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</div></div>Oh she has done it again. Dodging a flying saucepan that narrowly missed her head -- only to catch her cap; Alses could only hasten her exit from the kitchen. Running towards the door, her tail grabbed the abused fabric from the ground, unwilling to see it torn to shreds for the night's appetizer. Sensing a familiar zip of air, she ducked; alarmed to find a rolling pin clutter beside her as it bounced off the walls. The chef has proceeded to use her baking utensils now, quite discomforting considering she is only a drawer away from the silver ware.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the door, Alses dashed for the handle and unfold her wings in time to avoid the first knife. "I get it, stop trying to kill me! "she shouted to the agitated cook. Leaping in midair, the succubus made sure she had flown a good few feet away from the crazed chef before settling on the branches of one of the trees. She took a deep breath and rubbed the horns on her head gingerly before sighing in relief. Good, they are still there. It would be the first and last time that she would ever criticize the food prepared for her but even so, that still does not justify why she had to taste stringy hair follicles in her meal.<br/><br/>When all seemed calm and clear, Alses finally found enough courage to lower herself away from the tree. Her small wings remained spread and prevented her feet from fully touching the ground for fear of damaging her shoes. Fluttering towards a random direction of the castle, she reached over to fiddle with her special collar. It is mainly red, white and black with the musical note, chef''s hat and shield as its trinket. If one were to look down, they would find grey anklet on her right foot and a gold anklet on her left; both which make light tapping sounds for each step she takes. Disliking how everyone seems to be able to tell whenever she decides to appear, the white-haired demon decided that it would be best to simply approach from the air.<br/><br/>Judging by the sounds of clanging metal, it would seem like Madame Chef is still looking for her. Feeling that it would be best to stray away from the main premises of the castle for the day, Alses decided that it would wise to take a stroll along the large circumference of the building. Picking a point on the inner wall, she started to trace her path around for good measure. Perhaps she would find something interesting to tease along the way.