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[deadlyjuliet]

[For those in the plaza, they may see Grell lounging on the edge of the clothing shop roof. She's just sitting, filing her nails and giving herself a manicure, watching people down below, but since Grell can't come into town without ruining someone's day, she pops the journal open to do just that.]

It seems the dead and nearly dead are coming back, hm? I say this every draft, so I do hate to sound like a broken record, but it also seems that none of you have quite figured out the trick of not getting yourselves killed out there.

Honestly, I've never seen a village so small so terrible at simply not dying. Just because you get a lovely free pass back from the afterlife doesn't mean you should abuse your privilege.





Do you have any idea how much paperwork I have to do now? It's awful.

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[complicatedliar]

I'm afraid I must beg ignorance as to what manner of job can claim such a lovely creature as yourself.

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[deadlyjuliet]

Ooh, you terrible flirt! How have I missed you this long~?

But let's see if you can hash it out, h~m? I'll be generous and give you three guesses.

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[complicatedliar]

And then you steal words from my mouth like a delicate thief. I was about to ask you the same thing.

Hmmm.

You sound far to lovely to be something so simple as a clerk. Some sort of royalty, perhaps? [Actually, he already has a guess he thinks is a good one, but that's not how the game is played.]

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[deadlyjuliet]

Oh, now you're just flattering me! I have to beware of that silver tongue of yours. [Not that Grell minds.]

But that would be in♥cor♥rect~

[voice]

[complicatedliar]

Already so wary, and you've yet to find out just what I can do with that tongue of mine. [A sad, theatrical sigh.}

Hmmmm. A diva of the stage, perhaps?

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

[O-oh....but she's a taken lady!!]

You play with fire, you rogue. How do you know I'm not a black widow, waiting to spring my trap upon you?

One day, I do hope to do so, but not yet. One chance left~

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[complicatedliar]

[As if that would stop a dedicated rake!]

One must dare great risks, should he desire great rewards. [We'll just ignore that he's normally risk averse. This is different. This is flirting, and damn is he having fun.]

Oh dear... I suppose I must risk it all upon this last guess. Could it be perhaps, that you are... death's most beautiful angel? Could I truly be so honored?

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[deadlyjuliet]

Nfu, then I do hope you don't mind being burned a little. I've my sights on you now.

[fufufufu smoker is going to kill her, but WHATEVER it's fun and he knows he's special. All the risks are yours now, Loki. All of them.]

Grell Sutcliffe, London branch, at your service.

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[complicatedliar]

Like a moth to the flame. I shall immolate at the touch of destiny.

'tis lovely to make your acquaintance, Grell. I am Loki of Asgard.