Kingdom of Alteria : Alterian Palace (2) – Shattered Dimensions.

It is comical how the Queen is able to deal with the likes of the wayward tourist and the wide eyed Kitsune.  Her kindness however knows no bounds.

Scene setting : Kingdom of Alteria : Alterian Palace – Scattered Dimensions.

Co-written with Tsu and Kiri.

Tsu:  
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After a couple of minutes of listening and silence, Skylar thought about the request and what the girl said. It was rather interesting on what she said and finding out officially who she’s related too. Looking directly at her, she wondered how far the girl must of traveled, her face was emotionless as always cause of her out put. ” Ms. Yamazaki, apology accepted. It is fine, since you’re not an ordinary being as I see, since you introduced yourself. As for your questions, I’m afraid I can’t help you there dear. Nor could the king, we have both been here long but, not long enough to know of him or where he is.” She said truthfully and took a small breath as she gave a slight smile but, it faded seconds after. ” I can see you’re aimed on finding him, all I can say is, just don’t give up and keep looking. But of course you’re right, no one should ever doubt a legend or myth. Many things make up this world and more possible things outside of this place, yet to be discovered I believe. This is just my own personal opinion on it, I’m sure if you keep looking you’ll come across something. That is all I can offer from here.” Skylar said and leaned back.

Skylar’s eyes had been watching the male in the room, his bowing and kneeling was rather funny. A chuckle escaped her lips shortly after he walked right up to her, no fear what so ever. This man must of been rather comical from how he’s speaking and how he’s acting. Seeing the phone shoved up she arched and eyebrow and stared at the thing, it was rather amusing. ” Mr.Grant, you’re a rather brave soul too.. any other person and they’d have you surrounded by guards and escorted out of the room. Mind your manners, I shall not tolerate having none, you shouldn’t be so free open with people. It could get you killed at some point.” She said strictly and relaxed a bit, once the stuff ended she had snapped her fingers, signaling for something in the back to come shortly. ” As for whether I like it or not, that is my own private life which, I shall not discuss with strangers. But, I will give you a token for being able to stand there.” After those words the doors open again, a guy coming up with two long items wrapped in black cloth, tied together by a white ribbon. The shape of the items was unknown but, you could tell as it got closer, two swords to be exact. ” The two weapons on your back, I presume aren’t completely there. So I offer you real authentic ones, hopefully you enjoy. Now, if you are lost I can have my guards escort you back to the party.” The queen said lastly and crossed her left leg over her right, resting her hands in her lap watching both them.

 

Kiri:  

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Yep. It was official. Kasumi had a what in the hell moment. Like, literally. Her first thought when the boy began to gush: WHAT IN THE LITERAL HELL IS HE DOING! She even took a step back with the proper look on her face, her eyebrows high and eyes wide, her ears perked up high and her mouth just barely open with one corner twitching. Was this guy really… serious? I mean, really, going up to a Queen and acting like . . . like . . . THAT?! WOW! Seems like there are idiots in the world after all….. But in the end, at that very last part, she could hear the video and had to cover her mouth in order to prevent from snickering, however that didn’t work out very well as she couldn’t stop herself in the end. She ended up bursting into full-blown laughter the moment she tried to stop it. She hunched over, holding her stomach with one hand as her body shook with the force of each laugh.

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“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Then came the last part. His last comment. She. She just couldn’t. Kasumi began to laugh even harder, falling onto her back as she rolled from one side to the next, laughing with tears streaming down her face. She couldn’t help it, this was hilariously priceless. “I dress up as a furry fox sometimes too.” Her tail was exposed now, and her cloak had come undone, but she didn’t care, oh wow this was hilarious! Once Kasumi had gotten her laughter under control, she flipped herself up, crossing her legs and placing her hands on the floor in between them with her long, fluffy tail wagging behind her. The color of it was actually just like that of her ears, which only really completed the look as she wiped away the tears and let the final fits of laughter end.

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“Oh.. that was priceless. That made my day.”

