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This city…needs help.
Demons, ghosts, ghouls, general baddies…
The world seems to be full of them now. It’s like the dark corners they crawled out of just got a little darker. And as many of them as there are, there’s even fewer of us.
Damn, that was probably…a little too…not quiet poetic.
But the point still is that someone has to go out and-
“Colin, what’d you do?”
“I s-s-s-spilled salt in m-m-my cut.”
“Don’t just stand there bawlin’…uh…go and clean it off.”
“Y-Y-Yes. R-Right away.”
…If Colin is what our hunters have come to…God save us all.
He’s a good kid at heart and he tries…but I can’t help but think that he’ll end up on the wrong end of somethin’ one of these days…
Jadis: : | “You didn’t read the fine print, did you.
Jadis: : | “I feel like it. And since I employed you, I now own everything from your shirts to your soul.
Jadis: : | “You’re lucky you have a nice torso, then.
Jadis: : } “…” :l “Problem?
Anonymous asked: just you. O3O
…-looks around for a moment before looking back at the anon- I’m uh…flattered?
Jadis: :} -curls up in a nest of ruined shirts-
Jadis: -shreds them like a cat-
