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Hel was home.

She was currently in the process of sorting through her new clothes after they made their run through the laundry. That’s right. It was laundry day.

The reaper hummed to herself as she worked on folding her new tunics, but paused as she heard a knock on her door, followed by a familiar voice. Oooh! Not only was it rare to get a knock, but she hadn’t spoken and seen this friend for a while! The ghoul adjusted the brim of the hat she was currently wearing (to keep the hair out of her eyes) and then smoothed out the baggy male tunic she was wearing (because all her regular tunics just got cleaned), and made her way over to the door. It swung open, and there stood Hel, with a hand on her hip and a wide grin.

“Greetings, friend, I am home!” Obviously. She just answered the door. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence today?”

It was obvious Mac wasn’t looking at her face, and she couldn’t help but follow his gaze down until she found that had his attention. Oh! Hel looked back up at him, still grinning. “Impressive, eh?” She replied, obviously rather proud of her new additions.

As Mac finally stated what he was here for though, the reaper brightened up, though her expression was curious. “Batting cages? What are those, friend?” She then looked a bit…confused at his condition. Wasn’t he just staring at her— Now he said no ghouls allowed? Didn’t he know what she was? Oh well. It wasn’t like staying dressed like this was really a problem. “Uh…alright.” She agreed, and looked back in her room for a moment, pulling on some ankle high boots before stepping out into the hall and closing the door. “I am ready!”

Hel blinked. “Touuuching?” The reaper supplied helpfully, and then snorted with amusement. If that what Mac had suggested, then he was rather forward! Not that Hel minded…she honestly didn’t care. She was trying to get Mot to do it, after all. “Knock yourself out, friend!’ She was a terrible, terrible influence. A terrible influence that was proud of her new assets. It would just be a harmless grab, after all.

“Never been!” The reaper echoed, grinning as she felt into step with the psychopomp, swinging her arms as they walked. “What is it?”

“Seriously.” Hel repeated, wondering why he seemed to be making such a big deal out of it. She watched the boil with a tilt of her head and a brow rose curiously as she waited for an answer. As Mac folded to not doing it though, Hel just gave a short laugh and a shrug. “Ah, alright then. If that pleases you, friend.”

Hel listened to his vague description, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “Huh…alright…is the point to hit the most? Hit the hardest?”

Hel just rolled her shoulders. “Ah, alright!” She agreed amiably. She didn’t care if he did it now, later, or never honestly.

“Oooh.” The reaper hummed cheerfully, straightening out her hat a bit after the psychopomp ruffled it. “I see!” She looked over at him, and a brow rose as she grinned. “Hit something, eh? Well, friend, you and I can always battle if that will help as well. Possibly sometime after these…batting cages?” The valkyrie was rather curious about them now…so she was intent upon seeing them! Battling though, that could always come after.

“Oh, you did?” Hel echoed, tilting her head at the boil, and then grinned. “Well, how about I give you more of a challenge then.” The ghoul boasted. “After all, fighting someone on your level would be more worth your time and effort, yes?” She seemed excited when Mac agreed to a battle later…but what was about to really take her excitement was coming up.

The valkyrie fell silent as she got a good look at the other ghouls and boils in the batting cages, watching as they hit the balls. She stood there, dumbstruck and in awe until Mac ushered her into their own cage. She then watched with the utmost fascination as the reaper took hold of the bat, summoned a ball by tapping a switch with his foot, and then nailed it. Hel stared. She stared some more. She didn’t blink. Finally…

Her hands came up to cup her face and she squealed.

“Candle jack!” She shrieked. “This is amazing! Mac, you are so awesome!” Why didn’t she know about these things sooner!? No matter, she was here now, all thanks to Mac. The ghoul excitedly took the bat from him when it was offered, shaking her head because she didn’t have any questions, and took the same pose he did. Hel tapped her booted foot onto the switch, watching wide eyed as the ball came zooming in and she swung. The ghoul felt the bat connect with the ball…and if this had been a game, it would have been a foul ball, for it went straight up into the air, and then came straight back down, less than five feet away from them. Aww. She was still probably too excited to focus. The ghoul then held out the bat to Mac, wiggling. “This. Is. Amazing!”

Hel was still riding the high of excitement from the awesome-ness that was the batting cages.

She couldn’t even be upset or scowl right now that she didn’t hit the ball that far, and at the name the reaper blinked. “Oreo?” She repeated, letting out a short laugh. “What is that?” The ghoul watched as Mac went up to the plate again, and was rather startled as well when the ball screamed at him. Woah! So…they were kind of like brute balls in a way? Except they didn’t bite…yet…that she knew of. It was also probably a good thing that brute balls didn’t talk.

The reaper stared at the ball as well before taking the bat back and stepping up to the plate. “Heh…I’ll keep that in mind, friend!” She stepped on the switch, and the next thing she heard was:

U SUCK

The ghoul, much like Mac had before, startled, and swung the bat all the way around, but missed the ball. After spinning in a circle, she stared at the ball wide eyed as it rolled away. She stared at it for a long while before handing the bat back to Mac. “…Huh.” She said after a moment. “…Do they always do that?”