[yep, probably smile he wants dmeons on his side. and bring dougal too biggrin ]
Natasha blinked and then blushed.
“Erm, I make them. Not those creepy O-mouthed blow up ones!” she exclaimed, “I make wax dolls, pot dolls - all that jazz. Kinda been ding it since I was a girl: not been that many demons for a few decades and I was hardly going to get a job, was I?”
She leant back in her seat and thoughtfully looked out of the window.
“Apparently if you’ve got the trapped soul of a demon you can reanimate it into a doll...now that would be interesting.”
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Adam nodded and made a swiping motion with his scythe. There was a tearing sound and it appeared as if the scenery around them was like a sheet with a tear of blackness in it. Adam held her tight and walked through the tear - for a split second there was the smell of sulphur and a roar of thunder and then there was another tear and they were in a city. Adam waved a hand at the tear and it sealed up behind them.
“whew. There we go. I hope I’m in the right place and not some city in Korea or something” he laughed
*~Purple Moonlight Haze~*
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