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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 13, 2009 1:17:19 GMT -5
Gauron sat at a table in his apartment, perusing news articles on his computer. Most of the news was about his rampage through the Shinjuku Ghetto. As predicted, the Knightpolice were under a lot of fire from the media.
Hebe was... somewhere. At the very least, she was inside the apartment. He hoped. With that thought, he "felt" for her. As his consciousness expanded to all corners of the apartment, he discovered that she was, in fact, in the guest room.
The apartment was rather expansive. Two bedrooms, one large bathroom, a full kitchen, and a living room that doubled as a dining room. As with his previous quarters - and all those before it, it was without decoration. It was large, but well within his means.
He snatched up his phone and checked for messages. There was nothing yet and Gauron couldn't help but wonder where Mana was. His text message had gone unanswered, but she would likely show up. She seemed the punctual sort. And if she didn't come today, then he would find her using their connection.
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Post by victoria on Dec 13, 2009 10:13:27 GMT -5
Mana had received the text, but her mind was still re-arranging, and she saw, at the moment, no need to reply. Mana's new drive was overwhelming, undeniable... excilerating. She hadn't felt this wonderful since the day her mother died before her eyes. She took her time finding the apartment. It had been so long since she had stayed in one of these living quarters. She was used to bunkers and ruins. They were more fitting to her needs. But now she found herself here. Mana was wearing tight black jeans ending in flares, her usual running shoes, and a purple tank top. She had on sunglasses, which she removed as she reached the rooftop of Gauron's building. As usual she was carring her hard backpack. Mana took a deep breath of the cold air, before begining her decent, using window ledges and balconies. It took true skill to decend with such ease. Climbing was always easier in parkour. But in no time Mana dropped into Gauron's livingroom through his window. Mana kicked her shoes almost instinctively, dropping herback pack on a chair. She still looked lost in thought.
(Sorry for any typos or grammatic errors. Posting from my droid. Tiny keyboard and no spellchecker. ^^; )
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Dec 13, 2009 23:32:19 GMT -5
Sleep. A state of mind in which a being is immersed in unconsciousness and unaware of the surrounding world, lost in the reality of dreams and the subconscious. It was in this state that Hebe finds herself, floating in the white world of her collective Code, the outer world, the Place Outside Existence that all Code Bearers inhabited at one point or another. She is floating and she realizes that her mind is clear of the frosted coating that had been her companion since she woke that morning after gifting the Wretched One his Geass. She is calm and collected and wonders if it will carry over into the waking world. One way to find out, and she pushes and she is opening her eyes and staring at a bland white ceiling, lying on a bland, rather comfy bed and covered with a bland, fluffy comforter. She rolls her head to the side and sees a bedroom. Again, bland bland bland. There is no life here and she thinks that her baby brother must be quite at home here.
She feels him in her mind and taps him, a hello hello. She lifts up, sheets falling off her chest and sees she is in need of new clothing. Her dress (night dress - she had left the house dazed and asleep in the shroud she killed a lover in) is shredded and ripped. It cannot even be called clothing anymore, dark tears and stains and she wonders what occurred to leave her in such a state. She can ask Gauron, but later. She is smooth and unharmed, but fairly dirty. Her hair sticks to her scalp and itches. There are three doors in this room and one contains a shower.
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The water is nice and hot and washes slick down her back. She exits the shower and stares at herself in the mirror, face flushed pink and white hair plastered grey to her ears. She wraps a towel 'round her middle and leaves, opens a second door and lo, it is an apartment, just as bland and uninspired as the bedroom. He is there, at a table and she walks over to sit on his lap, leg flung to straddle his and leans against his chest, face to his collar. She is hot and damp and he is cool, sitting forever in the artificial arctic air. Her wrappings are plush and shield him from the majority of her wet.
A sudden sound and in through a window comes a guest. She is a guest too, so she let's her baby brother handle it, and closes her eyes against the soft cotton of his shirt.
