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Jinn, Shian, show up at my house whenever. Van Der Aart, if you're around, you can come too. Ancient Fairy, if you can fuckin' sober up and drag your ass down here and you even know who the hell your Signer is right now, do so.

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[Isabel is at her house. She's throwing daggers at a tree. She looks like she's in a bad mood.

At least her aim is good.]

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Alright.

[He's carrying them in to do that.]

[Isabel huffs. Then glances at Diana.]

How far away is Kurochi?

Eight minutes roughly. And she's going to be mad at me and want to probably sock you in the face.

Meh. That's nothing new.

I know your thing is typically young Signers, but I'm pretty sure this one is gonna really lower people's opinions of you.

I don't decide who my Signer is. That's the decision of his lord and grace The Crismon Dragon. So please spare me your self-righteousness, Marias.

What's self-righteousness.

It means she's a butthead, Kamala.

Oh, so she's a bad person.

No. Just an incredibly rude one.

[Isabel gives Diana a side-eye for a moment. But she doesn't say anything. She just waits for Shiyoko to get there.]

::Shiyoko comes roaring down the street, swerving and deftly grabbing her daughter and tossing a horseshoe at AFD.::

Edited 2017-06-04 06:57 (UTC)

::Tries to leap away as she she screeches as the horse-shoe hits her, lighting up like a bonfire.::

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[Isabel is just. Stepping out of the way of all of this.]

Hi, Kurochi. Please don't mess up my house or my yard, I still got a mortgage to pay.

Marias. My daughter was kidnapped by her.

::Points to AFD who is a very nice barbacue spitfire on your fabulous lawn.::

For a meeting I didn't approve of her going to.

And frankly, I don't think you're a good rolemodel.

Ms. Diana called her a butthead.

Mouth, young lady.

Yessum.

::Dangles as she wiggles into the sidecar, putting on her helmet.::

I didn't have anything to do with this.

[....she lets out a sigh and holds up a card. A wooden Duel Disk comes out of her wooden arm. She plays the card. A vortex sucks all the oxygen out of the fire, trying to put it out.]

...look. I certainly wouldn't want my kid anywhere near this, but.

...has a mark shown up on her arm?

::Rolls up her sleeve proudly. Ayup. That's the Back Claw of the Crimson Jerkass.::

Ho-kay, well. That means she's a Signer and unless the mark decides to jump to someone else again...that means some stuff is probably gonna find her, one way or the other.

If you wanna take her home and completely ignore this, I ain't gonna stop you. I'm just letting you know.

::Meanwhile, grabs and tosses the horseshoe so Isabel's attempts at extinguishing AFD actually work.::

I am not ignoring this, I just refuse to let her get dragged into this when she's this young, and Ancient Fairy is essentially a bad luck magnet.

But for responsibility's sake, I'll give her...

::Points to Ancient Fairy.::

A minute to explain how she messed up this time.

If I don't like it, I have an entire bag of cold iron to toss at her.

::Sets up, grimacing, smelling like barbecue steak.::

Fine. Two Prisoners of the Nazca Lines escaped-slash awoke from their prisons because I was extremely sick due to being posioned by a here-to-unknown assassin by one of the high members of the Seelie Court, the fairies that answer to me.

Fortunately, the beings sealed in the Star and the Hands aren't Earthbound Immortals.

The bad news is.

They're two of the last remaining Numbers. Two His Former Honor, Lord Judgeman, put under my purview to keep under extreme lock and key. And the Hands is the worse of the two.

.....hoooookay.

What're their names.

Don't know. I wasn't allowed to know their true identities.

The Hands was described to me as "The Eraser".

The Star was described as "Prison of Theta".