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<Snowshoe> "Seriously, what happened."
<Bunton> He pats himself down and sits up.
<Bunton> "Well, first I died."
<Snowshoe> "I found your corpse, yeah."
<Bunton> "'At was a bit of a bugger."
<Bunton> He looks at you.
<Bunton> "What?"
<Snowshoe> "Your rotting corpse is about a mile into the woods that way." She points. "I know you died, I'm a bit more concerned about how the rest happened."
<Bunton> He stares at you.
<Bunton> "Um..."
<Bunton> "Well, I went to heaven... talked to some angels... not very nice, you know."
<Bunton> "Told me to kill Alana."
<Snowshoe> "And now you're back, and...?"
<Bunton> "And I didn't want to, but I din't want to go... hell either."
<Bunton> "And then the priest, and /he/ thinks I should do it too..."
<Bunton> "And now I'm drunk."
<Bunton> He lies his head down on the table.
<Bunton> "That's about the jist of it."
<Snowshoe> "The /priest/? You mean Mordicai?"
<Bunton> "'At's the one."
<Bunton> He looks sadly at you.
<Snowshoe> She stares at him. "Alright, so you and Mordicai want to kill Alana. What're you gonna do about that?"
<Bunton> He shrugs.
<Bunton> "I dunno."
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<Bunton> He sits back up and drains a shot glass.
<Snowshoe> "Again, seriously, what are you planning to do?"
<Bunton> "I don't /know/. Do it, I guess?"
<Snowshoe> "Why?"
<Bunton> "I don't know what else I /can/ do. I don't want to go to hell."
<Bunton> "Don't want to hurt anyone either, though..."
<Bunton> He looks so sad.
<Bunton> :(
<Snowshoe> "If you want to kill her, you're gonna have a hell of a time going about it."
<Bunton> "I know."
<Bunton> "Oh well, nothing for it."
<Snowshoe> "So you've got not just your soul at stake, but some poor girl's, and /now/ is the time you choose to get drunk?"
<Bunton> "Drink is the answer to everything."
<Bunton> He trips and falls over.
<Snowshoe> "... Seriously?"
<Bunton> He looks up at you.
<Bunton> Pleadingly.
<Snowshoe> "Alright, so I'm just gonna tie your wrists and gag you now, and you're gonna go along with it, and I'm gonna put you behind my house until we can have a nice chat with me n' you n' Alana and we can get this sorted out. And you're gonna hold your shit together while that happens."
<Bunton> "...okay."
<Bunton> He lies down and closes his eyes.
<Snowshoe> "Kay." Straal grabs his arm and heaves him up into a stand, then walks him houseward. "Not gonna drag you through the town like that."
<Bunton> He stumbles to his feet.
<Bunton> "kay."
<Bunton> Houseward he goes.
<Snowshoe> Straal arrives, leaves him by the front door, then goes and grabs herself some rope. "You think you can not be a mindless idiot while we discuss this? Because I know someone who'll probably knife you in the gut if you can't keep it together."
<Bunton> He nods.
<Snowshoe> Straal grabs a chair from inside and pulls it out the front door and around to the back of the house. "C'mon."
<Bunton> He goes and sits.
<Snowshoe> Straal ties his hands. "Get cozy, you're probably gonna be out here all night."
<Bunton> He's already asleep.
<Snowshoe> Straal shakes her head, then goes inside to sleep.