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5 months ago

WLC 5.4: Making Light of the Situation

"What did you just say?" asks Jevoi, "Then where are we?"

"Take a look, Ling," says an old woman, her voicing echoing from nowhere.

With a flash, the area is bathed in green light. This allows Tanglepork and Luminița to finally see, but blinds Jevoi temporarily.

"F*****g b*****d c**t," swears Jevoi, "Why the b****y g******n hell?" She rapidly licks her eyes and Gank rescinds her soulsight.

D: Does that mean you're going to say what Tanglepork and Loomy looked like now? J: Oh right, yes.

Tanglepork is a small gnome woman with curly blonde hair and rosy cheeks. She's wearing cute pink gloves and pointed boots, a leather vest over a mustard shirt, a loosely strapped stetson, and a matching skirt over leggings. She is currently lying on the floor looking up at the source of light.

Lumița is a large lycan woman with thick brown fur with a blue patch around her left eye. She's still wearing her red cloak. Underneath it, she is wearing a dark corset with a long skirt. She is now several meters away from Jevoi.

The light spreads out roughly nine meters and faintly another nine from a point slightly in the air, highlighting the crude stonework. As Luminița had called out, the skeletal remains of several small humanoids are scattered across the floor.

The source of the light, and the voice, is a ghastly, green lycan. Her eyes are empty and her teeth are sharp.

J: I'd rather not repeat what she said next. I didn't need to hear it myself. L: I reckon I know.

"What language," says the ghost, "To think I let that foul tongue inside me."

Jevoi gags.

"Mamaia?" ask Lumița, "What's going on?"

"Traitor," snarls the ghost, "You side with my killers? This lecherous lizard and the conniving d***f?"

"Hiiiiii, Ioana," says Tanglepork, feigning happiness, "So glad you remember me. Yay."

L: I can explain this, but ya finish this first.

"I don't know you, lady," says Jevoi, "I'm not Ling. I can send the message."

Ioana howls, "You are the only of your kind!" The wind begins to whirl dust about. "I'd recognize that filthy wig anywhere."

"Great," mutters Jevoi, "Mum doesn't even have to be near me to keep ruining my life."


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