Knife begins reorganizing and reinserting the tools before delivering a sharp electric shock to After's body.
"For your information, I'm actually trying to do something to bring him back. Because I'm that good at stuff."
Edited by MadameButterflyKnife on Jul 11th 2020 at 9:47:32 AM
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised."If you need some more voltage I'm more than happy to provide some."
Hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying inside(Robin and Maurice eagerly raise their hands.)
"Let one of us carry her! C'mon!"
"Because if Chey does it, this murder mystery will needless to say turn into "Call The Midwife"!"
(Maurice laughs.)
"Wait, what d'you mean?"
"What the hell...? What is this feeling, like someone's.... inserting devices into my body......"
"Hey Death, what happens if I-"
Suddenly I disappear from the Realm of the Dead, and my now very much alive body lurches forward violently. I grab Knife by the shoulders, my eyes wide and bloodshot, and I scream:
"It was the Butler! The Butler butler did it!"
she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monsterCustard immediately stops her own attempt to shock After to life.
"...We figured as much about the Butler thing."
Edited by CustardAndPie on Jul 11th 2020 at 8:53:38 AM
Hey how you doing well I'm doing just fine I lied I'm dying inside"Aw, bugger."
"I got a better idea; Let's carry Ford!"
(Robin and Maurice turn to look at Ford and smile big, vicious smiles at him.)
"oh, belgium"
(Meanwhile, Chey brandishes her gunstick.)
"So, where is the son of a smeghead?"
Edited by EeveeGirlChey on Jul 11th 2020 at 6:55:25 AM
"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you...."(Robin picks Ford up and carries him.)
"Put me down right now!"
(Robin laughs, then passes him to Maurice.)
"What the smegging smeg are y'all doing?!"
"We're playing Pass the Prefect."
"Put my smegging husband down! I'm getting fed the smeg up of y'all's antics today. We're supposed to be hunting for a homicidal butler!"
"Oh."
(Maurice puts Ford down.)
"We're sorry..."
"Yeah, sorry..."
(Robin and Maurice then take gunsticks from Chey's bag.)
A fox promptly lands on the ground in a tangled heap.
He looks... done.
Also he's wearing a blindfold made of weed.
Hail majestic corporate light, heaven born and ever bright!Kafka numbly takes off his weed blindfold and hands it to Knife.
Hail majestic corporate light, heaven born and ever bright!

The Parafox tears universes asunder.
In a distant realm, an Absol paces back and forth in the empty lobby of a dingy little hotel. He doesn't understand... they were just off to meet some fellow with money, right? Weren't they going to come back for him? What's keeping them?
Gods. They probably got wrapped up in some wonderful little adventure, as they do, and here he is stuck not knowing where they are. He's probably never going to find them again, and his one chance at wringing an interesting experience out of his sudden transportation to an unfamiliar world has passed him by. The thought actually kind of depresses Seth, and he stops pacing, solemnly taking a seat on a little wooden bench.
Nobody else is around. Not even a receptionist. He's stuck here, alone with his-
"-gejqfebuiwhkfjaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
...what the fuck.
By the time Seth has comprehended that, yes, that is a vaguely fox-shaped tear in reality that just manifested in front of him, he has been sucked into it. Everything becomes a whorl of colour and screaming, and it feels like it lasts forever-
- and then he's suddenly bouncing across hard soil.
Princess Sennen of Kharland, by contrast to Seth, is not alone. But she certainly wasn't expecting interruptions, either. She just wanted to look through this library for info on her mark and be done with it.
The warped fur and terrible screeching is there for only a fraction of a second. But it's long enough to leave her reeling a little. She quickly shakes the feeling off, decides not to question what she just saw, and heads inside.
Shio Manami barely even notices the fox. But he notices her.
He struggles to think of words to describe what he is looking at. None come. He can't even find a way to convey how he feels - the sheer inexplicability of the thing before him has wiped his emotions away.
...of course now is when he gets stable enough to fully comprehend what he's looking at. Now, when he's confronted with a being who defies comprehension.
Manami shifts her weightnote slightly, and Kafka is sent spiraling off again.
superheroes is kill
no
Kafka feels almost completely grounded at his final stop. He gets the feeling he'll be back to normal soon enough... he just hopes it's in his own world that it happens.
He takes the chance to look around. He's in the foyer of a perfectly normal multi-room apartment, at least, as far as he can tell. The open doors lead to a kitchen and a living room, both of which look perfectly mundane, if messy. There are two closed doors. One has a cannabis leaf poster on it, and emits a powerful stench of weed. The other emits the sound of a very noisy fight.
Based on the less than stellar first impressions, Kafka has no intentions of trying to open either door. Just as he's about to sneak into the kitchen and see if he can pilfer a snack, however, the ganja door flies open.
One whiff of the sheer drug-powered reek that comes from the open door, and Kafka is spiralling out into the void one last time.
Potato stands there, in a state of shock. She knew the bong was a powerful implement, but hallucinatory foxes... that was a new one.
...wait.
Hold on.
This isn't his home.
Actually... where the fuck is he?
Edited by DubhKafkaesque on Jul 11th 2020 at 2:46:42 PM
Hail majestic corporate light, heaven born and ever bright!