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Hey Bunni is it true you wear a sweater to hide your rippling muscles?

"Oh absolutely. In fact I do it to protect all of you kind citizens! Because if I were to ever take off my sweater? Well let's just say that the sheer rippling volume of muscle I have would cause even the strongest of psyches to crumble."

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What's your dream job?

"That's a really hard question to answer! I mean, I like what I do now I guess, working at the bookstore is fun and pretty laid back and I get to read as much as I want! And I do my investigations which is where my passion lies, but I don't know if it's considered a job in this context since I don't really get paid for it..." She hums, thoughtful.

"So I guess my dream job would be my investigating! Or to get paid for doing nothing so I can focus more on them!"

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Do you like making new friends?

"Of course! Who doesn't like making friends? I think having more friends just makes life feel more rich."

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sigh. whatever. squashes you flat with my big hammer

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"I like to think so!" Her chest puffs with pride. She hardly seems to notice him checking her out though, too busy mentally cooking her companion up. "Hmm... well, human is supposedly a bit like a more stringy pork or lamb, so I'd bet you'd make some really good barbecue sandwiches! I'd even spring for the good buns, just for you." Her laugh is warm, and maybe just a little bit loud.

Bunni seems surprised at his delight-- but it makes her smile all the same. "Yeah! Well-- okay not this Texas, but still Texas, it's... it's a whole multiversal thing." She waves her hand dismissively, as if to say you know how that is. You know. Like multiverse weirdness was common place.

She's practically on her tiptoes by the time Butch's horse comes into view, her eyes growing wide at the sight. She lets out a low whistle of her own. "Wow, she's awfully pretty! And well trained too, if she just comes to your whistle like that. I've seen horses more stubborn than their shoes before." A hand raises, to gently pet on the curious critter's nose. "Hi there Darlene! Aw you're such a good girl, aren't you?"

Butch doesn’t seem too alarmed by her morbid comment—if anything, he finds it almost endearing to hear such a cute colorful thing talking about something with such dark implications. All he can do is laugh and then he gives her smaller form a sweep with his eyes as she walks next to him, almost as if checking her out.

“Oh, my—well ain’t you th’ resourceful type~ So long's ya prep me right, I ain't got no complaints 'bout how ya'd eat me! Jus' wanna 'least be worth th' effort." He jokes back.

Butch’s tail flickers curiously the moment that familiar accent reaches his ears and he beams wide, “Yer from Texas too!?" Butch inquires, his voice raising considerably to match his excitement. He's yet to have run into someone in this modern era who's also from Texas, not that it's really all that significant but to him it's a form of connection.

"Well, no wonder we get on jus' dandy! In that case, it's time t' sprucin' up them skills!" Holding the bundle of sticks in one arm, he brings two fingers to his lips and gives a loud whistle that echoes through the area of forest they currently reside in. It takes all but five seconds before heavy hoof falls can be heard rapidly approaching and in a moments time, a large speckled horse with blonde fur slows to a stop near them, a soft whinny leaving her as she spots a new person. Stepping over, she extends her neck out to sniff at the short womans hair.

"Darlene, this's Bunni! Bunni--Darlene."

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Bunni snorts a laugh. "You could pull it off if it weren't for your height! Just smudge some dirt on your face, put you in a little news cap and short pants... have you walk on your knees maybe. See how far up you get a building then, though."

At first she leans into him, but at that look he gives she does her best impersonation of being scared, closed hand coming up to cover her mouth. "B-but-- but everyone knows ghosts aren't even real..!" It's acting-ception, pretending to be a scared girl who's trying to pretend she's not scared of ghosts!

"Waifish?" He snorts. "You make me sound like a sick little victorian kid or something." A hand waves at her in a dismissive pair of flicks. "Besides, I can handle myself. If trouble even looked my way, my ass would be halfway up a building."

He leans down to tap her on the nose, with a small smile and lowered eyelids. "But what are you doing on this end of town. Don't you know there's places around here that are haunted?" He wiggles his fingers in a OoooOOOoooOO gesture.

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"Hmm-- maybe you really have to play it up, instead! Like, tell me about how after your latest jewel heist your arch nemesis almost got the drop on you, but you managed to narrowly escape falling into the volcano by helicopter!" She pauses another moment. "Wait, no, then how am I gonna believe you when you actually tell me about that happening?"

Bunni rests her cheek against Artair's chest, smiling up at him. "Well! The first one I'm planning on seems strange for sure. But kinda run of the mill, too? There's some house on the edge of town kinda in the woods, apparently the guy who owned it was big into researching the supernatural until he went missing some years ago. But someone who was in the area recently said they heard noises and what they thought was laughter coming from inside the house."

"The fact that I'm saying it to you when you are my confidant should tell you how boring my week has been." Artair laughs, pushing just lightly at her shoulder. "What am I supposed to say if it really has been boring if saying that just means it was secretly action-packed?"

