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[h1][center][color=FFE4E1] CONSTANCE MARIT AND[/color] [color=E4583C]GANYMEDE [/color][/center][/h1]

The poison must've gotten to her. Everything happened in a large blur. The paper, the snakes, the wolves, the kiss… Her cheeks were bright red, her lips parted, as she looked up at the woman in an entranced confusion. The second she felt a fight in her hand, though, reality slapped her. Her grip tightened like a venus flytrap around it the paper, unsure of what it did, tensing up. She pulled her way out from underneath the woman, her ribcage a lock around her thumping heart. Hisses… Loud, approaching hisses. And someone trying to not allow her to stop those hisses. Who was more dangerous?

As she questioned her impending doom with a lightheaded stumble, she hit into something cold. As her hand touched it, her eyes went wide. Turning, she saw a giant snake. No- These were called basilisks. Though, it didn’t seem hostile, for some reason. With her frenzied breathing from the situation, she watched as it slithered on by… The hisses returned, though they were not from the basilisks. Looking down, her companion championed on her neck. A scaly truce. Though… It turned towards Mason.

Looking back, Dremmick looked incredibly weak as the larger basilisk advanced on him. Mason was getting up like the creaky way a grandparent should with blood all over his face. Running forwards, she dragged Mason by his arm, and slid infront of the bottle-chugging Dremmick with her shield, Mason pushed behind her. As the basilisk lunged, a clang fell across the room, and with that, Ganymede’s return.

High heels clicked loudly, seeming to come from everywhere with the echoes. Putting a hand under Siiga’s frozen jaw, she inspected her. Looking into her non-paralyzed eyes, she sighed. The red eyes fit her, cute. [color=E4583C]”Aww. What a shame. Was looking forward to your abilities, my warrior…”[/color]  Ganymede turned, tilting her head. [color=E4583C]“Who sent you, though?”[/color] The armored lady was pretty cute too, and that seraphim’s wings were very elegant, though the bloody nose didn’t fit his handsome face. And they had an iceblock, too. Maybe the armor was sweaty? Oh, no. That edgy one. His arm was pretty hideous, and she didn’t get a shot at his face yet. When her basilisks got their frozen mouse, she wouldn’t get a good look either, so she’d have to take a peek before that.

Constance grunted as the basilisk came at her again. Oh god-- Big scythes and little ladies didn’t work well together unless she was some powerhouse or some bullshit. The smaller basilisk started circling around them. [color=FFE4E1]“Now you’re asking that question, after trying to kill us!?”[/color] Gany nodded in response, waltzing closer to the gang. After taking a quick survey of them, she turned around. [color=E4583C]“Well… The poison was only able to daze you, I made sure of it. They just had a meal, so they [i]probably[/i] won’t kill you. So you guys can just sit there.”[/color] Donning a smile, she winked.

A cackle bounced around the room. Shooting off, she was suddenly on the wall, with a tiny little ledge beneath her. She grabbed something off her side- like a rock?- and threw it towards the center at the old lady. In an instant, she was already on her shoulder. Raising her scythe with a glee like no other painted on her face, she went to dig it into her ugly, veiny, wrinkly neck. She should’ve used some basilisk-egg goo, it would really help with the crows feet.