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The Black Friday walked inside this like, mansion, or something and found some people doing things. She almost opened her mouth to say something, then immediately decided against it, seeking to pass them up. It wasn't until she stumbled into a chair accidentally that she sighed and said, "Guess I'm here now..." Her pale skin was ghastly, and her gothic lolita attire was cute and tight on her body everywhere except the skirt.

The Black Friday looks away, rubbing her arm, "Yeah, that's usually how it works..." she'd say somewhat lowly. "Usually." She admitted that her 'Malfortuna' came back to bite her in the ass more than a few times in life, and though she'd gotten control of it, it still had a mind of its own when she visited other realms. It was because Friday's influence in other realms was significantly weaker, thus making her ability to control her power weaker, as well. "Thanks for asking." Her voice was monotonous, like some goth chick in a world of color. "... Some, uh... 'Bad Luck' befell that tree. Haha. Get it? Befell?" Friday coughed dryly. "... Ayup, that'll happen around me... I'm the essence of Bad Luck, itself. The Friday The Thirteenth Fairy -- Black Friday."

The Black Friday wasn't normally welcomed to nicely... Then again, she was usually also intentionally causing misfortune on account of her job as the dark side of the Friday The Thirteenth Fairy. Even so, when she wasn't doing her job, her job was finding its way back to her... "Thanks for the welcome, but uh, don't get too close. Malfortuna is very powerful, and I have less control of it here because this isn't my homeworld or a place where I've been building up my influence..." Truthfully, she didn't always like how negative she made things, but that's what her light side, the 'Good Friday', was for. Black Friday simply was bad luck, itself. She waved her hand and some bats streamed from her black fingerless lace gloves as she said, "Ookie spookiness" in a dry tone.

The Black Friday was misunderstood, as was pretty common when one was always inflicting bad luck either intentionally or unintentionally -- misunderstandings were part of that, and she knew that first hand. "Ohhh, I was just joking. I wasn't tryna... Scare ya, or nothin'." She loved jokes, despite what her gothic lolita and pitch black eye sockets would suggest. Though, most of her jokes involved... Malfortuna. "So... What's up with you two?" Black Friday asked, floating up into the sky, well away from anything, but still within earshot... With her luck, the air would turn into poison gas for no reason...

The Black Friday looked at them with her... Socketless eye holes. "... Yeah, I can TOTALLY see that," she said with a great deal of sarcasm. "... But no, seriously, I can. I didn't mean to impose or anything on this love connection going on here... And I definitely don't wanna get close to aaaall of that... Loving." She sounded sarcastic, but she was serious. "Yeah, something bad might happen." Friday fluttered into a reclined position, closing her eyes... "So... What else goes on around this joint?"

The Black Friday nodded her head, floating upright for a moment, then reclined forward, interlocking her fingers underneath her chin at Zort's explanation. "Huh, sounds like what someone I know back at home does... Maybe you two should meet with each other." Naturally, his power also counteracted Friday's, since he helped to break her curse. "Yeah, so Abby and... Zort, was it? That's your name, I take it? Yeah... Real cute couple." Friday relaxed a bit, a crow sprouting from her shoulder and perching upon it, of which she promptly pet. "This place isn't so different from home... Well, yes it is, but it also isn't. Nice to meet new people..." Friday blushed, her pale white cheeks turning gray, "I-I mean, not really."

The Black Friday turned her head sharply, a lightning bolt literally spontaneously striking from out of the clear, blue sky. "N-no!" she stammered, "I just... Don't get attached to too many things not of my homeworld, where I have complete control over my power. Let's just say... I don't get too close, you don't get too close, we all stay... Uh... Safe. I guess." Friday normally didn't concern herself with people's well-being, but they were more or less being hospitable to her, and her husband taught her to be polite to others, in spite of her... Wretchedness. "So yeah. There you go." She clicked her tongue and made a finger gun, pointing at Zort.

The Black Friday kept her eyes open halfway, staring at Zort from the corner of her... Sockets. "... Yeah, well, I didn't always used to be... I'm half of a whole being -- the Friday The Thirteenth Fairy -- and I'm the part of her that was once as uncontrollable as my powers tended to be. But I didn't need control back then, because my power over probability is 100%. It's just all negative." There was a science to her 'Bad Luck'. "I was very volatile when angered... Still am, but... I just don't get as angry anymore. But I do love my fill of chaos and calamity, don't get me wrong." She huffed happily, as if reminiscing. "Good times..." She cleared her throat. "But yeah. I'm only this way because of my lover. Without him, I'd still be the wicked witch of the west."

