Are we making chowder today?
I shall have to run to the market.
| origin | dirt 01 |
| Source material | epic battle fantasy |
Blue Ouriae
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The ever present darkness, destroyer of all things, guardian of the multiverse.
@CsaelOuriae "How many Rebecca's even are there?"
@AM666 "It can't very well stand up, now, can it? Ceiling is a bit low." Blue retorted, before throwing back the concoction The Corsair had brewed. Instantly she felt better, and to her surprise, the giraffe simply vanished into a puff of thick black smoke. "What the FUCK happened?"
@CsaelOuriae "If you think that's best, I'm not arguing with you."
@CsaelOuriae "Tomatoes essentially bred themselves not to be digestible, humans are just a very sturdy folk."
@CsaelOuriae "Clam chowder. The nice young ladies I work with collected some." Blue paused. "Should probably have someone do a quick check it's safe for you to eat those."
@CsaelOuriae "That sounds absolutely lovely. I would greatly appreciate the company."
Blue fell to the ground, with her hands covering her head.
"THAT BURNS! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT? MAKE IT STOP!"
Blue narrowed her eyes.
"I don't believe in destiny, fate, or fixed points. You can go to hell, and she can leave." Blue waved dismissively at the woman that looked like her wife. "This battle would be done already if you two weren't here, throwing off my thaumatic field."
@TheDoctor @CsaelOuriae "Excuse me." Blue held up her hand. "Not feeling good. Sorry." She winced. "Time travel and dimensional duplicates."