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[center][h2][i][color=f7976a]Anath Homura[/color][/i][/h2][/center]
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		[color=fdc68a]No - He had answered her with the wrong word - She had received refusal regardless of the fact that rejection fell under the subject of unfeasible.

	The Red Goddess readily shook hands with the welcoming Arterius, and officially introduced herself as well - her soft-silken speech accompanied by graceful gesticulation, bowing before all of the Divine aside from Agthalan. She refrained from showing respect towards the crazed currently crime-committing King on... vacation.

		Then the furnace deity, Qhiuleri, had turned to Anath Homura and said to her: "So... I know you made clear you want to stop this train, but you do know that this man thrives in mayhem right? It's like asking someone addicted to stop."

	So she sighed, and afterwards spoke with a sustained dignified tone - she spurned all attempts at spoiling her sanity - and replied to her supposed sister. Anath Homura was resentful regarding the term used to describe their relationship, since she had forsaken the thought of perceiving the people present as kindred spirits.

		[b][i]"Should simply asking another to halt allowing their addiction to afflict them be considered an arduous challenge to you, then I struggle to imagine why any mortal would seek to worship you."[/i][/b]

	The Serene & Exalted Emperor was the eminent embodiment of ethereal tranquility - she was the sacred stillness within the savage storm - never shall she yield to weakness, nor weariness, and be buried beneath the weight of the world. She stood thus, firm and formal...

		Wait - why was he wielding the salt shaker in such a stupid manner!?![/color]