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Yooooo whatttttt whoâs this bozo
#virus prismo#prismo but hes a computer virus stuck in old tech from before the mushroom war#hes not actually prismo but rather a virus based off of prismo who gained sentience#desk assistant scarab is a thing also#they live in a computer together isnt that fun#fionna and cake#prohibitedwish#adventure time#prismo the wishmaster#prismo#dunno what to call this au yet so if i do more with em ill update tags later#punks art tag
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Some Times (Time and Time Again) (1/8)
Disclaimer: Booster Gold, Blue Beetle, and associated characters are the creative property of DC Comics. Warnings: Canon shaken not stirred, Heavy canon references to Booster Gold (2009-2011) and Blue Beetle (2016-2018) Pairings: Boostle Rating: T Synopsis: Booster Gold and the rest of the Time Masters are still straightening up things in the wake of the most recent universal Rebirth. But Rip Hunter is still missing in the aftermath, leaving Booster in charge with Skeets, Michelle, and Rani. But thereâs a distraction for Booster, one he canât keep himself from ignoring.Â
Ted Kord, miraculously, is still alive. And that makes everything more complicated than Michael could have ever imagined.Â
A/N: Iâve been toying around with this idea for what feels like forever, at least since the Rebirth books got launched over at DC, and I finally got time to really sit down and work it out. Iâm really excited for this fic and hope itâs decent enough for some of you out there!
Blue Beetle
Life without an assistant, as it turns out, is shockingly compressed on time.
Jaime doesnât need much help on his progress as the Blue Beetle, but so long as he is the Blue Beetle, Ted has no interest in slacking on the kidâs training. Assistant or no assistant.
With his laptop balancing precariously on his knee, and himself balancing precariously on the sloping hood of the Beetle, Ted is attempting to keep track of company stocks, a slack chat with members of his board, an incoming tech report from some computer analyst he hired out of Jaimeâs high school last week, and not waste too much of his bagel in the process.
Despite the distractions, however, Tedâs real concentration is still on Jaimeâs blaster as it destroys thousands of dollars and hundreds of man hours of equipment in the simulation fight.
Itâs what Ted built it for, but stillâŚ
âSeriously, Mister Kord, I have to go meet my mom in, like, fifteen minutes,â Jaime shouts out over the sounds of debris dinging against the labâs metal floors. Heâs not even looking in Tedâs direction as he wastes another AI dummy that is gunning for him.
Feeling himself sliding a bit, Ted kicks back against the Beetle some to get back on his perch, his computer bobbing with the jarring, bagel bits flying. He wonders if an assistant would have helped with the bagel parts. And then he plays back the memory of Jaimeâs highly pitched complaints.
âHey, hey! How many times do I have to tell you, itâs not Mister Kord, kid, itâs Ted,â he argues on the important part.
Jaimeâs suit unites his hand blasters into a single canon and blasts through more expensive equipment. He then looks over his shoulder and squints his large, buggy yellow eyes at Ted. âMaybe you should stop calling me kid then, Ted! Also, youâre missing the part where Iâm warning you about a very angry Missus Reyes.â
Ted answers an email by holding the remains of his bagel between his teeth. Then he tilts his head back and swallows what he can, choking a bit, and accidentally sending a string of keyboard smashes to his companyâs board of executives in response to a question about why so much money is being poured into Extraneous Funding. Bits of extraneous funded superhero training material flies toward Ted and the Beetle and if Ted didnât know any better, heâd think Jaime was aiming in spite.
âWatch it, Jaime! I just buffed out the last dent in the Bug,â Ted warns, using his not-free-but-freer hand to rub the glistening hood to his side.
Thereâs a keening noise coming from the scarab on Jaimeâs back that is only matched in annoyance by the groaning that Jaimeâs doing on top of it. âMister Kord!â
âTed!â
âTed! My mom! Ten minutes!â
Stock prices do dip, thereâs another email update from this needy El Paso kid-slash-computer-genius, the board is up in arms at the insufficient response, Ted feels his stomach churning either in response to the million nasty things happening or to his bagel. And it all culminates in a tremor through his lower spine.
Despite or because of everything happening, Ted slips more from his spot, his body shifting and sliding right off the nose of the Bug. He, and all of his things, hit the floor in a clatter that manages to get Jaime to turn away from his training simulation entirely.
âWhoa! Ted, are you okay?â he asks just before getting hit by a blaster from behind.
