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Okay, so those bird dudes weren't lying about the different paths. I found the crossroads they're talking about.

[Kon really shouldn't be tromping around alone like this so much but he's used to being nigh on invincible. It's going to take a while for him to get used to the idea that he's not.]

[The road was all overgrown but there is a road through the woods - and it leads here, to a place where the line of the forest breaks into wide fields of golden grasses. Kon sets up his mirror to expand to its largest side and leaves it to float. There's a crossroads here with a battered wooden sign. The wood is so faded and weathered that words can no longer be read on it.]

[The path splits off into three paths. Down the left-most path, the unlabeled path leads down a dark and dreary road towards some hills. One hill can be seen all the way in the distance, standing out above the others. Rising a thousand feet above the rest of the land around it, it's covered in battered ruins that offer at least some shelter from the elements and cover from potential enemies.]

[Down the center path, the path clearly leads to a sinister-looking wild forest, a dark and dreary wood that seems filled with endless shadows. The path disappears into the woods and the tangled branches make it impossible to see into the forest's depths, especially at this distance.]

[Down the right-most path, there's candy. No joke. Dirt and normal plants start to give way to cobblestones made of hard candy and sugar-spun delicate trees. Gummdrops line the side of the road. The other two paths are grim, with even the hilly path dim from cloudy skies, but this path seems to have clear skies and constant sun.]

[Kon stands in front of the mirror, so that the paths are behind him.]

So our choices are: the Land of the Hill Trolls, Mirkwood, and Candyland.

[He narrows his eyes.]

I don't trust Candyland. [He gestures vaguely at it.] The other two roads have the good graces to be creepy from the get-go, but that looks deceptively nice. It's trying way too hard to be cheerful and sunshine-ey.

[ooc: See the OOC Post here.]

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Yes you can. Fire kills the undead. Fire *always* kills the undead.

If you can kill it it ain’t undead, dipshit.

Fine, destroys the undead, if you really want to mince words about this.

How many undead you you fought?

None, but considering all the stories where setting them on fire is the answer. and the fact that the spirit Anita just consulted said setting them on fire is the answer? I can't help but think that setting them on fire is the answer.

Edited 2018-04-22 01:39 (UTC)

Ain't all your stories about Zeus fucking a swan or whatever?

We don't need to trust the demon spirit that steals faces. [As if they haven't been trusting it so far.]

That's the Greeks, and I believe most of them moved onto worshiping that crucified guy with the long hair generations ago.

Close though. You only missed by several centuries and and over half a continent.

Edited 2018-04-22 02:13 (UTC)

You're talking down to me and you don't even know Jesus? Are you fucking serious right now?

No, but he is right.

[And as no one knows his name is Sirius, he is the only one to get that joke. Habit.]

Who asked you? [Dixon's kind of working himself up into a fervor. It's evident by the way he's spitting while he's shouting.]

Your brain. It asked me to fix its stupidity.

Look, no offense, but you're not helping.

There's no point trying to reason with him right now.

[Takes one to know one.]

You're lucky we're over a mirror or I'd put you back in the state we found you.

You'd have a hard time doing that.

Accept you're wrong and learn how to take a joke.

You're a joke. [Sirius has clearly stretched Dixon's limited witty banter skills past their absolute limits.]

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prisonerofsasskaban - 2018-04-22 19:05 (UTC) - Expand

awfulcer - 2018-04-22 19:07 (UTC) - Expand

I'm not the one who...y'know what? No. I'm not doing this, it doesn't matter. I'll try to keep my sarcastic remarks to a minimum, if you'll agree to stop assuming anything about where I'm from. Does that work for you?

Edited 2018-04-22 02:25 (UTC)

No it does not.

Then what will work for you?

I don't know, but I'm not agreeing to anything. Now get out of my face.

I met Jesus. He stole my truck.

That's what you get for driving through Georgia.

Weren't in Georgia, Sunshine. Don't think Jesus ain't ever been there. Weren't very good at driving, neither. But that could've been the flat tire.

Funny, you'd think the way Georgians talk about it Jesus'd been through every Wal-Mart and Super 8 down there.

Ain't no where near as bad as folks come down outta Missuruh an' Arkansas. From what I been told, there's a giant cross every 30 miles, and he done supposed ta have his second coming at each and every one of 'em at the same damn time.

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