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[center][h1]Dreadlock, Guardian, Savant, Sunshine[/h1][/center]
[center][h2]City T[/h2][/center]
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The Guardian blinked slightly at the tall man who extended his hand, introducing himself as Mrs. Pickles. He raised his brow for a second before remembering-

[color=a36209]Ah right! You must have been the one everyone is talking about. Hahaha! Taking down a monster with an elevator. I wish I had seen that but I was tending to something more-"[/color] He stopped talking as a grim look passed over but fortunately Reaper was there to break him from his internal strife he felt, politely gesturing for her to stop the bow.

[color=a36209]Eh... Reaper, there is no need to bow. I appreciate it but we all do our part."[/color] He smiled nervously before returning the bow anyway. 

[color=a36209]"How have you been Violet? I heard the threats are neutralized and everyone is starting to make their way back to their respectable places in their cities. Most likely St. Michaels Church members are helping out somehow, maybe escorting people back to their homes. Oh by the way, how did everyone else fair with the threat? I see you seemed to handle it very well, you usually do."[/color] He smirked as he kept his eyes on the two, chatting about the event and what would happen and what the plan was when everything settled, unaware of the S rank Angel herself, sneaking up on her young son, a massive solid light hammer in her hand, its with equal to that of a compact car. 

[color=a36209]-but yeah that's about it. I still hope we can have time to throw the banquet. I intended on making me steamed veggie and meat buns. Possibly bring some homemade rice cakes...And I should make some extra for Dreadlock."[/color] He mumbled the end of his sentence but it would surely still reach Reaper's ears and before Reaper could respond with a question pertaining to Dreadlock, Grace made her presence known. 

"Oh Allisterrrr Frederick Matthewssss~" 

Guardian recognized that voice. Not Angel Graces, that he knew. But it was the tone and pitch he recognized and his eyes widened in fear as he slowly turned around to catch only a glimpse of Angel's face; Eyes closed and with an unreadable smile. Behind her back that protruded from behind her was a rod like handle attached to a massive hammer that would make Bjorn look like a child's toy.

[color=a36209]Wait wai-"[/color]

[i][h1]CLANG! WOOSH! CRASH![/h1][/i]

With a elegant and fluid swing the head of the hammer struck Allister and sent him flying into the wall which luckily was saved from damage thanks to her sold light wall construction that she formed just in front of his impact area. 

"YOU GODDAMN MORON! WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU PUT DREADLOCK IN THE HOSPITAL!? BETTER YET, WHY IN THE HELL DID YOU USE YOUR FINAL ATTACK IN THE FORM OF A TANDEM FINISHER YOU CLUTZ! YOUR ACTIONS PUT HER IN THE ICU DO YOU REALIZE SHE MAY NEVER WALK AGAIN OR WORSE!? Oh hello Reaper-darling how have you been? It's so good to see you again! How is everyone?" 

After Angel Grace's outburst and Guardian landed safely to the ground with a heavy thud, she turned her attention to Violet Reaper with a switch in attitude that could rival even the most unpredictable winds. After giving her a light hug she let her hands rest on Reaper's shoulders with a light smile.

"You have grown up so much since I last saw you and now look at you! An A Rank!" She gave her a respectable nod before turning towards-

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[h1]DIVINE SPEAR! HOLD STILL YOU DRUNKEN RUDE DISGUSTING BASTARD!!!!![/h1]

One by one Angel grace let on an onslaught of divine lances against the retreating Mrs. Pickles. The amount of anger that rolled off of her could practically be felt by those in the city. It was justified, since he decided to urinate on the garden in front of the church that Allister planted-[/hider]

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[color=a36209]"Tomato and basil sauce, homemade and from my very own recipe mom. Happy birthday!"[/color] He gave her a warm hug before sitting down to eat as well. The first bite was amazing and Angel Grace practically dug in with fervor. 

"Mmmmm this is good!" Where did you get the ingredients?" With a mouthful of food Allister began to explain before getting thwacked for talking with his mouth full of food.

[color=a36209]"Ow...Sorry, well...The spaghetti and meatballs I got from the supermarket but the basil and tomatoes, as well as the thyme was from the garden out fron- what? Was it something I sai-"[/color] She spat out her food with such haste and rinsed her mouth out over the sink.

"WHAT!? WHAT GARDEN! THE GARDEN OUT FRONT BY THE GATE!" Unfortunately, Guardian nodded and Pickles could probably hear that scream from whatever alleyway he called home for the night for all Angel Grace knew.[/hider] 
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Her head was lowered but that smile, that smile that Guardian first saw before he was smacked away with her hammer now rested on her face along with the golden aura that was seeping out of her body, her eyes glowed a bright gold from behind the closed lids, eyes directly looking at Pickles.

"Oh....So you're the one that saved the city? That's nice...." The hammer began to reform in her hand, Guardian in the background stumbling to his feet. 

"Violet..." The sound of death held in her name as her neck seemed to crack with the crane it had on it, her glowing eyes not leaving Pickles.

"Do me a favor my dear and please...Please, step away from this [I]nice[/I], [I]kind[/I], [i]not in anyway[/i]associated with urinating publicly in not just my garden, but Allister's garden as well and the cause of a very nice 90th birthday ruined because that garden was filled with ingredients used in [I]my birthday dinner[/I]......man." Today...there would be revenge. Today....There would be payback.

"Tell me my dear, boy....How durable are you?" Her sweet voice held so much anger and yet it was her aura that showed it.