Had the same lecture from Cwolf for staying up 42 hours the other day. I can handle it.
I'm not going to post in the RPG tonight. I'll let Cwolf and Fehafare type something first. However, I will post what I had written for my post, right here. Then I'm going to turn off the computer before this argument escalates. I do want to point out, however, that I was making a jab when I asked you what was taking so long.
Anyhoo, the post that never was.
SamJaz smiled at the Shinigami.
"I just figured out what you were on about." He said. "And I have to say, you are the smartest idiot I have ever met."
SamJaz then stepped to the side, putting his arm around Sugare and showing her Kelly. "Look at my sister in all her naked glory. Do it again after today and I will crush your testicles in a vice, so you might as well get your penny's worth. You will notice the severe lack of bone-like mask on her face, and the distinct absence of a large hole in her torso, both large signifiers of the form of undead known amongst Shinigami as Hollow, but more commonly known in the south Americas, where they are prevalent even to civilians, as Calavera, believed to be spirits who have departed from the care of Mictecacihuatl."
"No, what my dear sister is would be known as a Witch." SamJaz continued, laying the condescension as thick as he could muster. "Weak to Salt and Iron, and also characteristically unable to cross running water, Witches have a number of supernatural abilities that are subtle as such as you wouldn't notice. Being of the Malkin clan, she is also incredibly skilled in various arts of Necromancery, the tradeoff being a weakness in Scrying, or telling the future. Being her fathers daughter, however, has also given her a number of other abilities, including those invisible hands that she thinks I can't see."
Kelly immediately dropped the hand around her brother's neck, and he turned to smile at her.
"You really don't want on of those to touch you." SamJaz continued to say. "You'll get an STD that'll-"
Both SamJaz and Sugara were gripped by the ankle by these invisible hands and launched across the room, more hands coming in a palm thrust to tear through their throats.