WhereIsEveryone

"I'll have you know your mother thinks I'm pretty handsome." Bazael shot back with a grin of his own as he moved to grab the weapon that hung on the wall above his desk. He'd met a woman, recently. A wonderful woman with the most breathtaking golden eyes and a smile so warm it could de-frost even the iciest of hearts. Her mind, her personality, her body all screamed perfection and Bazael was more than eager to hear. She was his and he was hers.

	Tez didn't need to know all that though. The last thing that he needed was the man teasing him more than he already had. "And the woman only like you for that pretty face of yours. by the by." He said, taking up his weapon.

	It was a simple polearm with a handle made of dark wood and a blade made of a deep blue blade. The blade was single edged, allowing for swift slashes, and ended in a wicked looking point that looked like it could pierce of the thickest of armors. The other edge was serrated, able to rip flesh with relative ease. Bazael gave it a few test swings and once he was satisfied he slotted it into the holster on his back, glancing at Tez as he started for the door. "If you dared let a woman get close they'd find you were like... a cloud. All show and no substance." He smiled and unlocked the door. "Ready?"

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	"Mum?" She wandered, barefoot and teary eyed. Her clothes and hands and hair were caked in dark, dried blood. "You left me alone. Where are you?" At a distance she seemed like fairly average young girl, lost in the woods. Upon closer inspection, though, they'd see she was anything but.

	"Where is everyone?"