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Better Layton Never Thread #65: Moving Forward !tcSassyDEQCountry code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 41550157[View All]

Ugh, really? Do I have to? You know I'm busy right now- Y'know what, fine, I'll do it.

>A loud high pitched noise is heard over the microphone, the sounds of other objects and papers also being moved about as whoever it was moved into position on the other end.


Ah, hello everybody, and welcome to the 65th Better Layton Never thread. It's ya boy, Sassy Susan comin' at you with-

Okay are you kidding me? Really? I have to read this? No don't give me that you wrote it! I'm not gonna- ugh. You even put my name down like that! I am not reading this!

>There's a short pause of silence before the sound of paper ripping can be heard over the system, and another loud THUD.


Fuck your papers!

...

Ahem! Anyways! Welcome to the latest entry in the Better Layton Never canon. Make sure to pay close attention as our heroes contend with the likes of slave traders, masked vigilantes, super advanced death games, and evil jewelry!

Truly the most fierce of villains we've had to date!

...

Hey are you sure that's right? Yeah? Anything I miss?

...

Lot's of uh.. space stuff goin on, with aliens.

...

You're sure? I dunno this all seems kinda silly. Okay! Okay! Don't shove!

>More bumps and thuds are heard from the microphone as it sounds as if the two people get into a short fight.


...

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This has been your BLN Update with everyone's favorite idiot, Sassy Susan, and I'll catch you all in the next one! Stay tuned!

There, I read your damn papers, now get away from me!
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>>41555539
That's what I'm trying to figure out.

>This wasn't to his idea. He assumed that people working under Dave's rules would just spring back up after they were killed. If Wade it seemed like a natural assumption.


Just stay on your toes for now.

>Wade had promised Celestia that he would get Sunset back safely. He wasn't about to face the wrath of the sun goddess just to hold his own cover.

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>Jinbei did his best to avoid eavesdropping, but couldn't help overhearing certain things. He did however remain silent.

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>>41555520
>Cait slowly made her way down the hallway, creeping along as silently as she could; the feat of which was difficult even for her own skill. The small dwelling so frighteningly quiet, the tigress feeling almost like she was at risk of going deaf from her own heart beat.

"What the hell is this place?"
>She carefully opens one of the doors. Excluding the bathroom Roll 1d4 = 4

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>>41555543
"Will do. I don't plan on dying that easily anyhow."

Now that the idea has been brought up, it's stuck in her mind. If her next mission meant she'd be executed for incompetence, would they just blow her brains out and throw her into the sea? Would she even be able to recover fast enough to fake her death?

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>Sucy follows the group into the cave. The maniac on the horse blowing their cover from the sounds of hoofstomps now echoing through the cavern. She giggles to herself with satisfaction as the smoke clears from her little explosion.

>>41555497
Hm?

>She muses as she notices the zombie head morph into a red crystal. He wand shifting as she magically moves the crystal to her direction. She has it hover in front of her face for a second. She examines it for a brief moment before opening her bag and placing it in. Perhaps this would be the first installment of her payment.

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>>41555544
>Cait opens the far door down the dark hallway to her right and breaks the darkness with a stark flare of warm light. A vast room opens before her, lined with wooden benched seats that stand row by row before her. A raised platform with a podium and an altar covered with candles. A wooden cross is mounted to the wall closest to Cait and a silver collection bowl sits on the edge closest to the podium, though it appeared to be empty if anyone inspected it.

>The aisles between the rows of benches plunges back behind a half-wall with wooden frames partitioning it from the main hall.


>And, at the very back at the end of the center aisle, was a set of double doors.

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>Grell finishes up with the zombie she had been accosting and swings her chainsaw to her side as she leisurely saunters towards the entrance to the makeshift tomb. Her heels make a series of clicks with every step, her red hair swinging languidly left and right as she goes. She hears Clint's aggrieved shout ahead as well as the fading noise of hoofbeats fading from earshot.


>She casts a brief glance to Sophie and pauses to consider if perhaps she should help her. She supposed splitting the party was a poor idea, though with some of them going ahead she knew well enough that if they did get split it was a downright terrible idea to leave someone alone.


>Grell stops and observes her, holding her grumbling weapon aside as she waited.


>>41555546
>She hears something ahead and turns her head just in time to see the witch stand with her arm stuffed in her bag. It seemed she was in no hurry to race ahead either though Grell couldn't imagine she found anything of interest laying about. Unless, perhaps, that zombie she exploded had inexplicably had a wallet on them.

>The reaper blinks, then ultimately decides to look back and wait for Sophie with a tap of her foot. Her chainsaw grumbles in her hand though its motor was not nearly as loud as it could be despite the closer walls of the entrance to the tunnel beyond.
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>Bailey!

>Wake up!


>Bailey rolls around in the bed in her room, stretching out all of her limbs as far as she could, along with her tail sticking straight up into the air. Her eyes open up as she looked around the room, as if she was trying to look for someone. Seeing as there was no one, Bailey would step out of bed, stretching one last time as she yawned, going to put one some more clothes than the bare minimal she had on now. A simple shirt and gym shorts


Guess Roxy went to work eh....

Maybe I'll have the house to myself for fucking once.

>Ah yes. The house was always so full of so many people who were there. It was rare for Bailey to go downstairs, not worry about someone watching TV in the living room before her, or worry about feeding herself and not needing to ask if anyone else would like some out of some common courtesy towards the others living there. It wasn't that it was a big deal to buy extra pizza for other people, but it was the whole hassle of asking what kind of topping they'd want, maybe they'd want some sides like bread sticks and such, maybe they wouldn't even want pizza in the first place! Probably the icing on the cake, would be Terezi and her god damn licking everything she can. Get pizza from a place with a red box or something and she loses her mind.....


>With a small stomach growl, Bailey figured that this entire thought process was mostly due to her being hungry. So Bailey began to make her way out of her room and head down the stairs of Daves house towards the kitchen. So far she didn't hear anyone in the house, and with the fact that Karkat and Nep were gone, there was a better chance that she was going to be alone.

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>>41555549
>Oh how wrong she was.

>Karkat had been asleep at the same time Bailey was, as it turns out, and he too had been visiting Dave's house.


>The troll sits in the kitchen, just kinda hanging out and looking around, since it had been quite awhile since he had last been here.


