The Best Thing About Not Being Home is Missing You

[preuxchevalier]

There are people back home that your character hates. Or maybe they love them, but they're terrible people/influences. Here's your chance to talk or play out that special someone turning up in the Meadous. Are they so far out of their element that they're now defanged tigers? Do they lead right in with their wicked ways? What is your character's CR even going to think when they meet this person?
 

Post with your own character or the person they most/least want to see again who's a bad thing for them. Feel free to play out encounters in the snow between this character and your regular character's CR, or talk it out with if you're not sure you've got the voice down.
 

Fun for all ages! And by fun, we mean misery!

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[truepsychictale]

[Sasha just frowned.]

I am not, but my husband is half-demon. My father already chewed me out over it.

[nephewcrusher]

[There are at least three things wrong with those statements and none of them are grammatical. Agatha's features shift from horror to disgust. Is this... some sort of joke? Is that a costume? Or is this a woman? He certainly doesn't sound like a woman. Nor look like one.]

You look like you're made up to be a cat. And what do you mean your husband? Are you mentally unbalanced?

[truepsychictale]

"These are real." He pointed to the ears. "As is the tail. Husband, as in person I am romantically involved with and jointly file taxes with-" If they had taxes here. "The entire death until we part thing-" but considering they both had died before and are still together, looks like Death won't even stop them.

"And no, I am a psychologist."

[nephewcrusher]

[Agatha can only stand, speechless for a moment. He is an abomination in every way imaginable. A sinful, wretched abomination.]

What kind of sick joke are you playing at? A psychologist who- how dare you call yourself that. You're disgusting.

[So saying, she turns to leave because there are some things she will not stand for.]

[truepsychictale]

"Forgive me, but you're the one who knocked at my door." Sasha deadpanned. "And you were being quite unlady like in how you spoke and treated me."

She reminded him of how Bertie described one of his Aunts- so he wondered if similar choke chains would work.

[nephewcrusher]

Unfortunately, Agatha was very little like her nephew. Fortunately, this meant that she couldn't resist taking the bait to get the last word. She stopped and cast a glare back at him. Her horror and fear at what he was had been subverted by affront at what he so brazenly was. "You are a grossly indecent, mentally diseased monster who claims to be competent at a profession meant to help people.

"You have been treated exactly as you deserve."

[truepsychictale]

"Oh no Ma'am, I say not. Considering you came up to my home and insulted me. I did not bother you. You interrupted me from working on building group therapy session packets, so it is like you're a common ring-and-runner." He crossed his arms.

"Which is not befitting a lady of your age. So I must say, act your age then."

[nephewcrusher]

"How dare you!" Agatha bristled very well for someone who didn't have fur of her own. "I was going to leave your admission of criminal acts to one side, but I see now that would be far too generous. Consider yourself warned. Once I have contacted the authorities, I shall inform them of your deviant behavior."

[truepsychictale]

"I think the authorities here would be on my side- especially considering I am on the board. And you broke some rules already."

[nephewcrusher]

"I adhere to the laws of England, you vile man," Agatha retorted. "And you should be sentenced to two years hard labor at the very least! You and this lover of yours." She would never disgrace the term 'husband' by using it to refer to such men.

[truepsychictale]

"We're not in England anymore." Sasha said, as Lightner came out. At least the dachshund seemed to like Agatha.

"Sorry to inform you."

[nephewcrusher]

Agatha was about to snarl that she doubted he was sorry in the least when she spotted the dog. Her heart melted ever so slightly. She simply sneers at Sasha before bending down and extending her hand toward the dachshund.

"Hello, little dear. What are you doing here, poor thing." Agatha shot another glare up at Sasha. "You keep a dog in that sinful house? For shame!"

[truepsychictale]

The dog rolled over to her. "And we also have two children and a cat." Well, Cougar. "We saved it from being killed."

[nephewcrusher]

She looked aghast once more. "You keep children?" What horrible things would they have had to endure with people like this in a house. Agatha resolves to contact the proper authorities at once! After petting the dog a bit more. It reminded her of Macintosh. She wanted to rescue it from this place, but dognapping was absolutely below her.

After a moment more of cooing at the dog, she stood up straight once more. "I shall see they're removed from you, in that case. No child should have to suffer the vagaries of a pair of... inverts!"

[truepsychictale]

"Considering they chose to stay with us, I don't know about that." His ears pressed flat against his skull. "Want to see pictures?"

[nephewcrusher]

"No," Agatha replied flatly. "I'm leaving to find a telephone that hasn't been touched by some flea-ridden, diseased Hun." She recognized that accent, though, at least she had slightly more reason to find Germans offensive than anything else.

[truepsychictale]

"You may call me what you like, but please, I do keep clean. I can withstand any insult to my character besides that."