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 14, 2009 0:09:50 GMT -5
Hebe was awake at last. Gauron could have done without the telepathic hello that she gave him, but that's how she operated. After her shower, she strode out of the bathroom clothed in nothing but a towel and still dripping wet. It didn't bother him until she plopped herself in his lap. He would need to change his clothes after she got off of him. She was tiring, but Hebe was the closest thing to family that Gauron had ever accepted. Admittedly, that was not saying much. All it really amounted to was that she was just a person that he couldn't kill, regardless of how much she annoyed him at a given moment.
With a suddenness and agility that he had grown used to seeing in his contractee, Mana dropped into the room through a window. Anyone else would have been at least a little embarrassed to be seen with a young, wet, nearly-naked woman straddling them, but Gauron took it in stride. "Good to see you again," he said to his new guest as she dropped her backpack into a chair at his table. "Mana, this is Hebe. Hebe, this is the young artist that I told you about, Mana Montblanc." He gave the girl on his lap a shake just in case she had fallen back to sleep.
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Post by victoria on Dec 14, 2009 0:37:14 GMT -5
Mana raised a brow at the scene. At first she didn't recognize Hebe. She nodded absently, "Gauron... I thought you didn't like sex..." she teased, taking a good look at Hebe. Mana's eyes widened slightly, "Wait... it's... you..." Mana blushed the faintest tone of pink, half-closing her eyes as a smirk curled on her soft lips, "So... Hebe it is..." she purred, tasting the name as she spoke it. Her eyes rolled over the image of Hebe's smooth exposed legs. Mana took a deep breath, visibly restraining herself from just pouncing Hebe. There was something about her that was undeniable, irresistable... like a moth to flame. Mana couln't understand it, but she didn't question it... she enjoyed it too much.
"...well...I have designed a new symphony. An orchestra that will make Verdi sound like a preschool music student!" she laughed with joy.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Dec 14, 2009 12:08:49 GMT -5
She shakes off his hand as he attempts to rouse her, pressing her face deeper into his collar. Apparently, his pride is here, but out of her stupor, she couldn't care less about the thing. A being's pastimes were their own; the partner was his to play with and no matter her particularly tasty quirks, she was of no further consequence. Perhaps she should express apology for forcing a meeting, but everyone knows not to indulge a body while inebriated. It was his own fault really. Bad baby brother.
An amused voice called out, "Gauron... I thought you didn't like sex..." And she snapped open her eyes and looked to the left. Oh. Oh, my. A lady, a pretty, pretty baby, dressed in black and bruise, pretty baby like that other baby, way back when, with lights and song and lovely, lovely heat. She looks and looks and a slow grin smolders its way onto her face and a face with bruise eyes looks back. Pretty baby, with long legs and no more skull mask, and flushed cheeks. Baby remembers her. She should; she let her live after dragging her into that alley. Pretty baby with moans like wine. She wonders if the marks on her thighs healed and hoped fervently they haven't; she wants to lick the scars.
Baby is the artist and she has a sudden new appreciation for her brother's tastes in partners. "I have designed a new symphony. An orchestra that will make Verdi sound like a preschool music student!" And a laugh breaks from that mouth that speaks of such joy, she wants to swallow it whole. She smiles wider and leans back from brother's chest, scooting back so she's sitting on his knees and her legs can extend to tap her toes on the back legs of the chair. She keeps her gaze on the pretty and pats him on the thigh, warm and damp from her rest.
"A willful musician, baby brother. I approve." She grins and lets it split her face in two, too white teeth under slit green eyes. "She burns and tastes like ash and smoke. May she choke those who dare breathe too deep." And she flicks a river of water from the pond that is her hair and sucks it off her nail.
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 14, 2009 16:37:37 GMT -5
Gauron smiled and shrugged at Mana's first comment. The truth was that he hated sex. It was a disgusting act that he wanted nothing to do with. At the same time, it held a primal allure and could be a very useful weapon. He couldn't imagine ever taking part in the act with Hebe, though. His expression became curious when Mana seemed to recognize the girl on his lap.
