The War

Florence didn't bother mentioning that none of those points were valid. He tried his best to agree to Dark's terms without actually promising anything.

Dark noticed. "I've got some spare clothes in the back."

It suddenly occurred to Florence that he was still wearing the tuxedo.

Dark came back with sweatpants, a tee shirt, and a small, black cape, not unlike the one she so often wore.

Florence looked at the clothes.

They were also black.

He took them.

"And the nine lives rule, it applies to me as well." Dark gave a grim grin. "What's so special about your old cape, and why did you tear it apart."

"What cape?"

Dark held it up.

OOC: Florence don't own no cape.

OOC: Cloak? I remember he had something. Lets just say that it was that. ^^'

OOC: Cloak is probably what you meant.... Are you familiar with the Grim Reaper?

IC: Florence looked at it. It was perfectly fine.

OOC: Yeah, I always get those mixed up. Dark had the samething, only with no magical abilities. She just likes to hide in shadows. Thanks.

IC: "I fixed it."

OOC: Holesssss. In a previous poooost.

OOC: Because it was made of his Reaper powers. Now that they're back the holes are gone.

IC: Florence wasn't sure that was the case.

OOC: Oh well.

IC: "That or it was my old cape." 'Probably my cape...' Dark was too stubborn to admit being wrong to Florence of all people.

Florence shrugged.

"I don't like you." Dark claimed, bluntly.

"Why not?" Florence asked. He knew that Reapers weren't exactly popular among mortals, but this seemed different.

"I don't like you talking to my daughter. Or your personality."

"I see. Well as soon as I get done helping you with this I'll leave."

"And never come back."

"I don't plan to."

"Good." Dark ignited her hand and slapped him for his stupidity for continuing the conversation and not putting on the clothes.

Florence went to go change into the clothes.

Daniel glared at Dark.