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~ Greg floated amicably in the motel pool, shifting position to look up at the jackalope standing alongside. "The water's fine, I swear.", the fox teased to Linda. The jackalope shrugged indecisively, "My illusions don't hold up well to standing water..."

~ Casting a glance in each direction for emphasiss, the drifting fox noted, "There's no one around to see, you checked for yourself earlier." This encouragement was sufficient and before long the jackalope's clothes were a neat pile next to the chairs. It was as he lowered himself into the water that Greg realized that the boxer shorts Linda was wearing were themselves an illusion, shimmering away to wisps on contact with the pool's water. "Umm.. don't you want to.. wear... something?", Greg proposed nervously.

~ Settling down on the step, his shoulders leaning against the pool's edge calmly, "Eh. You said it yourself, no one to see." Through the rippling surface of the water, the fox noticed that Linda was peppered with scars that were presumably from bullets and the occasional slash. "Oh, you didn't answer my question from earlier!", Greg recalled.

~ The jackalope, nubs of his antlers coming into view and half of his ear vanishing from the continued proximity to water, settled his expression into a grin. "Ah, right. Well, I really wanted to get into this badger's pants, and he was a banker, see?" Greg nodded along, listening, "And I thought the best way to get in close would be to become a marshal of the three territories. So I hopped to the county seat and did just that." His grin widened into a smile. "Good times after that, excepting the occasions of being shot or shot at."

~ Shifting position to stand up in the pool, Greg thought for a bit. "How did things work out with the banker?", provoking a soft sigh from Linda. "You know the stories about Death, right? Jackalope always manages to slip away and whatnot. Badgers, they don't tell those stories about them." The jackalope kneaded his fingers into the edge of the pool pensively, recalling things not shared. His ears perked up from their spot pinned back with a sudden realization. "Speaking of.. don't worry, I've got this."

~ The jackalope stood up out of the water, stepping out onto the edge of the pool as his appearance became that of a wolf's skeleton adorned with what looked to be the uniform of several war's past. The skeleton turned to greet the approaching gryphon with a mock-spooky tone, "WoooOoooo. You can't take meeeEEeee, I'm already ddeeeEEeeeaAAAaad."

~ The gryphon regarded the wolf with a smirk, replying, "I'm not here on business, you can calm down."

~ The wolf skeleton gave a comedic shrug as it tittered away into wisps of blue and Linda, wearing only his heavy leather belt that now bore a holster, became visible standing to the left of the gryphon. "The ice machine on the first floor is broken.", he volunteered while holstering the cassette player he'd been pointing at the gryphon. "There's cold beer in the grocery bag next to my clothes; help yourself.", as he tossed the belt and player down amongst his clothes on his way back towards the water.