He smiles though, and his arms encircle her in a returned hug, resting over her own as he's lifted-- or as lifted as someone basically a foot shorter than him can manage. "Oh yeah? You should clue me in. Maybe I can help get you some extra info. If it's near here, I'm pretty much an expert on all things Cadence."

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The thing had been a nightmare. She has some experience with things like this, but not much. She's read about it more. Ones created from horrible, terrible things, with no thought or reason to be had. Just echoes of what created them, a cycle of pain and torment. When she had a clearer mind she often wondered how far the chain could go, if the thing created from violence could perpetuate the cycle and then make more of itself from the resounding trauma. Or maybe it would just make itself stronger. She didn't really know, but for once she wasn't thinking about it.

No, she's thinking about screams, and then silence. She's thinking about constant, rhythmic beeping.

But she focuses. She has to. And she sees Artair, looking back at her. Her gaze begins to flit over him, looking for injury or change. Her gaze settles on his eyes, before shifting away. "I'm-- yeah. I'm okay, I just..." A flittering half of a chuckle escapes her. "I was just worried is all. It looked like it was gonna get'cha!" Her partial smile falls, and one of her hands shifts with stiff motions to hold his. "...you promise you're okay?"

The shock of it all still has him stationary, eyeing the remains. Total destruction is a terrible thing to befall something that did not ask to be created, and something that would be mourned by no other. Still, there were few ways to handle an entity so violent and dangerous, made from the echo of what horrors had occurred within the walls of this place. There was no sentience to it, nor was there any clarity that would quell or stop the sadism and misconduct that formed a spirit like this. It is tragic, but there is no other way, sometimes.

Still. He can't help but imagine that last moment, that outstretched arm, was reaching for mercy, comfort, something so very human, that it makes him ache to imagine.

He knows it is a lie, he knows its fingers to be scalpels and a facsimile of a face sewn on and stitched wrong over blank, taut skin. He know there was medical equipment poking out of the seams where it has been stuffed inside. He saw the doctor's coat dusted grey with arsenic, the lobotomy needles, the syringes and pills overflowing from pockets, and the steam that rose like hot water from where feet would've been on something human. He heard the pulse of electric nodes that thrummed in rhythm like a macabre heartbeat. He heard the sound of an iron lung grating in the air and the whispers and muted screams that bled from it as it tried to speak, echoing old words that were likely said in the inception of its birth-- 'it's for your own good', and a dozen other words with authority to harm those so very vulnerable. Those in need of help they would not find here.

But the longer he has to come to terms with the tragedy of it all, the easier it is to realize something is happening with Bunni. Stinging bile lines his throat like a lasso that pulls too tight at the neck, and heat vies against the cold that threads his hands like needles. He looks at her, and he can see the way her pupils are blown with adrenaline, and the frosty grip on her bat. It is so tight it hurts to look at, her fingers pink and her knuckles bloodless with pressure. The bat is lowered, but the way she stares at the remains tells him she is not here. He knows that kind of feeling.

It is a terrible tragedy to be created without say and from nothing but malice, but it is just as terrible to be the end of such a thing. She had been ruthless and violent, but it would have needed to end either way. At least she had made it quick.

"Hey." His fingers move as he turns towards her, sidles closer. "I'm okay--- you did good." His hands find purchase against her own. They are frigid, but he doesn't mind. "It won't hurt anyone else..... it's okay. But.... are you? That was a lot. Are you.... are you okay, Bunni?"

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This cute dress for the dress up meme!

"Hey this is really cute, I like it a lot!! Super comfy, too!"

Art by @townofcadence !

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As the castle's owner comes into full view, Bunni has to keep herself from letting her jaw drop-- though the look in her eyes still gives her away. She was tall. And hot.

She tips her head back to be able to see the other's face, but avoids looking her in the eye directly. It's safest that way, until she knows what she's working with. She could be a vampire, on account of the sharp fangs, but vampires don't usually have such tall horns. A demon, perhaps? The castle's seeming ability to appear and disappear could denote something spiritual, or even just downright magical. And of course you could never rule out the fae, especially in the forest.

Her hand raises to rest delicately under Zora's, as she leans to plant a soft kiss to the back of her knuckles. (Sorry about the sparkly pink lip gloss mark.) She flashes her own grin in response to her host's. "I feel lucky to have found this place. I was starting to think I might get lost. Even luckier to be greeted by such a gorgeous host, and on a special night, too." Bunni's hand falls then, and she straightens back up.

"Please, call me Bibi." Her voice is just as chipper as ever. "And what may I address you as, my lady?"

The light of the flashlight reflects off of her eyes much like the eyes of a cat; the brightness doesn’t make her flinch, though. This one was so tiny compared to the male mortals she’s so used to devouring. Either a brave little thing or a very very stupid one, she thinks to herself, but why not have a little fun with it?

“It most certainly is, my dear~” Muses the vampiress as her tall form approaches the bluenettes much smaller one, her head canting somewhat to the side; she has made no attempt to disguise herself as it didn’t matter. Even if her victim was startled away, they would find that the door was jammed shut behind them, effectively sealing their fate.

