[center][h2][color=orange]Hildr Reinhardt[/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]
[color=orange]"Yah, yah, I hear you. Don't let the rank and file know you're booking a seat on the first flight to Albaquerque till its too late. Waaaaay ahead of you."[/color]

And by way ahead, Hildr meant she was on her way back to her place to wait for the coming apocalypse. Whether it was Ragnarok or the onslaught of greenery in Lucille's wake was anyone's guess, but she wasn't so keen to be the tip of the spear this time around. Hildr was all for dying, every Valkyrie was and it was the best part of the job some days, but in either apocalyptic instance there were worse things then death to deal with.

[color=orange]"At least give us a head's up if you want to Ragnarok the Nexus. I'd like to skip town before it burns around me."[/color]

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[center][h2][color=lightpink]Ananta[/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

[color=lightpink]"Oh, forgive me for being so forward, Lady Celene. We aren't properly acquainted, but you are something of a celebrity among intelligent serpent kind. I was momentarily overwhelmed meeting you in person."[/color] Ananta said, composing herself into a more fitting semblance of civility and resting upon her wound coils. 

[color=lightpink]"I'll be joining your mother in the coming battle, and while I doubt she will require my assistance, I will do everything in my power to ensure she returns to you as swiftly as possible."[/color]

And also she couldn't really stay sleeping on that rock forever. Even a snake could cook in its own skin like that.


[hr][center][h2][color=lightgreen]Luci[/color][/h2][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Amidst the chaotic throne room of Hell, the doors would open to once again admit a seaweed haired woman resplendent in checkered red and starched white with a matching parasol to boot. Only this time she was half Lucille's height and her form has a moist, slightly transparent look to it.

She looked across the cavalcade of demons with wide, eager eyes the size of dinner plates, taking in the spikes of Mephilus' armor and the unconsciously flapping wings along Ira's back with a universal sense of wonderment, right until she spotted the one she so closely resembled.

[color=lightgreen][b]"Mamma!"[/b][/color] Luci shouted with all the warmth of a child returning home, her short legs dashing across the chamber with reckless abandon. So much so she'd actually failed to notice a being as large as Balrog wasn't in fact a poorly placed supporting pillar, and ran smack dab into his meaty leg. Rather then fall over with a pained nose, the child momentarily lost her cohesion and became a blob of emerald slime, curving around the limb and reforming mid leap on the other side to land upon the Queen of Hell's lap. 

[color=lightgreen]"Hehe, your new garden is amazing momma. I can't wait to start planting seeds everywhere."[/color] Luci said, her voice pegging her age somewhere in the range of six to nine if they couldn't judge by her miniaturized form as she clung to Lucille and nuzzled her chest.  [color=lightgreen]"Ooh, and are all these people your new farm hands? I bet we can plough so many fields with all these knights and- Is that a puppy girl and Frog?! Ehehe!"[/color]

Now she was bouncing upon the Queen of Hell's lap, one finger trying to wave and point at Artoria and Frog at the same time. 

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