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Armadillo?

[color=778899]“Amaryllis, Hilaria, Amaryllis.”[/color]

But that was the extent of the knight’s ability to really care. A rose by any other name was just as sweet, and claptrap like that. All she wanted to do was eat and then sleep, but even though her Sword felt satisfied by all this, there was still more to do. More monsters to slay, more demons to hunt. She felt it in her soul, her mind. The barrier was still siphoning more magical power from her, still reconstructing itself. Until it completed itself…

Another interruption. This time from Sophia. Amaryllis looked at the pirate queen for a moment and, in a lapse of judgment, offered the flat of her Sword to the flame-haired woman. [color=778899]“The Sword’s tastes lean towards the powerful. Monster or magical, it matters not, but so long as I am its Wielder, it’ll only taste the soul of the former.”[/color] A pause. Sophia didn’t touch the blade, Nuncio’s own introduction (Cat Gangster? Interesting vibe.) drawing her attention away from the matter of the Sword’s speech. The Knight of Rose still felt it ‘purring’ in her skull, like steel wool rubbing on the inside. [color=778899]“And yes, I’d appreciate a meal after this. Thank you.”[/color]

Didn’t know what to make of the arm around her shoulder, but Amaryllis felt fatigued enough to be grateful. She leaned against Sophia, just slightly enough that her body didn’t slant in any obvious manner. 

So much to do though. So much to say. If she had done everything by herself, she wouldn’t have to address everyone who had participated, right? But she brought them in here, so she’ll see them out. With conscious effort, enough that it felt as if she was exerting herself again, Amaryllis gave a little flourish, before a silver rose budded out from behind Bunny’s right ear, blooming out fully and then oxidizing into a deep red. [color=778899]“Your magical ordinance worked out for the best, Mariette, but seeing what we’ve all gone through, I’ll save the full heft of my gratitude for a more opportune date. For now, I bid you a good rest.”[/color] Or whatever Horrors allowed their pact-bound servants to do after slaying a sturdy lich.

And now, back to the Feline Mafioso. Penrose Outer Alliance…was that what Cindy’s thing was called? Amaryllis narrowed her eyes slightly. Everyone she knew had been thrown into Dan’s Beach Dimension, so this…may well be an opportunity, no? A chance at figuring out everything that had gone down, and at learning of every new faction that had settled in during their absence.

The Knight of Rose frowned. The fatigue may be making her a little pragmatic, a little numb. But this was good, for now.

[color=778899]“There’s no problem,”[/color] she spoke, tilting her head towards Sophia. [color=778899]“I’ve no reason to shy from a man’s gaze, least not in this form. You can stare as you like, Nuncio, but in exchange…join us for a meal. Tell us everything that has transpired over the last couple of months.”[/color]

A smile graced her lips, charming and practiced. Rusted petals fell still, wasteless byproducts of her magic.

[color=778899]“I am Amaryllis Evenings, Knight of Rose. As fate would have it, my repose in the tropics, though it felt like a mere three days, unfortunately grew to twoscore that amount, leaving me shamefully unaware of recent comings and goings. If you were to inform me of such events, well…I prefer to keep my list of contacts short and sweet, but perhaps I’ll make room for you.”[/color]

Though she wouldn’t have to, if Sammy could just answer her phone.