âSee! Never let your guard down!â Ted manages to yell before rolling over onto his back and laying in his mess of a lab and mess of a life. âNot even for your great and mighty mentor.â
He continues to lie on the floor, noting mentally that itâs surprisingly comfortable given that everything exploding in the lab eventually ends up there. Itâs only when his vision is obscured by Jaime â no longer in his suit â staring down at him that he centers himself at least enough to be responsible for the teenager that heâs totally responsible for.
âAre you okay, Mister Kord?â Jaime asks, brows knitted in a little bit more genuine concern than what he usually offers Ted.
âI thought about it,â Ted answers with a harrowing breath. He releases the breath and melts into the floor a bit more. âAnd no. But who, at thirty-six, can truthfully say yes to that question.â
Jaime looks at him like he has three heads.
âTalk to me again in twenty years and weâll laugh about it,â Ted promises him. âGet out of here, I donât need a scary-angry Missus Reyes and you deserve a break. Whatâdâya say?â
âOkay cool,â Jaime says, immediately walking away.
âYou cold offer to help me up!â Ted yells after him.
âDo you want up?â Jaime asks from the doorway.
Ted stares at the ceiling and considers it. âGet out of here kid, I need to find a new assistant.â
âSee you later, Mister Kord,â Jaime calls, closing the door behind himself and the last laugh.
âKids,â Ted huffs to himself. âI need an assistant my age. No. Ten years younger. So I can watch the hope and youthful naivety die. That should sustain me. Think like a corporate CEO. Socioipathy. Hating kittens and⌠breathable oxygen or something.â
Thereâs a long silence in the lab, just Ted with himself and his thoughts. And when those turn scary he finally manages to get himself up, gather his things, and to start working on the next project.
Finding his new personal assistant.
There has been a stack of portfolios on his desk for a while, now, a few days at least. And he should be going through them for review but he hasnât.
They all look the same on paper. Even the one written in German.
There isnât enough time, and heâs only getting shorter on time the longer he goes without a personal assistant who is literally a speedster.
Timeâs a funny thing that way.
Ted finds ways to waste more time without fully committing to any project or any responsibility in a way that matters before giving up in defeat and burying his head into the paperwork on his desk. There arenât as many pings from his computers and he could probably rewire some of the broken lab equipment sooner than later, but heâs not really doing anything by the time his bagel fullness has subsided into the ache of needing a lunch break.
Which, on a normal day, is when Ted can finally get a hold of everything and pick a direction. He doesnât really get the opportunity, though.
His head is still on the desk when an unfamiliar, radiant light picks up somewhere in the center of the lab, sending out a subtle heat that dies down with the light itself.
It hasnât been that long since lizard people attacked so it doesnât automatically raise Tedâs hackles the way it probably should, but it does at least get him to look up from his desk and see that the light was from some sort of transportation used to enter his lab.
And the one who used the transportation was none other than his best-friend-then-gone, and oddly out of touch, for years.
Booster Gold stares at him from the center of the room, his goggles resting up on his hairline rather than on his nose, letting Ted see the way Boosterâs eyebrows ruffle together. They then raise in almost shock as he continues staring Tedâs way.
Ted blinks a few times. âMikey?â
Thereâs a deep breath from Booster before he even blinks. Then he shakes his head, as if trying to parse reality, before finally looking at Ted again. âBeetle!â he blurts out, like itâs something he hasnât gotten to shout in years.
Which, who knows, maybe he hasnât.
âDid you just teleport into my office-slash-laboratory?â Ted tries to figure out.
âOf course I did!â Booster shouts again, laughing forcefully. He almost seems hoarse already.
âThatâs⌠weird. Since when could you teleport?â Ted continues to question. âAlso why? And. Uh. Hello. Been a while.â
âIt has been. Itâs been⌠way too long,â Booster continues, seeming breathless. âWow. Okay. Cool.â
He seems so incredibly happy and relieved and just all these other emotions that Booster doesnât wear comfortably.
And Ted, well, heâs growing impatient the more the confusion lingers.
âYeah, itâs like the last time I saw you was in a car commercial,â Ted says flatly.
âHa, yeah,â Booster replies without any weight to it.
âProbably because it was,â Ted leans in.
That, at least, seems to bring down the thousand watt smile to something closer to a nine hundred. âOh.â
The air becomes stale unbelievably quickly.
âYeah,â is all Ted can manage to say.