What made the situation stranger was when Hebe finally looked at the younger woman. Gauron could feel excitement coursing through her. "I have designed a new symphony. An orchestra that will make Verdi sound like a preschool music student!"[/b] Mana stated with pride in her voice before a hearty laugh. Gauron had no idea who Verdi was, but her tone was unmistakable. She was out for blood.
Hebe slid away, leaving a cold, wet spot on his chest where her head had been. She came to rest on his knees, somehow balancing herself with only her toes to counter the weight of her hanging off of him. "A willful musician, baby brother. I approve. She burns and tastes like ash and smoke. May she choke those who dare breathe too deep." Hebe was acting strange, but it was better than a few days ago in the Ghetto.
"Good to know," he stated simply. He wouldn't have cared in the least if Hebe didn't approve. She had demanded the meeting, after all. He looked back at Mana. "Do tell of your next plan." The last "symphony," as she called it, had been so much fun. Gauron still savored the memory of crushing the Eleven in his Knightmare's hand. Whatever Mana had in store was bound to be just as enjoyable.
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Post by victoria on Dec 14, 2009 17:35:50 GMT -5
Gauron's laugh came as a pleasant surprise. It was good to know he had a sense of humor. But Mana's eyes never left Hebe, her steel blues trailing from Hebe's toes up to her thighs, up her torso and finally to those haunting green eyes. Hebe's grin brought back memories, and made the healing scars itch slightly. Habe's words made Mana raise a curious brow. Brother? Baby brother at that... was she... "So I am in the presence of two immortals?" Just how many of these poor cursed beings walked this earth? The idea of immortality was the stuff of nightmares to someone like Mana. She could see the advantages, but the idea of not being able to die made her shiver.
Mana cleared her throat, focusing again as Gauron asked for more information on her next masterpiece, "It will be another attack here, in the Tokio Settlement. A street-level attack of catastrophic proportions. I am srill ironing out the details... but it shall be ready soon..."
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Dec 16, 2009 20:41:13 GMT -5
She smiles at Gauron's nonchalance; he is her brother and thus cares little for her, only in the occasional bout of fear. It is of little consequence and is as it should be. He will be gone one day and his legacy will move to the next sibling and perhaps she will then have someone to wait with her. He's right though; pretty baby must tell of her next score. She has to or Hebe will not be responsible for her next actions, with the way the girl is eye-raping her. She feels them linger over certain areas before they finally lock gazes and she feels that delightful shiver somewhere in her middle that usually proceeds numerous hours of messy fun. Brother may not like that, but it's his fault for picking pretty, pretty baby as his contractee.
Baby looks rather curious, and says, "So I am in the presence of two Immortals?" Hebe's smile falters, and she cocks her head, neck bending in such a way that it looks almost snapped. She dislikes that word, even more so that this meatbag can call her it without her permission. Making a contract usually entails a revelation about their longevity, but she didn't choose to tell, she isn't hers to confess to, she is Gauron's, baby brother's and that loss of control is annoying. It's aggravating and impertinent and superior. She was too careless with her words; she's so used to thinking of them as deaf, dumb, and blind, stupid sheep to be led to the slaughter, and she didn't censer herself, but even still.
No matter how mouth-watering pretty, pretty baby is, she is a lowly meatbag, no better then the muck on which the world was molded from. She is irritated and any lustful feelings she may have had moments ago are fading fast and the sudden lack of that drive irritates her even more. She's scowling now and ceases her posturing, sitting up on brother's knees and turning so she is side-stradling his lap, legs closed and feet flat on the floor under her, no more blatant sensuality calling out. She folds her hands in her lap and brushes the towel around her to be a better semblance of presentable; its no longer in danger of falling off and manages to cover her bust and thighs both now. She is irritated and wants to hear about only the bloody intent planned. If baby wants her, she will have to work for it, earn forgiveness for knowing her.
