Paid Expedition (Endgame Party)

The expression on the real Sivvy's face could only be described as purely murderous. Emotions, especially intense ones, were hard for the clone to regulate. But right now, she wasn't even trying to regulate it. The hand placed on the invisible shield that kept her out started to glow red, energy arcing off of it like a transformer about to blow. Otherwise, she stood as still as any predator lying in wait for their prey to pass by.

69, the unwise clone that she was, only smirked and wiggled her fingers at her sister in a taunting way, thinking her shield strong enough to keep out the force of nature that was 7 when she was pissed. The other hand had abandoned the button of his pants and instead had snaked around him. Not that he could see it, but he could perhaps sense the dark tendrils were forming over the tips of 'not Sivvy's' hands, which she seemed intent on digging into her prey if he didn't move. One way or another she was getting the energy she wanted, and getting it right in front of a clearly defective and malfunctioning sibling was a sadistic delight that couldn't be passed up.

She'd never have the chance, though.

The anti-woman 'indestructible' shield suddenly cracked all over, revealing its large domed shape. Sivvy's carmine eyes never once left 69 as raw destructive power forced its way into the barrier, causing it to pulse and quiver under the force. Once it was little more than a shattered mess, Sivvy's hand released a crimson blast of power and the whole thing exploded. If that wasn't frightening enough for the clone that dared mess with Arty, then the fact that she blinked out of sight was probably more alarming...if she'd had time to be alarmed. As quickly as she disappeared from sight she reappeared right in front of 69. Uncomfortably close. Nearly nose to nose, so close. It wasn't like Sivvy to discard the most efficient route to defeat a foe, but Sivvy had long forgotten about efficiency. She could have beheaded her three times over by now, but no, she wordlessly stared with illuminated blood-red eyes for only a breath's worth of time, just long enough for the icy chill of unadulterated bloodthirst to creep up 69's spine. Perhaps the small pause was just to make sure Artemis was protected before she proceeded. A translucent shield had appeared around him, seeming to be made of some sort of crystal. Once it appeared, and just as 69 recovered enough to release the darkness from her hands upon Sivvy, the ambassador basically screamed and went off like a nuke. Her whole body glowed bright red just before a horrible, purely destructive energy launched out of her and blasted the clone and everything unshielded within four hundred meters of her off the map.

Though the same could not be said for the Cursed Land's flora and fauna, 69 was built the same as Sivvy, so she wasn't vaporized. No, she flew backward with enough speed and force to make a giant crater in the dirt as her body smacked it and slid out of sight. A mushroom cloud extended above over the area, visible for several miles all around.

Sivvy wasn't done, though. Fully aware of where her sister finally skidded to a stop, she intended to make it clear just how big the gap was between their power levels. Sivvy launched forward like she was a projectile, landing heel first into 69's middle and pushing her lower into the earth. The bloodied and mangled enemy beneath her could only gasp and sputter, staring up at her mirror image with strained eyes full of terror. Siv observed the expression with a slightly tilted head before she reached down, putting her hand over the face so she couldn't see it, and also so she could grip her face. Pulling up until 69 was dangling above the ground before her, she paused as nothing more than a silhouette against the charred and burning hellscape, then used all her physical strength to bash her skull back down into the dirt. "Not him," she spat coldly, knowing that the broken clone under her could still hear if nothing else. Still, an angry 7 had even less capacity for mercy than stoic 7. This emotional Sivvy brimming with fresh rage didn't want her to die too fast. She wanted her to feel it. Feel her mistake. Pay for it. Regret it. Only then would she let this piece of garbage die.


[wc: 759]

The Unknown Lands were, as the name implied, filled with mystery and the unknown. Rather than a single location or even a single biome, it was everywhere that civilization had yet to conquer. Ocean, desert, jungle and deadlands... places too dangerous for civilization to reach, at least in the present. Mayhaps in the future the forests of stone and metal would reach these places as well, but for now only the strong could hope to survive in these areas.

Akeya had been told that the Magic Council was organizing expeditions to these dangerous anomalous places, to gain more knowledge about them and to find things that could be of use to Fiore as a whole. Of course she didn't exactly trust the government to be entirely honest about their intentions, but she figured that it couldn't hurt to do some exploring herself. Especially since, if the Magic Council did end up having underhanded purposes, she would be better equipped to decide how to respond to that if she was already involved. After all, sometimes the best way to overcome a trap was to trigger it on purpose.

