Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161227141359/@comment-28358106-20161227194202

(In her "normal" form she looks like a regular Wisp. In her "real" form she looks like her usual chopped-up, scary horror story self.  In either case, she can expand her cage to a room-sized pocket dimension as a sort of personal getaway, and when she's in it entirely, she doesn't appear to have her cage around her rear because her whole body is technically inside it.  She's like a snail, she carries her home around with her.)

"Oh, really? And I'm supposing that chickens just flap to your doorstep, already plucked and cleaned?" She sneers at Eva. "Ah, well, forget about it, kid. This'll have to do. Just be sure and dig me something up for tomorrow morning, or you'll have more to worry about than hurting pigeons. Hehehehe..." She empties the syrup into a glass and, using one of the knives, casually slits her wrist, letting her blood flow into it. She begins stirring the concoction, ignoring the blood that continues to spill into her bath.

"Married...hmmm. I'll have to remember that." She eats the breakfast with her fingers and chugs the dark cocktail. "Ahh, sweet n' sour. Guess which is which?   Hehehehehe..."

Washing her hands off in the bath, she drops the dishes in it and stands up, groping for a towel. "You, the blonde. What about you?  You got a pole to spin around at night?" She grins as she towels off.