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...A card that turned into a shark.
A card.
That turned into a shark.
Most reactions of any respect towards a flying shark would be to run the fuck away as quickly as one could. But the problem with this expectancy was that this was Hell and she was Ein Ferah. Thus, instead of running away, she embraced the shark for all it was, using her forearm to keep its mouth from reaching her body as she held onto the squirming animal and tried her damned best to hold her ground from the inexplicable gill-bearing fish out of water. Now, what to do with this "gift" that she had been given so lovingly from the card dealer? Why, simple. Ein was feeling a bit peckish especially, so this worked out perfectly for her in all regards...She bit into it. Not only did she bite into the damned thing, she planned to make a bloodbath by tearing into it as she desired to eat it- yet...It tasted like printed paper more than like the flavor of a shark...
When had she become so peckish in her hunger anyways? Did one have to starve in Hell in order to atone for their poor choices in life?
The shark part in her teeth would merely turn into a part of a card by the time she was ready to tear and bite into it, looking down at an Ace of Diamonds and frowning as she slowly pushed it down her throat and ate it anyways. No point in caring about what she ate at this point -- Hell was about as worse as it got for the stomach and what point did she have in showing for appearances? Regardless, however, she walked over to the downed man and slowly reached over to take hold of her knife. She wouldn't be letting anyone take this from her of course...Thus, throwing it now might have been seen as a bad idea for the poor girl's warped thought process as she looked down at him and tapped his side with her shoe.
"Last I checked, there was no Shark suite in 52 Pick Up. Thus, I think you may have dealt me the wrong card, dealer."
Oh look, someone finally wanted to know what was going on. She supposed she should probably ask too as to what the hell had just happened to her, shouldn't she? With a raise of her hand, she tried to garner attention to address the situation itself as well.
"Could I be informed as to why I was just hit by a literal card shark?"
A card.
That turned into a shark.
Most reactions of any respect towards a flying shark would be to run the fuck away as quickly as one could. But the problem with this expectancy was that this was Hell and she was Ein Ferah. Thus, instead of running away, she embraced the shark for all it was, using her forearm to keep its mouth from reaching her body as she held onto the squirming animal and tried her damned best to hold her ground from the inexplicable gill-bearing fish out of water. Now, what to do with this "gift" that she had been given so lovingly from the card dealer? Why, simple. Ein was feeling a bit peckish especially, so this worked out perfectly for her in all regards...She bit into it. Not only did she bite into the damned thing, she planned to make a bloodbath by tearing into it as she desired to eat it- yet...It tasted like printed paper more than like the flavor of a shark...
When had she become so peckish in her hunger anyways? Did one have to starve in Hell in order to atone for their poor choices in life?
The shark part in her teeth would merely turn into a part of a card by the time she was ready to tear and bite into it, looking down at an Ace of Diamonds and frowning as she slowly pushed it down her throat and ate it anyways. No point in caring about what she ate at this point -- Hell was about as worse as it got for the stomach and what point did she have in showing for appearances? Regardless, however, she walked over to the downed man and slowly reached over to take hold of her knife. She wouldn't be letting anyone take this from her of course...Thus, throwing it now might have been seen as a bad idea for the poor girl's warped thought process as she looked down at him and tapped his side with her shoe.
"Last I checked, there was no Shark suite in 52 Pick Up. Thus, I think you may have dealt me the wrong card, dealer."
Oh look, someone finally wanted to know what was going on. She supposed she should probably ask too as to what the hell had just happened to her, shouldn't she? With a raise of her hand, she tried to garner attention to address the situation itself as well.
"Could I be informed as to why I was just hit by a literal card shark?"
The traversing humans would find a terrible tune begin from the moment that they had chosen to descend down the hallway in which the Puppet took the girl. It was that unending smile that stayed on its face as it slowly sank into its box with the human woman in its arms that prompted the start of the Music Box once more. A slow, small little tune. It looks like it had started back up from the beginning, and now was...slowly...running...down. Perhaps the humans would be brave enough to try and venture forth to save the woman from the Puppet's box? Or perhaps, as it looked down at the woman that had blacked out from its lunge, it was simply another missing case to be filed?~
So. What if this also gender bent our GFs.
I'm going to eat that shark.
...Asa and Eika need to be stuck in a room together for about 7 minutes to an hour.
Yes. The male equivalence of Eika is Add.
...What have you DONE?!
...What have you DONE?!
QAQ
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