>It's the arrival of a person that immediately catches his attention, and his response is rather.. loud.


WHAT THE FUCK.

>Why was SHE here? There's only a short pause in between his obnoxious yelling to give Bailey a chance to also realize who was standing there.


I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.

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>Ohhh god.

>His head hurt like hell, and something about him felt.. wierd.


>He appeared to be just regaining consciousness, he thought, realizing he was laying on solid ground as he began to wake up.


Uggh..

>That damn cat. He's gonna kick his ass as soon as he fully recovers.


>He begins pushing himself off the ground, up to his knees to take a look around at where he was, and the place was.. unfamiliar, to say the least.


>He gets up to his feet, reaching behind his head to grab his hood and put it over his head.


..Where am I..?

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>>41555550
Oh fuck not you again! I thought you were suppose to be deported back to your home planet or some shit!

>While the reaction may have seemed aggressive, Bailey had been wanting to have the house to herself, she wasn't exactly upset at the sight of him. More than anything she wondered what he was doing here.


Dave would at the least leave a sticky note or some crap on the fridge saying that you were coming. Or you know what, not even Dave, at the very least Xion.

>Bailey folded her arms as she stood at the stairs for a moment before continuing down and walking towards him. Well, specifically to the Kitchen where he was, mostly aiming to go towards the fridge. There will be no pipping hot pizza for lunch today. ...right?


<"Does Karkat like pizza...? Nnno, he'd probably like some dumb toppings like pineapple, not worth the asking."


>Bailey eyes Karkat specifically as she thinks about it. For the most part though, she doesn't seem to know exactly what's going on, or noticing anything out of the ordinary.

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>>41555551
>Looking around revealed to the man that the sky was dark and the air bitterly cold. Snow fell from the black abyss above, the white twinkles in the sky not stars but more chilly flakes in the cosmos. Dark trees tower around him, their branches barren and heavy with the same snow. It was dark and dreary as well as unsettling in its silence.

>The snow's layer makes it evident he had been laying there for some time undisturbed, as there were no footprints leading to his spot. However, there was no snow on his body either despite the weather. It's a curious aspect, though there was nothing to signify just how he got there or where the realm of food had gone.


>One could easily mistake this place as the real world, after all...a cold and dark night of some coniferous land but 'real' all the same.

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>>41555555
No you!

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>>41555552
OH MY GOD.

>He facepalmed. She didn't even know where she was, now he has to explain all that shit to her.


OKAY. SHUT THE FUCK UP.

IT'S ALREADY CLEAR THAT YOU AS USUAL HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT IS GOING ON, SO LET'S SKIP THE FUCKIN PLEASANTRIES AND GET RIGHT TO IT SHALL WE?

>He could already tell this was going to be a headache.


WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU REMEMBER DOING BEFORE YOU "WOKE UP"?

>>41555555
OH FUCK YOU
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>>41555553
Hm..

>It was actually quite the pretty sight, honestly. He didn't entirely mind the cold, either. Mist forms in front of his face as he exhales and his breath is thrown into the cold air.


>Though even with the rather beautiful scenery, he isn't really sure where to go, or where he is. Before he passed out he was definitely in a strange lasagna land, so how did he end up here?


>Now that he thinks about it, he was sure that punch from the cat had cracked a few bones, but everything seemed ot be perfectly fine. He rubs his chin as he tries to figure out exactly what had happened to him, but he can't really think of much that actually makes sense to him.


>He shrugs. Maybe he died, and he's been sent to some kind of winter afterlife? It'd be a shame if that were true. He had so many things he wanted to do.


>He begins to walk through the forest, pulling his collar forward a little to keep out the cold, and once again placing his hands in his jacket pockets.


>There was no sense in standing still. Best to see if there's at least anything else here besides trees and snow.

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>>41555565
>Each step makes a crunchy noise, loud enough to feel as if it echoes across the landscape. The snow is fairly shallow at first but each step makes it apparent he must have been resting on a thin patch. The depth rises from the height of his ankles to slowly raising to mid-calf in thickness, making it harder and harder to move through without some considerable effort. The snow above continues to sprinkle from the looming abyss and a biting breeze whips by with a whistling noise through the thin trees.

>It's about ten minutes when the faint noise of something rises above the silence. It comes as a the faintest of noises, easily mistaken for a trick of imagination smothered by the sound of crunching snow. However it comes again, and then again. Each time it sounds just a little louder.


>The sound of an animal howling.


>The direction of the noise originates behind him and still seems far off for now but the forest goes on at any direction. Only one had the slowly strengthening howls coming. There's nothing, nothing except...


>With another breeze there's a faint smell, the tart and musty odor of smoke coming from the traveler's right. It was carried along with the breeze and like the howls' start it was faint and nearly a trick of the imagination, had it not been for another breeze carrying a stronger whiff.

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>>41555566
>The long walk was beginning to wear on him. He didn't mind the cold, sure, but eventually it got to be a bit too much.

>He had begun to start shivering, his arms now held close to his body in an attempt to keep himself warm, wondering if there was anything else here at all.


>The sound of animals howling coming from behind him was not quite what he was looking for though.


>He turns his head to look behind him, stopping where he was and watching carefully to see if any had gotten close, though he doesn't seem to see any. He frowns.


>It's not until the powerful smell of smoke seemed to rush past him that his concentration was broken. Could that be.. people?


>Whatever it was, he'd rather run into them than whatever those animals were, and he begins to talk towards the source of the odd smell.


>With any luck, it'd be someone who could not only tell him where he was, but also protect him from these animals.

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>>41555567
>His hurry to safety slushes the snow around his legs, dragging parallel grooves through otherwise pristine land. The trees thin and then move behind him the further he pushes on, into a darkened thicket with rolling hills. Beyond the hills he could see something emerge from the dark snowing atmosphere, a tall stone wall nearly fifteen meters high lined with wrought iron spikes emerge from the gloom and the closer he pushed the more details started to stand out. An ancient castle barely outlined within the wall's perimeter towers into the dark snowy sky, its spires powdered white and tower windows aglow with a low twinkling light, the sort one could expect for a torch or some type of fire. Nothing else could be seen beyond the towering wall though the space between it and the definition of the castle made it obvious that there must have been something between, perhaps a keep or a town buffered the castle with the walls itself?

