Bailey Cunningham | Aim

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[OOC: Private notes by Aim's second-in-command]

MN 87%
NE 71%
WY 32%

Taking three at once and guarding the one we already occupied with only the Fifth is tiresome. His Grace refuses to pull up the Third, though.

Why? What purpose does having it on stand-by serve? Other than driving me insane.

Back to... whatever. Missing a bunch of the small ones or maybe they didn't come with us. I'm sure I saw them around, though. 2IC is suspiciously quiet. Something's up.

Oh, this pizza tastes like strawberries, no, chocolate, pears... peach pie?

Berith, what on earth did you put into that turkey?

Belphegor, that tie was definitely mine. I know because mine is gone. What do you need two ties for anyway?

Pretty duke~, some of yours dragged some of my laundry lackeys back down. I'd like them back at your earliest convenience.

If anyone plans on travelling to South Dakota for whatever reasons, hand in your visa applications here.

[Private]
Why must you ruin everything? Raise legions to protect a defected Sin and to hunt a head? If that's not overkill, I don't know what is.

Suddenly going back down isn't such an appalling thought any longer.

[OOC: Private notes by Aim's second-in-command]

His Grace, he smiles. His Grace, he laughs. His Grace is not the lazy, complacent idiot we feared he turned into. His Grace is happy.

And so are we.

Now if only he'd return my tongue and larynx to me, I could be happy too.

[Message to Aim's 2IC in Hell]
Avon, South Dakota.

Mobilise the Fifth and set up camp there. Put the Third on standby and wait for further instructions. Do not harm anyone or damage anything until you hear from me.

Candy, kids in costumes and primitive pranks en masse. It's adorable and almost makes up for the lack of traditional bonfires.

November heralds quiet, dark, cold, dank and lonely nights. Light a candle, sit by an ingle. Warm at least your hands and feet if not your rotten little hearts and think of me~

Omitting hell from their teachings does hardly come as a surprise when they have so successfully created a new hell on His this green earth. It's delightful. The ventilation system is definitely better than downstairs and the scenery - ah, beautiful!

Who would have thought the offspring of that dull, hairless monkey and his companion would turn out to be so imaginative and resourceful?

[Private]
I felt a foreign yet familiar stirring and it was not caused by Mexican food.

No; surely, there cannot be a repeat performance of that incident - or can there?