Snow in the Summer

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Who: Avery Atchison, Jailbreak, Valvatorez, Hieke, Héctor, Puella Tempus, James Griffin, Ekkehardt Gehring
What: A mission to stop a queen who just can't let it go.
Where: A museum ice manor in Germany, August 20th.
Warning: Violence, disturbing imagery, one (1) yandere

[No top text here. Will instead be breaking everything down into sections. Make sure to hit up the plotting post if you haven't already!]

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[arcadianvampire]

Valvatorez looks up to the icy manor, looking... well, generally unfazed by its appearance. It was impressive, for sure, and even beautiful in a rather haunting way. But it was rather clear that Avery wasn't taking any of this well. It was clear he was wound up tighter than a spring, and actual trepidation in his eyes was something that was... unseen before.

"...Never thought I'd see the day that you looked somehow worse than when you got food poisoning from eating a Hollow. Yet here we are." It's not said in any sort of hostile or dismissive tone, though the lack of levity in his voice was still pointedly obvious. Val was as serious as ever, and he could tell that his friend was not okay. "...Anything you need to get off your chest before we go in there?"

He figured Avery wouldn't exactly openly talk about what was bothering him. But even if he could only pull a snide remark out of Avery, that would be something. Might get his head back into it.

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"Yeah. I hate ice. Never even liked winter that much. It's even worse when it starts to butt in on Summer?" He gestures to the manor before them.

"At least go to the mountains or something if you want to set up an ice fortress, eh? Let us enjoy our stifling heat in peace!"

[arcadianvampire]

And that prompts Valvatorez to throw both sides of his cape wide open and make a bold statement.

"All the more reason to tear all of it down! Let us remove this blight on summer and turn it into enough snow-cones and shaved ice to feed all of Berlin!"

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He really should have expected this.

"Uh. I mean. You can. But I'm pretty sure at least some of that's going to contain people, and I don't think the health department is big on cannibalism."

[arcadianvampire]

"Oh please, everyone needs more protein in their diets. ...Though I suppose I'll have to skip my helping."

It's said with just such a flippant tone, one of pure dark, daemonic humor. He obviously was joking, but... hey.

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He snickers. "Fair enough. I seem to recall you saying something about not being fond of popsicles anyway." Most of that night may have been a drunken haze, but he remembers that.

"We'll find a truck and call ourselves 'soylent.' It'll be a perfectly green operation!"

[arcadianvampire]

"Ah ha, yes, I'm not terribly fond of them. All the more reason to skip it, and then sell my portion for additional cash."

Oh ho, that sort of a classic joke and pun did get him to smile a little more broadly and openly.

"I already have our tagline: To serve man. It can be our cookbook as well."

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"Positively delicious," he agrees. "They can find their spoons at the bottom of a bowl of peeled grapes. Just for funsies."

A step down? Maybe.

"Any other silverware can be found in with the eyeballs."

There it is.