<span style="color: #b30000">“Don’t make me laugh Ophidian, I’m not in the mood for jokes. She did nothing to protect us, why would she do anything to give us an afterlife?” </span>Nyarien growled at him and and shook her head.<span style="color: #b30000">“Don’t make me hit you.” </span>When Ophidian mentioned Nyarien being sexually involved with her sister she smashed her bowl and launched the shards at Ophidian’s head but they were blocked by Athena’s armor, or rather the glove, even though the girl was still uncomfortably asleep.<span style="color: #b30000"> “Fine. If I’m stuck with extremes I’ll trust the demon.”</span>She stood up and stormed out of the room leaving Leena behind.<br/><br/><span style="color: #a64dff">“Oh? You’ll get me back? Who let me lick the arousal off her hand and promised me a week of pleasure and desire? I think this makes us even, dear Isabell. Let me see if I remember how to do this.” </span>She walked over to Isabell while poking at her band until she got the option to share her home.<span style="color: #a64dff">“Here, this is my place. When you want revenge, or a repeat performance, come to me. And wear the doctor coat.”</span><br/><br/>Syncilla nodded as she listened but didn’t ask any questions or argue. Even when Order demanded the weapon in question she tossed a simple crystal powered tube to the Eternal. The tube was made of metal from another world, as was the crystal it contained. On the tube was a single button and when pressed the tube emitted a completely harmless light.<span style="color: #ff0080"> “I just point at targets, Machinist pulls the trigger. It’s a pretty neat system, really.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>