>The howls grow louder, chillingly so. With a dragged trail for the creatures to follow he could undoubtedly be found by even the most dimwitted of animals. Down a final slope of a final snowy hill the snow reaches up to his hips in a thick depth. There was no gate but a towering archway standing as the threshold into the hold. The smell of fire itched his nose and the noisy howls grew ever closer...


>From his position wading in the snow he could see a staircase lead up ahead, rising out of the hellish depth that was currently hampering him. Two stone gargoyles sat on either side of the gates, their gnarled faces gazing outwards at the dark forest and at his plight. There didn't seem to be any guards posted there and it was difficult to see if anyone was past the threshold in the low flickering torchlight.

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>>41555568
>It's with his arms outstretched that he tried his best to continue through the waist-high snow. Any progress he'd make with each step was minor, and took much more time than he's happy with.

>The sight of the large walls and the even larger castle looming from within only gives him a brief pause to gaze up at it, the frightening howls of those behind him quickly snapping him back to the problem at hand.


>It's likely he'd only barely make it to the large archway and staircase before whatever animals were chasing after him were able to caught up, and as he does so, he spins around and starts up the stairs backwards, to see if he was able to get a look at whatever had been chasing behind him.


>He'd stop just shortly up the staircase to brush himself off, taking a deep breath, as that walk was quite exhausting.


>It was strange. He didn't remember there being a large castle like this anywhere in the overworld. Granted, he hadn't been to the northern lands so he couldn't know for sure, but he had started to think he was likely still in Hell. Another circle, perhaps?


>Continuing up the stairs, he tilts his head slightly and raises a brow, placing his right hand on the back of his neck as he ventures to see what awaits him at the top.

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>>41555569
>His turn around reveals something massive moving across the open field of snow, dark shapes the size of bears lumbering lithely through the snow that was previously giving him trouble as if it wasn't there at all. There were six of them, long jaws snapping and eyes bright red that pierced through the dark gloom. A smoky trail was left behind them as they moved, dragging along the pure white snow. Slavering jaws and hot red tongues lolled from the lupine muzzles of the beasts, with each breath hot black smoke rose from their mouths and fell behind from their pursuit. The beast at the front howls and the rest join in unison.

>Was it wise to turn away from the open threshold? There was no gate behind to stop the monstrous creatures that were rapidly advancing on his location and no barrier of sorts to prevent their entry. With his back turned he can hear the noise of something heavy running up the slick and snowy stairs he just climbed, the huffing breath of the creatures loud enough to be heard by proximity alone and chillingly close.


>But if he turned around again he'd see that there was nothing there. Instead, the path out of the city was suddenly blocked. The gargoyles sat side by side facing him, their faces frozen in unsettling grins with their talons clasped together in pleased unity. Their size easily blocks the exit, it would be impossible to leave without clambering over them.


>Beyond the threshold was a cobbled street free of snow but slick with ice in patches that traced patterns in the various grooves. With the wall out of the way he'd be able to see buildings, built with dark stone and lit dimly with torches near their entrances. Any sign that stuck out was in a language unrecognizable to any Rigel Priman sort, runic and ancient in script. Solid doors with iron knockers were elevated from the street by small sets of stairs and iron gates barred the way down certain alleys and streets. The main thoroughfare, again slick with ice, leg straight up an incline for the looming castle ahead, its dark silhouette casting even more shade upon the gloomy keep.


>And, finally, after his traveling he found sign of a fellow standing outside one of the buildings. The figure was humanoid, aside the patchy feathered wings hanging loosely on his back. Golden hair spilled around his shoulders and hid his face, his body cloaked with black folds of robes that billowed to the ground.


>He was busy with a long rod he was using to smack the roof above. Each smack dislodged a chunk of snow and dropped it to the street, which slowly slid down the inline and was, undoubtedly, the source of the hazardous icy path.

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>Alice took up on the rear of the group with Dixie.

>Before entering the cave, she casts two small thunder clouds to cover the entrance.


"These should take care of any stragglers if we miss any"

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>>41555559
>Baliey blinks several times at Karkat. This was all inline with how he usually acts, up until he just randomly said "Fuck you" to seemingly no one. Bailey looks around to see if there was another person in the room, or even at any of the windows.

The fuck are you on about...?

>Bailey said turning back to him in confusion, her cat ears twitching slightly. Though she supposed she should humor him as to not work him up anymore than he usually is. Bailey leaned against a wall and looked upward as she tried to think.


Hmm....I think the last thing I remember was....

....Was something like....I think I was fighting something actually.....Wow, I can't really remember shit huh....

>Bailey blinked, seeming to have a bit of trouble remembering the events prior. Maybe she was starting to lose her mind, but how? She's not even that old!....35ish isn't old, right?

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>>41555497
>That's...not at all what he was hoping for. The area was large enough here to charge in but moving around was still too unsafe. The lack of enemies was concerning as well, they couldn't be laying in ambush could they?

>Briefly he eyed the elaborate carvings wondering if he should simply grab these and ditch the group, they look pretty fancy and could fetch a nice enough price. Hell, Astrid might like them if they're not cursed.


>On second thought, she'd probably like them even if they were.


>The sound of movements would dispell the thoughts of desertion for now, he had to decide what to do for now. It'd probably be best to collapse one of the tunnels ro create one single chokepoint and an easy killzone for all the mages present.


>But which of the two should be collapsed? The sounds coming from the right appear much fainter, further away, these tunnels seem to stretch on for a long distance. The sounds from the right were a lot more frightening and apparent, obviously that one had to be dealt with first!


>Sliding off of his trusty steed after galloping toward the left tunnel he took ahold of his trusty longsword and heavy shield, placing himself right at the tunnel's entrance in a defensive position.


"Sherlock, things are gonna go down, don't get in the way!"

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>Makalov could be seen having dismounted, sending his trusty steed back to the far end of the room where she could be seen watching her master, waiting on the ready.


>As the group arrived the man was standing in front of the left tunnel, he briefly turned around, pointing his sword at the right one.


"We gotta block that one somehow! Else we might get overwhelmed!"

>And just like that the knight went back on the defensive, waiting for whatever might be coming for him.

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>>41555509
<Mokou doesn't seem to be pressing the issue at least, which honestly for all her claims of things being typical Mokou, she's not actually that sure about the girl overall aside from her occasional quick temper, ability to hold grudges like crazy, and being one of the few people who normal humans don't have a reason to be afraid of running into.

