At the prospect of being read a story, Mary's eyes widened in curiosity. A story? She had always loved stories. All kinds of them, really. Tragedies, funny ones, ones with daring excitement, stuff like that. She supposed it was because, as Death, it was her job to see everyone's story end. So to hear one right here and now out of the blue was a sudden treat. Grinning, Mary sat down next to Vincent, careful not to get too close. It'd really be something if she actually killed off her story teller.

As Vincent carried on with is dramatic movements and riveting story, Mary found herself lost in Vincent's words. Her wings began to fold up into nothingness, and the clawed gauntlets soon disappeared as well. Her eyes were no longer cold, and her small laugh lost all traces of insanity. When Vincent got to the part about what happened after the travelers saved the day, she yawned. Still, that didn't stop her from rubbing her eyes to stay awake and inquire, "How does it end?"

[i]"When it was all over, the two adventurers said their goodbyes to each other. And even if they had gotten into nothing but trouble together, the first adventurer kind of hoped to see the other some day. They did make a good team." [/i]

Mary grinned at that. A happy ending then. How fitting. 

Noticing the sudden change in Vincent's actions, Webster turned his one good eye at the two. What were they doing? A sudden kick to the gut reminded him of his current situation, and he swiped his blade downward at his current opponent. Kiara rolled out of the way, recovering and holding Volunta in a defensive position. He was [i]not[/i] getting through.

"Your fight's with me pal. Pay attention next time."

Webster scoffed at this before proceeding to engage in another attack. 

Meanwhile, Mary yawned again, this time longer than the first. Unable to keep her eyes open any longer, she curled up on her side, tucked her legs in, and began to breathe slowly. Soon, she was fast asleep. Unfortunately, no plan ever goes. . .well, according to plan. And this time was no exception either.

Mary rested her head on the nearest closest thing. Right on Vincent's leg.