Thread:Orion's Dagger/@comment-27989107-20160715150557/@comment-5647250-20180114082125

Janus: H-hey, Cloaky, I-I'm not (the blood stops dripping, there's clots covering his wings, stopping him from flying out, his bload coalesces on the ground, seeming to struggle to take a shape) I'm not kidding! I can get you almost anything you want as payment you know? Gold, Nordic runes; I know where Ammit the Hearteater has been sleeping since the fall of Egypt, I could tell you the address! Or pizza, I can order pizza! (the blood finishes forming, its a golden sword, the hilt is shaped like a raven in flight, Janus doesn't notice yet)