>>41555517
<If only this Xion girl was able to hide her indignation a bit better, because there's enough powder kegs running around already. Even the slightest spark could set one or maybe even all of them off, though she can't really blame the girl since it is one of her friends being strung up.

<"CURAGA!"


>Marisa can't help but tense up a bit as Xion casts her spell, even just knowing that it's a healing one from it's previous usage in the last fight...well, she's mainly worried about how the Vampire will react.


>>41555522
>Even as interesting as the rundown about Marco was...she's less concerned with that then how the woman will react to the spell...well, at least until Lady seems to just shrug it off, even after basically calling herself a fool several times over.

>Not that Marisa is dumb enough to comment on that part of things.


"Ah, so a clone in a way. Seems those have counted as people around here in some cases at least, so you might have to at least pretend to listen to what he wants to do with himself, from a legal standpoint at least?"

>The girl seems to pause for a moment as if gathering her thoughts.


"Still, its good to know that all those symbols in his pages are actually just nonsense instead of just some strange new language."

>>41555529
>Which is why she just shrugs in response to Marco's flirting, as if she doesn't really care anymore.

"Pretty much any Magician who focuses in Western magic would, at least until they figured out it was just a trick at least."

>The witch-like magician gets a bit of a smirk as she finally thinks of a way to get back at Marco for all his name calling so far.


"None of the ones I can think of would be interested in an old man who is just full of crap though, aside from maybe that bookworm who'd just be after you for your body...and then probably just to add you to her collection, since talking books seem pretty rare."

>Her tone is back to being rather playful again as she heckles the book.


"Seems like it'd be easier to just chat with you about our various different spells anyways, if you decide to stick around instead of following your boss back home."

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<As much as she's secretly relieved over there not being any deaths over this, something still rubs her the wrong way about this guy.

<Though the more she thinks over it, maybe its just that she's really just not one of his friends? Not that he seems worth the effort, but Reimu could be a pretty huge bitch when it comes to her duties as well, when she didn't ignore things because they were working in her favor at least.


<If they hadn't been friends for so long, Reimu might not let herself get called out either though...so some stranger who sees themselves as her counterpart in this more extreme world is likely even worse.


<Well, hopefully his bullheadedness doesn't get them back into trouble tonight though.

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>As the boulder finally crumbles, the petite girl is already moving to continue her assault. In fact she seems to have taken Grell's words of advice, because as soon as the boulder is no longer a barrier between her and the zombie, she's leaped into the air, to deliver a spinning kick full force to the side of the Zombie's head, almost as if she's just trying to kick it off.

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>>41555501
>By this point both Clint and Makalov have already moved on, leaving her with just the other girls and Dixie.

>Which is a bit worrying, since its those other two she's most concerned about. Sure Makalov seemed to know what he was doing, but he didn't look very healthy...and she was mainly here to keep Clint safe in the first place.


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>The others seem to be waiting in a group at least, though its a bit embarrassing that they're waiting for her.

>She quickly hurries to grab the pile of guns she dropped earlier again, before approaching Grell.


"Sorry for making everyone wait, Father said to destroy all of them, so I had to make sure none of them got away."

>For how violently she'd dispatched the pair of zombies she'd faced, the girl speaks rather politely.


"We should probably catch up with the others though, since they might need help."

>And with that she starts heading off down deeper into the cave as well, seemingly unconcerned about anything except the safety of the people who have already gone ahead already.

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<This Lady is... hnmmnnnnggg.... damnit...


<Marisa... I really don think she's one to care about laws and human rights....


>Focused on Lady and the fire headed guy from earlier, now looking pretty damn rough but standing regardless and now, away from the target. It seemed most everyone was ready for a fight if need be but.. maybe it could be halted.


>Not helping but smiling some and letting a short snort out her nose looking to Marco briefly and to Yuno before narrowing her eyes again to Lady. Clutching her shoulder still some.


"Yeah.. and... Marco.... I'd be doing a lot better if we got a bit closer.. just cause haha, just cause you're a book doesn't mean you can't satisfy."

>She chuckled speaking a bit lower and giving a smirk. As she spoke she didn't look away from Lady however.


"Listen.. Marco... I've only just met the bitch, I know how long immortal bonds can work and how it's hard to break them sometimes, but this ones worth breaking... she only sees you as a book anymore it's obvious... I.. we, Yuno and me, see you as a friend and mentor. I told Yuno I'd help her and up til now have only hurt er.. she needs you, I uhh... I need you..."

>Looking to Marco now solid as if he could look back in a way.


"Help me, make her leave and back off... help Yuno and her sister... help me help you and we can help them... your family."
>Looking to Lady once more, giving a heavy teeth gritting glare.
"She needs to leave, leave you, leave Yuno and Nino, and leave here... and now."
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>>41555547
>It was the first time ever Cait has seen what seemingly appeared to be a Christian church, the sight leaving small feline intrigued as she made her way through the rows of pews.

"Must be some sort of temple"
>She muttered to herself, while she cautiously continued onward for the large doors at the end of the room.

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>Contrary to expectation, the moment Tsuna is released and Lady taking a step back is enough to relax Xion considerably compared to a few moments beforehand. His faceplant elicits a loud sigh, her Keyblade dipping in her hand and shoulders unbunching from the tension that stiffened her whole form. She takes a moment to drag the back of her hand over her forehead, wiping away sweat from the effort and stress this evening placed on her.

Phew...

>Tsuna's own threat to the woman after his healing does draw a new frown from Xion however, her relieved smile vanishing almost as quickly as it came.


oh come on hey! How about we keep de-escalating this, okay? Back away from the lady and scoot back here with everyone!

>He didn't look to be in fighting shape now given his nearly drunken stumbling. With the amount of blood he lost she expected that Tsuna was reeling from the effects of it. Curaga did a lot but replenishing blood was not one of those things. The quicker she used it and the less blood lost usually could prolong a fight but her spell hadn't come so quickly after his grievous wound.


>Though he was lucky that something like that was even used on him when it was.


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>With the danger considerably cooled down, at least to the point that nobody was in immediate mortal peril, Xion can finally focus on the situation with the talking book and the frightening vampire's dispute.

<""Yeah.. and... Marco.... I'd be doing a lot better if we got a bit closer.. just cause haha, just cause you're a book doesn't mean you can't satisfy."


