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"Why not?"

"Because I belong to myself. As the term goes, I am my own person."

And it's quite possible that he does not trust these children. At all.

"But you can be sewn into clothes and be like Sally."

Charles staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaares.

"No."

"Yes."

"And if I refuse?"

"Then we'll attack you." Three masks lower and three hands go for the various weapons that Tub possesses.

Tub being that giant mechanical Tub behind them.

"Oh, that's it?"

Charles sits back in his chair and holds up one finger in the universal "one moment" signal. He picks up his glass of wine, takes a sip, and then puts it back down on the table, on the far side, where's it will remain out of harm's way, hopefully.

"Very well then."

The Triplets *stare* at Charles.

"You're really strange. No whining? No praying for your mortal life? NO FLAILING?"

NO FAIR!

Charles suddenly seems to have the air of a very, very patient tutor.

"It would hardly be very logical for me to pray for my mortal life, or to flail about wildly, when I do not have a mortal life. Children, I am dead already."

And, as an afterthought, "So sorry to have spoiled your fun."

Sip.

"How'd you die?" The children scramble up uninvited onto chairs next to Charles, at rapt attention.

He frowns, thinking. Trying to remember. All he remembers is pain, and rain, and cold, and the fog creeping around Beauty's face.

Oh, there was the man. He heard him scream. Was that it? The sharp pain in his side?

"I was stabbed, I believe. I was not really paying attention at the time."

[ooc: Must dissapear for a little while. Assisting younger brother.]

[ooc: Of course! Wonderful thread, t'is. Silly trio.]

"That's nice!" Three heads nod in unison. They would love to revel in the pain and rain and cold. They already have the Fog Juice.

Charles looks at them, hard, and then decides that small children who dress up in ghoulish costumes whose images lie in the profane and like to use grown men as pets and threaten people with rather large weapons must be very odd indeed, and that it is not at all abnormal for them to like pain and suffering. And, of course, death, for they seem to show a great interest in it.