"S'odd, honestly." He said finishing up the dishes and putting them back in their respective places. "And don't get used tah this kinda service, either. I won't be doin' it all the time. Sometimes you might have to do it with or for me." Armel stood at the sink, crossing his arms. "Alright, ye ought to be gettin' to bed now. Or at least to ye chambers." he stated in a matter-of-factly tone. "There's a lot to do in the morning and we gotta get you ready as my apprentice."
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Mortis, as the others were talking couldn't take it anymore, she tugged down on her zipper. Immediately, her head collapsed and another rose from the zipper.. It was a sepia toned Mortis with the seems showing. In place of the eyes there were two large x's made of the string that held the buttons on the other side. It's neck seemed to stretch like a cartoon and its mouth ripped open, revealing an orange and purple striped snake for a tongue. As parts of Mortis collapsed and disappeared, this monster made its way out of the zipper, standing, looking more organic.. No longer a 2 ft. doll, but now an oddly proportioned almost 6ft tall monster made of cloth. The pin was still in its chest, however this time, the end of the pin was in the front rather than the back.
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The Vixen finished up her cleaning, replying, "Well, they just call me Astra. I've been running this place for years." She was rather satisfied with how obedient her apprentice was, though she thought it strange he didn't know where he was. "Gabag, you're in Atlas. You know where Atlas is right?" She tilted her head, assuming he didn't and continued. "It's a neutral ground for dealers and merchants between the light kingdom and the darklands. We get all types here. I hear a sorceror runs the darklands and that's he's very powerful.. He can make anyone anything."