For now, however, she was playing it safe. Rather than mucking about on the ground Akeya was far above, high enough that she planet curved away beneath her. The air was thin enough that those who required oxygen to survive would have trouble staying awake, and those who required warmth to live would feel their blood slowly freeze over. The edge between sky and space, a place dangerous not because of what inhabited it but because of its very nature. Even a volcano was more habitable than this place. For Akeya it was a sort of sanctuary, from which she could safely observe the world below. The void beyond sustained her, and the cold never bothered her anyway.

From here she could feel a soup of emotions rising up from the lands below. Love, hatred, anger, envy... It looked like the others who had joined the expedition so far weren't having the best time of it. Which one should she join? Someone she already knew, one who she could cooperate with? Or someone new, someone she could learn about and figure out what made them tick. All the people who dared to join this expedition where beings of power, so every single one of them was worth investigating.

Raising her claws Akeya pulled at the light and the dark of the world around her, forcing the two absolutes to shape themselves in front of her, manifest as several settings. Detailed, three-dimensional maps of the areas which were currently being explored by other members of this grand expedition. Some of them were merely conversing, others were in the midst of combat. The dragoness narrowed her emerald eyes as she glanced over some of them. She could already tell that not all of them would be welcoming to her. One of the settings appeared to be a lover's quarrel, of all things. She would call that foolish if she wasn't aware that for those who let emotions rule their lives any location could become a battlefield of passion.

Calling that foolish might be accurate, but if it was so prevalent in the world then stopping to call it such would be a waste of time and energy. Especially since Akeya wasn't in a position to do anything about it. She might have played the role of tutor in the past but she was unsuited to teach others the virtues of rationality and calm-headedness.

Instead she merely watched, for the moment, eyes flickering from one scene to another. Which people would need her help? Which people would be of use to her? There were several members of Fairy Tail here... would joining them improve her standing within the guild? She was a newcomer, so if she could prove herself useful in a dangerous situation... Definitely worth considering.

She blinked as in one of the settings an explosion occurred, of sufficient size that it actually managed to obscure most of her map. It had come along with a burst of hatred and rage so intense that Akeya would almost have been worried about being burned by it. Instead she expanded the map, studying it more closely.

If she agreed with the Magic Council about anything, it was that more data was always useful.

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PWC: 726/687

The mist was a bit of a pain and the read haired girl found it quite hard just to see her own hands in front of her face. This place was incredibly weird and the name Unknown Lands sure was a fitting one but the girl couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy at the fact she was exploring an area that only a few had ever set in. She’d been told to stick with another mage to avoid getting lost but as usual, her mind had started to wonder, along with her feet and now here she was, wherever here was. Sienna wasn’t afraid or anything like that, knowing that she was capable of defending herself if things went bad. Still, she hoped that fighting wouldn’t be necessary today as she honestly wasn’t in the mood for it. In fact, she was more eager about possibly finding out more about the wildlife of the place. Since joining the new guild, her desire to do so had increased even further, beyond what it had always been. The girl had spent so much of her childhood exploring the forest of Sakuramori and now wasn’t all that different, just a change in location.

A shadow would suddenly catch her eye through the mist, causing her to stop, curious as to what was approaching her. At first, it would just be one shadow but as the seconds passed, more and more would catch her gaze until they were all around her. Sienna made no effort to defend herself and simply waited until one of the shadows approached her, coming to a stop about three feet in front of her. It was only when it got so close that the mage realised what it was and a smile crossed her features. A wolf but one far bigger than she’d ever seen before. It must have been three times her height and who knew how many times her weight, with black shaggy fur and crimson coloured eyes. It sure was menacing and the growling would have scared a lot of people. For the girl though, that wasn’t quite how she felt.

“Hi there, Im Sienna,” she said brightly, oblivious to the intimidating presence of the wolf, speaking as though she was talking to a guild mate.

The wolf stopped growling and tilted its head, seemingly bemused by the child as her words reached it. “You speak wolf?” It replied, its tone deep and powerful.

“That’s right. I can speak and understand the language of any animal,” she answered, “It’s a little trick that I’ve been able to do since I was a little kid. Nice to meet you, big wolf.”

“Big? Wolf?” The animal was clearly confused and some of the anger that had been its voice seemed to fade away. Shaking its head in an almost human like manner, it then said, “What are you doing in my pack's territory, child?”