"It will be another attack here, in the Tokyo Settlement. A street-level attack of catastrophic proportions. I am still ironing out the details. . . but it shall be ready soon. . . " And this irritates her even more. Why, this time, she isn't sure. The general mood maybe, but this plan seems lacking. Repeated. Yes, it's an encore, not a masterpiece. This child has caused great damage, which while fun, is mundane. She's repeating herself and it isn't a great work of art. She's tormented the area already, do something new. The amusement park and the ghetto, now the main settlement of Japan. It's. . . unremarkable. That's the word; unremarkable and insignificant. She's blaming others to fight amongst themselves, but for what purpose? There doesn't need to be one but the act itself should have an aim.
She sighs and gazes off to the side. It's boring now and irritating. She gets up and ignores the girl, walking past her with neither a glance nor a 'come-hither' stare back to the bedroom. The towel was getting cold and she was tired of holding it up. She hopes the dressers have a shirt or something; walking nude with her two particular companions serves no purpose, none at all.
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 16, 2009 21:55:21 GMT -5
"So I am in the presence of two immortals?"[/b] Mana was curious. Gauron held off on answering immediately, though. Hebe had changed. Her position and her mood. Even her posture. Apparently, Mana had said something to offend her. He would answer, anyway. Hebe's mood swings and their triggers were none of his concern. Aside from that, chances were slightly better that they would stop undressing each other with their eyes.
"That's right," Gauron responded. He could see something akin to fear in her eyes. Fear of what? Living forever? Such a thing had never even occurred to him. Most humans, himself included when he was mortal, were afraid to die, not the other way around. When the chance to live on for all time had been offered to him, he hadn't hesitated for a second, nor had he ever regretted it. He dismissed the thought when Mana cleared her throat.
"It will be another attack here, in the Tokio Settlement. A street-level attack of catastrophic proportions. I am srill ironing out the details... but it shall be ready soon..."[/b] An attack on a highly populated area? That was wonderful. It would be an excellent opportunity to sharpen his skills with real combat and to dull his knives with the bodies of his victims. Whenever her attack happened, fear would run as thick as blood and all would be right in his world.
Gauron was surprised when Hebe suddenly stood up and walked off with a sigh. He watched her with a disinterested glance before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. "I suppose I should either steal another Knightmare or hurry my new employers along on their project, then," he said while straightening his tie. "I'd hate to be left out."
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Post by victoria on Dec 16, 2009 22:38:17 GMT -5
Mana studied Hebe's changed attitude. It was clear the discovery of Hebe's immortality was offensive to her, but that was her own fault for calling Gauron 'little brother' out loud. What else was she to speculate from such a thing? Gauron had been around for over a century, so an older sibling would be dead, not a good-looking woman. She didn't see any resemblance between the two, so she also assumed that all immortals considered each other family in some sense, which was understandable, given the odd nature of these beings.
Mana, however, was not offended by Hebe's disinterest in her plan. Mana didn't feel comfortable giving out details to this woman. Sure she was attractive, and rather enigmatic, but Mana was never open about her plans. She was used to working alone, and she was still getting used to working with Gauron... but she had a contract with Gauron. Hebe was nothing to her but a good lay, and a strange attraction she couldn't explain. However, she wasn't about to spill her plan to this stranger.