>She squints. What?


>Xion feels like she missed some big thing to give this context that didn't sound so unusually lewd and for a moment she wondered if she was operating on a different level of priority compared to everyone else standing around. It's only when Mokou makes her proposition clear that she steps forward and drives her Keyblade in the dirt with enough gusto to hopefully grab the attention of the crew around her.


>With her sword in the ground she crosses her arms and looks to the rest of the group with furrowed and determined brows.


Nooooo fighting! I might not have been around to know exactly what's going on here but someone almost died and this is clearly some kind of...civil dispute? I think? There's already some assault and destruction of private property going on here, engaging in more assault isn't going to make anything better here!

>She'd also really hate if the TPD showed up at the wrong possible moment and saw something that could get the crew she fought the Heartless with in trouble. Whatever happened now was a civil matter, and as Riftguard she wasn't the best for handling this kind of issue...though she'd try if it meant preventing another fight from breaking out.

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>>41555584
>Creeping to the doors goes by without incident and she'd find that the twin doors beyond the pews were unlocked. The doors crack open to crisp morning air, reveal steps leading down to a paved stone path stretching across a beautiful maintained grassy lawn. Honeysuckle bushes line along the walls near the entrance Cait slipped out of and a series of trees ladened with various fruit stood aside the wall. A set of iron gates stood at the end of the path and like the other doors she faced, none were actually locked.

>Though she wasn't alone. A humanoid figure stood at the lemon tree nearest the exit. A basket was slung from his arm, his free hand preoccupied with picking the fruit from the branches with simple grab and twists. His back faced Cait, his dark clothes and his greying hair lit by the sun peeking over the eastern wall.


>Father Lawrence examined the lemon in his hand with a squint. It was very early, earlier than most people were awake usually, though that didn't excuse getting chores done while he waited for the day to start. He was always something of an early bird and waiting around for his unexpected guest to awaken was time better left to doing something.


>He resolved to check on her after he was finished with cooking breakfast, and then perhaps he could speak to her about what happened that involved her being in such a serious condition.

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>>41555570
>The alarming sounds of the wild beasts behind him is enough to make him panic just a little, spinning around to prepare to try to deal with the rapidly approaching monsters.

>Though what he sees when he turns around is perhaps more ominous than the beasts were scary. The gargoyles staring at him with wide grins, having supposedly just dealt with the creatures that were chasing him; he's not sure he wants to know what they did to them.


>So he turns back around, and continues to the top of the staircase, stopping at the top to look around at the small town he had found himself in.


>It seemed rather old-fashioned; as if the castle wasn't already enough to tip him off to something like that, but he actually really liked the atmosphere it had. The dimly lit buildings and houses, as well as the uneven stone roads with a thin sheet of ice created a glossy coat overtop of it all.


>The sight of what appears to be a man is also quite a welcome one. He begins to approach the figure, raising a hand high up into the air in a bit of a wave.


Yo!

>He lowers his arm and puts his hand back in his pocket when the figure would turn around to face him, a bit of a smile on his face in an attempt to appear friendly.


>The wings and odd choice in clothing didn't bother him at all. Living in this world had definitely numbed him to a lot of different things.


I was wondering if you'd be able to help me? I'm a bit lost!

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>>41555576
YEAH, BIG FUCKING SURPRISE.

>Was she really taking part in that game? Was another one happening? Fucking christ this was annoying.


WERE YOU BY CHANCE TAKING PART IN SOME KIND OF GAME? OR MAYBE YOU FINALLY DIED AND I DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOUR SORRY ASS ANYMORE.

>He throws his arms up almost celebratory at that final comment, exaggerating his next words to an incredible degree.


HALLELUJAH THE LORD HAS BLESSED ME. WHAT ELSE MIGHT BE IN STORE FOR ME TODAY?

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>>41555587
>The winged figure pauses and turns his head, not enough to see his face but enough for a pointed ear to peek out from the sheet of immaculate yellow locks. He smacks the thin pole against the roof once more and knocks a final clump of snow off in a manner that it falls right on top of his visitor in a heavy plop.

>The figure turns around with a haughty sniff. The figure's face was devastatingly beautiful, aristocratic and pale with eyes filled with golden light. There was no imperfection on his face, not even one strand of hair out of place to mar his almost lordly countenance. The winged man leers at the smaller figure, his eyes briefly narrowing in a squint.


If you were lost trust me when I say you wouldn't be here. Be grateful you've the wherewithal to find Ubress within Superbia, otherwise...

>As if to punctuate his statement a faint howl rises over the wall surrounding the gloomy city. The winged figures golden eyes flick to look towards the exit. Again, if he looked, he'd see the gargoyles that had blocked the exit were now facing out towards the open fields beyond the wall.


>The winged figure meanwhile glances at his visitor again, this time with a pensive gaze. He stares, almost as if he could see right through him, and after a moment asks:


You. You're mortal? Interesting...normally the Hunds find your lot. Very interesting...

>When the winged man smiles it's radiant, tragically beautiful in an unearthly sense. There is no warmth however in his golden eyes, they glowed fiercely and seemed to suck him in if he stared in for too long. If he did, he'd find his toes and fingers feeling oddly numb...or was that the cold doing that?
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>>41555588
Oh ha, ha ha. Don't make me get Dave to deport your ass again.

Funny joke though, I can't die.

>Bailey blew air through her nose, but thought about it a bit more. Now that he mentions it, she was playing something right?


Yeah. I guess I was. It wasn't like a normal game though. Like some LARP bullshit. Was playing with some others....it was that game that everyone in the house played though. Roxy, Dave, you and Nep....but...

>She was speaking more outloud that to him at this point. Mainly trying to piece together her thoughts prior to waking up here. Not like she could die, right? Even then, what was this suppose to be...Hell probably with Karkat being here and all. Still though, what was he even on about


What the fuck are you even on about?

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>>41555590
THIS ISN'T REAL YOU WORTHLESS SHITHOLE. YOU'RE ASLEEP.

IT'S PROBABLY A WASTE OF TIME EXPLAINING IT TO YOU, BUT SEEING AS I'M FEELING RATHER GENEROUS TODAY, AND THIS IS SUCH A TOUCHING REUNION, I'LL DO MY BEST TO SHOVE THIS FAT FIST OF KNOWLEDGE DOWN YOUR GAPING SPEAKHOLE.