“Nothing much, I just got lost in the mist. I don’t mean your pack any harm, I’m just exploring.” Sienna smiled, looking up at the massive beast. “Couldn’t do me a favour and help me out of here, could you? Please?”

“You’re lucky that I don’t eat you,” the wolf said dryly, “Though I doubt you’d be more than a mouthful. Hmm, there’s a strange scent about you. You’re one of those human spell casters, aren’t you?”

“Yeah but I’m not going to use any magic on you guys. I just want to travel these lands, that’s all. If your pack could help me out with that, I’d appreciate it. I’m sure I could find a way to repay you for it.” There was no lie in her eyes and as she smiled up at the wolf, she had to fight off the temptation to stroke his fur. “I like wolves. There was a pack close to my home who I spent a lot of time with.”

“I see,” the large creature answered, thinking about what to do for a few moments before adding, “Alright, little one. We’ll guide you out. Climb aboard, it’ll be quicker that way."

With a chuckle, Sienna would clamber up on the beast in one fluid motion and the wolf would make a 180 degree turn and plough back through the mist, carrying the mage easily on its back.

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The softness in his initial tone cut through the red haze in her mind, pulling her just enough out of her maiden voyage into rage that she dropped the damaged clone's face and stood. Even if his pleading for her to wait hadn't been a command, she'd treated it as one. Her back was still to him as she did her best to collect herself, trying to put all the complex and confusing emotions back into the boxes they'd sprung from. The darkest parts of the intense anger flipped like a switch and disappeared leaving her to wonder about her response and why she had taken the less efficient route to solving the problem. Raising her hands, she peered down at them, observing them tremble.

Finally turning to face Artemis, a still angry but in control Sivvy met his eyes. "She touched you," she said quietly over the crackling of burning trees and settling debris. Her hands lowered back to her sides where they made fists to try and mask their shaking. "She was going to..." Sivvy's voice trailed, the ending of the sentence uncertain even to her. 69 was going to what? Which aspect was more grievous? That was going to claim him, ravage every inch of him while she watched, helpless? That she was going to kill him and feast on his energy to fuel herself while he thought she was his friend? The killing part should have been the lone source that spurred her on, but somehow the former had been the ignition. Both caused a pain in her chest that was worse than anything she'd ever physically endured from injury.

This was the day that the clone would learn just how fine the line was between anger and fear and that both could happen simultaneously. The thought that 69 could take him from her, both is life and his attention, had frightened her. Even knowing that Artemis thought it was her didn't soften the blow. It felt the same as before when Amalie had been harmed because she let her guard down in front of someone she thought was her friend, and had no reason to think wasn't. Sivvy's situation was unique and horrible. So many clones were out there, all looking identical to her. They might as well be her as far as anyone else was concerned. And though it wasn't Sivvy's fault that any of them existed, including herself, she felt responsible. Why hadn't she said more to warn the people closest to her? Was it...shame? Shame that she wasn't a unique being like everyone else? Shame that she was just one of many copies of a dead girl? Fear that everyone she'd come to hold dear would reject her as a real person if they knew? Fear that they wouldn't be able to tell the difference and would come to mistrust who she was? Fear that they'd always be at risk just associating with her?

Maybe she wasn't a real person after all. Dr. Raelin had always stressed that the clones didn't possess the same rights as a normal human. As Sivvy progressed she'd wondered if he'd just said that so he could justify the heinous things he'd done to them, but now she wasn't so sure. As much as she feared him, taking just one look around at what she'd done to the area and the expression on Artemis's face told her that he'd been right about one thing. Emotions were the enemy of logic and efficiency. Even now she could hear 69's ragged breath and groaning as she tried to claw herself out of the crater, still alive despite all the collateral damage.

Worse yet, she couldn't deny that, for those brief moments where she'd completely lost herself, she'd never felt more alive. More like an individual. More human, like the reactions she'd witnessed in her mentor on Kenrojima. This is what she'd dared to hope she could become, even though her mind fought her. Even though seeing it and feeling it now was terrifying and unfamiliar and she didn't know how to control it.

