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[center]C-3 was happy.[/center]
It was such an ethereal feeling, as she munched with the happiest expression, and couldn't be spoiled by any force in the world.

Then, she spoke.

Normally, C-3 filtered it out through a mesh of attraction, but Charlotte was smug. Normally, this was absent from her thoughts -- the undeserved air of command, the unearned look of superiority, and that unwarranted smugness in her voice. Normally, it was made tolerable by her own personal draconic pride, and couldn't do more than be mildly annoying; if, even noticed.

And yet, here, now, it was unrelenting in its assail of her senses; grinding her from tip to toe, and bringing a rotting miasma to her moment. All of a sudden, her happiness evaporated, and her gift spoiled. Metals, beyond precious, suddenly tasted like cheap imitations; copper, tin, and aluminum, masquerading as something they could never wish to be. They slid down her throat like castor oil would a sick child's throat, and threatened to reverse course, much the same.

Between trembling fingers, C-3 held a half-eaten rose, and threw it to the, before swiping the basket, in its entirety, to the ground.

"[color=chocolate][i][b]Shut up.[/b][/i][/color]"

C-3 looked back, "[color=chocolate][i][b]Can you ever just shut up?[/b][/i][/color]"

For the first time in years, C-3 had a standard to place Charlotte against, and it was plain to see:

[center][b]Charlotte didn't meet it.[/b][/center]
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Tamara grinned, as she watched from a tree branch; petting Regalia's trio of heads in turn, before setting her loose. "[color=pink]Like the foolish demoness, you don't understand your role in this world as mere bait,[/color]" she says, as Regalia scampered around; a child free to roam in the big, wide world. Sniffing the ground, the lion decided where to go, while the goat and snake watched for anything fun. That was the most interesting way to see the world, after all. At least, that's what her Mommy told her.

As Regalia scampered, childishly thoughtless, out of sight, Tamara continued to watch as Charlotte was tersely told off for spoiling her gift, and wondered what defense the Demon Lord's daughter could mount for herself. If Charlotte looked in her general direction, she would be easily seen by her victim, and that would just add to her current victory. The Obsidian Slime named by a Dragon had never had standards to compare her demonic benefactor to, and now, she did; and, Tamara wanted Charlotte to know where those standards came from.

Slimes, after all, were simple creatures, at the core, in need of a helpful push in the right direction.
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Scampering into a yard, Regalia busied herself with strange creatures that were running through old, musty grass. In spite of not knowing what a fish or a raccoon was, she knew they both smelled yummy; although, she wasn't out of milk-drinking age. Still, she was a young lioness in 33% of her body, so she, instinctively, needed to hunt; the 33% of her that was snake liked to strike that things that were hot and moving -- the 33% that was a goat could really care less, but it could sense the magic incoming, and took over to make them dip and dodge between beams and explosions.

Annoyed, the 1% of Regalia that was a dragon, like most Chimera, didn't like being kaboomed at, and took over to find what blasted her. Spying the party, Regalia recognized a familiar butt, and bum-rushed it... sinking her teeth into Nimoa's right buttcheek, before her fur sparked, and she simultaneously became a bolt of lightning and ball of fire against the rear she clung to. 
 
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