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This is a snippet I made about Hemlock and Locke. The dealy with how they work is basically: one day when Hemlock was early into their career as an assassin, they fucked up bad, got help from a demon named Locke. Locke needed a body, Hemlock needed to not die. Name of Locke might change in the future cus it might not function well being so similar

Idk how to describe their accents but they have always been sort of conceived talking in this sort of Brooklyn accent

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"That's the thing Hemlock. Wounds never go away forever. You always have some sort of reminder of them. Either scars or the memories themselves, escapin' is pretty futile."

"Oh you sound like you're real fun at parties," Hemlock took a swig of their shared liqour, and coughed at its bitter feel on their tongue, "fuck- you sound like my dad actually."

Locke gave the impression of a snort from inside Hemlock's mind, "Oh please. That old man doesn't think that crap. Why d'ya think he's in charge of the whole damn mafia? He doesn't have to lift a finger-- gimme some more'a that stuff."

"Yeah, cheers." They let him take over the body momentarily, but they could tell he liked the taste of vodka much more than them, it lingered bitter-sweet for just a moment. "I'll never know how you could like this stuff for taste. I'm just 'ere to get drunk, hell." They ruminated on that idea, of their dad not having to do anything dangerous, not obviously dangerous, anyway. "Certainly a thought though."

"As if you or I would be able to do shit about that. Seriously Hemlock, I don't recommend it."

They idly fiddled with their boot laces, "Bigger idiots have tried?"

"They got killed in the process," he chided, "Don't be that bigger idiot."

They put the forming plan away into a vault within their head, "Stupid idea anyway. I'm goin' to bed."