, Hale embraces the nekkidness. Then follows the nekkid embracing?

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You could almost hear the metaphorical gears whirring in Hale's head as he processed what was going on. His sense was telling him that he was staring down, or rather, up at an ancient evil, and that he had mere minutes left. But there was also a voice from deep within that wanted nothing but agree with the strange woman. Then there was his confusion, recognizing the mystical woman's vampiric nature and recalling nothing but cruelty and hate from that species. It was something he'd come to expect, and even grow comfortable with. But the lack of hate in her voice discomforted Hale more than the potential hypothetical destruction aimed at him could. Lastly there was the 14 year old boy inside of him, something all men over 15 carry with them: He just celebrated. "I..." Hale felt the need to explain why he was here, that he was on his way to the city. That he was allied with Magnus and that he brought a pack of monsters and lunatics with valid reason. But somehow he knew that, even if she didn't already know all those things, she probably didn't care. So he just nodded, stood up, and took his clothes off. They were worn to a point they ripped off like paper anyways.

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"I'm so glad you like my gift. I- uhm... I don't think that's supposed to come off like that.." Like tried to intervene but each time he tried to pull one of the servants away he ended up turning into two pulling servants, whom each started pulling servants and before you could say "Flashmob" the number of servants had multiplied to a point where Like had lost track of whom he were. With all of Like and the other servants stuck in a mosh pit with Snazzy in the middle things got... hectic. "Hey stop that!" "Who touched my-" "I don't-" "Who was that?" "What's going-" "Are you me too? Erm." Eventually one of Like rolled away from the mess with a headache. "Note to selves, don't interact with crowds. Especiallynot crowds of grabby people." he muttered. He picked up the hand mirror from the ground, it was almost completely trampled. "I need a second to recuperate." He muttered as he held the mirror to an empty piece of wall. He reached inside and stretched the sides of the mirror like a rubber band till it was the size of a large wall mirror. Like stepped in and the glass behind him started to slowly repair itself. As he did the multiplied servants disappeared into a puff of smoke, causing the real ones (as well as Snazzy) to collapse like a ragdoll avalanche.

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@Warlord297 "I always wondered who kept track of time in this world. I've seen humans try, but it seems to get them killed. Aging and all that." Like, still a reflection of Jack, conjured a large box from behind the counter and stepped out of the mirror. It was a large purple box with a red bow and a label reading Snazzy, by the way Like handled it it seemed cumbersome and slightly heavy. "As for the queen, she's on the other side of the bar. Your view is obstructed by the creature I understand we call John." The zombie bartender groaned at Like for standing in his spot so Like politely stepped away. "Uhm.. you've got a little something, right there." He said as he pointed at the gaping wound in the corpses neck. The later didn't really respond.

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@Warlord297 Jack's mirror image, on the other side of the bar looked up at him. "Hey, pssst. What are you doing? Are you trying to fix time? Cause I don't think it's broken."

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I'd like to nominate this scene for the "Most interesting fancy drinks tasty party ever" awards.

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Like carefully picked up the glass, the universe slightly trembling around her as the liquid shook in the glass. Eyeing the glass, Like inspected the mixture. The mixture seemed to resist this inspection, choosing to be colors one could not comprehend. A sort of mint-yellowish magenta turquoise. But more like none of those colors, since I just mentioned those. Excitedly and playfully Like put the drink to her mouth, took a very small sip, then downed it. For a moment all was silent, as everyone held their breath waiting on a reaction. Something. Then a bright beam of technicolor light sprang from eyes mouth and other less mentioned orifices. Accompanied by Russian waltz music and green flames the image of Like folded into the 5th spacial dimension and with another bright flash and a sound best described as a thousand explosions played in reverse at high speed, suddenly Like was gone. After that there was nothing but a poof of grey smoke and a small hand mirror that fell to the ground in a meek thud and crash. After a few seconds of nothing a child's voice whispered from between the cracks of broken glass. "Hmmmm, bright aroma, sweet and dry showing and a killer after-burn..."

"This... I li-.. no. This I love!"

"You truly deserve the title of Tender of Bars. And for meeting my challenge you deserve a gift worthy of such a feat." ... "Just give me a second..."

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wow, I was reading your post, around the moment I read *base drop* my browser crashed

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hehehe, Jack's all like "nope!"

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Agreeing with @MonsieurShade here that you @Earnest Evans know how to make a brilliantly original character. -- On an unrelated note: I like the idea of inquisitors, and Spanish ones even more so. I did write up a character who is ridiculously hard to kill, if not impossible. This being a comedy I didn't expect the question of who could kill who would come up so I didn't think It'd be an issue. I don't think I am the only one with this problem of having a (nigh)-immortal character. Though this could also deliver some hilarious scenes where human inquisitors futilely attempt insane things to kill us while we keep misunderstanding or playing with them. -- On an even less related note: A thousand internets for anyone who gets what "Faithful optimism" refers to.