[closed] hey get your knives out

[prozaic]

WHO: Shalem + others
WHERE: Mostly in the Gallows, but there's something happening in Mirth too.
WHEN: Event time!
WHAT: Shalem is in jail, then he's not. Then he needs to make some money.
WARNINGS: Shalem's Shadow amplifying his bloodlust, some PTSD, lots of poetic waxing about dark things. More tba

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[prozaic]

[can a shadow do that? shalem's sure can't (maybe...) and he hasn't interacted with someone else's shadow before.

which, perhaps, is a blessing.]

Please speak to your Soulmate about that after this, if you have one. [if he doesn't... well.

shalem turns back around, the pillow still in his tail, ready to be thrown. he brushes his hand over the available surfaces in the dark, noting the desk, the shelves. an office?]

[damnpire]

I don’t have one.

[Sometimes, the funny man to your straight man lives inside your hand.

Now that the parasite is quiet, he carrie’s on with what they’re doing too, and he joins Shalem inside. The loaded and ready pillow is valid.]

Something must be hidden.

[prozaic]

[well, d is kind of fucked, isn't he?

not that shalem has a leg to stand on when it comes to that, but he's made slightly more stable by his soulmate (maybe...). but he's not going to tell him to find a soulmate, that's inappropriate.

so he pivots to the next topic.]

This seems to be an office. Thus... There's something here. [so he immediately moves to the large desk, already pulling drawers out.]