With Hebe out of the room Mana walked closer to Gauron, smiling at his enthusiasm. She expected him to enjoy the basics of her plan. He was a man of simple pleasures... and usually murder was enough to make him grin like a psychotic child in a hardware store filled with powertools. Yes... a strange analogy, but a true one at that. "A knightmare would be helpful, this will be huge, and we are bound to face opposition. There will be multiple key targets. Tell me, Gauron... how familiar are you with Tokyo's history?" she chuckled darkly, taking out a small laptop from her backpack. She opened it and sat it on the desk near Gauron. The screen showed a diagram of the interlocking plates the city sat upon. Mana laughed with delight as she saw the diagram again, "These morons have obviously not learned from past mistakes. Just further proof that mankind is incapable of evolution. This attack is far more than a simple massacre. We are going to be giving out a message: mankind's end is at hand. Humanity has to realize that they are nothing but cosmic escrement tossed into the form of sentient husks. A cancer upon the world, who's continuing existence means nothing. Scriptures speak of a flood that sanitized this world of the retch of mankind... but now we shall cleanse this world with fire! Purify the land of these wretched beasts of burden, these foul bags of blood and shit that dare call themselves worthy of calling themselves the 'dominant race' in this planet." Mana panted after her little speech, clearly driven by these words. She brushed a few strands of hair off her face, "Mind if I smoke in your home?" normally she wouldn't ask, but she clearly respected Gauron enough to ask. Almost like an animal inside the lair of another.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Dec 17, 2009 14:38:42 GMT -5
Alas, ignoring the chit is not so easy. When buying, or however Gauron acquired the bland that is the four walls and ceiling he lives under, he failed to install soundproofing. The door was hardly tightly closed and pretty, regrettable baby was hardly quiet. Upon hearing the lustful fury with which she spoke, she sticks her head out the doorway, listening. The girl's mad. Yep, a hatter in female form, cousin to the one who drinks tea. She cocks her head and listens to the poetic description of the fall of man and she thinks that a single, lowly meatbag cannot possibly hope to accomplish any such feat and she remembers the Demon Emperor and the legend his cruelty spawned and she thinks maybe this meatbag is more than a repeatable encore.
And she speaks of humanity like the stain that it is and she finds herself questioning, and that is troubling. A hum in her head whispers, and It says that there is no need to fear, no true End is Near. No need, for the End is Written in Stone and Stars and it will come when the Five are Together and now there is only One. So there is no threat to the proper order of things, none at all. And she wishes not for the first time, that she was not still waiting for a Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth, so that she may have another who Hears the absolute of the universe. Another to hear the Aether with her instead of only it's echos would be so sweet. She wonders if Gauron knows where the White Plain comes from and where the Power comes from and where the Fearlessness came from and wonders if the other four, as incomplete as they are, hear more then she thinks they do. 2000 years and time has said 'no'. It's saddening and maddening and she is still annoyed and the Aether within her says to have fun with it, entertainment in the meanwhile of waiting.
And her darling is always right so, as she dons a large shirt, she contemplates the effects such a plan could have. Well, it all depends on whether it has actual actions and not just pretty pretty poetic verses sang from pretty pretty bruise black lips. And she wonders again, what breeds a woman as such that would hate herself so, to wipe herself out along with her species. A quote once told; demons I get. People are crazy.'
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Post by Josef "Gauron" Totschläger on Dec 17, 2009 22:00:13 GMT -5
Gauron blinked at Mana's new found fervor. She had worked herself up quite a bit in her little speech. With a glance at the laptop's screen, he could figure out at least a part of her plan. The Tokyo Settlement would fall once again, if all went according to her schemes. How Mana planned on accomplishing that remained to be seen. As he understood it, even Lelouch had had troubles with getting all of his pieces in place with his operation during the Black Rebellion. All the same, this would be interesting.
"By all means," he said in response to her question. His words were complimented with a small wave of his hand. He found that his mind was wandering once again. Without a word he stood and walked into the kitchen - he had soda in the refrigerator. He took one out, twisted the cap off and guzzled half of it, thinking all the while.
Mana truly was something else. So much hatred. So ready to end her species. Gauron had never even considered that as an option. On the one hand, he detested the human race on principal and completely understood taking enjoyment in killing them. On the other, if all of humanity was dead, then how would he have his fun?
With a shrug, he returned to his seat in the dining area, doing his best to ignore a strange buzzing sensation in his mind that seemed to be coming from the guest room - more accurately: from Hebe. He could feel the Sigil on his shoulder tingling in response. "Well, I believe I'll be leaving all the heavy planning to you. I didn't get to play as long as I would have liked to the last time," he said to Mana with a smile. "And your a much better strategist than I am." It wasn't a lie by any means. Gauron had never been the sort for group efforts. It had been said numerous times over the years that he was well-suited to the lone wolf role. His Contractee's next "symphony" would be no different.
