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Magde had quickly recovered all of the parts of her childhood companion and for the most part tried to ignore Beel. She very much wanted to squeeze the air out of him but she could barely muster the strength to maintain her grip on the doorway she was using as a support. The jumbled pieces of rotting carcass that Magde held would smell awful, the decayed flesh barely holding onto the bones that would remain long after the flesh had fully decayed. She watched Beel's fancy landing and her eye met his, but they were not full of amazement or gratitude, they were full of hate. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? He just scattered the remains of Scruff! Now he was reaching for the her collar, like she would let him drag her off. It was at this point where her rage finally overcame her injuries and she forced herself to stand, it would have been hard enough if the ground was level but that wasn't Magde's concern at the moment. She heard the announcement from the loud speakers, she wasn't landing in her originally planned destination. What did that matter? As long as she was out of meteor city.

[color=orange]"Who the hell are you?..."[/color] Magde managed to say in a rather weak voice. She felt so weak after talking but she wasn't going to let herself fall down or drop Scruff's remains. She tried her best to avoid looking at the many parts of her long dead companion but her eyes drifted to the disembodied head. Scruff's tongue lay out as if he were asleep and had forgotten to close his mouth, seeing this brought a tear to Magde's eye, this brief moment of sadness was quickly replaced with rage again. She would grit her teeth before speaking again [color=orange]"And who was that... Little bitch. Who threw Scruff's coffin at you?"[/color] This time her voice carried a much more demanding tone, but it was still weak. He gaze would then fall back onto Beel, her watered eyes burning like red hot coals.