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	A sleeping Slime was a peaceable creature; easy to transport, easy to manipulate. However, an awoken Slime was less so. C-3 was sound asleep, and Charlotte had made the mistake of awakening her -- no, awakening a Dragon. Shifting inside the lute case, the black pool of slime rippled; large spikes of solidifies flash powder swirled, and rose up, as she formed herself. Sternly set, her expressionless eyes roved the room; literal lupid pools of blue-tinted torch oil fashioned into her “eyes” searching for her noisy savior/roommate/teammate([i][s]/future mate[/s][/i]).

However, she was angry at being woke up. 

Scenting the wood-smoke, C-3 formed her legs, and stalked out of the inn; clad in nothing but her slime, and spined. “[color=chocolate]Charlotte...[/color]” she growled. “[color=chocolate]Charlotte...[/color]” C-3 pressed her hand to her belly, and a [[i]Transmutation Circle[/i]] etched underneath her hand; gathering flash powder, flint, and torch oil towards the surface. “[color=chocolate][i]Gather. Shift. Sift. Stir,[/i][/color]” she chanted, “[color=chocolate][i]Mix together, [/i][[b]Explosive Ball[/b]]![/color]"

	Drawing her hand back, she pulled her own slime away in the form of a apple-sized ball, and reared back. “[color=chocolate]CHARLOTTE![/color]” she roared, fastballing the explosive, aid by her [[i]Foresight[/i]]. Even in the middle of her whining and rolling around, the potential Demon King/Queen/Lord/Lady([i][s]/Dragon Mate[/s][/i]) would be able to hear the whistling of the winged sphere, and the shatter of the solidified slime, as it hit the ground.

There was a massive detonation that followed.

"[color=chocolate]Fuuuwaaahhhh...~!!![/color]" C-3 yawned, stretching out, before trudging back to the inn.

[center][i]It was breakfast time -- plus, cool people didn't look at explosion, and Dragons were [b]totally [u]cool people[/u].[/b][/i][/center]
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Attn: [@The Irish Tree]