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Post by victoria on Dec 18, 2009 10:28:23 GMT -5
Mana lit up a cigarette, exhaling with a heavy sigh. She had seen Gauron's thoughtful demeanor, and she followed him with her sight as he stood up and walked to the kitchen, chugging his soda. He was thoughtful, the type of deep thought that usually meant uneasiness of some sort. No... a being like Gauron was beyond uneasiness. This was curiosity...? Perhaps a mild worry? Mana had an easy time reading people, but Gauron was not 'entirely there'... much like herself, a part of his humanity was gone... but Gauron's humanity was missing different chunks than her own. She wondered if he didn't approve of her final project... but given he didn't comment on it, she dismissed that thought.
"That's fine with me. I'm used to puppets not partners, so I was having problems thinking of something specific for you to do." she chuckled, "You have fun on this day... I'll take care of the rest." she nodded.
Mana peeked over to the guest room over her shoulder, then back at Gauron. Mana had not been specific on how she was going to achieve her goal, and this was for a reason. She wasn't going to destroy the whole settlement, only a small portion. She wanted to savor this. However, given her new drive, her next target would be a surprise. The opening would be a tough task, albeit a bit repetitive in nature, due to the fact she had to start over... but it would work it's way to something truly horrific. "So... am I to understand this meeting is over?" she asked, sounding a bit disappointed. She didn't understand Hebe's attitude, but then again, she wasn't even trying. Mana wasn't here to impress anyone. Hebe was attractive, enigmatic, and truly interesting, but other than that she was, perhaps, just a distraction from Mana's main goal.
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Post by Hebe Ano Vasilikis on Dec 19, 2009 0:31:12 GMT -5
All this talk of song is filling her and fueling her and the happy hum in her head is hopping and she feels so much better, dearest Mother with arms of clouds, and lovely thoughts of fire and screaming and singing. She's thinking and thinking and she's thinking of music and music is ringing in her head and she feels so full and bursting and so sudden it comes but her feelings are always sudden and bursting and di-vine. Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter. Melting on her tongue, and its sweet and tart like a shiny apple, the apple of her eye.
And she remembers a song that makes her shake and she's throwing herself into a dance that's none of the raunch and all of the life, love, love is juicy, juicy and you see, gotta have my bite, sir. She's dancing and it plays in her mind like a movie and she feels so much better and twirls out through the door and doesn't care for naught about anyone else because no one else matters. And all this talk of death is reminding her of life and the fun it is, fun to twist and break it, make it, shake it.
"I'm gonna live and live now, get what I want 'cause I know how."
Because she does! She always does and the world can fall but she will always come out on top 'cause she always has and one shot, one gun shot and BAM! Hey, hey look, here I am!
"Get ready for me, love, 'cause I'm a comer. I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer." It's pounding and reminds her she has something there, beating beating and whether she's the rose of sheer perfection or the freckle on the nose of the universes complexion, she's her and she's wonderful and she's epically the best life has to offer because she has apathy and empathy in balance and fear and joy and hatred and lust and rage and this growing bubble of lovely in her that negates all the mad from moments ago and she has her nature to thank and her maker to thank and she's simply got to fly, don't tell her not to, she's simply got to win, and not you.
And she sees Mana, that's her name, lovely, pretty baby Mana, so sad and angry, baby, baby and runs up to her and grabs her face in her hands, smile manic and music in her veins. "Don't bring around a cloud! Who told you you're allowed! To rain on my parade." And mashes their mouths together in a sloppy kiss. She jumps back, still holding her still holding her and spins and the music is loud, so loud in her its bursting from her skin. And she laughs and no, nobody, no, is gonna rain on my parade!
(I have to apologize for this post. Saks gave me a link to Glee's 'Don't Rain on my Parade' and I've had it on repeat all night. It's epic and well, Hebe's sociopathic. She's prone to mood swings and bouts of random insanity. Go with it.)
(On second thought. This is all Sakura's fault. Yeah.)
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