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With the ghostly Abigail now alongside the corporeal Torag, he calmly kept up his pace as they walked in silence for a little bit.  They were headed to one of the courtyards dotted throughout Celestia, beautiful areas that were often heavily populated in the brief breaks between combat.  The one up ahead was no exception.  "Abigail, have you heard of the Faceless One?  Gregorovic?" he began, continuing regardless of whether or not he got a response.  "He's a fiend, among the most perverse of Hell's number.  Formidable in every sense of the word, able to counteract the Angelic advantage over him if given enough time and as intelligent as he is twisted."  The undead pair entered the yard now, the crowd melding around them like they were typical soldiers.  The wraith sat down on the edge of a fountain, sitting straight as an arrow.  "However, he has a weakness you can exploit.  His mind is so twisted that the mere prod of a mental attack will distract his physical form significantly.  Like distracting a spellcaster, if you will."  He turned his head and looked over at the ghost.

"It's dangerous, though it's the easiest way to eliminate him."

@Banana

The serenity of bathing with another harpy in a literal bloodbath was broken by a gauntlet-clad fist banging on the door to Syphax's quarters, his quiet humming of an old tune breaking as he opened his eyes.  He sighed.  "I have never seen a single child in Celestia!" was his argument, though he quietly accepted the fact that they'd have to tone it down, lest they incur the wrath of someone that had some level of decency.

A short moment later, Eve looked up at him and mentioned that she had to get going, to which he sighed again.  "I do mind... but I can't really stop you.  And your feathers will look badass, don't worry."  He started to slowly get up, pushing himself up and out of the tub, then swinging a leg out.  His fresh wounds had mostly stopped bleeding aside from a couple particularly deep ones on his back, though it was a light sting at this point that he really didn't mind.  He crossed the room and took a couple of towels from a rack and held one out to his lover while starting to clean himself up.

@KoL@Banana

"I'm sorry, but I cannot do that.  That's a direct order against the wishes of my charge." the staticky voice of Marquis replied to Zak's request to simply hand over the Machina's secrets.  The second entity of power mentioned how he was of high value to Eos herself, to which he visibly- no, he didn't have a body to react with.  He audibly reacted to the assumption of his value.  "Truly, I am not.  I am simply another Servant of the High Queen." His eye flickered slightly as a spark flew out of his neck, some rattling coming from the interior of his body.  Apparently Hoodini had come back online somewhere in the dialog and began to crawl out of its host's body.  The brass owl, missing a wing and only slightly melted, looked up curiously at the two captors, its matched eye flickering out of sync with Marquis'.

It hoo'ed robotically.

@Inner Demon@TheWindel

With little to do besides watch and stifle some laughter at Artoria tackling and creating a brand new person in the form of Henryetta, Gregorovic returned to his position by the window and leaned on it.  One glaive came out and was spun slowly, incredibly sharp metal flashing anyone that happened to look over.  "Hmm... now that you mention it Henryetta, I could use a hand mirror.  I have plans for one."  His mouth closed into his typical, snarky grin, though his plans for a small mirror were unknown.
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