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mollymauk catchall

You aren't an asshole, you're endearing. What are you talking about?

I'm an asshole, but people are intimidated by me.

I threw a bunch of things at people in trial, I'm sure that won me many favors.

[ sighing out. ]

I suppose it works. I mean, I came up on both lists of clothes, I can use both hands equally, and I had a slightly used razor and no one even blinked twice.

You didn't do it, right?

Be caught dead in those boots? Never.

You could never possibly wear a brown jacket.

I only ever wear black and white of course. Even if I was planning to kill someone and might get caught based on my attire.

...The last time I tried to kill someone, I was wearing a sparkly evening gown. If I can do that for a murder, there are no limits to what someone may be capable of.

A sparkly evening gown?

Have I not told you this story?

[it's sort of funny, so she'll tell it with a slight smile.]

I spent so long trying to defend myself against the Saint of Duty before I realized I needed to actively kill him instead. But when I tried to do it using soup I made from my own bones, God was present and put a stop to my attempt.

[...] My...lyctoral sister, Ianthe, agreed to help me kill him. She managed to flatter the Saint of Patience into creating a diversion for me. The diversion happened to be a fancy dinner party, and I was forced to allow Ianthe to dress me for it.