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Prove she was capable of being taught? Pffft. What a joke. This sounded like a task to keep her out of his hair for a bit, but it was a challenge none the less, and Hel always rose to a challenge.

She’d be back tomorrow.

Thus the reaper had snatched the paper from him and marched right on out of the office for now. She’d get these items today. Outside of the main building, Hel finally took a look at the paper, holding it close to her face before her nose wrinkled. “Ugh…this jacking reeks.” She frowned as she waved the paper back and forth in hopes of making the funny smell go away, before deciding to just deal with it and went back to looking it over.

One snorlok thunder nugget

What…

“…What the ******** is that?” Hel scowled. “Ugh…” She went back to scanning over the list. Three weeks worth of toenail clippings!? Where was she supposed to get that? She was not waiting three weeks to keep trimming her toe nails either! Liquid, power…spirit of manliness?

Hel snorted.

“Oh dear gods.” The reaper fanned the list again, pondering where to start this journey with a pouty lower lip and puffed out cheeks. After a few moments where only the sounds of students going in and out of the main building surrounded her, she just decided to start from the top. One bottle of cider. While she was absolutely certain that she was not supposed to be buying and consuming alcoholic beverages here at Amity…she was not going to half a** this list. If she got in trouble? She was totally blaming it on the counselor. Hel made her way to town, and it really wasn’t that hard to get a bottle from a lovely shady little store.

Next, one purple glove for the right hand. Hel back tracked her way to the Maul for a department store. With prom coming around really soon it wasn’t hard to find one purple glove. The associate gave her a weird look when she proclaimed she only wanted the right one, but she was adamant. It was worse enough she was spending seeds on this…she really didn’t need to toss too much out there. After that…oh jack damn it! What was a snorlok thunder nugget!? Hel scowled and sneered and finally just caved in and asked after stalking through multiple stores of the Maul. She happened to come across one after asking and snagged it. Next came two dozen pink things that wiggled and were the size of his thumb. Well…those sounded like worms.

Hel was digging up dirt and plants in the reaper’s garden now. Hopefully Mac wouldn’t get mad that as she riffling through his hard work. Not that she cared that much that she was. Two dozen wigglies in a jar later, Hel was looking at the list again. This one was up there with the thunder nugget…three weeks worth of toe nail clippings…

She was so not going around campus asking to trim everyone’s toe nails…

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Okay, Hel was so going around campus and forcing students to sit down so that she could trim their toe nails. She couldn’t think of a better way to go about this, so first the reaper hit up all her friends. That’s right. She made them sit and trimmed their toe nails and collected the clippings into a bag. Then she just sat outside the reapers’ dorm and coerced any poor sucker who walked by to take off their shoes and socks while she trimmed their toes. She wasn’t gentle about it either. It was a very odd few hours in Hel’s life that she would totally go without ever thinking about again.

But it was done, and Hel muttered under her breath the entire way that this was not an honorable task for a valkyrie such as herself.

Now it was a purple liquid that smelled like cat piss, and absorption powder. Hel was back in town, this time hitting up a shop that should ingredients for magic that was run by an elderly witch. Hel went through a whole self of purple liquid vials, taking whiffs of each and every one, and gagged once she found the one. More seeds dropped on that and the absorption powder.

Now she couldn’t exactly buy the last thing on the list…but she did have something in mind…

Later that evening, the wingless valkyrie stood in her little dorm kitchen with her hair pulled back, her heaviest apron on and her nose pinched by a clothes pin. It was time to mix all this junk. Step by step. Hel eyed the nearby bottle of cider, cracked that bad boil open, and downed it. She needed it anyways. It had been a long and suffering day. With a pleased sigh after downing the bottle, she tossed it off to the side, not caring as it clattered loudly on the counter, and got to work. She placed the nugget into the thumb, and then mixed the wigglies with the toe nail clippings…

Oh…ouch.

Hel may have looked a bit sympathetic as the worms were more or less impaled and stabbed by toe nails…but that’s what they got for being on the bottom of the FEAR chain. She stuffed the delightfully gross lumpy paste like filling into the other fingers of the glove, and then poured the purple cat piss into it…

Thank Jack for that clothes pin. This was sure to be foul, and she was pretty sure her growth challenged foxfire had passed out in the depths of her tunic by now from what was sure to be a terrible odor. Hel set the glove into a baking pan, and then finally sprinkled it with the powder. Well hey…what do you know…

This was just like cooking.

The reaper grinned…which looked pretty ridiculous since she still had that clothes pin on her nose. Hel dusted off her hands, staring at the…glove thing…sitting on her counter for a while before looking back at the paper. Okay…let it sit over night…The ghoul yawned and stretched, cracking a few bones before she pushed away from the counter and flopped into bed (after taking off the clothes pin).

That next morning, Hel awoke bright and early, eager to start the day and of course check on her task. She by-passed her regular training routine and instead made her way straight to the kitchen and poked at the glove. Well…what did one know…it did absorb the ingredients! Hel was grinning widely now as she lifted it and waved it back and forth, and then placed it back down and went to get ready for the day. There was one more thing Hel had to do before she returned it to Hyde…

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Hel just barged right into her sister’s room next door.

Her expression was one of serious business as she surveyed the scene...somewhat…cautious.

Coming in here really was…enter at one’s own risk…what had the show been last night? Hel stepped into the room, eyes sweeping the floor as she found the first article of clothing.

A cowboil hat.

Hm.

Hel’s lips twitched as she then found a pair of leather chaps…a bedazzled thong…spurs…

The reaper blinked as a tumble weed rolled on by. “What the…” Did she just see that? Her eyes swept another direction, and she found what appeared to be a…

Horse costume…

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Hel looked like she just frenched a lemon. A cowboil and a horse—NO OH JACK. She was not going to think about it. With a scowl, Hel marched over to Freya’s bed and flung the covers back. “…Jack damn it you two…” Was that a lasso on one of the bed posts too? She needed to get out of here, quickly, but she was on a mission! Hel crawled onto the bed and leaned over the form of her sleeping sister, and pulled out the glove and then…

Proceeded to rub it against Heryk’s manly chest.

Spirit of manliness.

This glove had it now. Hyde needed all the help he could get.

Hel crawled off the bed and then nearly tripped on another tumble weed on her way out.

Ooooookay then. The ghoul closed the door behind her as she stepped out into the hallway, staring down at this…hand of power? She was pretty sure she had done everything right and then some…it was time to turn it it! With a grin, the ghoul jogged down the hall, intent on getting her troll on for her soon to be mentor.

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