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How can my wife, who is a servant of the goddess of agriculture, be so cold and indifferent to the cime that is wasted food!? That rice was meant for eating, not being splatted on the floor! D:


Cause she knows there is always more where that came from. No use crying over spilled milk, but telling Miyuki that would be grounds for instant bone rearrangement.
Rebecca Holloway
Building 1 Cafeteria


There were many times where Rebecca had felt in danger. She was a soldier. It was her job to put herself in line of fire. The words her old team leader in Vietnam told her were tucked away in her head for her to call back on when she needed to. As Rebecca had watched the rest of the creatures exit the cafeteria to hunt down the pesky gremlins, she considered a small dessert for her menu later. Something nice and sweet would ease her into the new routine. Help loosen her up. A hot chocolate. Something like that would hit the spot. Especially with some whiskey.

Just as she had considered it, there was a commotion in the dining hall. Rebecca watched a gremlin make a proper mess of a tray of food and scamper off without a care in the world, as if he had been waiting very patiently to do just that. She felt an instant pang of annoyance and stared blankly in disdain, heavily considering reaching out with Athectess to wrangle the creature back. Something else pinged her radar instead. She turned and saw the brilliant glow of the nine fox tails and wasted no time in piecing together whose food was just made inedible.

As Rebecca stared, she contemplated her course of action. Sure the fox girl looked impressive with her display, but could she really take her if things went sour? She knew that Athectess could regenerate her from the smallest chunk of meat, even if it would take weeks to do so. The words came back. Shut the fuck up, Snake Eater. You get paid to get shot at. She knew there weren’t many creatures of her caliber that could take such punishment, but the threat of total evisceration was still very real. But still, someone had to make a move. And besides, Rebecca could relate. There were two things in this world that she would kill people over if they messed with: her food and her sleep.

Rebecca approached Miyuki’s table just as she was getting out of it. She broached the subject in her classic fashion.

“Rough day?” She asked, ready to get an earful from the kitsune.
I'm going to keep watching and waiting for a conventiant 'in' to reintroduce Eilidh. Because I don't want to outright leave but I also don't want to join in with this overwhelming chaos.


This is the perfect time to reintroduce. Teamwork makes the dream work.
Gremlins are truly unpredictable.
My.
F*cking.
FOOD!


Ohhh-hooo, these lil' turds are so dead. Let's see how much you'll enjoy this accord when the only sensation you'll be experiecing for the next decade is that of your own skin peeling off and your nerves being assaulted by searing needles, day in, day out. 24/7. What? You don't think it's FUN?

*Very dark aura eminates from the foxes table*


Oopsie daisies
<Snipped quote by Lemons>

I smell a prank-war.

Someone is gonna wake up with their car in their bedroom.

*Gremlins take notes*


Someone's going to get a 40mm up their spinneret if they aren't careful.
They issue Velvet an ID of a 17 year old as a joke so she can’t buy alcohol without a chaperone
Can't take you kids anywhere, can we?
Literally could set off a nuclear warhead in the middle of the city and then go “Oopsie, I’m sowwy” with puppy dog eyes and everyone would forgive her.
Rebecca Holloway
Building 1 Cafeteria


The meal was amazing, but it was also the last she'd have of it for a while apparently. She looked up as she heard the announcement. Gremlins? She'd never heard nor seen a gremlin. Then again, she'd seen a lot of things that could be considered to be not exactly common knowledge when she was in combat. Many things she'd rather not revisit. She took up her empty plate and dropped it in the dish bin. Much of the other residents were getting their stuff together. Fixing to catch these gremlins themselves. It seemed fun, but she wouldn't want to participate. Too much time in the jungle laying traps to kill and not capture. Well, she had done a few prisoner snatches in her time. But still, she was too used to the killing. Plus it'd be kind of unfair for her to do so to the others.

Rebecca turned and saw Khalid. She remembered him from before. He was talking to another resident that she hadn't remembered the name of. She was always like that in the morning. But something about Khalid didn't sit right with her. To be more precise, something hanging around him was putting her off. She stared at him. If he met her gaze, she'd hold it for a split second with his before turning away. Well, like it or not, there was still foolishness afoot. Much as she didn't care for a prize, Rebecca did care about one thing overall. She wouldn't let those gremlins have the run of the place, lest they get into her room. She considered rigging up an M18 Claymore mine towards the front door just to further dissuade. Maybe later, but not right now.
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