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With that, the battle was all good and the woman was defeated.
Malamar slapped its tentacles against one of Oswald's, indicating the cephalopod equivalent of a high-five. "Krrrrr... (good to see another tentacled individual from the sea around to help. Name's Malamar.)"
Risk looked at Talluah. "Well, what can I say? Life is strange. And it'll only get stranger from here."
Eric points to a dead body - the defeated woman's in particular - and requests suggestions for disposal.
"This is Pastoria City, an area chock-filled with Marshes," Risk stared in very mild shock as the woman dies. "The first thing that comes to one's mind is burying her."
"Let Mush Eat her!" Akito shouts.
"Eh, I've heard worse," Risk was weirded out by this lad's mannerisms, dull kept a meek smile. "I thought someone was going to mention dismembering before that emerged from anyone's mouth"
At the end of it all, Claude volunteered to do it alone.
"How's the trip? Got a trip?" Risk asked a returning Claude. "It's probably over for now. Have a rest, relax and refresh. It has been quite a day. And afternoon. Probably evening too."
"We are obviously going to the same place, but the docks are definitely going to be closed for a few days. I'd recommend we all buy a room for the night and relax for the rest of the evening. Drinks are on me," Eric speaks up.
Risk looks at Claude's filth-covered clothing, then everyone's wet dons, then back at Eric, responding to his request. "True, true. Hopefully the rooms you speak of are part of an intact inn. Let's get searching."
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Malamar slapped its tentacles against one of Oswald's, indicating the cephalopod equivalent of a high-five. "Krrrrr... (good to see another tentacled individual from the sea around to help. Name's Malamar.)"
Risk looked at Talluah. "Well, what can I say? Life is strange. And it'll only get stranger from here."
Eric points to a dead body - the defeated woman's in particular - and requests suggestions for disposal.
"This is Pastoria City, an area chock-filled with Marshes," Risk stared in very mild shock as the woman dies. "The first thing that comes to one's mind is burying her."
"Let Mush Eat her!" Akito shouts.
"Eh, I've heard worse," Risk was weirded out by this lad's mannerisms, dull kept a meek smile. "I thought someone was going to mention dismembering before that emerged from anyone's mouth"
At the end of it all, Claude volunteered to do it alone.
"How's the trip? Got a trip?" Risk asked a returning Claude. "It's probably over for now. Have a rest, relax and refresh. It has been quite a day. And afternoon. Probably evening too."
"We are obviously going to the same place, but the docks are definitely going to be closed for a few days. I'd recommend we all buy a room for the night and relax for the rest of the evening. Drinks are on me," Eric speaks up.
Risk looks at Claude's filth-covered clothing, then everyone's wet dons, then back at Eric, responding to his request. "True, true. Hopefully the rooms you speak of are part of an intact inn. Let's get searching."
@Lissamel @RestlessComfort @Red crow @LoveandHate91 @Clyde @R E I