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[center][h3][color=456097]Artoria, Master of the Maniacal Menagerie[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=456097]"Darn. Neat me to the punch."[/color] Artoria said, having just shifted an arm into overgrown muscle and having been about to punch down the door herself, but losing to the other interloper in speed. If anyone was paying close attention to her, they might notice a pair of rabbit ears replacing her wolf ears for a moment, shivering, and then turning back into wolf ears, all in less than a second, while Artoria stared at the new ruler of Hell. Her snaggle-toothed grin downturned for a bit, before returning with her next statement.

[color=456097]"So, if Rulership is determined by who's sitting in that chair.. Is it really comfy or something? Maybe magic?"[/color] Artoria asks, peeking into the room after the green haired woman, apparently not wanting to enter anymore. She certainly didn't make any threatening moves towards their new ruler, but considering the circumstances of the previous one's loss of the throne, that didn't exactly mean much.

[color=456097]"Er, I mean, is it really comfy, my Lady? Or maybe King? Queen? What title ya want? Should I spread the word or do you wanna munch on the next few chumps? Or make the reveal grand or something. I dunno."[/color] Her eye rolled away from the woman for a few moments as she pondered, before returning to the new Ruler, ending with a shrug of her returned to normal fluffy wolf paw sans giant overgrown muscle.

[@TheWindel]