Booster continues to stare at him, some of the disbelief finally fading into mild concern. Which, Ted kind of hates because only Booster could make him feel like the bad guy for pointing out the truth.
Well, maybe other people, like a well paid assistant someday in the near future.
âDid we leave off on bad terms?â Booster asks, obviously fishing.
âI donât know,â Ted answers honestly. âDid we?â
With that, Boosterâs brows furrow again and he tilts his chin down, running his hand through the back of his hair nervously. âHell, I donât know. I.. Thereâs been a lot, yâknow. Just. A lot. And⌠I didnât know I could⌠if youâŚâ
There is something to Boosterâs words and actions that feels disconnected. Heâs holding back a lot, which is weird. Because itâs Booster.
But the sentiment, well, Ted knows it all too well.
âYeah, I get it. Me, too,â Ted huffs. âI guess⌠I mean. Thereâs not a whole lot to hang out about when, well, Iâm retired and youâre⌠not? I guess. I donât know where you even live anymore.â
âI canât⌠really retire from the current gig,â Booster announces, again with that veiled subject. But heâs quick to change topic. âAnd thereâs every reason to hang out with you. In fact, Iâm glad youâre retired. Fuck, man, you better be retired andâŚâ He stops himself short, pinches the bridge between his eyes, and then comes back to focus. âI came to ask if you⌠if you wanna get some drinks?â
âYou teleported into my office-slash-laboratory to ask if we could get drinks before noon on a Tuesday?â Ted asks incredulously.
Booster blinks, looks around the mess of a lab, and then looks at Ted again. âUh. Yeah?â
Ted considers it only for a second before sighing and coming to his feet. âOkay, fine, youâve convinced me.â
âWow, that took⌠no work whatsoever,â Booster says in vacant surprise.
âItâs been a hell of a morning and I want to figure out whatâs different with you,â Ted announces. âI mean, again, last time I saw you was a car commercialââ
âDid I look good in it?â Booster asks almost mindlessly, his gaze a thousand yards past Ted at the time.
âNo, the whole thing was on your bad side. You know. Where your chin looks bad,â Ted responds sarcastically, looking Booster over. âSeriously, whatâs up?â
âJust drinks,â Booster promises, holding up his hands.
Ted squints at him. âDrinks and⌠mole people? Time eating octopus? A heist for Jâonnâs Chocos?â
âDo you really think so little of me?â Booster asks, actually looking at Ted again. He seems⌠strangely earnest about it all. In a raw, painful kind of way.
Ted leans back, worried. âUh. Did someone die?â
âNo,â Booster laughs. Only, itâs not just a laugh, itâs an uproarious joyful kind of noise from the back of Boosterâs throat. âIsnât that the greatest thing youâve ever heard? Isnât that the best news Iâve ever given you? No oneâs⌠Everyoneâs⌠Wow. I sound like Iâve lost my mind.â
Booster walks past Ted and all but collapses into Tedâs desk chair, crumbling like a fallen tower, until his head has fallen between his knees.
Ted is stunned. And worried. Mostly stunned.
âJesus, Michael,â Ted manages to get out as he approaches his friend. He looks around his desk, grabbing for the menus he knows are somewhere among the rubbish. âWeâll just order and have something delivered here for lunch. Howâs that sound?â
âYeah, yeah,â Booster continues hoarsely. âThat sounds⌠Yeah, thatâs an amazing idea, Teddy.â
At the sound of his old nickname, Ted has to pause looking through low sodium options and instead really looks at his friend. Heâs pale and has bags under his eyes. Thereâs a certain unkempt nature to his hair and itâs sticking up behind his ears like it hasnât been trimmed in a while. Heâs clean shaven, but thereâs the dusting of five oâclock shadow on his left cheek from an uneven shave.
Itâs the worst Michael has looked to his knowledge. At least short of any life-or-death situations.
âWhat arenât you telling me?â Ted not so much as asks as he demands.
âA lot,â Booster answers.
Thatâs not good enough and it explains nothing. And normally Ted wouldnât think twice about saying as much. But for the moment, in that uniquely personal and miserably resigned way, Ted gives a gentler âOkayâ instead.
When the air grows stale again, Ted tries a different approach.
