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"To those who would know about prom...  I have gained a formal dress but, I am unfamiliar with the rituals of painting one's face and adorning one's self with the spoils of war.  What if there is no war to gain spoils from?  Where will one gain adornment then?  How vexing...  I wish this to go off perfectly, or the quest reward may be unwanted."

[action] Front yard of 1128 Taylor Road

[Liz is tending her garden, and singing something in an odd language that if you use magic, understand magic, or are magic, but don't speak Lost Carcosan is one of the most frightening songs you've heard.  If you do understand it, its about clouds, butterflies and birdies.  She's planting butterfly bushes and lilacs]

[action] Elizabeth is downtown

[She's window shopping, pondering a bit, looking more at odds and ends than anything nice while humming the Auria for Everyone's soul, later she'll stop at the music store and play it on the piano while thinking]

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[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"The appearance of those who have that mindset are frequently why my master is called to carry out his duties. So far they all have been dealt with efficiently and violently. At least on my world."

[She grins a very dangerous looking grin]

[bitemescumbag.livejournal.com]

Tch. If there was a demon-police around maybe I wouldn't have had to bust my ass so much recently...

[The next part is muttered, mainly to himself.]

...Nah. Wouldn't have been as much fun if I hadn't.

[elevatoravatar.livejournal.com]

"Demon police... That is an interesting idea, perhaps if I ever return I shall tell it to the master."