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Posted: Mon May 29, 2017 3:05 pm
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"Oh, well." She glanced around - there was no one terribly near. "It looks like this."With her free hand, Preacher drew glowing lines in the air. A sword, some stars, the crown. It all seemed very regal and very staid. The one they'd created was more organic.
"New one's got tha weirdass keys, tree, knots, y'know. But yeah, I wanna dissemble that old s**t, but I'm 'fraid it'd ******** you up somehow. I mean, y'ain't Sunny, you're Sonny, but still. Yer papa went n' grabbed Sunny's body, y'know." She sighed. "I'm worried 'bout bleed through, though if we had tha body, it might be better."
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Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2017 8:48 pm
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"W-wait. He created you afore tha sigil? I thought ya was an effect of tha sigil's caging powers n' s**t." Preacher didn't really care either way, except that seemed like an important information. And how was lil' old librarian Sunday involved, anyway? Sonny was Sonny and Sonny was chill, though.
She smiled back at Sonny. "Well, ri'now, I gotta find all these components n' s**t for tha undoin'. The one ring, a siren, some dirt, Sunny, your da's grimoire from m'world. s**t like that. So I don' have a whole lot ta need help on ri'now less ya know how to get things. BUT." She emphasized. "I 'ppreciate it n' might need ya magical know how ta blast it apart, yeah?"
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