Ibara only snarled at the pain, rage burning in her eyes but she vanished a moment later, a copy of Order standing in her place.<span style="color: #ffff00">"you will not torture them. you want to kill her, fine, i dont care. but you dont get to torture anyone."</span><br/><br/>Britomart shrugged and stood up.<span style="color: #ff0000">"sure, im not tired but i can cuddle with you for a while."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #ffff00">"no, they havent. i know everything every mortal on this planet knows, it was one of my... less, effective attempts to understand the mortals."</span>she shrugged and smiled a little.<span style="color: #ffff00">"either that or i just have no sense of mortal aesthetics. i do own the whole planet. im taking control in the sense that im going to purge corruption and rule over your moral development until such time as i deem you fit to take over again. on the contrary, i know im the one who doesnt understand, i thought this form would be pleasing... i vastly misunderstood the mortal understanding of their own religion. in my mass scan i got the entire content and extended teachings of the Light and thought this form would make its followers more open to my presence. i didnt know most of them dont actually have a clue about their own holy texts or the prominant imagery depicted there in."</span>she filled her mug again from another barrel and shrugged before she looked at Lonnie and smiled.<span style="color: #ffff00">"and apparently im no artist of the female figure... thats kinda ironic aint it? a female who mates with other females but doesnt know what a female should look like."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>