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Moé felt significant regret, and wailed.
"There is nothing to forgive. I am just warning you..."
She continued the embrace, placing her hands on his waist.
Blushing, she leaned up and phasekissed him intensely again.

Moé nodded.
"As I said... nothing is relevant in this world for you now, so the only truth I can assure you of is that I love you."
She phased most of her leg, and wrapped it around him.
"So much...."
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Bifrost scowled.
"Well, Cirruleic, I clearly remember you saving Kokopelli, Chryseis and the others during me and Jin's last attempt to kill the Montblanc family--"
"--20 years ago, yes."
"Change of heart?"
"Change of target."
Bifrost looked confused.
"Do tell."
Cirruleic took out a picture of AdultMahi, and then of Moé. He placed them really close to each other.
The smile, facial structure, and various other things were perfectly identical.

Bifrost was laughing.
"What? You just noticed that your married crush's granddaughter looks like her?"
"Silence."

He took out a piece of paper.
"In your survey of Moé's real personality-- not the fake one-- it says all. Besides the love of guns, Mahi's narcolepsy/superhero alterego/species, and Iori, there is no difference in personality between my lost Mahi and Moé."
Bifrost paused.
"Not my fault that your attempt to rescue Moé from her prison and win her heart was cut short by Kokopelli."

Moé cleared her throat.
She slightly increased her embrace's warmth, and, kissing his ear, she whispered in a rather seductive tone,
"...am I making you uncomfortable?"

Moé nodded ruefully.
She completely let go of him suddenly, and then began to walk to her room, seemingly not much different than before.

Moé tried to guess which room was hers; she could tell one was Caleb's, since it had use in it, but instead of fakeMoé's room-- a room with capacity for various furnishings-- she chose an unused one on the other side with a workbench and various unused drawers.
Perfect for her line of work.
She took some of her things from home out of a portal; an outfit, and a lot of welding equipment, and things to heat up the kiln with. She took out various things, such as foreign metals, arsenic, and she set her artillery display board on the wall.
She changed into the outfit-- a heavily steampunk-themed outfit, and, although it wasn't modest at all, it wasn't revoltingly so, either.

Moé put on a pair of brass goggles and got to work.

Moé had a box full of heavy-duty bullets, and they looked high grade.
With the help of an odd-looking egg timer, she soon took out a large rack of bullet mold, filled with red-hot alloy. She smoothed out the molten metal with a hammer, and, placing it in a basin, she set down the hammer. sooner than later, she took out said molds, and, flipping it over, down came a barrage of perfectly-crafted sniper bullets.
After placing them all in the box, and, temporarily snuffing out the kiln for the moment, then she saw Caleb.
She gave out a slight shriek in her surprise, since she was so absorbed in her work.

Moé grinned.
"I run a guns and ammo shop every saturday in the Nifl Square at Nifl, Midgard."
She nodded, showing off her exotic but finely crafted bullets to him.
"Prince Cirruleic was best friends with my grandparents, he gave me a free vending pass when I first went into the craft at ten years old. He set up a world-class buffet hall, named 'Kura Hall' after my human Earth grandad, a chef named Iori Kura. Their grave-- they were buried together-- is ludicrously expensive too. Cirruleic did it as a way of mourning them..."
She then realised that she was wearing only shortshorts, a corset, a old Victorian tavern-waitress shirt, gloves, and goggles; she shrieked, and threw on a extravagant brown trenchcoat with brass gear-shaped buttons, drawing it about her modestly.

Moé nodded.
"It's a projectile weapon that severely harms others. A well-placed bullet can kill something instantly. I engage in combat with my uncle, so..."