>He takes a moment of pause, clearing his throat and preparing to drop one of the biggest and nastiest information dumps of the century onto this sorry little catgirl.


YOU'RE PLAYING A FUCKING GAME, DUMBASS.

>Delightful.


NEITHER OF US ARE ACTUALLY HERE. IT'S BASICALLY A HIGHLY REALISTIC DREAM WHERE YOU CAN BE AN EDGY SHITLORD AND TALK TO DEAD PEOPLE.

AND NO, BEFORE YOU FUCKING ASK, I'M NOT DEAD.

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>>41555591
Being an edgy shitlord huh?

Seems right up your alley.

>Bailey snickered, not taking what he was saying serious. It was hard to take Karkat serious at any time since you could never tell if he likes you, he's being an asshole, or if he was neutral. Hard to tell what Nepeta sees in him. Though, still. What he had said still stuck with her a bit, and she started to think about it. She was on a completely different planet, and was in the middle of something, how could she even end up back here...and then it clicked. She wasn't completely invincible. So maybe it was....Baileys eyes bulged out of her skull and her cat ears and tail stuck straight up at the realization that she did in fact die. That It was a brief flash of what was going on, that she had just slipped up, let her guard down. Her guard was down long enough for her to feel a sharpe pain, then the sight of the world being flipped upside down, followed by the sight of her shoes in inch infront of her.


FUCK!

I fucking died!? SERIOUSLY! That stupid ass fox thot was completely full of shit!

God damn it!

.....God damn it...

>She she wasn't infact the all powerful being she had thought she was. While she should have known better, she still let it get to her head it seemed like. 14 years of training to be for nothing for her to die not even three years outside of that timeloop. Bailey snapped out of it for a second and pointed an accusing finger towards Karkat


Wait, then how the fuck are you here if you're not dead then!

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>As the glowing red crystal hover before her eyes, it would emanate a powerful and unfamiliar aura. Almost seeming to hum impatiently as it is stored away in her bag.


>>41555574

>Dixie nods with approval.


< Smart move. Being ambushed from behind could spell disaster for us.


>Although she doubted Frank had not taken notice of the magic blast at the mouth of the cave. He likely heard that and was already preparing himself. So long as they were together and worked as a team however, she was confident things would work out all according to plan. Continuing onward with Alice, She helps to hold up the rear and watches as the rest of the group strolls forward to catch up with the knight.


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>The Undeads head is kicked and launched far off into the distance as the body collapses on the ground.


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>As the rest of the group enters the large chamber that Makalov and Sherlock were in, they too would be greeted by countless, elaborate,incomplete, carvings covering the walls. Though the high ceiling was shrouded in darkness. The footsteps coming from the left and right doorways suddenly stop in their tracks as Makalovs voice echoes throughout the chamber. The brief silence is broken by a series of small clicks from the darkened ceiling. There is a high pitched echo followed by another click as unseen... speakers turn on? A gruff, annoyed voice that both Dixie and Clint would recognize as Frank, speaks to the group.


"You are trespassing in the Great Tomb of Frank, the Body Snatcher. If you're here for the Death Metal concert, there was a misprint. That isn't until Tuesday. If not..."

>The opening to the tunnel behind them is suddenly closed off by a literal wall of writhing undead dropping from the ceiling, seemingly stuck together, unable to escape or attack. The rumbling akin to that of a tunnel collapsing.


"State your business and I might not kill all of you."

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>>41555589
Well I certainly didn't come here on purpose! I don't even know what this place is!

>He says with a shrug, taking another look around before returning his gaze to the rather stunning man in front of him.


>Crossing his arms and tilting his head, he's still rather lost as to where he is. "Mortal"? So it was likely he was still in Hell, but where?


I am mortal! Quite the odd question, though. Are you not?

>His eyes narrow a little as his smile remains, and he once again raises his arms in a shrug.


I'd have to say though, I don't quite remember much before I woke up. All I know is that I found myself in the middle of a forest, and was chased here by some rather scary monsters!

So I'm afraid it's as I say. I'm quite lost indeed!

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>>41555592
SOMEONE GIVE HER A PRIZE, SHE FIGURED IT OUT. WE'VE WON THE FUCKIN PROVERBIAL LOTTERY. MAYBE I'LL TEST MY LUCK WITH GETTING NEPETA TO STOP THAT BULLSHIT ROLEPLAYING.

>But now she was freaking out. And clearly still didn't get the point where he said it was basically a dream.


I LITERALLY JUST EXPLAINED THIS TO YOU YOU BRAINDEAD SHITWEASEL. MAYBE YOU HAVEN'T REALIZED THE FACT THAT I ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, SO TRY ADJUSTING YOUR HEAR DUCTS AND PAY ME A LITTLE MORE ATTENTION THAN A GOLDFISH ON COCAINE.

>He starts speaking more slowly, making a slight chopping motion with his hands as if he were explaining it to a toddler.


THIS IS A DREAM. I'M ASLEEP. YOU'RE ASLEEP.

YOU HAVE TWO LIVES IN THAT IDIOTIC GAME. YOU'LL BE FINE WHEN YOU WAKE UP.

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>>41555594
<"I am mortal! Quite the odd question, though. Are you not?"

>The question incites a self-assured smirk from the stunning figure. He seems to draw himself up to a proper stand, his wings unfurling behind his back to spread wide Facing away from him, the wings had looked patchy and unremarkable. However, the inside looked wrong. The interior of the wing had eyes of different sizes and colors framed in a pitch dark. Feathers frame the wing which gave the illusion of them being feathered on the other side, but the eyes were strange and wrong, practically eldritch and all looking straight at him.


You are in the presence of an angel, boy. And you, mortal, perished and were damned to reside in the realm of Hell that suits your sins upon your shoulder. Pride is the sin that stains your soul and you've been placed here in Superbia for your eternal punishment. You have our lord Lucifer to bow your worthless head to, for he presides over his realm as the Prince.

>The angel folds his wings shut and taps his long pole's end on the ground. He narrows his eyes and hums quietly as he gazed at the mortal.


To reach Ubress you must have a particularly strong character...and a strong soul. Surely strength of such magnitude is something you must be quite proud of.

