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[auntie-browning]

Good idea, the next thing Browning knows, she's cuddling Dandelion tracking Santa with a nice egg nog in her hand.

How'd they end up like that? No idea. But Browning is filled with renewed belief in Santa.

"Zzzz...Huh? Oh, I must have dozed off, hon...Sorry about that~ Tends to happen when I get really warm and comfortable~ Age might be affecting my processors~"

Browning doesn't seem to question anything at all, opting to pull herself closer to Dandelion to pat her on the head. She doesn't remember if she liked that kind of thing or not but didn't care either way. She was getting the pats.

[auntie-browning]

The doll began to tear up thinking of all those wasted years. Faith upon faith only to learn that it may have all been a play for subjugation and deceit.

What can she believe when all things are corrupted by powers far beyond what are shown on the surface?

Browning grabs another glass of warm Nogg, scarfing it down in between tears. She's a strong doll. She'll drown her sorrows in custards of creamy Nogg.

Soulstagger Dandelion vc: We could access Santa's level 2 I bet…if he's real.

"H-He's not real!? B-But NORAD tracks him with radar...h-how can that not be real?"

[auntie-browning]

Zaire moves over to Browning and wraps her in a hug. Apparently there was a holiday, so he was going to hug her today.

Browning pats Zaire for a couple of minutes straight. Best to savor the Christmas cheer after all~

[auntie-browning]

Soulstagger Dandelion vc: We could access Santa's level 2 I bet…if he's real.

"H-He's not real!? B-But NORAD tracks him with radar...h-how can that not be real?"

[auntie-browning]

"...You know, sometimes I wish I had someone this day to...you know...cuddle up with, maybe snuggle a bit and...watch NORAD track Santa in real time...I think it'd be swell~"

[auntie-browning]

"♫ In dulci jubilo, Nun singet und seid froh! Unsers Herzens Wonne liegt in praesepio, Und leuchtet als die Sonne Matris in gremio, Alpha es et O! ♫"

"♫ O Jesu parvule Nach dir ist mir so weh! Tröst' mir mein Gemüte O puer optime Durch alle deine Güte O princeps gloriae. Trahe me post te! ♫"

"♫ O Patris caritas! O Nati lenitas! Wir wären all verloren Per nostra crimina So hat er uns erworben Coelorum gaudia Eia, wären wir da! ♫"

"♫ Ubi sunt gaudia Nirgend mehr denn da! Da die Engel singen Nova cantica, Und die Schellen klingen In regis curia. ♫"

"♫ Eia, wären wir da! ♫"

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"♫ Tempus adest grātiae Hoc quod optābāmus, Carmina laetitiae Dēvōtē reddāmus. ♫"

"♫ Gaudēte, gaudēte! Chrīstus est nātus Ex Marīā virgine, gaudēte! ♫"

"♫ Deus homō factus est Nātūrā mirante, Mundus renovātus est Ā Chrīsto regnante. ♫"

"♫ Gaudēte, gaudēte! Chrīstus est nātus Ex Marīā virgine, gaudēte! ♫"

"♫ Ezechiēlis porta Clausa pertrānsītur, Unde lūx est orta Salūs invenītur. ♫"

"♫ Gaudēte, gaudēte! Chrīstus est nātus Ex Marīā virgine, gaudēte! ♫"

"♫ Ergō nostra cōntiō Psallat iam in lūstrō; Benedīcat Dominō: Salūs Regī nostrō. ♫"

[auntie-browning]

“UWA!”

The doll stammered, pulling away into a defensive fighting form as she was ready to throw down. Of course, once she saw it was none other than the disgusting little mink she dreaded, her surprise turned into annoyance. Sure, he was still a terrifying dark being capable of far more than shown…but its also the disgusting horn dog that had given her an ‘upgrade in assets’ as well.

Fear was second to her peeved nature.

“Well, in the interest of clarity...I said to your unhinged sibling that I would find a way to break out of this prison you hold me in, attaining some kind of power to do so, and using that to kick your ass for what you’ve done to me. As you can see, I am not a fan about the 'upgraded form' you gave me and would politely (yet sternly) ask for you to revert said changes.”

