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[h2]Shuten Douji, Outskirts- Lucus "Workshop"[/h2][/center]

Took the chop right between her horns, bonk! She dropped the lobster and went to grip her head, rubbing at the point of impact with a pout as she feigned discomfort and cowered back away from him. "[color=a187be]Owww... Darling that hurts... Are you really going to be that kind of husband? Fufu~[/color]" She failed to keep the smile off her face, flashing her little fangs past her lips as she lapsed into a giggle. "[color=a187be]It's okay though, I forgive you~![/color]" 

She looked down at him with that same laughter in her eyes and her smile spread wider. "[color=a187be]Oh my my~! A man who would ask a demon for her blood? Maybe I was wrong about you darling~! Striking me without hesitation and now this, you're seriously full of surprises! Those bones may have some worth in them after all~![/color]" 

And with that he was yanked back to his feet, face to face with the maddening fanged grin of Berserker. She whispered, barely above the sound of the trees "[color=a187be]...And when I'm all worked up from playing with Archer and Lancer too...[/color]" Her tongue ran across her lower lip, and then around across the top, across those fangs to draw blood. Her hands on his shoulders tightened into an inescapable vice grip, almost threateningly, before she leaned in and... 

...Well, some of the blood ran down his chin before she was done. He could probably use that. If not she'd gladly give a more reasonable sample once she was finished teasing the poor lad. Just teasing, even if he had impressed her with his boldness Ana just simply wasn't her type. Once he recovered from it there would be lobster at least.

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[center][h1][b]Master of Gatekeeper[/b][/h1]
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[h2]Koume "Baba" Kurojishi, Edge of Shinto Town- Pelion's pub[/h2][/center]

The preservation of older mysteries into the puppets. Intriguing, and not an idea foreign to her either. That a god would re-affirm the failed works of her predecessor as not only valid but fruitful however might warrant a revisiting of their experiments.

It was almost as intriguing as the quality of the drink she held in her hand. the aroma of it was more pleasant than the actual taste of most anything she'd ever had. Of course the taste itself was several magnitudes beyond that, but even such an ascendant pleasure was incapable of getting more than a dry smile from the hag. Still she drank as he spoke, and without any subtlety or reservation. A little extra help pumping through her blood would help her tolerate the antics of her guests far easier. 

She offered a nod of without any further words before turning to Chiron and Gin. "[color=fff79a]Archer your friend is quite presumptuous with his advice, I can see why he is your friend.[/color]" It was a quality both admirable and annoying in equal parts, though one that was hard for her to knock given how she had often conducted herself before she had withdrawn from society wholesale. 

She finished her glass and started to ask for another, and to try and strike up a proper conversation with Archer and Gin about where they would go from here, but a voice over her karmic link flung her attention elsewhere in a hurry. She had no anticipated that Troilus would simply leave unattended, and so she had not bothered to pay attention to his whereabouts during her trip to the pub. By the time she reeled herself back in and stomached the conflicting concern and anger to a manageable level he was already in danger... At least as far as she could tell. 

She spoke twice at once, with mind and voice. [i][color=fff79a]'Be very careful sweetie, remember that those other servants may want to hurt you and Baba'[/color][/i] over the karmic link, in that sweet little granny tone, and "[color=fff79a][b]Archer. If you intend to keep your place here you had best go assist Troilus, before the roof falls down on your head.[/b][/color]" aloud, barked like some terrible hybrid of bosses order and crone's omen. 

A few seconds later another order followed suit, "[color=fff79a]Donny, keep'em comin'.[/color]"

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