"Artemis, she's not me," she felt compelled to say, voice trembling a little. Slowly she turned her head, shaking her hair out of the way so that the '7' inked into her flesh would be visible. She hated that mark and always tried to hide it, but now it was all she had to prove her identity, just as Dr. Raelin had intended. Did he not want her to kill 69 because he wasn't sure which was which even now? Her mind wailed and lamented that she didn't look different as panic gripped her. If Artemis rejected her, she wasn't sure what she'd do. "I wish I looked different than them!" she cried, and as if listening to her desperate cry, the spirit within her granted her wish. It was just a small thing, but it would make all the difference. Just as Iudex and lent her the power to destroy that barrier, the Nephilim had mercy on her and turned the pink locks of her original host's clone to a shiny black. The woman Artemis had met at the fake wedding appeared like a ghost behind Sivvy, giving the man a soft smile in hopes that her gift would not alarm him with its timing before disappearing again.


[WC: 893]

In the time Aspen had assisted Serilda and Mythal subdue the angry parent worm, Theo managed to collect himself some. It was unclear how one could actually prepare for the situation he'd just encountered, but if anyone could be the least prepared for such a thing it'd be Theo. He was rarely prepared for anything. There was just so much to try and unpack and repack in his brain, reminding him ever fervently that his life was not simple by any means. Maybe the reason his life was such a mess was because he was, very literally, out of sync with time. He was never meant to be thousands of years in the past, so he'd messed that up. He also wasn't meant to be in this time either, evidenced by the fact that his parents were so young. Theo felt responsible for Rin's death as it was, but now he was concerned he was destined to ruin everything and would really screw up stuff for his parents and Aspen by simply existing. Whywasitallsoridiculousandcomplicatedugh...

When his friend returned to his side and he felt her hand on his shoulder, he was able to look at her with slightly less of a soggy expression. "I'm fine." He managed a smile, still holding the handkerchief, which he now brought to roughly wipe his face dry. "I don't think you'd believe me if I tried to explain it. No one has yet," he said in an odd tone, somewhere between relieved, happy, and devastated. Well, what he said wasn't entirely true. Rin had believed him, but she was no longer living. "Those people back there just surprised me, is all. Maybe I'll try to explain it later. I'm just....really happy I met them just now. Happy and scared, haha! It's so weird!" Theo grinned, squaring his shoulders and resolving not to be the Debbie Downer spazzy mess he'd been. "Plus, that worm's kid almost killed me. It was terrifyi--"

The roar of agony released by the halved worm caused Theo to nearly jump out of his skin as he spun to look. What he saw was kinda scary, but still, he smiled. They were strong. Young and strong. They'd be far less young if he was in his proper place in time, but he wondered if they were still this strong or maybe even stronger! What an intimidating thought! Aside from a couple of physical traits, Theo couldn't help but notice he was nothing like them. Perhaps his time away had molded him into someone who could scarcely be called their son.

All this introspection took place in the span of the half-second it took for the bloody mist to reach him and splatter him in worm gore.  "...ugh? AUGH!! AUGH MY MOUTH WAS OPEN! NAAASTYYYY!" he howled, shoving the precious handkerchief stained so far with only with his tears into his pocket to protect it. "GrooOooOOooOoossss....Smaug, eat the head so it'll stop slinging grossness everywhere!" he commanded, so the jello dragon made landfall and did just that. It was pretty gross still, since now there was a large worm head suspended and visible in the clear red jello and very real blood dripping from that cherry-scented maw. But at least the head wasn't thrashing anymore, right? Theo continued to spit and groan, trying to use his sticky and now bloody sleeves to clean his eyes. "Can someone get some sort of sand worm disease from their blood? Is that a thing?"

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@Aspen Azarov @Serilda Sinclair @Mythal Ragnos

What Ahote’s sudden, new relationship was with Mythica wasn’t questioned by Mura just yet. Right now, he paid more attention to the former’s words towards himself - and frankly, while Ahote had history with the guild so long ago, the person in front of him was nothing like the little kid he met on Dragonbane Avenue on his way to the hall. Nothing at all.

“Happy to disappoint you,” was his answer. There was no more to say to him. Ahote’s approval was unneeded, unwished for, and also scorned by him. The fact that he talked about Mura disappointing him was, honestly, laughable. Yet, Mura spared him the humiliation and simply glared at him, his eyes cold and deadly as the book in the ex-Guildmaster’s hands.

Ahote had been quick and knocked Mura’s fire spell to the side with a scythe summoned through a magic circle. The scythe was held by a large, corroding lich clad in flaking, black armor, and for a brief moment, Mura lifted up his Battle Control to point the edge of its silver-white sword straight at it. If Ahote was willing to protect that book with his life, then Mura would simply take it here and now. Both the book and Ahote’s chopped off head.

