Haven Inbox

[magicisreal]

IC Inbox thingy for Haven threads of awesome and peril and adorable. Bring the action.

...Or the phonecall.

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[magicisreal]

Oh, his options for killing are far more numerous than simple human murder.

[In truth, Rose is in no mood for pieces of this bizarrely sincere slapstick routine. The tiny-improvement coin she paid to see a reaction from Tsuna put her right back down at the bottom of the dark anxiety well. Building a home here seems ill-advised, particularly with her heart pounding so damn hard instead of offering hints of clever half-smiles.]

[memlost]

Ha ha ha. I'm glad you have so much faith in my creative ability! [ Creative killing ability... ] But don't worry. I haven't killed anyone here yet. There was Sasha, but I was only one-ninth of that effort. And he... or she was a machine of some sort. Would that count as murder?

[zeropoints]

[A constipated expression and some vague shrugging is his only answer because beats him!! Who the heck knows?

He presses his lips together, his mouth doing something that's a cross between a smile and a grimace. Creative killing ability... simple human murder... It's simultaneously funny and worrying that these are the two people he lives with.]

I-I'm very worried! You two can be crazy when you want to be -- and who knows what could happen here!! This place is crazy, too...

[magicisreal]

Sasha? I'm not familiar with that name.

[It does her good to listen to them babble. They become more real, more solidly Morgan and Tsuna. Less likely to be zapped or stabbed on a whim.]

[memlost]

Sasha! I guess he was a little before your time. Some Yao scientists came in to inject us all with medicine once, and if you refused, they had Sasha shoot you with a gun.

[ A gun out of like... four. Oh, that Sasha. ]

One of my friends got fed up with it, so we cooked up an ambush. Remember how I used to limp a little? It was from that!