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[center][h1][color=limegreen]Elizabeth Flame[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=limegreen]Location: Gift Shop
Skills: N/A
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	"[color=limegreen]Oh come now, I'm far from ha-[/color]" She started to say, as she blinked, and let the flames from her eyes dissipate, only to be cut short as Runa knocked her the fuck out. As she slipped into unconsciousness, a juxtaposition of pride and unyielding rage overtook her. She [i]liked[/i] this new girl, even as the world turned into an inky blackness, she resolved to have as much fun as she could with her. Her body hit the floor, rag dolling in the middle of the gift shop aisle.

	Soon though, her mind was overtaken with a vision, where she was sitting in some throne room. In front of her sat a person who's visage was deeply troubling, half beautiful girl, half decrepit corpse. Staring at her for awhile, she cocked her head. It'd been awhile since she saw anybody properly, but she hoped that that wasn't how humans looked anymore. Thinking for a moment, it seemed like that might be Hel, but she'd need to research to be sure. Off in the corner, was a cell, and a shadowy figure in there, seemingly imprisoned. Stepping towards it, she recognized the imprisoned figure as the God of Love himself, Baldur. She was about to say something to him, but she drifted back towards consciousness before she had the chance. Her eye lids opening as she looked up towards the ceiling, she said, "[color=limegreen]Interesting... Very interesting.[/color]" Her head pounding with pain from the crack she got on her head.