[It's no surprise she turned down that proposal- what reason would she have accepting any help from someone poised to kill? Not that she knows, she can only estimate- exactly how severe the situation is. Edea almost wants to argue that Ringabel doesn't know Dim as much as she does, but then...
...ringabel
not cool]
And what is that supposed to mean?! [You know exactly what 'that' is, Ringabel. He does succeed in his intention, but mostly in a way that would probably make him more jealous, because I don't care if it was Artemia or Einheria or Victoria or Dim you don't crack a joke like that over a chat about the deceased- but kind of slumps back on her stool, because there's just too much information processing in her head to allow enough energy for her to yell any more.]
...Millefeuilles it is, then. [She has half the mind to drain all of his wallet once again just for that joke Ringabel :| Though...] What about you, Guilmon?
[...Guilmon, still currently unnamed, isn't exactly paying attention to Edea. His voice drops to the same whisper as Escha, because that does not sound good.]
I'm sorry! I don't know about my Chosen... but they're under the control of a witch...? That's... bad, how do we stop her? Um-
Guilmon?
[SQUEAK and he slams his head against the coffee table jumping in shock. GUILMON...]
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...ringabel
not cool]
And what is that supposed to mean?! [You know exactly what 'that' is, Ringabel. He does succeed in his intention, but mostly in a way that would probably make him more jealous, because I don't care if it was Artemia or Einheria or Victoria or Dim you don't crack a joke like that over a chat about the deceased- but kind of slumps back on her stool, because there's just too much information processing in her head to allow enough energy for her to yell any more.]
...Millefeuilles it is, then. [She has half the mind to drain all of his wallet once again just for that joke Ringabel :| Though...] What about you, Guilmon?
[...Guilmon, still currently unnamed, isn't exactly paying attention to Edea. His voice drops to the same whisper as Escha, because that does not sound good.]
I'm sorry! I don't know about my Chosen... but they're under the control of a witch...? That's... bad, how do we stop her? Um-
Guilmon?
[SQUEAK and he slams his head against the coffee table jumping in shock. GUILMON...]