<Ex-Rumia>: Ah... much needed peace has been found...
<SnipeHeart>: Hello.
<Ex-Rumia>: Hey ya...
Ex-Rumia winces, holding her arms close to her body, her skin raw red.
<SnipeHeart>: Sun burn?
<Ex-Rumia>: Worst. Preists.
<SnipeHeart>: Oh...
<Ex-Rumia>: Bastards are all over the place. It's like the Vatican or whatever decided to hold a parade.
Ex-Rumia sighs, her skin slowly returning to it's peach-like color.
<Ex-Rumia>: Right...
<SnipeHeart>: Anything exciting happen for you?
<Ex-Rumia>: Besides dodging a few priests? Nah.
<Ex-Rumia>: What about you?
<SnipeHeart>: Very sore, but fine nonetheless.
<Ex-Rumia>: Sore huh? What have you been up to?~
<SnipeHeart>: N-Nothing that'd interest you...
<Ex-Rumia>: Oh?~ You sure?~
<SnipeHeart>: Y-Yeah. I'm sure.
<SnipeHeart>: Right... So what did you do today, Rumia?
Charlotte reenters holding a notebook and a fountain pen.
<Ex-Rumia>: Me? Oh the usual.
<Charlotte>: Well, hello, darlin's.
<SnipeHeart>: Hello, Charlie.
<Ex-Rumia>: Eh, oh hey~
<Charlotte>: How're things?
Charlotte moves to Martin's desk and perches on its edge, putting the notebook and pen onto it
<SnipeHeart>: Sore but good.
<Charlotte>: Sore, huh?
<Charlotte>: Who's been messin' you about?
<SnipeHeart>: Nobody.
<SnipeHeart>: I'd rather not talk about it...
<Ex-Rumia>: Why not?~
Charlotte raises an eyebrow.
<Charlotte>: Guy like you don't need that kinda thing, surely.
<Ex-Rumia>: Don't tell me you found another girl already, have you?~
<Charlotte>: Hey, hey.
<Charlotte>: He said in weren't nobody else.
<Charlotte>: It, sorry.
<Charlotte>: You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?
<SnipeHeart>: What're you thinking?
Ex-Rumia grins at Charlie.
Charlotte grins back.
<Charlotte>: Aw, 's a lonely life.
<SnipeHeart>: ...
SnipeHeart doesn't like the look of this.
Charlotte begins rocking backwards and forwards in mirth.
<Ex-Rumia>: Perhaps...
<SnipeHeart>: Perhaps what?
Charlotte sighs, smiling.
SnipeHeart looks at Charlie.
<SnipeHeart>: What're you two thinking?
<Charlotte>: Don't worry 'bout it, darlin'.
<Ex-Rumia>: Eh heh heh~
<SnipeHeart>: It's kind of hard not to worry about it.
<Charlotte>: Really, darlin', it's nothin' that'll harm ya.
<Charlotte>: 'Less, o' course, you read the horror stories.
Ex-Rumia chuckles
Charlotte chuckles suddenly.
<Charlotte>: Pretty sure of yourself, ain'tcha, hon?
<Ex-Rumia>: Well it's true.
<Charlotte>: Suitchaself.
<SnipeHeart>: What're you talking about now?
<Charlotte>: Aw, nothin' for you ta worry 'bout.
Charlotte grins.
<Ex-Rumia>: Much.
<SnipeHeart>: ...
<Charlotte>: Much.
Ex-Rumia giggles
Charlotte tilts her head at Rumia.
Charlotte bursts out laughing.
<Charlotte>: Oh, my days...
Charlotte moves round to sit on the chair.
<Ex-Rumia>: What? It's an honest question.
<Charlotte>: Oh, dear, dear, dear...
<SnipeHeart>: Will someone just tell me what you two are talking about?
<Charlotte>: Sorry, hon, I'm not blamin' ya.
<Charlotte>: Rumia darlin' just asked how I can say hi to her an' Morri so eay.
<Charlotte>: Easy, I mean.
<SnipeHeart>: Uh-huh.
<SnipeHeart>: So what about what I shouldn't worry "much" about?
<Ex-Rumia>: I mean, most psychic's at least get severe headaches or so when trying.
<Charlotte>: (Psychics, hon.)
<Ex-Rumia>: (Whoops)
<Charlotte>: (No need for the 'postrophe)
<Ex-Rumia>: (ty)
<Charlotte>: (No problem, sweetie)
<Charlotte>: I'm not most psychics, am I?
<Ex-Rumia>: True, still curious though.
<Charlotte>: It's pretty simple.
<Charlotte>: Martin was havin' a play 'round before.
<Charlotte>: Think of an ability you guys can use.
<Charlotte>: Anythin' ya like.
<Ex-Rumia>: Hm... like the Ghost's magic, or my own source of power, yeah?
<Charlotte>: The Ghost?
<Charlotte>: That's kinda mean.
<Charlotte>: But, yeah, those kinda powers.
<Charlotte>: Gimme an example, an' I'll give you one back.
<Ex-Rumia>: Okay... say, her fire based spells, or even the light based ones.
<Charlotte>: So we'll call fire, shall we?
<Charlotte>: Burnin' stuff.
Ex-Rumia nods
<Charlotte>: This one time, at Ba-
Charlotte begins coughing
<SnipeHeart>: Ba?
Ex-Rumia sweatdrops
<Charlotte>: Oh, shit, sorry...
<Charlotte>: Bit of a frog in the throat.
Ex-Rumia waves it off
<Ex-Rumia>: No worries.
--- Aquamancia is away (Auto away)
<SnipeHeart>: It's fine.
<Charlotte>: Yeah, anyways, this one time in Barcelona, me an' Martin were lookin' for contacts.
<Charlotte>: Turns out there's a small cultist group that's down there.
<Charlotte>: Or rather, there was.
<Charlotte>: They were ol' school sun worshippers.
<Charlotte>: Firey fellas.
<Charlotte>: Thing is, they were 'bout to smoke us, pardon the pun.
<Ex-Rumia>: Heh heh.
<Charlotte>: So what does Martin do?
<Charlotte>: Pulls out a fresh batch o' his magic dust and washes his hands in the stuff.
<Charlotte>: I got no clue what's in it, he told me afterwards it was some kinda polar functional groupie doo dah.
<Charlotte>: Most of his chemistry goes riiiiight over my head.
--- Aquamancia is back
<Charlotte>: But whatever it was, lo an' behold, he clicks his fingers.
<Charlotte>: Let there be light.
Charlotte sits back in the chair.
<Charlotte>: Quicker'n' you can say "That's some hot stuff, darlin'", he sends a spurt o' flame at 'em.
<Ex-Rumia>: Huh...
<Charlotte>: Took 'bout forty seconds after that.
<Charlotte>: The stench was ungodly.
<Charlotte>: You can't say he don't get the job done.
*** Xenito quit (Ping timeout)
<Ex-Rumia>: Heh.
<Charlotte>: But in any case, after that, the cult kinda cut their whole "We gotta sacrifice you t'the sun" lark.
<Charlotte>: Wow'd 'em proper.
<Charlotte>: That's the thing, you got all this magic, and frankly, it ain't.
<Charlotte>: An' who's to say your hell, or Akomi's heaven's the real one?
<Charlotte>: Who knows what the afterlife is?
Ex-Rumia shrugs
<Ex-Rumia>: I'd argue, but that's for you to find out, yeah?