âIs there anything you can tell me?â
Booster smiles just enough that his dimples make themselves known. âYouâll never have any idea how happy I am to see you again, Ted.â
Despite his confusion and concern, Ted canât help the no-doubt dorky smile that comes to his face. âRight back at you,â he says, and itâs so truthful it hangs heavy in his voice. He offers up, in a mousy way, his fist. âBlue and Gold?â
Thereâs a brittle honesty to the expression of relief and appreciation in Boosterâs face as he takes his own fist and bumps his knuckles against Tedâs. âBlue and Gold,â he says back almost reverently.
For a moment, Ted wonders how this is going to end, if it will be too soon or too long. Heâs just strangely concerned and glad all at once that it exists at all.
So, of course, predictably, it ends too soon.
Thereâs a flash in the center of the laboratory, just like before, only this time both Ted and Michael are looking in its direction before itâs even over.
Booster manages to voice his surprise before Ted even has the chance.
âSkeets?â Boosterâs voice strains.
âMichael, youâre needed forâŚâ Skeetsâ synthesized voice hesitates, if such a thing is possible for an AI, and the shiny robotic body shifts into Tedâs direction for a moment. âHello, Blue Beetle.â
âHey, I have a secret identity,â Ted jokes, waving to his Blue Beetle themed tee and the Bug.
Skeets, ever the comedic one, does not even acknowledge the detectable sarcasm in Tedâs voice before turning back to Booster. âSir, you have an⌠appointment. With Rani.â
Ted canât help his eyebrow raising and he looks toward Booster for clarification. Heâs never heard the name Rani before, at least that he can think of. And he definitely hasnât heard the name in connection to Booster.
But there is immediate recognition in Boosterâs eyes. His body tenses up and he seems immediately more put together than he has appeared since teleporting right back into Tedâs life. He doesnât even seem to realize that Ted is looking directly at him.
âIs she okay? I mean, does it have to be right now orâŚâ Booster trails off, looking to Ted.
âI have been sent after you, Michael,â Skeets deadpans.
âCanât you reschedule?â Ted asks, a little put off by all of this rather sudden and unexpected developments.
âItâs not that kind of date,â Booster says, getting to his feet and then flinching at his own words. âItâs⌠not a date at all itâsâŚâ He seems uncomfortable in his own skin for a moment, scratching at his chin. âYouâŚuh⌠I guess we should catch up. Soon. Like, really soon. You donât know Rani? Really? Damn. I meanâŚâ
âNo,â Ted says flatly, crossing his arms as he sits back on his desk. âI guess we should catch up soon. Like over a lunch or something.â
âOkay, great,â Booster says, walking forward.
âIâd say pop in any time, but that seems to be the assumptionââ Ted begins to snark, but heâs cut off almost immediately by the tight embrace of Booster. Itâs so tight it nearly knocks the air out of him.
Boosterâs been working out since they last got into shenanigans together, it feels like heâs cutting off Tedâs circulation almost just through the hug. Itâs warm, though, and it feels like the sort of emotional explosion that Ted would expect after years. Without the random teleportations and promises of lunch left thus far unfulfilled.
After a moment of the hug, Ted is finally able to gather himself enough to hug back, too, patting Boosterâs shoulder as he does so.
âI miss you, too, buddy,â Ted says.
âIt wonât be long, Iâll⌠I can promise that,â Booster says, finally letting go, holding Tedâs shoulders at arms length. âThereâs just⌠some really hard stuff to explain going on right now.â
âIâll hold you to that,â Ted jokes as Booster lets him go. âItâs⌠uh. Well itâs good to see you again. And will be again. Soon. Ish? Right?â
âDefinitely,â Booster promises, getting close to where Skeets is in the center of the lab. âIâm⌠Itâs great to see you again, Ted.â
âUh, yeah,â Ted responds, waving just as the flash of light from before happens again, disappearing along with his best friend and his best friendâs robot from the future.
He remains where he is, leaned back on his desk, and tilts his head to the side.
âSo how do I explain any of this in my log today,â he wonders out loud. After a long moment, he shrugs and runs a hand through his hair. âBlue and Gold Nonsense it is then.â
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Oh HI! Okay, sorry about that! How about Xanxus, Squalo and Mammon reactions finding out their Cloud is female and how they'll treat her after they find out? THANK YOU!!!!
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admin adelheid
Xanxus
Blood red eyes stare back at you from the darkness that hidmost of the Varia Bossâ features but you stare back.
You have been badly injured during a mission while savingcomrades caught in an explosion the squad you were leading had walked rightinto.