Browning confidently proclaimed without reservation. However, she really didn’t think it would come to anything considering it’s nothing more than angrily waving her fist to the sky and demanding for rain. Probably have better odds playing scratch tickets.

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"I could, but why don't you tell him yourself~?" Martz points to indicate that Phi is standing right behind Browning. "I'm sure he'd love to hear it~"

"It's true, I would~ Go on, tell me~" A slimy tentacle pokes Browning's cheek.

[auntie-browning]

Auntie, do you get those odd headaches as much still? Well, when they're not named Martz, I mean.

"Hon, when you get as old as me, that kind of stuff blends into the background. If they are still around, I wouldn't be surprised, but I have a lot of things going on at this point."

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There was something bitter about the way her owner spoke of the clothes she wore. She may not be wrong about it, yet she felt a fixated bond towards what she had worn for so long. There was a problem in letting it go. But the more she stood there, mulling over the situation, the less her desire to remain the same stood.

Trailing behind Reza, Browning’s feet began to move without a second thought. Like a good A-Doll would.

“I-I understand…mistress Reza…W-What would you…desire for me to wear for you?”

"Mm, I pulled this place from some old memories floating in the recesses of my being...I'm afraid I don't know who they belonged to, but it hardly matters." Reza eyed her slave's outfit with a frown. "...That uniform is too stiff and stuffy. Come, let's go to the bedroom and get you out of it."

[auntie-browning]

I wonder what Auntie would think if she learned that Phi has roughly one million siblings, all of them being at minimum Martz's level of wretched little hell monster.

"Why doesn't that surprise me...hold on, let me get something for that."

Browning goes into her bag and pops out a special item for such a situation: A plastic spray bottle with water. It might not be much but it's better than nothing.

[auntie-browning]

"Zzzz...Oh love....please...come back...Zzzz...you did...your worst...you tried...your best...let us....rest...ZzzzZzzzZzzz..."

[auntie-browning]

which tragic death would you suffer?

The Unfinished You die, hand outstretched towards the sky, as if to say 'I'm not done yet.' there are so many things you still have to do, so many goals you still have to reach. you've spent your entire life working towards them, and doing nothing else, only to die before knowing what accomplishment feels like. they'll say your death was a pity, that you had such a bright future ahead of you. it is one you'll never get to see.

"...story of my life, I suppose. The fire that burns the brightest lives half as long..."

[auntie-browning]

"♫ What Child is this who, laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? ♫"

"♫ This, this is Christ the King, Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing; Haste, haste, to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary. ♫"

"♫ Why lies He in such mean estate, Where ox and ass are feeding? Good Christians, fear, for sinners here The silent Word is pleading. ♫"

"♫ Nails, spear shall pierce Him through, The cross be borne for me, for you. Hail, hail the Word made flesh, The Babe, the Son of Mary. ♫"

"♫ So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh, Come peasant, king to own Him; The King of kings salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone Him. ♫"

"♫ Raise, raise a song on high, The Virgin sings her lullaby. Joy, joy for Christ is born, The Babe, the Son of Mary. ♫"

[auntie-browning]

"Hold it evil doer! You're no match for Browning, the shinning beacon of this brave new world! With the power of happiness, love, freedom-"

"-and this Colt 1911 in 45acp I found, I will stop you~"

[auntie-browning]

||: I see magic girl posting on the dash so I'm putting in my two cents.

||: I think Browning could very well be a contender for magical girl material. Despite (or maybe because) of all the horrible stuff she has gone through pre/post Last Long Mile, she is a lot more resistant towards the horrors of evil. Its partly due to her fortitude along with her blunt headed nature to face danger head on.

||: Aside from that, I think she'd be more inline with Symphogear style of magical girl since she is very much without qualm about being apart of a bigger agency like S.O.N.G. And no, this is not because Hibiki and M1918 share the same voice actress, shut up.

||: Besides that, Feel like Browning would probably lean more into the fucked up exploits that magical girl shows usually go through. Not too easily broken by the preasure of risking her life in skimpy clothing...did that on the regular back at Sector S09 without stupid magical powers~

[auntie-browning]

"Gonna go lead the V and VII Corps into victory at Frankfurt~ Wish me luck~"