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Started September 30, 2020 by Deleted user

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Vozreal ws sitting at the head of the table and he vibed

Nyx was vibing in her room as well, eating her steak (which was really very good) and drinking her ginger ale, humming softly to herself.

He began humming as well

Nyx eventually finished eating and brought her plate downstairs. She was still in her gown, and she looked fabulous.

Beckett tapped the fingers he could still move onto the table. He turned to face Peppermint, and leaned in towards her.
"What d'you think's up with the humming?" he stage-whispered to her. "It's like being locked in a room with a tone-deaf bird. Like a woodpecker, but with less rhythm."

"Still looking good!" He commented as she put it in the sink. It began to wash itself

"By the way, I can hear you." He stated to Beckett

Beckett raised his eyebrows in mock surprise.
"Shit, we're found out!" he whispered to Peppermint, in the same tone as before. He fidgeted with the table cloth, rubbing the material between his index figure and thumb.

It was made from the finest of table cloth. He sighed. He was finished with eating.
He went to his room. He summoned a creature from the 7th circle of hell itself.
"Get back, ya bitch!" He shouted, loud enough for Nyx to hear, the shout followed by a whip sound

Peppermint giggled, nodding along. "It could be worse," she stage-whispered back. "He could be singing." The girl grinned, giggling again.

"I said GET BACK!!" He roared

"God, no, not singing," Beckett groaned, sinking back in his chair. "I went to school with theatre kids, Pepper, d'you have any idea how much singing I had to endure? So much. Every single break minute I wasn't in class, I was listening to a dozen different showtunes at once. I probably have some memorized by now, and I've never even looked them up."

"BACK FROM WHERE YOU CAME!!" If you couldn't tell, he tried to summon a person but ended up summoning a hellcreature.

"Theater… kids? What're those?" Peppermint's eyes were wide. "I know what theater is, and kids, too. But not together."

Beckett raised an eyebrow at the noise coming from upstairs.
"Maybe we should head outside," he suggested to Peppermint, nodding towards the ceiling. "Sounds like Mr. I-Listen-To-Too-Much-Orson-Welles is having some issues, and I don't wanna be down here when whatever he did comes to bite us."

"Theatre kids, Pepper, are kids who're submerged up to their necks in theatre," Beckett said. "It can be great and all–I really do love them, they're most of my friends–but they can also be…a lot. Very loud. Sometimes off-key and loud, which is two of the worst things a person can be. Also extremely hyperactive, you don't want to invite a group of them into your shop after a show, I'll tell you that."

The beast went out of control and ran downstairs
"COME BACK!!!" He said, chasing it.
It almost attacked Beckett and Peppermint, had it not be for Vozreal grabbing it and banishing it back to hell.
"Sorry, I had some technical difficulties." He ran back upstairs

Beckett didn't even flinch at the creature. It took more than that to rattle him. Honestly, he wasn't even sure if he could be rattled, after how poorly this past year had gone.

"What was that? It looked cute. Kinda like my big bro, with its-" The girl clapped a hand over her mouth. "I'm not supposed to talk about that!" Peppermint giggled, swinging her legs back and forth. "Yeah, let's go outside. Are there any candy stores open?"

Ivchenko glanced at the creature, but returned focus to the ongoing conversation between the other two. Given his origins, he wasn’t that fazed at its appearance.

"I dunno," Beckett shrugged. "I'm not from here, I was just sort of passing by. We can find one, though."
He left out that he was practically a runaway, the kid didn't need to know that. If (begrudgingly) driving across a dozen or so states was what it would take to clear his head of whatever was going on, then so be it. He'd have hitchhiked if he could, but he wasn't about to trust a stranger with his life. He could barely trust himself.

"Yeah, let's go find one! I'm not from here, either. I'm from the Grand Line! I usually stay with Big Sis in Cacao Land, 'cause she lets me stay there. I like my Big Sis. Well, Big Sis Pudding. I like my other sisters too, but she's my favorite. And Big Bro Katakuri's my favorite brother! Did you know he's 48? He's really old, isn't he? But not as old as Big Bro Perospero! He's 50!" Peppermint giggled, swinging her legs. The girl wasn't quite sure how she'd ended up wherever she was, but she didn't really care.

“May I join you two, then? I’m also not from here, so that makes the three of us…” Ivchenko commented, leaning over.

(Hullo I'm back sorry I went to bed 😂)
Nyx, startled by the yell and the whip, and even more startled by the creature, had promptly rushed upstairs to get her belt. Now, buckling it around her waist, not caring that it looked funny with her dress, she came back downstairs in a swish of burgundy silk.

"I got it under control, Nyx." He commented, not wanting to scare her off.