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Bugsby's Marshes were home to a wide and varied array of micro- and macroorganisms, the biodiversity one of its most notable features. Yes, a great many of the creatures were incredibly dangerous, but wasn't every environment filled with such risk? Surely, all one had to do to avoid assault was avoid bothering the various animals. Surely.

This was how the Morbid Socialite- Mori- found himself in the depths of the marshes, gathering samples of water, plant life, lichen, and insects to start his research. He was too busy marking notes on a variety of mushroom to notice the eyes on him. The thoughtful hum to themselves and the squeaking of tall boots, worn to avoid staining the hems of their trousers, were enough to hide the sound of something treading through the muck. They only noticed the disturbance when the bugs they'd been surrounded by had scattered. He turned and his eyes widened, finding a second pair staring into his.

"Oh, bloody 'ell."

Screaming echoed across the marsh, likely reaching at least someone's ears.

Date: 6 Jul 2025 01:26 (UTC)
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Meanwhile, the Brash Devil was doing some monster hunting. It had been awhile; after certain events, part of him had been avoiding it.

But he couldn't stay away forever.

So he picked up a simple job from the Department of Menace Eradication and set out to get his feet wet again. Figuratively and literally, given the marshy landscape.

Maven was staying at the cottage. Today had been a particularly busy day, and they both needed a bit of quiet. (that's also why certain other roommates of theirs would be staying out late, gambling or whatever it was he did out at the docks) So she was preparing dinner while he finished this hunt.

At least that was the plan, until he heard the screaming as soon as he entered the marsh.

He groaned, leaning his head back, "For fuck's sake..." He took a deep breath, then after taking a moment to think groaned again and headed in the direction of the screams, "If it's not one thing it's another..."

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