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Hel had been doing sit ups the entire time…and she wasn’t winded. That’s what happened when you trained and exercises since you could walk. “Ah…well, I suppose we will just have to wait and see what follows then, eh?” The reaper snorted. “Oh ya…Remi is very lively…I also happened across him napping naked in the forest once.” She grinned. “So you can see why I am surprised that he is training under Red as well…”

She shook her head a bit. “I suppose it fits someway, though.”

Hel laughed. “Oh, ya, no shame, that one! That is what makes him so amusing!” The ghoul continued, though at Mot’s next words, Hel stopped doing sit ups. She paused, on the up motion, and stared at Mot for a long moment, blinking. He just…always said these really nice things. Touching things. A wide grin finally cracked her lips.

“I do too, Mot!” She cheered. “Even if they are drastically different, I am still your number one fan and supporter!” Why yes, she would be so bold as to say that, even though Mot had a ghoulfriend who might take offence.

That was a good point, Mot…a very good point. Remi would indeed, balance you out. Oh yes, it was a very good thing.

D’aw, Mot. Okay, Hel wouldn’t even try to be modest. It really didn’t fit her personality…nor would she ever claim to be modest. There was nothing modest about her. Nothing. She’d accept that she did have a strong hand in shaping Mot’s life…whether for the good or the bad. Haaa. She grinned back, and laughed. “Ya!” She cheered. “I appreciate the—HEY WAIT!” She then leo-squinted at Mot, finally catching what he said.

Hel leo-squinted even more. At this point, her eyes were probably closed. She snapped them back open and then just settled for narrowing them. That way she could still see the boil.

“Oh no, no problem…” Her expression lifted back into a grin. “I am just going to keep you very busy with your law enforcement in the future, Mister Police Man.” That was a promise.

Hel just laughed, and she leaned forward and playfully socked his arm. He wasn’t Mac…she couldn’t outright punch his arm…she might cramp it. “Ha! What are you implying, you, what I would put bad into the world?” She stuck her tongue out at him.

Hel opened her mouth to protest that it was never her intention to become a super-villian (even if that did sound kinda cool). But instead, well…Mot opened this can. “Oh, ya!” The reaper exclaimed enthusiastically. “And as a super-villian, I will have a magnificent black throne in my castle—“ Not secret hideout…because Hel couldn’t do things secretly, and she was an ambitious soul, what could she say – “Where I will have one gloriously handsome man-pet named Mac, clad only in the brightest of orange short shorts on one side, and you, Mot, on the other…clad only in the tightest of leather pants…” She paused. “While I carry out my evilest of schemes.”

She pretended to wipe a tear from her cheek.

“I am burdened with glorious purpose. It is beautiful.”

Hel laughed. “Well, you would have to catch me first…and if you did…” She leaned forward and lowered her voice. “I do so hope you would throw me down and…use very necessary rough force."