There are few monsters as dangerous as a beast with the heart of a poet. @_Hostile_17_? Would you care to make this easy? // {SV RP 18+} #VanHelsingRP#BPRP
@CursingFriar@FlashBangScud@WitchyAura -- his pocket.} We're so sorry for troubling you, Madam. Have you, by chance seen this man? Likely in the company of two young men --
@CursingFriar@FlashBangScud@WitchyAura -- {Fixing the portly woman behind the counter with a disarming smile, he stepped forward, pulling the sketch of @_Hostile_17_ from --
@CursingFriar@FlashBangScud@WitchyAura -- shall be back in your bed and breakfast, writing to your superiors of our glorious triumph. {clearing his throat} Pardon me! --
@CursingFriar@FlashBangScud@WitchyAura -- up to full height, he pushed open the door, holding it open for #Carl as he stepped through.} {murmuring} Courage, Carl. Soon, you --
@CursingFriar@FlashBangScud@WitchyAura -- trick the eye into thinking a grown man had vanished without a trace. Perhaps our quarry is closer than we realized.
{Drawing himself -
@CursingFriar@FlashBangScud@WitchyAura -- reaching to grasp at the air.} People cannot simply dematerialize, Carl. The Dead, however... Mist. Sands. Bats. All of which can --
@CursingFriar@FlashBangScud@WitchyAura {Brow slowly lifting as the frosted glass pane blew open and slowly drifted shut to the tinkle of bells, he stepped quickly forwards, --