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[literal_trainwreck]

WHO: Thistle (And visitors, if they are so inclined)
WHERE: Thistle
WHEN: Day 3, after all the shit went down

[Well that was a lot. Time to get a good night's (day's?) sleep in those new rooms! Ha ha, just kidding. What are we actually doing?]

Comments

[antichthonia]

Can't hurt that witch. Can't hurt the guy who sent me to her. Case closed.

[shortforever]

[Wow that's frustrating.]

You sound like you need to punch something. Wanna punch something?

[antichthonia]

What are my options?

[shortforever]

[He nods his head towards the purple barn.]

I can set you up a hay bale that doesn't fall apart if you want.

[antichthonia]

. . . Nah. Hitting objects doesn't do much for me. I think I'll save it all up for someone deserving.

[normal.]

[shortforever]

[He shrugs.]

I can't offer a living punching bag either. I always fight to win.

[antichthonia]

Maybe we'll get to fight one of those demon things sometime.

[shortforever]

Maybe we'll get to actually fight it next time too.

[antichthonia]

. . . No guarantee we'll win.

[shortforever]

Well not with that attitude.

[He does need to figure out why his ability is limited but he'll talk about that later. They're all tired today.]

[antichthonia]

Ha. I guess you're right. Keep it optimistic.