Trente-cinquième Grimoire [phone]

[wizardoftheweek]

Some have probably asked and answered already, but I still have to wonder just why so many of our former fellow captives have returned. It's disconcerting.

Things have been quiet. Very quiet. Too quiet. I know I'm not alone in this sense of dread. This town always offers up its worse at times like this. I know it. And as bad as things have been lately...

I've been jumping at every little thing. I just want it to get it over with at this point. I'm tired of being afraid.

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[not_so_great_wall]

[ Or they could just die hugging. It wouldn't be the worst way to go.

Finally, Meiling pulls away and picks that clambering Flandre up to carry her. ] More than enough to go around, like your sister said. [ She beams. ] Let's go take a look in the kitchen. Maybe I can scrounge something together.

[then_there_were_none]

[Flandre is still disgruntled! Though less so now. She still bats at the doppelganger Meiling was carrying when she thinks her sister can't see. Or maybe it was the doppelganger swatting at the original one. The other one clearly has more space and this is a Problem.

Then one kicks at the other and that sets off a fit of wing-flailing squabbling. Both will end up squirming away from Meiling in the process if they're not careful, though.]

[badladyscramble]

Stop that!

[Remi steps between the two batting them both away with her wings. Now it just a mini-vampire flail-fest.]