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Ow...hey there’s another one!" Shadow Labrys points out the obvious. What is it doing?"

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"Thank you." Io nodded. And she’s drinking the blood now.

She pulls away after she’s had enough. "There, we're good now. Thanks again."

"...Well that happened." Pixie speaks up first.

Once Io had pulled away, Lucoa put the knife away and placed her now-free hand over the self-inflicted wound. After a few seconds, her hand glowed a deep purple and she removed it from the wound, which had somehow healed.

"...and good as new!"

"Amazing." Io smiled. "How did you do that?"

"I must admit I'm rather curious as well," Pearl idly remarks, looking at Lucoa with a raised eyebrow.

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"Nothing, at the moment. So I suggest we don't provoke it," Miss Sunday nods, looking at the other creature warily.

"Like I said, I used to be a goddess, meaning I've got powers almost no one else besides my superiors have."

Lucoa giggled mostly to herself.

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The creature then turned on its heel and walked down the other end of the hill, kicking some dirt high into the air behind it.

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"I can see why you'd think that, but at the same time I can't."

"Yeah, I can’t see it either." Buttercup shook her head.

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"So, you aren’t a goddess anymore?" Io tilted her head. "How does that work?"

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Shadow Labrys grinned. "Here it comes."

It's not walking towards them. It's been walking away from them.

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"Well- um- I don't talk about that!"

Lucoa quickly backed away, her face red. Talk about being flustered.

"Oh. Wait. It’s walking away." Shadow Labrys huffed.

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"Oh, okay." Io shrugged.

"Now I want to know." Pixie giggled.

"Fine with me!" Rottytops remarks, giving Lucoa a thumbs up before giving Pixie a...surprisingly good disapproving glare, all things considered.

Meanwhile, Pearl is looking at Lucoa with slight concern, while Vivi just kind of nods and takes this in.

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"Ah...fair enough, I guess," Kampan nods, scratching the back of her head.

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"...hm." Miss Sunday looks at the hill, eyebrow raised, then crosses her arms in front of her chest again.

An arm sprouts at the very top of the hill the creature was on, its palm facing away from the greater group. If it was facing the group, however, they'd be able to see that there's a human eye in the palm - again, matching Miss Sunday's own - currently looking down the hill.

Pixie pouted. "Sorry." She didn’t really sound sorry.

"You’ll have to forgive her. Most demons in my world don’t really know what manners are." The Demi-fiend shook his head.

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"So, now what?" Buttercup asked.

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"Uh, what are you doing?" Shadow Labrys asked.

Lucoa sighed heavily, bending down and resting her hands on her knees.

"Same goes for me."

"...so, are you taking a break, then, or..." Vivi asks.

"Taking a break from what?" Rottytops blinks.

"Well, you were looking for someone who knew where this place was when you found me, so are you taking a break from that, or what?" Vivi clarifies.

"Huh," Rottytops thinks this over for a moment, then looks at the group. "Should we take a break?"

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"Don't know..." Kampan lays back, looking a bit forlorn. "Not much of a big idea gal, myself."

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Miss Sunday spares a brief glance at Shadow Labrys before looking back at the hill. "Surveillance. I'm trying to see what that creature's doing on the other side."

"......With, uh, with a hand......?"

Miss Sunday merely smiles, angling one of her hands towards Gordon...and spawning an eye on that palm for a few seconds before dissipating it. "Yes."

"Okay that is simultaneously creepy and awesome." Shadow Labrys watched Miss Sunday, curiously.

What Miss Sunday would see was the creature shuffling over another hill, a faint pink light illuminating part of the creature's front.

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"I'm fine if we do and I'm fine if we don't."

Lucoa had straightened herself up.

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"Completely understandable."

"I can keep going if we need to." The Demi-Fiend shrugged.

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"I guess we can just rest for now." Buttercup nodded.

Gordon laughed, albeit nervously.
"Everyone I meet has to be some kind of terrifyingly powerful and weird in a way, huh?"

"Yes, Gordon that does seem to be a running trend." Coomer agrees.

"I can't be that weird," Joker says as he brazenly takes his knife back from Zach and gives Zach back the knife he dropped earlier.

Coomer has a faraway look. "You have no idea."