Poplar's Profile

"You don't, you let me lay here and turn into decaying plant matter. Tell Mammon he's gay."

"noneya."

"Nope, I can't feel my leg. The left one. I'm probably dying, this is it."

"*absorbing all of the sunlight, like the plant she is.*"

"*lays down in the middle of the sand.*"

"Azazel! Move-! *She calls, using her magic to cause some vines to shakily hold the dock a bit longer.*"

"*moves to be on the shore, a bit away, concerned.* Is this a good idea? A fight right here-"

"*takes a long sip, tilting his head.* That's an uncomfy conversation--"

"*wanders over, sipping a milkshake.* What are we screaming about?"