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Candace blinked.

This was Herryk? Holy s**t. She stepped back and looked him up and down, her gaze reaching his face again in time to see the smile and for him to announce he'd seen her naked. "Well I know whose weapon you are now," Candace muttered with a roll of her eyes.

Naturally Tracey tossed in his two cents immediately ******** golems.

Her cheeks actually flushed at that one. Atropos was cackling.

Oh who else should we invite? Roar? Chama? Oh! Tenya! I'm sure they can also discuss your gloriously naked body. She was practically howling with laughter. Atropos almost wanted to be a golem in that moment so she could tell everyone how embarrassed Candace was but refused to show.

"Thank you, Tracey." Candace gave him a strained smile. Yes, thank you very much. "Good to see you, Herryk."

"Seen who naked-" Gnat turned around, and made a face.

Oh. Of course. It wasn't that she had anything against her, but. She'd helped Tuck win.

"'Ello, Candace," she tried to sound as blithe as possible.

Herryk you are the worst at whispering. Candace stared up at him when he said Tuck and...Nevada? But..Nevada was with..

...Oh Nevada. Sweetheart. Darling. What have you done. That was why Ro was upset, that was why he had been looking for Tuck. Candace's smile fell as she looked toward the end of the hallway where the stairs were. She should go talk to her, make sure she was all right.

She looked up at Herryk again as the very large man said it was good to see her. She chuckled. "I meant more that we've met before~." Not that he would remember, but it amused her nonetheless.

Someone greeted her and she turned around, giving the girl a smile. Ah! That was Tuck's sister, right? What was her name again? Name, name... "Hello! Ah..Natasha, right? I don't think we've formally met. How are you?" She was genuinely pleasant, thinking nothing ill of the young woman. Why would she? She'd gone on a date with Jerry. He needed all the dates he could get.

The weird nickname from Tracey had her laughing. Lucky for Rep she thought it was something Tracey came up with himself. She was okay until he said Rep preferred Rin's breasts over hers, that was when she pouted and looked down at them. "What's wrong with my breasts..?" She thought hers were fantastic. Better than not half bad. "Well, thank you Tracey. At least someone appreciates my hard work."

Dakota was felling really outnumbered by weapons. And the icing on the cake was when the large Draugr stood next to him...and was bigger than him.

Chama started squealing in his head.

And then Tracey was there and Dakota was like Nope. Nope. He wasn't kissing anymore weapons. Chama could do it.

And immediately disappeared.

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Maybe about ten minutes later, Chama would be flying down the hall with a very wary looking Hunter.

"Well Tracey, I won't kiss you but Chama will." He pointed to the redheaded fire weapon. Who was first off, punching Dis lightly in the arm.

"Dis! I told you that Dakota is mine to kiss, you can't just do whatever you want with him."

"William has very dubious tastes." was all Tracey said curtly to Candace. "You are likely better off."

As the mention of the time before weaponisation however, he found himself feeling awkward, pushing away from the faint and fractured memories now almost replaced by recollection of his time as a human in blue kingdom, impossible to disentangle the threads of one from the other.

"It isn't a good idea dear, to go rooting around in the before."

Dakota got a raised brow and a flicker of something in the angel's expression before the smile returned and he curtsied to Chama. "Oh don't worry about it, I don't want to be a burden dear."

At first, she thought this was going to be fun.

She was wrong. Everything was awful.

"Nevada?" She recognized that name. "Southern Nevada? What does that-" and then Gnat connected the dots, and her face turned a little green.

"I don't need t'know about my brother bein' a cunnin' linguist, Herryk."

Worst.

"I don't think we met either," she replied to Candace finally. She was a little distracted by the incredible amount of TMI flying about the room.

A metallic clanking announced the arrival of someone else. Ferros was being quiet as he approached the group, the rumble of his engine lowered and his tail held carefully still behind him as he moved so as not to break anything accidentally.

He was not a very stealthy weapon.

He moved to join Tracey without thinking about it, almost twice the fallen angel's height, taller than most of the weapons in the group. "I wanted to play," he announced to anyone who might be listening.

Squint.

"He wouldn't dare."