You had known it was a trap. Had known it the moment youstepped right inside the building your targets were supposed to be in. You justdidnât count on the strength of the explosion nor the slowness of your menâsreactions despite your earlier warnings.
So now here you are; bandaged and barely capable of movementas you waited for Lussuria to come and heal you. And that was only if the man before you allowed it.
âSo,â he finally growled, his voice as gruff and rough asever. âCare to tell me what the hell is going on here?â
He nodded towards your bindings, the ones you are currently hidingunderneath your blankets. The curvy, womanly shape that you have desperatelytried to hide since the moment you joined the Varia. There was no helping it.You canât hide it now.
âYou demanded my Familyâs heir for a recruit in exchange foran alliance,â you began. Your voice quiet and sincere despite the pain youwere feeling. âMy father knew my half-brother wonât survive your training. Heâstoo young and too weak. If he breaks here then it will shame our Famiglia infront of the Vongola. It would be like a huge billboard advertising the factthat weâre weak and vulnerable. So he ordered me to replace him.â
âHalf-brother?â
You smile a bit bitterly. âIâm my fatherâs bastard. Iâm theFamily spare.â
Xanxus scowled at you. He knew more than anyone that bloodmattered more to inheritances than the skill and strength of any outsider. âHowthe hell do you fight better than the legitimate heir then?â
You shrug and sigh. âMy mother begged him to take me in when I was much too young so I started training early. Wehad no money and she wanted a better future for me. Besides she was going toget married. Iâm not welcome in her new family. My father didnât want his wife thinkingheâll make me heir so he had me trained as a hitman without any pampering. Iâve been doing hits sinceI was twelve.â
âHeh, so thatâs why theyâre still fucking standing. Tsk.â Xanxusstood up and grunted in irritation. âStay still. Weâre still waiting forLussuria to get back from his mission. The pain meds are over there on thetable beside you. Youâre in for a long fucking night.â
He was almost at the door when he turned around and threwsomething at you. You caught it despite the excruciating pain the movement caused you.You open up your palm and blinked away the sudden barrage of tears that suddenlythreatened to spill from your eyes at the sight of the Varia Cloud Ring sittingin your palm.
âYou dropped it during the explosion; your squad went backfor it. You should have told me it was too loose. What if youâd lost it, youfucking idiot?â
Squalo
You set down the stack of newly finished files on Squaloâsdesk and the Varia Rain Guardian looked up at you in grateful relief. Since themoment you had been promoted and started helping out with the paperwork you hadbecome Squaloâs new best friend.
He scowled though, when he saw the big wet stain on thefront of your shirt.
âVoi. What the hell happened to you?â
You sighed and absently wiped at your coat with a hand asyou answered. âKitchen accident this morning. Bel tried to cook.â
Squalo stood up at that in alarm. Last time Belphegor triedto cook, he almost burned the fortress down and roasted them all in their sleep.âWHAT?! I TOLD THAT LITTLE TURD NEVERTO SET FOOT IN THE KITCHEN AGAIN! IâM GOING TO KILL THAT FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!â
You hummed absently before arranging a few of his finishedpapers in a filing cabinet. âItâs okay, Iâll change later. Itâs not like alittle melted spatula will kill me.â
Squaloâs scowl chased you, though. âVoi! Are you forgettingweâre having a meeting with the Cavallone in ten minutes? I am not going to stand there and let that horseshit Dino bait me with how Iâm letting you guys get fucking sloppy! Getchanged!â
âSir, my roomâs up in the east tower two miles from here. Iwonât make it.â
âThen grab something from my room, idiot! Just roll the sleevesup and tuck the edge in and youâll be fine!â
âThatâll stilllook sloppy.â
âVOI! At least itâs clean!Now GET!â
So you left and entered the bedroom next to Squaloâs office.Youâve been there before and since you used to be on laundry duty you knewwhere his coats were. Just as you were taking off your shirt the door opened,much to your horror and Squalo gaped at the bulges on your chest practically spillingout of the bindings you keep them trapped in. You hastily replaced the soiledshirt back on as your face made war with itself, alternately going pale and red and vice versa.
