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[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ He's dreaming. He has to be.

But even once Valmont's done rubbing his eyes in disbelief, they're still there. All twelve talismans, lined up nice and neat on his nightstand.

Well then. He still doesn't know what's going on with this world, but if it brought the talismans here, to him... he might not dislike it quite so much as he did before.

And so, if you see a guy this weekend levitating around town, occasionally shooting fire out of his hands and/or laser beams out of his eyes, and looking giddier than anyone here has ever seen him... Well. That's probably V. Feel free to talk to him/try to keep him from blowing up something of yours. He's in a good mood. He might listen. ]

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[whitehairedprettyboy]

[ Well. He wasn't expecting the fox to absorb his attack. Let's see how well it can absorb eye laser beams, then! Or how well Micchy can. Really, he's not fussed who gets hit at this point. ]

You really might want to give up, you know.

[grapeeater]

[He takes a direct hit, and growls in pain and frustration.]

Never.

[Though he does try to flip up the lockseed, but it won't stay closed.]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

If you insist.

[ Have some more laser eyes, then. Valmont's pretty sure he's got the upper hand in this fight. ]

[grapeeater]

[He does, unfortunately. Micchy takes a few more shots at him with the gun, but he's wearing down. Maybe he should withdraw...]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

Are you sure you don't want to surrender? Perhaps if you do we can discuss why you're so hostile towards me. Really, just because I defeated you in that battle earlier...

[ He pauses in his lasering for a moment, just in case the boy wishes to answer. ]

[grapeeater]

You didn't defeat me.

[His Vulpix is getting really worried now, though. She yips at him, trying to get him to back up. No, no, no! No more fighting!]

[whitehairedprettyboy]

I certainly didn't lose to you. And will you shut up that creature of yours? [ He'd cover his ears, but when one of your hands is currently capable of blasting fire... Even with immortality and healing, he'd rather not risk it. ]

[grapeeater]

I -

[She leaps up, trying to paw at his armor.]

Tch. Fine. Let's go.

[He turns a bit. He's not running away. He's just putting it on hold. But she runs off after him. Wait up, friend!]