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Hershey watches as the iguana rushes out the door. She stares at the door for a little bit before walking back up the stairs and to the saloon. She curls up by Karie's feet and begins to groom herself.

OOC: That elf. "Mreoow-eoow? <Who you meeting up with? Can you tell me that? How about who you're friends are?>" The cat inquisitively wagged it's tail back and forth, while giving off hints of childish curiosity in her voice. Karie nodded. She felt ready. Although, her track record of saying something and following up on it was slightly skewed. "I do."

Karie twiddled her thumbs, hesitant to hear his story. However, she knew he had to get it off his chest somehow, so perhaps now would be the best time since it seemed everyone had left. The banging on the door seemed to stop, as a silence fell over the hall. "If it's something you feel I need to know, then yes." Hershey stands up, stretching herself before getting close to Iggy and sniffing him. "Mraoow-aooow? <Iggy? Cool name. So, planning a jail break, I see? Well, it seems this nice elf coming along here will do so. Mind if I follow?>" The elf opens the door, as Hershey looks out to the busy streets. "Mreow. <Or are you going alone?>"

"If you'd like to talk about something, go ahead. It's just... at least not now on my end. I've gone through enough with those demons that bringing up what happened at the club might make me get... too emotional." The banging from the front doors hit Karie's ears. It wasn't hard to notice as it seemed as if it was the only other noise besides her and Sorrow talking. She looked over only to see an iguana bashing the front doors. "I swear, if it damages that door..."

Hershey watches the iguana run it's way across the floor and down the stairs. She begins to follow him and watches him attempt to open the door. "Mreeeow. Mreooow?<Hey. You look a little lost. The name's Hershey. Care to share yours, Mr. Iguana?>" She sits down in front of the doors, her tail sweeping across the floor.

"Not right now, at least. It's... more than a little personal..." Damn it. "Well, they do some of the stuff the Town Watch can't do. What that entails I'm not entirely sure... I also would be out and about doing stuff like I do with Heroica, but quests often get in the way, you know. So I usually don't have time to assist in some of the other things that go on in the city."

While walking backwards, Karie walks into a table, nearly dropping the jug and the glass. She puts them down, takes a deep breath then walks towards Sorrow, sitting down again and returning to her hushed tone. "There was... an incident at the club. It's... a little touchy. It happened two years ago but the image is still drilled into my skull. Sorry, but if I'm gonna talk about, it has to be somewhere a little more... private." "As for the Syndicate, Masson's the head. They're a Town Watch off shot. I simply help out when I can, moving things, looking through the books, that kind of stuff." Karie tried to make her half lie as convincing as possible, but Sorrow seemed like he was intelligent enough. She hoped he'd but it to rest at that, but it was anyone's guess.

Karie turns around at Sorrow's question, walking backwards, avoiding all the spills and chairs expertly. She respond's in her usually sarcastic voice. "With Heroica in the day and the Syndicate in the night, I wish!"

"Once upon a time." Karie responds wistfully. She picked up the jug and the glass. "Nah, it's okay, I got this." Karie begins to walk towards the bar, her hands filled with the glass and the jug.

"Oh, yeah, I suppose I'm sort of like that. I always got a solo back at the cabaret, almost every night. When I wasn't performing a solo, I was usually involved in some other act." Karie grabs the jug in an attempt to pour herself some more water, but quickly realizes it's empty. "Well... crud."

"As in loud? Yeah. Projection is something I seem to have an innate talent for. Same with my vocals. I'm just somewhat of a loud person. Usually. Ninety five percent of the time." Karie leans back on her chair, Hershey wisely moving her tail away from the teetering seat.

"Oh no, I've heard that too. I suppose they called her the "Cat Burglar" for more than one reason." Karie wasn't sure of what to do next. It seemed as if a hush had descended upon the hall. Karie could hear cups hitting the tables, not a first, but clearly the activity had died down. "You ever notice how the moment certain people leave the hall, everyone goes quiet, but the moment they return, it's like someone knocked over a bee's nest? Noisy, and incredibly busy. Often times incredibly angry as well."

