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[hungry_for_justice]

[In the filth and blighted landscape of the campus, suddenly appears a figure like one from a storybook. You might blink again at the sight-is that really a knight in shining armor riding a pegasus? Is anyone here really that stupid-though maybe not stupid since on a second glance, there is some slight wear and bloodspatter that might indicate she's been in a fight. As for how you can tell it's a she, well she's been talking to herself in a low voice.]

..There's no point in staying anymore, but they won't let us leave. Maybe we should head out overland and...no, I'm not a ranger, but surely there must be...some sort of food.

No, I suppose it is foolish, but so is staying here!

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[notjustinthemirror]

[He's starting to think everyone has some sort of weird self-narration except him. Unless she's talking to the horse. What does he care anyway?

Teleporting on over there so he can get a better look, bringing all this oozy, goopy black tar with him (minus the zombie guy in it).]

Leaving the school?

[Nothing to worry about, guys in masks frequently poof into existence in an explosion of oily gunk, right?]

[hungry_for_justice]

[The horse rears up, but not from fear-and the rider holds out her hand in a warding gesture.]

It is none of your bussiness! Leave, lest you be judged and found wanting!

[Paladin Ability #4: Detect evil. If she gets a positive result...]

[notjustinthemirror]

[Head tilt.]

Found wanting what?

[Probably more like neutral evil. He did crash a plane and kill a guy, but he sort of did it for the good of the guy he haunts. Sort of. In a twisted way.]

[hungry_for_justice]

I can think of a lot of things. Avaunt!

[That looks like an undead face-does a wave of positive energy and holy power work to turn this one like it does the dead?]

[notjustinthemirror]

[Eyeroll would go here if you know.. he had eyes... instead of a mask for a face.]

Av-what now?

[Nope. Doesn't do much of anything. He's not undead. Or alive. He's a demon but not in the D&D sense of things. He's more like a construct of metal and skin.]

[hungry_for_justice]

...classless fool. I will be watching you-at the first misstep I will end your existence.

[She's been ending some existance already-there's blood on her lance.]

[notjustinthemirror]

Everyone says that, I have yet to see any follow through.

[hungry_for_justice]

Does the blood on my weapon reduce the force of my statements?

[Hey, there IS blood on that lance point. Pretty fresh, just dried.]

[notjustinthemirror]

You could have been spearing helpless rabbits for all I know.

[hungry_for_justice]

Hah! There are no helpless creatures in a Netherworld, but I am perfect for the task of destroying the creatures that are found here.

[notjustinthemirror]

You haven't seen the bunnies then.

or the penguins. They're pretty helpless.

[hungry_for_justice]

Prinnies are useful ammunition to use against demons.

[notjustinthemirror]

Uh-huh.

If you say so.

They're also good fireworks. You know, for future reference.

So what's with the demon war? Did a demon steal your lunch money as a child?

[hungry_for_justice]

That's none of your business!

[She's rather hot on that point, isn't she?]

[notjustinthemirror]

Well with that kind of reaction I'm going to assume it's something much more interesting. Do tell.

[He's not going away until she tells him. Or runs him through with a lance, whatever.]