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[center][b]With the bandits...[/b][/center]

"I don't know if I should take offense to that." commented Cherry when he heard the clone of his supposed creator say something about killing half of his own race. "I mean, on one hand, I'm of the same race, so I can only assume you would've been out for my head as well. On the other hand, they kicked me out, so...Hey, do you mind if I take about three of your fingers as recompense for the people you killed?"

"Don't get too greedy, Cherry." said Resin. "If you play your cards right, you'll have all ten of the original's fingers. Besides, You weren't even close to any other myceling."

"Hey! There were plenty of women I was close to!"

"You keep telling yourself that."

"I will use your skin as a flag, Squid-boy!"

While the two were in their daily exchange of wit and colorful words, the Duskician of the group spoke to Ixox.

"I apologize for their behavior. They become idiots when we're not doing anything more than walking."

The wind began to pick up. Slightly, but just enough for the Duskician. to notice.

"Hm...You said that her lover was the sister of my race's creator...Our creator is the goddess of Music, and her sister is the goddess of Dance...We might need to hurry if we want to catch them."

[center][b]With Claire and Yukiko...[/b][/center]

Yukiko was getting ever so slightly irritated. The genocide deity was in her way, and she couldn't get past him. He kept on the offensive, and didn't let up. Not only that, he was either tanking her hits, avoiding them, or blocking them. He lives up to the description she overheard, but this was getting annoying. She thought his counterpart would have taken him out  or at least distract him, instead he's here, making things way more difficult than they needed to be. All she needed to do was restrain or impair Claire, and she'd be able to have her way with her. Now she had to come up with a different approach.

It was difficult to dodge and think, but she came up with something. Something that kept the smiling expression on her face. She continued to dodge and counter, but snuck in something else. She let herself get hit by the genocide god. As the clone was flung by the force of gthe blow a small distance away, her smile was all the more creepy. For a second, her body looked like it glitched out.

Claire felt her head pulse as the clone's injury registered as if it was the real Yuki who was in peril. Something was wrong. What was Yukiko planning?

[center][b]With Yuki...[/b][/center]

Yuki looked at her demigoddess of a girlfriend. Her new eyepatch was...attractive in a way. It made her fantasize for a moment about being in a high school scenario, and her being the cool ex-bully that held secret feeling for her. Definitely something she'd have to keep in her 'RL fan fiction ideas' folder she keeps hidden in her realm. In any case, she shook herself out of the fantasy, and heard Xoxi's suggestion of leaving before they were found again.

"[Color=fdc68a]Yes. I'll ask the winds to bring us somewhere else. We'll need to plan this out better before we take your clone and her shadows on again.[/color]"

Yuki, still in her disguise, began dancing in a fluid and beautiful style. The winds began to pick up in response...