>He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, leaning in a different stance as he looked over the newcomer, the way someone would eye a particularly desirable piece of tail.

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>>41555596
Hmm..

>He hums rather loudly, bringing a hand up to his chin as he seems to think about what was just said to him, his expression not really changing his rather cheerful nature however.


You're giving me mixed signals here, mister! Am I worthless? Or am I strong?

>He asks with another large smile on his face. he doesn't seem to be bothered at all by the news that he had died. The fact he was still able to walk around Hell as he is was enough for him to continue as he wanted to. It would perhaps be a tad more difficult, but he could probably find a way around it.


>The rather unsettling sight of the inside of his wings would be enough to put him off a little, but he was in the middle of something right now! No time to freak out!


Pride, though? I see! Yes, I suppose that does suit me rather well. I think I'll fit in quite well here.

Perhaps I'd have to pay a visit to my new Lord. I wouldn't want to be rude!
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>>41555577
Block it? We don't know if Frank will be there or not!

>Still, he may have had a point. Clint thought about it for a second or two, before bringing his hand to the numberpad on his fake arm, about to type out a code but stops when he hears something.


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>The hairs on the back of Clints neck stand up as he hears the clicks. His immediate thought was that there were some form of trap, and that he was right smack dab in the middle of it. He wasn't sure if he should run or not given that he wouldn't understand the nature of the trap until it was too late. But as the sound of speakers turning on came about, Clints relaxed just the slightest bit, breathing out of his nose.

....There he is.

>Or atleast his voice. Unfortunately the element of surprise wasn't on their side. Wasn't going to be that easy anyways. As Clint watched the zombies fall from the ceiling and blocking their means of escape with their bodies all glued together like some mass of meat. THey could probably get out with the right cutting and exploding here and there. For the moment it wasn't much danger to them though. Clint turned to the speaker and yelled back, half expecting him to be able to hear him.


Good to see you're still kicking Frank. Could tell you all about why we're here. Why don't come on down here so we could talk.

>Frank and Clint both speaking together was something that was probably brief at best. He certainly didn't remember saying anything meaningful to him with their first encounter. Maybe he'll come down right away and save them the trip though.

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>>41555597
>The smug countenance of the angel slips somewhat and for a moment he gazes at the mortal with pinched lips and narrowed eyes. When he speaks again it's tacit and cold, nearly as cold as the air around them.

Stand before our Lord and he shall judge you accordingly. But if I were you, boy, I wouldn't bother. An exemplary mortal is still only a mortal, hardly better than a lowly beast in your mortal realm.

>It happens a little too quickly. One moment the angel was giving him all his personal space and the next he was surrounded by eyes of the angel's wings, all staring at him with shrunken pupils that quivered in their irises. The angel loomed over him, golden eyes blazing like a sun and casting a warm light over his shaded body. He's suddenly uncomfortably close with an intense gaze focused right into his own. The sensation of numbness, if he stared up into the angel's eyes, would return, though nothing else felt particularly off aside that.


How do you fancy yourself? By what means did you come here? Tell me.

>It's an order, and one likely not one to be ordinarily listened to, but there was something again very off about the intensity of the eyes the angel focused on him. If he wasn't careful he'd find his thoughts muddled, and the order tempting to follow. Despite the ghastly wings the angel's face was still quite beautiful, achingly so, and enthralling in an unnatural way.

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>>41555595
>Bailey would probably say something back to match his swearing and remarks, but she was too busy still coming to terms with her death. She was asleep then....and wasted life...if this was anywhere else she wouldn't be coming back....probably. It was better to assume she wouldn't be coming back at this point than assuming death would just be something she didn't have to worry about again. That was probably what caused her to die in the first place, not worrying about it. With a sigh Bailey went to fold her arms again, and lean back on the wall she was on fully and tap the back of her head against it a few times.

...damn it....

>Bailey sloooowly slide down the side of the wall she was on and looked down at her knees. Near death experience were one thing, but actually death was an entirely differently thing. It wasn't even all that extreme. No white light. No booming voice. No life flashing before the eyes. ALmost instant.

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>>41555599
>It's at this point that the young man finally seems a bit shocked and defensive, raising his arms up close to his body, making a stop sign with each hand, and taking a step back.

>His smirk wavers slightly, now looking a little more nervous and unsure of himself.


Woah woah woah! No need for hostilities!

>He'd try to diffuse the situation as quickly as he possibly could. He knew he'd likely get his ass kicked by whatever this guy was, and taking a few moments to look at the wings that were once again spread wide, it only really solidified that opinion.


>He didn't like the sensation the mans own eyes gave him either, the slight feeling of numbness. He'd try to keep his gaze only slightly below his eyes from this point onwards, trying to ignore the admittedly very creepy wing-eyes as well.


I don't quite remember how I got here! Like I said, everything before waking up in the forest is a blur!

>He takes another step back, and lowers his arms to his side once more.


>He decides for now not to try playing anymore word games for the time being. The strange angel before him clearly was not a fan.


>Best to wait until he calmed down a little first.

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>>41555530
>The response to his threats was most certainly not what Tsuna was hoping for but perhaps Xion would find it preferable.

>Raising a hand to her mouth the lady's smirk grew wider and wider


<I won't forgive you, and I won't hold back.


"Ahahaha! How very cute! I am sure you will, boy."

>Lady had to resist the urge to give the man before her a headpat to show how much of a good boy he is being.


"Now get out of my sight and recover enough to stand again before you threaten me. This is incredibly pathetic."

>She wasn't taking his threat seriously, the woman had a boundless air of confidence to her and so far has been able to back up said confidence, maybe it wasn't a good idea to taunt her any further?


>>41555578
>How delectable, even Marcochius is getting a piece of the magician's mind while it wasn't rare to get the better of him it was always satisfying to see. It lifted her mood up enough to respond to Marisa's request.

"Very well then, it's obvious that Marcochius isn't under some sort of spell so I will listen to what it wishes to do."

>>41555583
>The smile on her vanished rather quickly as she listened to Mokou's little speech, it didn't quite turn into an angered frown or anything of that sort but rather a hard to read expression, thinking.

"You. You're Fujiwara Mokou are you not?"

>There wasn't exactly anger to her voice, more or less just stating facts.


"Marcochius doesn't bind itself easily to someone, those of weak will would be driven mad by it's power rather quickly."

