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dreamer_fray

The door flies open to reveal a blaze of magical fire. Heat radiates from it into the bar. The two figures coming into focus from beyond it must surely be dead... right?

It looks little more comforting when the fire burns out suddenly and a girl and a boy are thrust into the bar, door slamming behind them. Melaka Fray is white and limp, unconscious or dead. Nearly her entire body is bloodsoaked, and holding her up, eyes burning golden, fangs exposed, is the demon that used to be her twin brother.

If ever the words 'compromising situation' were appropriate, they are here.

When he sees they are back, Harth almost glares around the bar, searching for someone or something-

Healer. You're not dyin', Mel.

-arms tightening around his sister almost possessively. Though perhaps it is the face of the demon that makes it seem so threatening.

[Not locked - but please poke in chat before jumping in, for great coordination?]

dreamer_fray

[WOOM: Still in Hell, there is a Sibling Reunion. Aww?]

slayer_fray

(Mel reaches the place she needs in order to get home)

slayer_fray

(For what is Hell if you can't dream of Heaven?)

OOC: the obligatory Lilly-inna-dreaming OOM. Millitimed to last night. Warning for wierd giant ducky vibrators.]

slayer_fray

(Resonances through time)

dreamer_fray

[OOM: Harth Fray in Hell. Still looking for the same amulet as Mel.]

slayer_fray

(The Quest's End)

slayer_fray

(We're eating meat tonight)

slayer_fray

(Big this place, innit?)

slayer_fray

(For Lilly)

(For Mal)

(For Ace)

slayer_fray

(Welcome to Hell)

[Millitimed to Thursday night. After the portal thread goes wrong, Mel ends up where she intended to go, but with company she didn't want. Warning for, well, Slayer type violence. Guest starring icon art by

slayer_fray

Mel and Mike head down from upstairs together, armed prett much to the teeth. Mel has, not only her scythe and her gun, but a sword sheathed at her side, two large knives stuck in her belt, and what looks liek a purple switchblade strapped to her inside forearm. Her grabbing equipment is in her backpack on her back.

Her expression is set. It's her pre-war face, and the last time she wore it in the bar, she came back in Murphy's arms, bleeding from four bullet woulds.

[OOC: Plot post. Open to reactions but please ping lycanthrofaerie before jumping in. ta.]

slayer_fray

Mel doesn't train, not really. She just happens to find exercise and violence fun, and gets bored easily. At home, she'd get all the training she needed from bar brawls and theiving. She knows no martial art, has no fighting style, and relies on her speed of thought and natural abilities most of the time.

This morning, she's already spent the best part of a pre-breakfast hour swimming, had an early breakfast, been hunting demon bunnies, fooled around on her skaterug, and is now by the archery targets, playing with her sparky throwing knives, sweat glistening on her brow.

It's not training. She's not nervous. It's just...

...yeah, I got nothing.

slayer_fray

Mel is in the bar, at a table with a nice big pizza, looking relatively happy for someone planning an excursion into Hell.

Her knives, gun and sword are with her, but not her scythe. Jonathan still has that.

slayer_fray

Mel is outside, over the lake on her skaterug, just fooling around with manoeuvres and trying to keep her mind of her lack of scythe.

Two days before she leaves. You know you want to talk to her.

slayer_fray

Mel's back in the bar again, having spent most of yesterday and last night reading Diaries.

She thinks she's got it figured, and may be taking a leave of absence soon.

Come talk to her before she does?

[OOC: Gack! No notifications! Ping me on lycanthrofaerie when tagging, otherwise I'll try to keep refreshing to see if you've tagged...]

slayer_fray

Contrary to what people may think, some of the booths in the bar are actually quite well lit. In one right now, there is Mel, pouring over books.

...wait, that can't be right, can it?

Books. Plural. Even a notepad, and a pen, on to which someone's scribbling notes. And that someone has tricoloured hair, and a big red stabby on her back.

Is Melaka Fray actually studying?

Nah, can't be. Must be someone else.

slayer_fray

(Wandering into the wrong dream)

(Telling the sister)

[Harth's having wierd ass dreams. Lilly tells Mel. Mel's concerned.]

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