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[scots_wolf]

[[After this]]

Urquhart is lounging on a sofa by the fireplace, reading a book and sipping whiskey from a glass that is is dangling from his fingers while he is reading. Why worry if there's nothing else you can do? As long as the ceiling's not crumbling in his whiskey, Urquhart won't be bothered.

Especially as he knows the dog (who is snoring cutely by his master's feet) will be going to safety, one way or another.


[[OOC: All other threads timed to before Moist's! Thank you! And now -- warnings for acute if glossed-over sex stuff and blood and gore AND hellhounds on the Moist thread! Also, weirdness turned up to eleven.]]

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[ostro_goth]

Teja reaches down, and picks up the head with the partly chopped-off long blond hair, and throws it for the hellhounds, towards the back door, to draw them off the poor mortal beast that would tangle with those monsters.

[morethanprops]

Moist holds Franz, murmuring to him in Uberwaldian, this is a horrible mess. He's going to go back out that door with Franz and get as drunk as possible. Once he's sure that he can walk and move, he nods to them both and turns to leave with every measure of dignity he can muster which is a good bit.

[hadyougoing]

Ava winces again, mentally jerking back on the hounds' metaphorical psychic leashes to prevent them from lunging at the meatsack dog and the dude taking their severed head.

"Have a good one, guys!" she calls pleasantly to Teja and Moist.

"Whosa good hound ..."

And she, Urquhart's body, Urquhart's head, and a pack of invisible fiends vanish out the back door.

[ostro_goth]

Teja collapses on the floor, cradling his axe, and hiding his face in his hands, blood dripping from his hair and fingers.

What has just happened??