Zora stops before the shorter being and extends an expectant and well manicured hand, waiting for a kiss to the back of it, her other resting at her hip. “It is much more… presentable during dusk hours, and you are a lucky one to have haunted by when you did. Tonight is to be rather special, and company brings me great joy.” She flashes a very sharp toothed grin. “So let me formally invite you to take part in the festivities I have planned for tonight. What is your name, tiny one?”

Last minute festivities, in fact, that she plans on ending with a special meal for herself. Company was cause for celebration afterall!

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"I guess you'll never really know! Just trust me, out of all the cowboys I may or may not know, you're one hundred percent, undoubtedly my favorite!"

She laughs as they pull apart, finger resting on her chin as she clearly sizes him up. "Ooh I dunno about that! If I wanted to eat you, and I was smart about preserving your body... I'd bet you could last me at least a month or two! Not even counting if I kept you alive and harvested you bit by bit~." She wiggles her fingers at him faux-threateningly.

After helping him gather his sticks like nothing happened, she follows after. "Ha! I grew up in Texas darlin', I may be outta practice but I've definitely ridden on a horse before!" She says, allowing her old southern accent to shine through.

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"Me? Yer favorite? Shucks, I'll bet I'm th' only cowboy ya even know!" Butch laughs at that, dropping the sticks he's accumulated and returning the hug only to have his eyes widen in surprise when she picks him up with ease and spins him around. He's both impressed and mayyyybe a little warm in the face after being so casually manhandled by such a pretty thing like her. Once his boots meet the ground again, he has to smirk somewhat at her choice of words, his tail giving a flick.

"Ain't much meat on these bones, darlin! But I'll say what meat is on 'em is pretty damn tasty." He muses, releasing her smaller frame and leaning over to pick up his sticks. He adjusts them in a bundle beneath one arm and winks at her before starting to head in the other direction.

"I like m'self a good ol' 'venturous gal~" He gives a wave, urging her to follow. “Ever ridden a horse b’fore?”

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"Erh--" Bunni makes a noise of uncertainty, looking between the guy pinned to the floor and her dear friend Doe. Her eyes glance towards the kitchen, and then back. "Just... hold him there for now, I guess." Of course, there was the question to be asked of why Doe was in her house to begin with, but she decides against it for the moment. It's not like it was any harm, and he did technically catch an intruder for her. Who knows what would've happened had he not been here.

Wait, she had insurance? It... made sense, she guessed, since she had the place. Why didn't she remember it, though? Agh, it doesn't matter right now! "I don't know what I'm gonna do about the window yet." Her voice comes out almost hesitant as she walks towards the kitchen to assess the damage. Lucky she hasn't taken her shoes off yet. "Did you get here before or after he broke in? I doubt he would've had time to steal anything important if you caught him right away."

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Bunni was not the kind to usually look so angry. And for all intents and purposes she wasn't as angry as she looked, but the throbbing headache certainly wasn't helping anything. She had even been in great spirits just a few moments ago! But then she got home, got ambushed in the form of a whack to the head, and now she's faced with John about half a second away from killing someone who had broken into her house. It might've just given her a migraine even without the hit to the head. "Agh... don't say it like that. Don't say it like killing is clearly the best option here!" A hand rubs down her face, and she hangs her bag on a hook next to the door. "Let's just make sure they didn't take anything first, okay? And then we're going to let them go. I'm sure you've scared them enough that we don't have to worry about them ever again. But if they do come back? I'll handle them."

Upon hearing this, he stares his companion down for a long, agonizing minute.  He stares at her unblinkingly, with his hair cautiously twitching behind him like a cat swishing its lowered tail in thought.  Always alluding to his minor thoughts, it often took more focus to stiffen his black feelers, anytime he felt a pinch of displeasement. 

Ah dammit, now that’s going to put a wrench in his plans for tonight's dinner.  This lowly creature would’ve made for a nice meal too.  Was he really in the mood to make some turkey again from his last leftovers?

For now he could only sigh with a flicker of disappointment washing over his exhausted looking features.  His shoulders droop a little.  His smile purses a tad bit too, pressing together almost in a fine line despite its forced curve.  That was always the fine limitation of this near perfect vessel of his.  John could never quite get the right expression out of this shell made of clay.

“Should I leave him tied to the old wood chair then, or–,” he idly pokes the bare tip of his knife to the robber’s forehead (being mindful, at least enough to NOT press his weight into flesh)–, “or just leave him to be comfortable on the cold floor then?  He broke in from your kitchen window, and left a bit of a mess of glass on the floor, Friend.  I’d mind your step if I were you.”  He blinks, pausing for a moment.  Clicking his teeth together, he speaks once more.  

…“I did not check if he stole anything yet though.”  Doe says.  “Would you want to board up the window for the next few days?  I don’t know what you guys would need to have it covered.  The ‘insurance’ around here sucks.”

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"He scare on my crow until I evacuate the cornfield."