… However, Ahote actually held a viable point against the shaman now. Who were to dismiss the possibility of the book simply releasing all of its destructive magic in one go if Mura tore apart the papers making up its tomes? It could cause more damage than he wanted… to which he lifted a hand and clenched the scroll tied to his back. It was very convenient that he stumbled upon the creature from earlier, for he believed that its strange properties could nullify all manners of magic. But Ahote was one step ahead of him and had summoned another magic circle, from which an undead dragon emerged to be Ahote’s mount, while the scythed lich from earlier stood between the M-couple and the necromage.

And by mounting the undead dragon, Ahote took his leave. Mura tried to interfere, but the Elder Lich met his blade with its scythe and prevented him from stopping Ahote at all costs. He then tried to send a shockwave towards the undead dragon from afar, but its flight was sharp and fast and allowed it to avoid his spells before it went out of range. In the end, despite his attempts, Ahote got away… with the spell tome.

Still holding onto Mythica, the Battle Control around them allowed Mura to fly around quicker than normal. There was a look of frustration on Mura’s face, for who knew what Ahote was going to do later on? He had his chance to prevent further violations akin to the forest fires and fissures earlier, and he failed… and it pissed him off. He didn’t want to look this distraught in front of his wife, but he couldn’t help it - Ahote managed to get away, and the shaman wanted to curse out at his inability to end him here and now.

He would’ve tried and pursue Ahote, but he lifted his head up when Vandrad’s magical prowess appeared as a massive emission of heat up in the air from miles away. That must’ve been where Louie was, too… but at the moment, he couldn’t sense Louie’s magic power at all. It was as if the strange, blonde Fairy Tail Wizard had suddenly disappeared from the surface of the earth.

“…” Mura would have to say something to Mythica; in reality, he wanted to first ask her about her encounter with Ahote and what lied behind it, for it sounded like Ahote had something against her. The latter’s eyes were darting more at her than at Mura himself… and he noticed the confusion at first. “Ah, forget him. Next time he shows his face, I’ll kill him. Don’t you worry about that…”

It looked like Mythica hadn’t even realized what monstrosity Ahote was, the one she had just faced earlier. What if Ahote hurt her, somehow?

He tightened his grip around her hip and pulled her close in, finally calming down a little with his sweet spouse at his side. “Okay, hold tight. I have to check if Louie’s alrig-“ he was about to tell her - despite the fact that Mythica’s magical prowess would allow her to teleport (a thing he had theorized by the fact that she could show up at the weirdest places at the most random times without any sensible explanation), having her hold onto him lifted his spirits much more. However, he didn’t even get to dash into the rocky grounds further away when Louie appeared out of a magic circle, landing on the ground in a bad condition.

Uh… a lot happened now. Louie referred to Mythica immediately as if they had met before - he even called her ‘Lady Twilight’, a name that Mura was unfamiliar with. Louie glared at both of them with veins popping out, his eyes bloodshot and full of anger, and by his next words, resentment of the deepest kind for a certain person not mentioned by name… but mentioned to be living under their roof.

Was he… was he threatening them? What had pushed Louie to this point of apparent insanity? Mura could barely recognize him; this wasn’t the polite gentleman who entered the guild back then… but Mura didn’t manage to process the information, the wish that Louie held to kill whoever… whoever…

“Louie, Louie, you’re making no sense right now! What’s gotten into you?!”

When Louie used a lacrima to teleport away, Mura was simply left floating up in the air with Mythica… bewildered, confused and worried sick. Would he have to take matters into his own hands again? Would he have to stop Louie like he once attempted to stop Ghost? It must’ve been even more confusing to Mythica, watching Mura scramble his brain to all of this. Today really took a turn for the worse.

Given by the sensory from earlier, he had an idea who Louie meant, but he couldn’t be sure…

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@Mythica

The two of them had been a little concerned with how things were beginning to ramp up. While the slayer had kept a completely calm demeanor, she was mentally trying to fluster out the worrisome thoughts and keep things relaxed to plan accordingly and get Russet to safety. That was her priority and it wouldn’t be something she took lightly when it came to his safety. Being that she was unable to really die or feel any pain what so ever in this doll body, there was a lack of self care when it came down to it. But this tundra like environment just ahead wasn’t something she intended to find. What kind of place just meshed environments like this naturally? There was however a bit of a problem with being able to examine everything as it seemed a pair of admirably sized yeti had come from some of the snowy hills above them and decided to pay a visit. ”Russet, go.” She quickly ordered.

