I. Ghosts of Yesteryear "Well, that definitely ain't Ms. Eda," Mercy mutters to her companion. She's watching as a spectral figure with hair trailing to the ground seems to float at the edge of Dogtown. "Ghosts isn't a thing where I'm from. You got anything like them?" And how one... deals with them? Ordinarily, she might suggest bidding them return to the god they're meant to be with and the long sleep they've earned beneath the soil. These particular spirits don't seem so inclined toward being restful, though.
II. Outfoxed at Fox Hill "Watch out!" Mercy sees the trap just a moment too late. She shoves hard at her companion and then gasps as she's very suddenly hoisted into the air and dragged backward. The netting she's trapped in swings wildly back and forth. With any luck, she's managed to stop her partner from being ensnared, but if not... well. It seems they might be hanging around for just a little bit.
Mercy Graves | OC | OTA
"Well, that definitely ain't Ms. Eda," Mercy mutters to her companion. She's watching as a spectral figure with hair trailing to the ground seems to float at the edge of Dogtown. "Ghosts isn't a thing where I'm from. You got anything like them?" And how one... deals with them? Ordinarily, she might suggest bidding them return to the god they're meant to be with and the long sleep they've earned beneath the soil. These particular spirits don't seem so inclined toward being restful, though.
II. Outfoxed at Fox Hill
"Watch out!" Mercy sees the trap just a moment too late. She shoves hard at her companion and then gasps as she's very suddenly hoisted into the air and dragged backward. The netting she's trapped in swings wildly back and forth. With any luck, she's managed to stop her partner from being ensnared, but if not... well. It seems they might be hanging around for just a little bit.
So much for making it 'safely' through Dogtown.