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"...I don't want to know what your intentions with Lockon are." Even if he's smart enough to, well, know exactly what it is.

Mathius stares at the invisible camera as if he were trying to break the fourth wall.

"I hope I don't come across that strong when I'm flirting with you, Mathius."

"Ehi, smettila di fissare il vuoto, pazzo scatenato- Ahahaha!"

"It's not like I really mind when you do, Jadzia...."

"It was what people liked about Curzon as well, apparently."

"Quit looking at me like that, Setsuna."

Suddenly, Olivia then dropkicked a crate of pears through the door since surprisingly, the crate was too heavy to push! "Hi guys!" She said before dropkicking the crate one more time for good measure, but it went flying. "oops-"

...and it just so happens to land on Gear Master! "OH WHAT THE FUC-"

CRITICAL PANCAKE!!!

"Interesting crowd around here."

Loutishness has become commonplace and its influence has not served to absolve this den of iniquity of condemnation. Temerity is the affliction and the cure is the generous administration of chainsword. But Mathius is a damn good cook and the ale is bounteous, I may have accidentally poisoned one of my guardsmen to put Lord Greystorm's claim to the test, but I am convinced this was a tzeentchian ploy.

And Olivia's crate doubled...?

...
upon closer inspection, it happened the emerged crate was brought by Jingyang... and he's got 5 of those crates.

He was hanging out, dancing the default dance.

Xueqing was watching her brother dancing, mildly amused.

And as if one heavy crate wasn't enough, Olly tried to push the crate inside, but just like Olivia's crate of pears, this one was also heavy. "Grr..." He stepped back a few steps before also dropkicking the crate inside, which unfortunately pancakes Gear Master.

"GAH-"

CRITICAL PANCAKE! AGAIN!!!

And Olivia who was stepping back after she kicked her crate on Gear Master just silently thanks the gods that she wasn't in the crossfire. "...at least you got the starfruit, brother O..."

He brought Olly and Olivia their money orders..

"Hey, uh... can someone give me a hand down here?-"

"I can give you a hand..." she said as she reached her hand out.

Arpatia, come join me, I just brewed a fresh pot of Recaf... and ehrm... don't reach your hand out to it... it's verminous... don't want to get your murdering hand filthy afterall... best to let it just perish, just close the sewer lid with your boot... should muffle the noise.

The lord general added pouring out some recaf into cups

" This is one of my favorite blends, Catachan Courage, quite the potent concoction, the natives of Catachan are praised for this ingenuity, occasionally a slain catachan devil sow will yield their nascent young in the egg sacs nestled within the gonads, now after the first moult the creature's venom will melt flesh off bone... often through armor but in this sub-juvenile formative stage, a sort of essence may be harvested from the larval forms within the bright orange gonadal egg-sacs, it is also lethal in larger doses, however when appropriately prepared and mixed into Recaf it awakens the senses and imparts a lovely spiced aroma, on account of the nourishing egg-sac fluid, which I am told is a delicacy in Catachan and is quite saccharine. The recaf yielded is exceptionally rich especially when paired with beans reared in Catachans environ, harvest which is itself a precarious tradition... You really do learn to appreciate a beverage more if several people have died in the process of its requisition. "

The general issued an audible slurp from the cup of steaming recaf.

Exquisite. Well worth not sleeping for the next three days.

This girl might accidentally did something she regretted doing, because now she's lying on the floor unconscious with her soul out of her body and with a crack. It was still floating, still with pink strings twirling around, but it wasn't so bright as before.