On a more serious note, I really hope Lego releases Casey Jones and Karai as figures, there the two that really need to get the Lego treatment. As well, Kirby O'Neil would be nice to see, although you could probably sub in Boromir's head for him. I'll wait and hold my judgement on the sets based on the movie until I see them, because they could still be salvaged for parts. Other than that, rather psyched!

"So you mean... he had the hots for..." Karie turns back, scanning the saloon for him to no avail. She turns cautiously back to Sorrow, speaking in a hushed voice. "Okay, real creepy." "Mreoow?"

Oh boy, I wonder who this statement's aimed towards.

Same. I'd have no problem with it. As well, I think I've figured something out. Heroica Hall + Guts = Lots of Roleplaying in the Hall Thread. Heroica Hall - Guts = Dead Silence in Heroica Hall.

Karie rolls her eyes sarcastically, a broad smirk running across her face. "Alright, I suppose I'm equally as guilty as you are when it comes to beating ourselves up." She took another drink from her glass full of water, the glass as dry as a desert. "Sorrow, me and Benji started to talk, and he had this weird look on his face when I got up to fight that one legged drunkard. Do you know what's up with that? Particularly if he's got Wolfgang ties?"

Yeah, I didn't think anyone would get it. Oh well, I tried. I didn't even realize that! That has go to be not only the best unplanned foreshadowing, but probably the greatest piece of unintentional irony I've ever had the opportunity to write! Never in a million years could I foresee that to bite me in the rear end!

Since it seems no one got the reference, here's what Hershey's name is a reference to.

It's not. Endgame's already told me his whole plan for his grand finale, and Home, Sweet Home is not the finale.

CURRENT SIGN UPS FOR QUEST 83 Grimwald Gjinko- Level 12.5 Cleric (LordoftheNoobs) Heckz Brutenhal- Level 13.5 Mage (EricSu) Elgar Gligin- Level 22.3 Druid (Jedi master Brick) Arasmyth RuGard- Level 15.5 Evoker (Kadabra) Erdathcath Madilinas- Level 19.5 Druid (The_Customizer) Atramor Gibbin- Level 30 Regulator (CallMePie) Purpearl Berthadhiel- Level 1 Mage (purpearljellyblob) Tarn Valco- Level 24 Raider (Rumble Strike) Avalanche- Level 1 Barbarian (Dragonfire) Hershey growls at the gnome as he walks off, attempting to swat at him as he passes by. "Look, Sorrow... god, I'm such an idiot! Look, I'm just worried is all. I managed to lose one person who cared for me to the point he would kill himself for me... but I don't want to see you more hurt than you already are. If there's something you want to talk about, I'll be here. Most of the time."

"Don't beat yourself like that! Sorrow, I'm here, and I care. You're the closest to actual blood I have, and vice versa. Does my existence not mean anything, Sorrow?" Karie looked quite serious as she looked Sorrow over.

I really need to catch up with Korra before becomes a chore and need to set a day aside to watch it. Mainly due to Shezow chewing up all of my time. The best way to put it is if Danny Phantom had a more punny, bizarre Canadian-Australian brother. As well, his power isn't cross-dressing. His powers come from his late aunt's ring. It just so happens in order to tap into said powers he needs to turn into Shezow (he's still a male under the outfit too). If you renamed the Lazer Lipstick something else, like Lazer Cutter, or his SheSP as plain old ESP, he'd still be an awesome superhero. It's the fact that his abilities are somewhat feminine and still awesome is what I think sets it apart from the rest of the crowd. The one thing I'll complain about is the pacing: it's really awkward. Other than that, I feel it's going to get a cult following. And we're only in season one.

"As of right now, yeah. I still haven't gotten over the whole adopted thing, but I feel better than when I, say, got back from Brendenton. I've got Masson now, and a new job. I've got Hershey over here, and I suppose despite our rocky start, it's good to sort of get to know you." Karie picked Hershey up and set her on her lap. Hershey slumps and lays there, grooming herself.

"I... guess." Karie wondered how much Sorrow actually cared for her. Would his good include coming to terms with her? She began to ponder what she was here for. Karie continues to pet Hershey. "Mreo-eoow."