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Eighth Dark Hole [Action]
[At the Graveyard]
[Haha no Scratch isn't crawling out of any coffin. He's going to dirty his clothes, however horrible they may be! He is better than a wriggler, crawling out of the ground. Instead, by his grave there will be a green flash of flickering light. It's not his regular entrance however. The green flashes several times, illuminating the area, and making even weird sound effects that you would hear from a terrible alien movie! However, eventually the green flashes stop and Doc Scratch is now there in his fully black clothed glory!
AND--]
Black isn't my color.
[Yep.]
[Around town]
[After getting over the atrocious wardrobe, he is now on the hunt! Particular for the young ladies, but curse this bad vision of his. Stupid dead moving body. He moves rather slowly though as he finds (and with his hands out like a dumbass no less), but when he does spot someone he'll immediately do the green flash warp thing to get closer and then--]
Ahah!
[Snatch your character and hoist them up! If they flee and get out of his grasp (which shouldn't be hard) he'll definitely try to catch them. If they comply he'll just carry them around, maybe chat until his arms get tired.
And if he realizes that, wait a minute, the person he picked up is a male? He'll drop them down and not even care, giving a half-assed "My mistake" and sulk away. Dude's not a lady.]
[Haha no Scratch isn't crawling out of any coffin. He's going to dirty his clothes, however horrible they may be! He is better than a wriggler, crawling out of the ground. Instead, by his grave there will be a green flash of flickering light. It's not his regular entrance however. The green flashes several times, illuminating the area, and making even weird sound effects that you would hear from a terrible alien movie! However, eventually the green flashes stop and Doc Scratch is now there in his fully black clothed glory!
AND--]
Black isn't my color.
[Yep.]
[Around town]
[After getting over the atrocious wardrobe, he is now on the hunt! Particular for the young ladies, but curse this bad vision of his. Stupid dead moving body. He moves rather slowly though as he finds (and with his hands out like a dumbass no less), but when he does spot someone he'll immediately do the green flash warp thing to get closer and then--]
Ahah!
[Snatch your character and hoist them up! If they flee and get out of his grasp (which shouldn't be hard) he'll definitely try to catch them. If they comply he'll just carry them around, maybe chat until his arms get tired.
And if he realizes that, wait a minute, the person he picked up is a male? He'll drop them down and not even care, giving a half-assed "My mistake" and sulk away. Dude's not a lady.]
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A royal lady, such as yourself, should be much more contai-- cease your wriggling!
[And then he accidentally loses his hold on her.]
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[AHA. That just gives her the opportunity to do what a proper little lady should do in this situation.
In other words, she stomps on his foot and goes running.]
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[WOW RUDE FEFERI. Though he guess he shouldn't have expected much else from the Condesce's successor.
He'll do that terrible green warp effect, which takes way too long to work, and teleport in front of the direction she's running in. Time for a second attempt.]
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But then there's the flashy green warpy thing again, and a moment later, she's scooped back up in his arms.]
...why are you doing this?
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Frankly, I am just compelled to whisk people away. Though, it isn't all bad. You are the successor to the Condesce. Matters will be complicated, but I'll help groom you to a fine Witch.
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Compelled? By who, the town? Someone else?
[And the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end again.]
I'm nothing like the Condesce, and I'm dead in the alpha timeline back home. So making me a good Witch here isn't going to do anything...
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Quite true. You are indeed dead, killed by your former Moirail in an act of violence surged from hopelessness. Making you a good Witch wouldn't do anything if that untrue as well, as we do not recall memories of this paradox space.
Regardless, I'm still taking you back to my crypt. You don't have any option in this.
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[That sends a chill straight down Feferi's spine.]
Former moirail, current matesprit, despite all of that. I found it in my heart to try and look past it.
...and what will you do then? I'm not the Condesce. I don't want to be the Condesce. So turning me into a pretty little paradox clone will not glubbing swim well with me!
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[>implying you are not already a petty paradox clone]
I won't need to turn you into one. You will simply mature into it, I'm sure. Or...well you won't, because you're dead, but you get my point, right?
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[(fuu)]
No. I don't want to 'mature into' anything. Even if I'm dead back home, I don't want to be forced to be a miniature-Condesce. So if you don't mind putting me down...
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And no, I won't put you down. For a lady, you do not have many manners. I shall see to it that this is fixed. My broom will assist.
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...you would think to use a cleaning product to 'teach' a lady manners?
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[He is such a nice First Guardian.]
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