The Last Poster Wins! [v8]

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

*Shenanigans count: INFINITY!*

I don't think it goes higher, Sivelos.

[Ganyu]

The rhyme police cannot patrol poetry in Paris like puppetry of phantoms.

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

You'd be surprised what they can do, Ecrivain, just, just don't.

[Ganyu]

We shall hide under metaphors like windows draped in Venetian blinds that allow the inside to gaze the outside world, like lens of the mortal eye. The air will be our refuge from the engine of Vulcan that twines i'th'sins of us.

[Sir Sivelos]

*The shenanigans meter promptly explodes.* Good job, Ecrivain...

[Ganyu]

Meters aren't the only things I destroy. your virginity

[Sir Sivelos]

Oh. WELL THEN

Anyway, what were we doing?

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

*Rebecca is still struggling to get loose, but this time thoroughly cannot.*

Waiting for the real job to begin...I think she ought to see it in action to make her changer her mind on us. Otherwise she's just going to keep trying to kill us.

[Sir Sivelos]

*rolls eyes* Lovely.

I mean, what's so bad about demons, anyway? Not all of them are THAT bad. Except The Sovereign. He's a bit of a jerk. *turns to Rebecca* You haven't heard of a demon called The Sovereign, have you?

[Ganyu]

Can I layer her in rune prisons just to make sure she doesn't come out?

[Aside] I prefer her much to be dead though.