Kratzer sighed and poured himself another glass. "Ja, I got shot by my son," he affirms. "Right zrough ze head. But I've been feeding more so whoo...regen...r...re...reshen...er...rate...in. Resheneratein. Re...ja...zat...I just vanted to shoot Boomshlang but zen he vas zere but I vasn't gonna shoot him but zen he shot me...and zen I lost...but Diamond..Diamond...Diamond helped out...so...I'm here and not...zere anymore. Yesh. Zat."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Woooow." Damacus slurred, his forehead knotted with concern and strain from trying to see Engel from across the room. "That's... thats vereh bahhhd. I'm sho shorreh, Eehngeul. Who- whoshe Boohmshlang?"
"Boomshlang...vash....ish...vell, she...orcheshtrated ze second vorld var...debatably ze firsht one too...and sheh...sheh made me be a Nazi...And sheh..." he fell silent for several moments. "One of zesheh daysh....I am going to kill her."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"And I'm sure one day, you will!" Wilson said with a small smile. "We all wish the best for your Kratzer. And maybe you can tell the rest of the tale when... when you're a little more eloquent in speech, eh?"
She tilted her head to the side, smiling with her brows drawn up and together before she laughed a little and turned to Damascus. "Alright, buddy. It's your turn now. Truth or dare?"
Schadel and Edward both went stiff when they heard what Engel said.
Someone had orchestrated the world wars? Edward's hand tightened on his glass to the point where he looked like he was on the verge of breaking it, and darkness began to angrily shoot up around the feet of the chair Schadel was sitting in. But as the game moved onto the next person, both took deep breaths in an effort to calm themselves down.
Schadel thought for a moment, pushing back more angry strands of darkness, then said, "I dare you to take on the forms of everyone in this room and do your best impressions of them."
"That'sh... that'sh eh goodeh oneh." Damascus grinned and cast his gaze around the group, wondering who to start with. He squinted hard at James, and knocked over his chair while getting up to stumble over to him.
"Jammmesh!" He slurred familiarly. "You firehst."
With a little breath, he steadied himself as best he could and started at him. Slowly, his features and stature melded to resemble James'. It was an exact likeness, excepting the red eyes and slightly blurred appearance of the whole thing.
Stroking his new beard, he grinned. "How's Aye lohkk?"
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James leaned back in his seat, staring up into Damascus's red eyes as he took on the shake of his own reflection. A shudder ran down his spine. Did he really... look like that? He leaned in ever so slightly, as if looking in a mirror, and reached out to touch Damascus's face. A face that wore his face.
After missing his first grasp by a good few inches, he finally touched Damascus's chin, staring up into his eyes.
Before Damascus moved on to the next person, he gave a slow, unsteady twirl to further show off James' figure. Catching himself before he took a tumble, he stumbled over to Engel, wiggling his eyebrows when he came to a stop.
Carefully, he shifted into an image of Engel, this one just as blurry as the last. The scar across his face resembled something like a crude drawing of a scar, but otherwise he had Engel's features down pat.
"T- tadaaa...aa!" He spread his hands to showcase this new imitation.
Kratzer tried to applaud him but it took a couple tries before he managed to get his hands to actually hit each other. "You're getting good at zish, brozer!"
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Thahnk yew!" Damascus beamed with pride before he moved onto Edward.
He attempted to grip the ghost's shoulder as he tripped yet again, only to have his hand slip through the air. Straightening himself, he steadied a bit and gave a sheepish grin.
"S- shorreh 'bout that." Clearing his throat, he set to squinting again, taking on Edward's appearance and shifting his own accordingly. He glanced over at Schadel and help out his hand.
"L- looka... here. I- I effen copehd Ehdwerdsh es- essshen- slippinessh!" He grinned, gesturing for her to grab his hand. His ego was inflating to dangerous levels with each semi-successful shift and the reactions they invoked.
Schadel easily grabbed onto the hand that was extended to her. It definitely was a bit bizarre seeing two Edwards and knowing that one of them was Damascus - though seeing the red eyes certainly helped. "You might want to try that with someone else," she said, a grin slowly beginning to appear on her face. "I'm a grim reaper, so I can touch ghosts."
"It's not, technically" she confirmed, giving him a smile as she finally began to feel just a little tipsy. She swung his hand in response, form shifting effortlessly from one of a human woman to that of a grim reaper's. "This is the one you're probably thinking of. I just used the other one for dealing with humans, but I'd say it's safe to let loose here."
"Yeshhh, tha's the one!" Damascus slurred, morphing his own form accordingly to match the grim reaper's. He studied their joined hands, feeling rather loopy as they were swung, before looking up at Schadel again. "I- itsh beutifull... liek I shaid befoore."
He squeezed her hand once and pulled back, blinking a few times more than necessary. "I- I need to... to go find Borish. It'shh his turhn."
Turning slowly, he squinted, looking for his brother. "Booorish! Borish, where arhe youhhh?"
