WEEK 6: LET'S BOOGIE

[fullthottle]

[Maou awakens in an unfamiliar place...but to a familiar face.]

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[polyapathy]

[And here's Katy, chillin' outside the community center and smoking a cigarette. She gives Maou a little wave when he arrives.]

Maou. How're ya now?

[doesntlastboss]

Hah....

[He looks a little discombobulated, perhaps understandably given... the sudden building? The sudden Ouija session? Or maybe it's just the, you know, demonology vs. death that has become all of their lives but also more personal. Maybe it's that. Maou frowns and makes his way over to her rather gingerly, not deigning to sit but merely leaning like an edgelord on the wall.

A sigh later he waves one hand; the nails are long and mostly grown back, gleaming well-manicured in the light.]

As well as can be, I suppose, given our current situation. I can't say I'm fond of being placed outside the game like this! Perhaps those still sailing have fared better?

[polyapathy]

[Maou is doing his best and honestly both of them are leaning against the wall like edgelords, so it's fine.]

Mm. Depends on what you'd rank as "better". I'm glad to see you're yourself again, though.

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How did you die? Do you remember who killed you?