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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Xz8WOqN.png[/img][/center][hr][indent][color=gold]"Tsc tsc tsc, I'm afraid that poor Curvy Lizard will not find her way out of a wet paper bag if she doesn't have a proper guide."[/color] Hohenheim cocked her head in displeasure as she observed the unfolding Titanica's adventures and the 'unfortunate' demise of Zyata, wondering why a certain Chill Bot decided to interfere out of the blue.

In fact, why was she even being able to control her tinfoil pets like that, in the first place considering that that person had asked the Star Fish to keep 'Them' away from the Nexus?

Something smelled bad here and it wasn't one of Hohenheim's experiments... this time.

[color=gold]"Either way, if she cannot even earn her favors, Titanica really is not worth more than any common fodder. A 'Vassal' that does not know anything about the greater workings of the Cosmos is nothing but useless,"[/color] Hohenheim said to herself as she turned away from the scrying device was using until now. [color=gold]"Why did that loser not teleport straight to the mountaintop? Not even the Snake is that dumb, hehe!"[/color][/indent]
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[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/skGFbJo.png[/img][/center][hr][indent][color=ed1c24]"I am bored,"[/color] Victoire said to no one in particular as she sat on her throne greeting whatever guests decided to come to her party. This gathering might have been her idea, but even she didn't expect that would become this desolate. A sudden battle drew all the attention away from Victoire's event and, given the word of mouth around, the objective was so simple that Victoire had to wonder why the other Demons didn't figure it out already and came back home.

[color=ed1c24]"Someone does not need to be a genius to guess the place where the Relic has the greatest likelihood of being. Anyone who cannot do it is a moron of the highest order,"[/color] Victoire commented as she played with a chess piece —a rook, nonetheless— made of some form of scarlet crystal that felt slightly warm to the touch, just like freshly drawn blood. [color=ed1c24]"Then again, what did I expect from the plebian rabble?"[/color] she added in a derisive tone, glad that she didn't have to deal with, or rather, carry the other Demons and their idiocy on her back once again.[/indent]