âSir, I can explainââ
âWhat. The. FUCK?!â
âIâm sorry!â
âSORRY?! YOUâRE Aââ
âSHHHHH!!!â
âWHAT DO YOU MEAN âSHHHHHâ?! GET DRESSED, YOU FUCKING MORON,WEâRE TELLING XANXUS!â
âButââ
âNO BUTS!â Squalo was so angry he was as red as a beet as heglared and yelled murder at you. ���DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING IDEA WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED TO YOU HAD YOU BEENCAUGHT BY THE ENEMY IN ONE OF YOUR MISSIONS?! THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS TREAT FEMALEPRISONERS WORSE THAN THEY DO MEN! AND THE FACT THAT YOUâRE OUR FUCKING CLOUDWOULD MAKE THEM WANT TO MAKE YOU SUFFER THREE TIMES WORSE! GET DRESSED, YOUGODDAMNED IDIOT! IâM MAKING THE BOSS PAIR YOU UP WITH ME DURING MISSIONS FROMNOW ON!â
Mammon
He certainly wasnât impressed by the scrawny you who hadappeared during recruitment day. He had expected you to die on the first round.But you showed them that appearances could trulybe deceiving when you knocked down all twenty nine of the other recruits andcame up the last one standing. Sure you were bruised and bloodied all over butyou had survived without even a whisper of complaint.
Squalo had then kicked you into the lowest Varia ranks andexpected a lot of whining at having to do lowly chores like cooking, cleaningand laundry. It amused Mammon to witness the Varia Rainâs disappointment andimpressed countenance when you not only didnot whine but you even exceeded all his expectations. The Varia had noteaten so well in so long.
Gradually you graduated to group missions and displayed yourcompetency and leadership skills. Your missions were glorious successes anddone with minimal use of force. You werenât shy about culling a disobedientsubordinate if he endangered the mission but you were also willing to save acomrade when injured during an operation. Added to all this was the fact thatyou are a Cloud user. An elementmissing around the vastness of the Variaâs Sky.
And Mammon was assigned to see if their new recruit was upfor the position.
So far Mammon cannot deny your talents and work ethic. Youwere also gaining popularity among the other officers. Even the Mist Arcobalenohad found being paired with you pleasant since you didnât talk much despite thefact that you were not a hopeless imbecile.
And yet the Variaâs Master of Illusions sensed the lie you weredesperately trying to hide. He did not know what the lie was quite yet, onlythat you hid it so well iron walls and gates sprang whenever the mind readertried to expose the secrets of your mind. He was all for having you promoted asCloud Guardian but he cannot do that without finding what your secret was. Ifhe did not expose it then he failed as an esper.
âYou called for me, sir?â
That was the other thing that he liked about you. You werepolite and addressed him correctly even from the beginning. It spoke a lotabout your sharp common sense that the Varia would not keep a child in theirheadquarters just for the hell of it.
âYes.â Mammon said as he floated on top of his desk. âYouwill assist me in cleaning my office today.â
You didnât even flinch. Another reason why he liked you. âYes,sir.â
He had truly thought it would be safe. It had been months since he had cleaned his officeand he was hoping that having it cleaned with you today would give him somesort of idea on how to resolve the conundrum of your mystery. He had completelyforgotten that the rare man eating scarabs he managed to steal from a pharaohâsgrave in Egypt had the tendency to eat through metal so it startled Mammon whenyou screamed like a girl all of a sudden while dancing a jig in the middle ofhis office clawing at your clothing.
Now while screaming like a girl was certainly anunimpressive feat in the Variaâs fortress (Levi and Lussuria have a tendency todo that given various situations), Mammon found it strange that despite thedanger to your life, you stubbornly kept your clothes on.
âFool.â Mammon tsked and then waved a hand to startdisrobing you by tearing open your shirt.
Wherein a pair of rather impressive feminine curves strainedagainst the bindings wrapped around your chest.
Scowling, Mammon had Phantasma transform into a snake and regretfullyroasted the insects in indigo Flames. True it did not burn them, but it hadleft them all dead by crushing the minds under their pretty little jewel-likeshells.
âSir, Iâm sorry!â you try to get up but the pain from thebites you have received made it difficult. âPlease, sirââ
âJust so you know,â Mammon cut you off in irritation. âYou aregoing to owe me for the scarabs, the fact that I saved your pathetic littlelife and the advice Iâm going to give you right now. Tell Xanxus. We canât let our future Cloud Guardian be mistaken for a man. That will bea total of ten million dollars. Have it ready by Friday next week. I donât wantit mixed up with Verdeâs payment for testing his new Lightning based inventionon Leviâs head.â
#khr#xanxus#superbi squalo#mammon#cloud guardian#admin adelheid#how the hell did Bel melt a spatula? idk
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