The Black Friday blushed, the air around her turning into a dark mist as her crow on her shoulder cawed ominously. She pressed it into her chest and it disappeared. "Yeah, well..." She couldn't think of a witty retort to that. So she said, "... Me too."

The Black Friday spread into her own darkness for a bit, before it seemed to get sucked back into her being and reform her body. "... I wouldn't say that. I'm just not used to this type of interaction with people. It's usually 'Doom' this, and 'Death' that... And 'Destruction' here, 'Discord' there... That's my norm. So peace and hospitality is something... Slightly new, if it's not from my homeworld." Black Friday shook her head. "Anyway, whatcha making? You've been whittling away at something for a while now. What's it gonna be? What's it gonna beeee?" Friday's tone still sounded monotonous, but it was a bit more vivacious than before... If only a little.

The Black Friday nodded her head. "Gotcha. Yeah, we've got a lot of those back where I come from... I'm called one of them, too. People pay their respects to the Friday The Thirteenth Fairy so that the Alfortuna will grant them good fortune from out blessing... And those who incur the Malfortuna... Get a taste of Black Friday, and all the bad luck that comes with me. So, we're revered and feared, sometimes worshiped." She raised her eyebrows, "... Got a pretty extensive background." She seemed pleased with herself for her notoriety and infamy.

The Black Friday quirked a brow. "He? To whom am I being compared?"

The Black Friday thought. "Hmm..." Though she understood and respected the rat and what it did, she didn't particularly like being compared to one because of its history. "... Yes, I've caused many a great plague with the power of the rat before, but I'm much more beautiful." She flipped her hair with an emotionless expression on her face -- stale and blank. "Besides, my animal is the 'Owl'. Dream Owl, to be more specific. And not that one from that show, like, a giant bird monster with a nightmare for a stomach and three burning eyes with wings that have eyes on them."

The Black Friday casually hovered through the air, eye sockets dreary and body slumped over. She was getting more control over her power in this world the longer she stayed here, but she knew her power came from superstition, as well. That meant she needed some 'belief' in order to become strong enough to keep her power in check without draining herself doing so. A terrible side-effect of Malfortuna. "..." She eventually noticed someone looking over something at the table. Wanting to see how much control she'd gotten, she floated to the table and sat at the bench, saying monotonously, "Uhh... Hi there..."

The Black Friday quirked a brow at him, wondering what his deal was with fairies. She was a full grown person, not a sprite, so she wasn't small and weak. "... Yeah... So, uh. What's that you got there...?" She referred to what he was looking at on the table. So far, nothing was going wrong, even though she was tired from keeping things from going wrong all day. Altering probability was a very power consuming thing. "... Got anything to do with the locals...?" she asked dryly.

The Black Friday smirked. "Cool. Sounds like my kinda guy." She meant the bounty, of course. "I'm sure I could handle him if I saw him. I have control over all bad luck and superstition." She flipped her hair with her hand, then said with a tired smile on her face, "It is I, the Friday The Thirteenth Fairy... Master of Friday The Thirteenth. Kinda like the Tooth Fairy and Santa Clause, but with bad luck called 'Malfortuna' and anything superstitious." As she spoke, a black cat hopped out of her dress from her chest, literally from the fibers of her clothing, forming intricately as it would leap out. "Mow," the black cat mewed, its eyes bearing a certain tension to them... "In my world, I'm a big deal. In other worlds, too, but not all of them, see..."

The Black Friday raised a brow again, blinking with her eye sockets. "... Sooo... You eat fairies, eh? That's why you were interested in me being a fairy..." Yeah, Friday knew that there were some creatures that preyed on weak, innocent, fragile fairies... But she was none of the above, save the fairy. "It'd be like, infinity years bad luck if you ate me. Not that I'd let you. Yeah, that spot's reserved, if you catch my drift." Her face was stagnant. She made the joke, but she didn't laugh. "... Don't even think about it, or I will definitely curse you, or something... Or whatever." She didn't seem threatened by him at all, but she also didn't want him getting any ideas just because she wasn't. "... Anyway," she'd say, petting her black cat, "Call me Black Friday. Or Friday. Whichever."

The Black Friday laughed dryly, "Nah, you aren't my taste. I feed off of superstition. And like, pizza and junk." She ate normal food, Fae food, and her own special type of food, which was superstitious energy. Belief itself, basically. "Buuut, that's quite enough about Miss Fortune over here," she said with a cheeky, but bland smile, "What's an tree troll got to do with a bounty on some slimeball? Don't seem the type to want to do it for the sake of ridding the world of another criminal... It's the gold, ain't it? I recall Trolls being rather fond of treasure..."

