Gypsie frowned and looked up enraged by the interruption, but his eyes met those of a lovely young lady with blue dyed hair. It was a good day, he'd be certain to thank Goddess properly at the small chapel he had ordered built close to his office. Well, I'll be damned, how lucky can I get this morning? Wait... what time is it? Oh. And more importantly. I might be Gypsie, or she may be Gypsie. He points at Miss Shelby. Or maybe Gypsie Skripto is a construct of the imaginary collective of all Zoners in Sirius and Gallia. A ghost of sorts who's eternally doomed to haunt the cretins, the fascists and the heretics for the crimes commited by them against Eris and her church of Eris Esoteric, or even the Zoner Community! He stops to take a breath. Who asks? Did Gollanski send you to finish me off? Back away, Hashashin! Or else speak your name and motives!
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