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[debtor]

Date & Time: January 15th, or whenever
Location: somewhere in the creepy castle/hotel/museum
Characters: Allen Walker, Howard Link, Rosette Christopher, Chrono, and anyone else in the castle who feels like dropping by at any point.
Summary: SOUL SHENANIGANS and whatever else your heart desires. Open to castle antics.
Warnings: ALLEN WALKER IS FINE

[Allen sure is super unconscious suddenly.

And gray. For some reason.]



[And you may have heard someone screaming "I'M FINE" repeatedly at themselves near the castle grounds a short while ago, strangely.]

Comments

[soul_sister]

Too bad your mutant giantism wont help you win!

[debtor]

I'd win, regardless!

But you should be careful not to strain yourself, when you have to reach the snowman's head.

[soul_sister]

I wont have any problem... your noodly physique, though...

[debtor]

Noodly-! I am not! [BEING COMPARED TO A NOODLE IS AS BAD AS A BEANSPROUT.]

[soul_sister]

Totally noodly. You look like you could blow away any second.

[Her tone is a challenge, but she ... is going back to grab a trio of bowls and drops them on the table. She WAS reheating stew after all.]

[debtor]

[TAKE THAT BAAAAACK.

Watching her, idly wondering who the third person living here is. Still defensively,] You couldn't knock me over if you tried.

[soul_sister]

I bet I could do it without straining a single muscle.

[The truth was the kitchen supplies was one of the few things left by the previous owners...

In the mean time, Rosette ladles generous portions into each bowl. Having been cooked by Chrono, it actually smells pretty good.]

[debtor]

I bet you couldn't even land a hit.

[...Cue stomach growl.]

[soul_sister]

Sounds like a bet~

[But still, she puts full, piping hot bowls in front of both Link and Allen's spots. The stew isn't anything fancy... heavy on the meat, potatoes and carrots are all else in the stock.

She's off to fetch utensils and her own bowl.]

[debtor]

[Ah. Pausing...]

It's all right if we-? [ eat half your stew!! ]

[soul_sister]

If you don't want your part, I'll eat it~

[debtor]

[No, he. he wants it.]

Well, as long as there's enough for you and Chrono...

[soul_sister]

It's my day for hunting, and we've got enough for dinner.

[She waves a hand, setting her own bowl down and dropping into the chair behind it.]

[debtor]

Then- thank you very much! [IT'S EATIN' TIME.

The stew doesn't last a minute.]

[soul_sister]

[She does tuck away her own at respectable speed but DAMN SON.]

Did you even taste that?

[debtor]

[Resists the urge to lick the bowl, that might be improper...]

Of course! It was delicious.

[soul_sister]

Heh... I'll let him know.


[She's only about half done with hers and well.... ..... not offering it up either. FRIENDSHIP HAS LIMITS.]

SO! Get comfortable, this might take a bit.

[debtor]

That's fine. [Sitting back in his chair. Quite used to finishing before anyone else.]

Chrono cooks, then?

[soul_sister]

Only because he complains when I do. He has no taste.

[debtor]

Picky eater, huh? I have a roommate like that...

But it's really nice to have someone who'll cook for you.

[soul_sister]

Mmm. He's really amazing.

[And there's a pause here. Normally, this is where she would just pull the conversation away from anything personal at all, but with everything she knew now... A little honesty was warranted.]

I'm lucky the Order let us stay together as partners.

[debtor]

[Whatever she's seen, he still has no desire to pry- but the way she phrased it...]

Why wouldn't they have?

[soul_sister]

Both demons and contractors are killed as a matter of routine. Though to be fair, most of them ARE doing terrible things. It's probably why we're an exception.

[She seems to put all of her attention on spearing a carrot in the stew, rather than anyone else at the table.]

[debtor]

[—Wait.]

Demons and—?

Is Chrono a demon?

[soul_sister]

[She nods, looking up at Allen.]

He tried to help too- Usually he can force a spirit out and send it back to its proper plane. I think the Noah was too powerful for an indirect method, though.