As the fox cub ran to the bushes, he narrowly avoided the oncoming stranger who burst through the forest to see that she was just some strange girl. The girl immediately seemed to take the yeti’s attention. They went right for her and seeing her fast reaction, these yeti were no novice in catching prey it seemed. Having her caught by her hair and pulled up by it. Before she had the chance to react to it, the girl seem to be lowering to the ground by some odd occurrence and once she did touch to the ground, it became clear what was happening. Her hair came to life and made some swift work of the yeti in taking it off its feet. But the girl wasn’t done, watching as it shaped itself like a drill once releasing the yeti and then delivering one sharp blow through the skull and using another portion of her hair to strike the other in the neck, gripping so tightly even the yeti fighting it had quickly lost its strength.

Rather impressed by such a diverse way of doing things, she had walked over towards the now deceased yeti’s and inspected them for a moment. ”Did you.. suck out the blood from their bodies?” She asked, looking into the wound and finding so minimal amount of blood, it was the only option she could consider logically.

”Miss Sakura! You have more company! And they were chasing the girl!” The hidden companion made for a great help in places like this. Information provided by nature itself, it made ambushes nearly impossible, but not entirely so. ”No time, whoever followed you is closing in. I can get us around, but I’ll leave them to you. 20 seconds to prepare an ambush.”

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Having just a moment of time to be able to relax wasn’t going to happen really. The last thing she wanted to do was be outed by this little girl and need to worry about having to do something she never thought she’d have to do; kill a child. But, the girl was rather intrigued and intuitive to say the least from what the actress could tell. She watched the girl for a moment while she looked over the two bodies and came to the conclusive question of her having sucked the blood dry of them. Should she lie? Tell the truth? Lying wouldn’t get her anywhere in a place like this but in more trouble than she needed. Not with whomever was chasing her on her tail still. ”Kind of... yes. It’s a particularly long story and I’m in a bit of a rush. I don’t want to get someone your age caught up in this- a-assuming you are young! I-I don’t want to judge.”

Her nervousness would have to wait as the girl suddenly seemed to have picked up some kind of foresight. She warned her that the two chasing her from before were on their way. 20 seconds!? Awfully specific time, but she had an idea and it was something she’d watched Sanguine do once or twice with animals, so doing so with people shouldn’t be too bad. It would just take a little reinventing. Running into the trees, she left the girl in the opening alone as the shadows of the trees hid her person very well.

After a moment, two voices screamed out and came to a strangely curdled halt. As the small blonde would enter, she’d spot the job Addilyn made. A large spiffed web formed purely of her own hair had ensnared the two. The weapons they had were on the ground in pieces, their necks strangled up tightly enough to barely allow breathing. The raven haired actress came into view of the two with a newfound face of seriousness. She glared at the two and suddenly a snapping sound made one scream, repeating it on the other. ”Ive only picked a different limb for both to snap for now. You get 3 more chances to tell me who hired you, or you die.” Her tone of voice was lacking the prior cheerfulness she carried. No, she was playing on an act of a persona as far as speaking, however she truly was angered. It was time to take some initiative instead of hiding and running.

“We don’t know!” One screamed out, followed by an agreeing comment from the other. Both had another limb snapped and before they could whine in pain, hair around their necks tightened. ”Change of plans. Whoever gives me a better answer lives! I’m just going to kill the other to save myself time.” At this point, she ignored the existence of the blonde girl watching from a small distance away. The two couldn’t very much speak and shook their heads. ”Really? Nothing? Hmm... I wonder what Sensei used to tell me she used to get information... oh, no it was just this. I guess I’ll have to get incentive next time.” With a dismissive wave of her hand, the web of hair unwound from the bodies and they quickly dropped do to gravity, which didn’t help as both bits left around their necks pulled up, snapping both of their necks before dropping them to the ground.

Through the line of the trees, branches, trunks, and then the ground next to her, her hair had shrunk in its length until it once again took its prior style and length and leaving the head maid to scoff and frustration. ”I’ll find out eventually... They won’t stay hidden forever.” She muttered to herself.

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