>She crossed her arms, lifting up her chin as she continued to stare down at Mokou.


"Do you wish to challenge my ownership over Marcochius? You can barely stand and suffer from fatigue."

>She briefly looked back to Tsuna, who too can't exactly stand, shaking her head before looking back at Mokou. What was it with these people and insisting upon threatening her after she just beat them? Was there some sort of transcendental entity or law that determined everything happening in this world?


>Was it like the hand of god, hovering above making it's puppets dance and obey to arbitrary chance? For some reason this thought frightened Lady.


"Heal first before you threaten me, witch. Perhaps I will accept your challenge should you possess something of equal value for me."

>>41555585
>The Riftguard made an admirable effort to keep all the maniacs in check, it was a nice quality to have Lady supposed but that is to be expected of the servants of the law.

>They're all kind of dull and wish to quell the excitement of battle whenever they could for some reason.

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>>41555600
...

>Karkat stared incredulously at Bailey, facepalming once more as she began to sit there and continue to be useless.


OH MY GOD GET THE FUCK OVER IT.

GET YOUR FUCKING SPINAL CREVICE OFF THE GROUND AND PLAY THE GODDAMN GAME. MUCH TO MY OWN DISPLEASURE, YOU AREN'T DEAD, SO WAKE THE FUCK UP.

IF YOU MUST CONTINUE TO BOTHER MY EVER SO BUSY LIFE, DO IT ON THAT STUPID CHAT PROGRAM OF YOURS. I HAVE MUCH MORE IMPORTANT SHIT THAN YOU HAVING AN EXISTENTIAL CRISIS TO DEAL WITH.

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>>41555603
Mmm....

>Karkat certainly wasn't the best at motivating someone. Actually. Maybe he was. She was getting up of the ground with a sigh and a pinch of the bridge ofher nose. Bailey probably would want to mop about it a bit longer, but if she had to sit and listen to Karkat spew bullshit for another minute she'd probably want to die again.


Yeah, yeah. You would be busy with things like having Nepeta fuckin jump on your dick, going "Oooo wooo what's this?"

Why the fuck would I even text you later when I could just ask you right now?

>Though, she thought about it a bit. It would be smart to get tips about it. She could ask Roxy and Dave for pointers when it comes to fighting the final boss. Maybe it'd be better to ask someone who had a different session than those two, plus she hadn't talk to Karkat about it much.


Say, did you have to deal with the same bullshit right? Alchemising, Frog bullshit, rings, and black queens and kings?

Did you kick their asses or did they kick yours? AS much as I'd hate to admit it I think I need your help to understand what's gonna be waiting for me when I wake up.

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>>41555578
>The grimoire was just about to correct the magician until the words kept flowing...

<his pages are actually just nonsense

<it was just a trick
<an old man who is just full of crap
<talking books seem pretty rare

>If Marco had any visible eyes they would be twitching right about now as he viciously vibrates in the air.


"Excuse me? Excuuuhuuuse me?!"

>Even with his theatrics he sounded actually upset.


"Calling me just a talking book is the same as calling you all fleshbags that wander around producing nothing but waste and other fleshbags! How reductive and close minded can a witch be?"


>He began to wildly swing from side to side in front of Marisa!


"Ooooh you brat! I'll show you a thing or two, show you just what I am capable of! Oooh now you've done it! Noooow you've done it! I can be a mad teacher, show you the depths of unheard magicks and shamanism that'll turn your mane gray!"

>He wasn't exactly threatening Marisa, in fact he seems to almost enjoy the banter Marisa provides.


>>41555583

>That is, until Mokou's speech hit him right where it hurt most.


<"Yeah.. and... Marco.... I'd be doing a lot better if we got a bit closer.. just cause haha, just cause you're a book doesn't mean you can't satisfy."


"Uh."

<"I uhh... I need you..."


>It was certainly a lot to take in at once, Mokou always seemed so proud and sure of herself so to hear her calling for his help specifically, it tugged at his non-existant heartstrings. And you know what? She does have a point. There's no reason for him to go along with what Lady wants to do just because he acted a little out of line.


"Fujiwara Mokou...goddamn, is this really true?"

>>41555530
>>41555585

"Mother. Marco is staying with me."

>Yuno's stern voice shouted down to Lady, she too had listened to what everyone had to say and enough was enough.


"Although I am no longer a Chavassard Marco is still bound to me as well, he belongs to me as much as he does to you. My status has no bearing on his duties."

>The girl pointed her stave down at the vampire, still sitting on Marisa's broom.


"You have no right to steal him after trespassing my appartment. Now begone! You are not welcome here, Mother."

>The long and arduous night everyone had to suffer through was slowly turning into a dawn, the light of the sun barely apparent over the horizon, not enough to cast actual sunlight over Town but in just a few minutes it will be.


>Lady actually didn't seem too displeased with the way Yuno shouted down at her in fact the vampire had quite a toothy smile on her as she looked up at the group on the broom.


"You would be correct. Very well then, Mrs. Juno, I submit to your demands."


>Looking over to Marco in particular her tone grew a little more harsh.


"Marcochius. I will give you a month to take care of everything, use your time wisely."

>Her look shifted over to Mokou, briefly going over Xion before finding it's mark.


"Once a Month has passed I will come find you once more."

>There was yet another faint humming coming from her, soon enough Lady's form began to dissipate in front of everyone as she became translucent before vanishing into nothingness.


"Farewell."

>The Lady was gone just as the first few rays of sunshine descended upon the ruins of the aptly named apartment complex.

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>>41555601

...Hmm.

>The wings retract back and the angel straightens, his intense gaze slipping away into a faint grimace of...disappointment. He rubs his chin with his free hand and looks away, and once he does the numb feeling fades away. For a few seconds it felt like his core itself was under scrutiny, though he had wisely looked away from the thrall of the angel and for it made him distinctly put out.


Well. If that's the case perhaps it was simply a fluke you made it so far. Maybe its that ridiculous luck you have that let you come this far already?

>The angel smiles but its thin and humorless. He sighs and turns away to focus on the snow-covered room and lifts the rod again to swat away more of the snow. His free hand gestures languidly towards the street leading up to the looming castle and its ancient towers.


If you wish to test it, Lord Lucifer resides there. Few mortals can impress him but perhaps the you will? If not...well, he would be appreciative of you regardless, I suppose.


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