Chuunitrixx sighed; not in annoyance or contempt, but exhaustion -- unadulterated, pure exhaustion. Instinctively, she reached for her gun, but her hand paused. "[color=forestgreen][i]No... you aren't worth it...[/i][/color]" she says, looking at Mamoru's clone and Flan. "[color=forestgreen][i][b]None of you are worth it.[/b][/i][/color]” Chuunitrixx straightened out, pocketing her hands, “[color=forestgreen]Who are you to stand against the crashing tide? A kitchen wench and a glorified scullery maid? I should blow you open, scatter you across the walls; this disrespect for all I have done in the service of the Chateau, when you all fail,[/color]" she trembled, angry, "[color=forestgreen]But, no. I will not fall. I have never fallen. This disrespect is intolerable...[/color]"

Chuunitrixx shrugged, suddenly, as if something had changed in her. An epiphany of sorts; more to the point: the creation of apathy.

"[color=forestgreen]Whatever... I'm going home...[/color]"

Taking her leave, Chuunitrixx returned to her Chapter, and pressed her hand to the elevator console -- suddenly disconnecting her Chapter without warning. Across the Chateau, Chapter 4 became the new Penultimate Chapter, as Chapters 5 and 6 were offline.

...however, Chapter 6 was still very much operational.

"[color=forestgreen]Enderall,[/color]" Chuunitrixx announced, "[color=forestgreen]Operation: Necropolis is approved. It's time to dust off Lady Traptrixx's Sacred Treasure...[/color]"