The Black Friday liked the sound of breaking something's neck open... She was actually the violent type, though she was beautiful and dainty looking. Her gothic lolita dress, lace fingerless gloves, and thigh high boots would make one think that she didn't like to get dirty, but in actuality, she loved getting blood on her hands. It was part of the job and the existence that she loved, even if it came with some backlash that was usually some permanent damage. She used to not care, but after dealing with her lover, she'd changed her mind... Somewhat. "Sounds like a party. If you want to go and get to it, I wouldn't mind an adventure in this world," Black Friday said. "I haven't had the pleasure."

The Black Friday smiled slyly. "Oh, not much... Maybe 35, 40%. We can split it, 60-40." Friday didn't really need any money, since her status in her world was actually of royalty... And in other worlds, she was destroying things like currency to cause terrible collapses in the world order... But hey, it wasn't ever bad to be rewarded for hard work, right? Though, she thought maybe he needed the money... She wasn't aware of his situation, and she wasn't as greedy as she used to be when she was more malevolent. "... If that's too much, a healthy ten percent will do," she finally concluded, her black cat curling up in her arms.

The Black Friday blushed a bit, pale face becoming gray as she puffed out her cheeks cutely. "I-I was just being benevolent. It's something I've been working on, okay?" She crossed her arms, the black cat in her lap curling into an implosion as she raised herself up on her dark, tattered, broken energy wings. "But yeah, sounds like a plan. Set em up, and I'll knock em down!" she said, seeming ready for the action. She could always pawn some nice enchanted shit.

The Black Friday smirked, which eventually spread into a crooked grin. "Gotcha, chief. No face shots." She cracked her knuckles as though her thin, slender, dainty frame were that of a hulking gorilla monster. She looked like she couldn't hurt... Too many flies, but that was quite the understatement. "Kill and grill... Not really, I'm not eating that." Dissipating into a flurry of bats, Friday reformed nearby Gnarrow with her lower torso screeching and fluttering as the same cluster of bats her entire body once was. Her upper torso was normalized, however. "... It's been a while for me. I'm sure you do this for a living though, huh?"

The Black Friday nodded her head. "Yeah, it's been a while for me, too. There's been peace in my dimension, so I don't see as much action as I used to... But it was a hoot for a while when it was first created. All unstable and whatnot." Friday's cluster of bats became a myriad of other flying black creatures of the darkness, such as owls and crows, which sounded off as she flew through the air with their wings serving as the fluctuating lower torso as her propeller. "I'm sure this will be a kick for you, then," she'd say with a slight, weary smirk.

The Black Friday halted abruptly, her body dissipating into a black smog as if she'd hit something, then reforming somewhere closer to Gnarrow. "Them's the goods..." she said rather casually, her lackadaisical slang showing her carefree attitude. She silenced herself and took on the form of a night critter -- an owl -- as to remain inconspicuous. Friday soared over to Gnarrow's shoulder, her eyes peeled and waiting for the right moment to strike...

The Black Friday saw Gnarrow take care of two guards in one swift motion, applauding him by having a satisfied expression on her face. But there were still three more guards, and it wouldn't be long before they noticed the two dead ones. Friday felt it good to make use of her own power and send some 'Malfortuna' their way. With a snap of her fingers, a small dent in the ground would collapse under the foot of one of the guardsmen, twisting his ankle. Likely to fall, it would be more than likely on the edge of his weapon, impaling or decapitating him in the most unfortunate way. As for the other, she waved a hand and dropped his dreary eyes, putting him into a standing sleep. This was an opening for Gnarrow, should he take it.

The Black Friday snickered to herself, watching the area from above. From the tent came the one she glanced at on the poster before. Slick, or something. "Ah, ah, ah~!" Black Friday said dauntingly, "Not so fast, Slick!" A bolt of lightning crashed down directly in his path, threatening to explode him where he stood if he were hit, and creating quite the fire immediately as it struck the ground, further cutting off his means of escape. The flames 'mysteriously' surrounded him, as if there were a trail for them to burn in a convenient circle, blocking all exits with roaring flames... If he didn't explode, that is. Friday came hovering down, floating before him on the other side of the fire, smirking menacingly. "Boo."

The Black Friday watched with pleasure as Gnarrow took the mark for himself. They were a pretty good team, this Troll and this Dark Fairy. She wouldn't deny that the bloodshed was a plus, since she saw little of it in her peaceful days. Sure, she still did her job, but that varied in intensity from world to world. "Good. Got em. Now we loot, right?" Friday hovered over the body, spinning gracefully, her broken energy wings snuffing out the fire with a dark wind. She stopped spinning before Gnarrow with the head in his hand. "Let's check out the goodies!" Friday said like a little schoolgirl. She was feeling much less monotonous than before now that she had some time to deliver some unlucky justice.