MOLLYMAUK TEALEAF, i've seen you before

[malewife]

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[headmt]

[ Whispering, still loudly, to Niah: ]

Terribly picky, isn't he? I'm Mollymauk, by the way. Wonderful to meet you. Got a great coat on ya'.

[ He looks over though when the marionettes rattle, startling a bit and reaching to his waist like he expects there be something to grab there. ]

Right! Definitely not creepy at all. You know, I'm actually supposedly very good at dealing with ghosts. With my blood? It's a thing.

[malewife]

Don't try to steal my coat.

[ This is his. Niah tilts his head at Molly, but then sniffs the marionettes. It rattles again, but deeper into the room. Joonghyuk slows down as he hears

MAGIC? ]

What is your blood supposed to do?

[headmt]

Not you, the dog. And I got my own, so I don't need it.

[ Hm. Wandering over closer to the rattling, apparently trying to be very nonchalant. ]

All sorts of stuff. Ice. Glowing. Gives you headaches.

[malewife]

That is still my coat.

[ Niah is also his. He follows with a hand on the hilt of his sword. ]

Then if I cut you, you'll give the hypothetical ghosts a headache.

[ is that it ]

[headmt]

[ his arms and exposed chest are covered in scars, so it seems this is course of action. ]

Pretty sure it's not working at this moment, so I wouldn't try it.

[ hm. spotting a doll with a pair of horns, and starting to reach for it ... ]

[malewife]

[ Exposed Chest. Thanks. ]

Disappointing.

[ He would have liked to see it, but he doesn't stop Molly from reaching for that doll. Curious himself, he peers at it.

Is this

a Molly doll? WHO ELSE HAS HORNS IN HERE ]

[headmt]

[ yeah! sometimes you wear a really low cut shirt for like a reason. supposedly. it's sort of a dumb reason but it's still a reason. ]

Sorry to disappoint. Maybe next time?

[ and then he'll reach out and try and pick the doll up - which causes all of its eyes to roll around as it hisses out the MINE and Molly, does, in fact, yell. ]

[malewife]

[ INSTANTLY, HE COVERS MOLLY'S MOUTH, but it's too late. The touch has aggravated the evil voice. The distorted MINE echoes in this room and he looks around, trying to figure out the source, but every direction is met with glassy eyes...

They're still looking at them.

But they're out! And he still has his hand tightly over Molly's mouth. ]

[headmt]

[ Sorry, but a hand over his mouth isn't going to stop him from attempting to talk. Looking up at him, and then - partially mumbled because of, you know, the hand:]

In my defense, it was creepy as all fuck.

[malewife]

[ Please don't talk with his hand over your mouth. He pulls away, looking at his glove, then wiping it on Molly's sleeve. ]

I was prepared for the marionettes to kill us because of your yelling. [ ... ] But we got a strange voice.

You heard it?