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	“[color=chocolate]Wait upon,[/color]” C-3 corrected. “[color=chocolate]The idiom is, “to wait upon, hand and foot,” which implies absolute subservience. That's what you meant, you vainglorious simpleton.[/color]” From inside her lute-keeping bedding, C-3 forged a single eye open, an eye closed, and a toothless mouth, “[color=chocolate]Don’t speak so brazenly, when the situation is your fault to begin with -- to speak of conquest with such grandeur, yet act with such foolish short-sightedness. It infuriates that you fail to learn, timelessly.[/color]” Soundlessly, C-3 sighed, before forming her upper half, and wrapped her arms around Charlotte's neck and across her back; pressing talon-tipped fingers into silk-swaddled flesh, as she pulled the fool of a Demon Princess to her knees.  “[color=chocolate]What am I to do with you, my delusional mate?[/color]”

A faint hint of a smile crest her lips, as C-3 fully defined the features she borrowed from Charlotte; knowing, full well, the demoness loved nothing more than herself with such a well-groomed Ego. “[color=chocolate]You are lucky, Dragon's treasure,[/color]” she says, pressing her forehead to Charlotte’s; glass-enshrouded of sapphire meeting those of brilliant, supernova crimson, horns of flash power and flint stone grinding gently against horns of shelled bone and infernal heritage, “[color=chocolate]but, only so, as I'm hungry...[/color]”

“[color=chocolate]I need magic,[/color]” C-3 says, able to speak as her tongue drifted down Charlotte's neck, and she sent her to the ground with a sudden push. C-3 crawled forward, on hand and knee; an obsidian version of Charlotte with eyes of blue. Looming over the royal, she whispered, “[color=chocolate]You'll part with some,[/color]” she grinned brightly, mouth aligned with fangs, “[color=chocolate]won't you?[/color]”

	Charlotte was taken completely off guard as she basked in being a whatever-glorious whatever that C-3 called her, pulled to her knees and then pushed onto her back as C-3 loomed over her. Blinking a few times, Charlotte smiled. [color=ed1c24][b]”Sure!”[/b][/color] she’d say, not at all understanding that C-3 didn’t, in fact, learn what “mate” was from an Australian. To say that Charlotte was dense was offensive to her 2 Intelligence. The girl was a black hole of stupid. [color=ed1c24][b]”By the way, ‘me’ is a great look for you. But, I kinda like your own style a little more,”[/b][/color] the demon princess would say, pulling C-3 into a hug. [color=ed1c24][b]”After all, C-3’s at her cutest when she’s her usual explody self.”[/b][/color]

	C-3 gurgled, as she was yanked down. Her Magic Pool was a net worth of goddamn zero, and Charlotte was brimming with it like a spoiled, million-billion-gatrillionaire... with the power to snap her unsnappable back. “[color=chocolate]Lemme breathe, you insipid... gaaahh...[/color]” C-3 groaned, as Charlotte's hug exerted force enough to solidify were her arms rested. “[color=chocolate]Temper your strength, you airhe -- ooooww...[/color]” C-3 groaned, as she struggled to be free of the vapidness that held her. It was not working, as she flailed. “[color=chocolate]And, what style, even!? I'm a slime pretending to be anything but -- ack![/color]”

	Charlotte gingerly let go of C-3, now just kind of resting her hands on her back.  [color=ed1c24][b]”Woops.”[/b][/color] she would say as she just started softly petting C-3’s head, where her hair would be if it wasn’t just shaped slime. [color=ed1c24][b]”What’s wrong with saying you have a style? You like to look, act, and explode things in a certain way, right?”[/b][/color] Charlotte would question, tilting her head.

[color=ed1c24][b]”After all, you’re a dragon-styled slime, right?”[/b][/color]

	“[color=chocolate]No, I'm an Obsidian Slime,[/color]” C-3 says, “[color=chocolate]Being a dragon... a pathetic dream.[/color]” C-3 huffed. “[color=chocolate]I'm not closer to it than I was years ago; I'm no stronger, no cleverer, no more threatening. I'm a pathetic rock eater, and little else,[/color]” she says, losing refinements, as she shifted back to herself, “[color=chocolate]My talents all stolen for people or books. A slime is nothing. A beast, barely. No matter what you say.[/color]” C-3 looked at her, eyes wobbling and leaking oil, “[color=chocolate]After all, your word may salve a moment's wound, but you know nothing of struggle and failure; of being the lowest-given tier. Alive, at, literal, rock bottom.[/color]”

	[color=ed1c24][b]”What’s wrong with being a beast?”[/b][/color] Charlotte asked, not once losing her smile as she looked at C-3. [color=ed1c24][b]”I mean, I’m a demon, after all. The entire WORLD wants me dead for existing, pretty much. And, don’t say that you’re on the bottom. I bet that in a little while, you could kill a dragon all on your own if you wanted.”[/b][/color] Charlotte would say as she wiped the oil from C-3’s eyes. 

[color=ed1c24][b]”Like I said before C-3...we’re going to the top of the world together. After all...you’re my personally picked retainer. If you really were the lowest tier of monsters, do you think I would hold you close like this?”[/b][/color] she asked, deftly plucking C-3 into her arms once more and standing, supporting the back of C-3’s “knees” with one arm, and her neck with the other.

	“[color=chocolate]I don't know what you would do, you unpredictable showboat![/color]” C-3 yelped. “[color=chocolate]Wh-What are you doing!?[/color]” Futilely, she squirmed against Charlotte; exhausting her already trounced Stamina, “[color=chocolate]...why did you use my name? You never do.[/color]”

	Charlotte looked bewildered for a moment. [color=ed1c24][b]”I don’t?”[/b][/color] she would ask, looking up and poising her tail behind herself in the shape of a “?”. [color=ed1c24][b]”...Hrm...aaahh...nnnn...Nah. Must be your imagination.”[/b][/color] Charlotte said, nodding confidently. [color=ed1c24][b]”Anyways, you need some of my blood to refuel, right? Mr. Hero’s gonna take foreeeeeever, so I might as well let you lick some now,”[/b][/color] she would say as she gently set C-3 down, removed one of her gloves, and pricked the tip of her index finger on one of her horns, before sticking it right into her mouth.

	“[color=chocolate]Thiff fift murfifying...[/color]” C-3 says, as she was thrust into the situation. “[color=chocolate]Thiff fift fluw...[/color]” she grumbled, as she was getting the most paltry magic return for her effort. “[color=chocolate]Aun, yuu di...[/color]” C-3 knew she would get a faster response from an actual blood vessels, but, Charlotte was the Empress of Dunderhead Island, so, here she was... this would take forever, too.

[center]“[color=0072bc][i]73. 51. ...[/i][/color]” Awkwardly, enter, Tristan.[/center]
	[color=ed1c24][b]”S’up?”[/b][/color] Charlotte asked, waving to Tristan as he entered, then dumped the bounty of his hunt on the floor. That thing was huuuuuuge. [color=ed1c24][b]”Oh, nice! Chimera meat is gamey, but otherwise the texture’s top notch. I can cook it in a jiff!”[/b][/color] she would say before lifting her hand, heat starting to generate within her palm AGAIN.

The two in the cave with her would be getting a sense of eerie deja vu…

	C-3 shoved her freakout to the side, and slithered up Charlotte’s arm, and clamped into her neck -- pulling as much magic as she possibly could without blowing up. It wouldn’t even dent the moron’s active supply, much less her unfathomable stores, but, at the very least, it would stop her from nuking the cave.

	Charlotte yelped as C-3 crawled up her arm, trying to shake her off as her magic was absorbed. [color=ed1c24][b]”H-Hey, what’s the big idea? I was gonna use my special Barbeque Style Fireball...”[/b][/color] she would complain, as the pitiful fireball, drained of its essence slowly curled forward, before falling to the ground, leaving the barest of scorch marks on the ground. C-3 would also be able to taste how little Charlotte actually put into her Barbeque Fireball. Seems she really DIDN’T mean to go full power for once.

	“[color=chocolate]I’ll cook it,[/color]” C-3 says, “[color=chocolate]I’m an Alchemist, after all. Barest a step removed from Chefficer.[/color]” C-3 hopped down, and pulled her slime apart in bits and pieces; shaping them into pots and pans, utensils and knives, and bags which were full of herbs. “[color=chocolate]Find something to do, I suppose,[/color]” she says, “[color=chocolate]I got this.[/color]”

	Charlotte smiled, excitedly clapping. [color=ed1c24][b]”Awesome! I don’t know how slime forks work, but awesome! I’ll leave it to you then, C-3.”[/b][/color] she would say, hugging her slime retainer once more from behind, before flopping onto her back and letting her stomach loudly proclaim just how hungry she was.
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	Little time had transpired between the birth of Regalia IV and the abandonment of Regalia III, and the Samurai had entered the town where he target had hidden herself. Nimoa, Scourge of the Sun. Her name was know through Kybinae Village, and her mission to enshroud this God-blessed world in darkness was better known. Her slinking through the shadows and her cowardly penchant had make it so few saw her truly, but there was no Paladin or Samurai of Kybinae Village that hadn't heard of her villainy, as stated.

The fourth in her family, the Samurai, armed with the Blades of Eros, as passed down in her family, and the Chimera Mount infamous to her clan, would do her village proud by ensuring that there was a sun to have good relations under forward. For that, Nimoa had to die.

And, anyone else with her.

[center]~ ~ ~[/center]
	It wasn't hard to track down a vampire. They were unusual, easy to notice in the daylight hours, as the shunned the sunshine, and favoured the nightshade. People spoke of Nimoa, as if nothing more than an innocent child, beggaring herself to beseech anyone to aid her in snuffing the glorious sunlight in favor of unending moonlight. However, no-one seem in league with her -- a fortune to them. Of course, they may, also, have been enthralled to lie to her; such was the vampire craft.

However, as she was about to switch tactics, she heard it: “[color=00aeef]I'm gonna ask the hero to put out the sun![/color]”

“[color=pink]Nimoa![/color]” Tamara swapped Regalia from one arm to another, and drew her katana without issue. The blade slipped through the air before her, and it cleaved through the generic town water fountain ([i]you know, that one that is ALWAYS in a Town Square, because of an unspoken rule[/i]) that stood between her and her like rice paper. “[color=pink]My name is Tamara Gozolla of Kybinae Village! I challenge you to mortal combat for the honor of the Sun everlasting! Prepare to die![/color]” she shouted, as she stepped through the fountain of water, as the stone halves that once contained it fell to either side with a crash.

“[color=saddlebrown]Rawr![/color]” Regalia offered, swiping a tiny paw.
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