Kasumi looked up at the Queen immediately after listening to her speak to the man, not even looking at her whenever she gave him the swords. Hmm… someone needed to keep an eye on a guy like that with swords, perhaps Kasumi should stick around for a little longer with him getting twin swords. There was a chance he had no idea how to use them at all. Which meant he was as much a threat to himself as others. But who knew, appearances were deceiving. Kasumi listened to the Queen’s words and nodded, looking visibly down in all honesty. Her ears drooped and her eyes narrowed softly, glistening softly. It wasn’t much of a surprise, but it was still hard hitting in the end. Kasumi got up quietly, picking up her cloak as she moved to leave at the Queen’s words, speaking back at her the moment she got to the door.

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“I thank you your majesty, I’ll do just that. He has to be somewhere. And I plan to sock him right in the nose the minute I see him.”

With a hand against the door, she simply turned back, her ears flicking softly as her tail gave a single rustle, calling back to the man before he got himself into trouble.

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“Mister Taylor! You should probably be coming with me as well!”

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Kingdom of Alteria – Alterian Palace.

Have you ever done something and totally not bothered to think of the ramifications first? Well, that is how it was with our happy go lucky tourist, Grant. He had never met Royalty before, unless you count Queen Armidala from Star Wars at a convention, but it was really a guy with a five o clock shadow – didn’t count. This was the real Queen of Alteria, and while she put up with Grant’s behavior for a moment, she soon made it very clear that he had overstepped some bounds with his questions. Nervously, Grant reached into his pocket and took out his small mouth freshening spray and quickly did two little squirts into his gob. Smacking his lips as he fumbled to put it away quickly and offer the Queen a sheepish grin.

“I…I’m so sorry, your Imperial Majesty. I tend to get excited sometimes.” The poor guy started bowing profusely, again and again as he backed up a little, only snapping back to snatch the smart phone.

“Heh..” Oh he was sure she was going to say..“Off with his head…” next and he stared around nervously, only hearing the wicked laughter of Miss Chatterbox back on the floor of the throne room. Grant blinked at the girl, who was really enjoying the lad’s torment. Grant crinkled up his face, flushing madly. His cheeks aflame.

But much to the young man’s surprise, the Queen was going to be more than gracious. She had summoned her guards to bring Grant a gift. Well, two actually.

” The two weapons on your back, I presume aren’t completely there. So I offer you real authentic ones, hopefully you enjoy. Now, if you are lost I can have my guards escort you back to the party.”

They were the real deal authentic katana swords. They were shiny and big and…REAL. They must have been worth a fortune and the poor guy, well, aside from his jaw dropping and displaying a little bit of drool, it actually gave him an erection.

“Sssswords?” Yes…swords.

“Oh…oh…OH…oh…Oh God….I’m gunna…” Luckily he stopped himself as the two replicas on his back were replaced with the real ones by the guards. Grant just stared up at the Queen as though she was an Angel from Heaven. “…..cry…” He sniffed loudly and then took out a huge handkerchief with his initials on it and blew his nose loudly.

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“It’s the….it’s the ….nicest thing anyone ever did for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”

No doubt the giggling girl behind him was lapping this up. To see this nobody, this nothing of a person being granted such a token from the Queen….it was something. With the swords safely secured on his back, the man started with the bowing…all over again.

“May you have the best fortune, your Majesty. May you have many happy times with your King. May he grant thee lots of love…and kisses…and….bedroom delights.”

That one kinda went over the line, but he was now walking backwards quickly and out of the room, only to hear the girl with the big vocabulary calling after him.

“Mister Taylor! You should probably be coming with me as well!”

Blinking as he had just left the Throne room, he looked back at the girl with the ears, tail…oh wow, fluffy tail.

“Are you going back to the Furry convention at the hotel?” Yep, Grant thought she was a furry.

“Nice furs. Whose your designer?”

Clueless….totally clueless.

~RB~

 

Tsu:  Laughing filled the room and the queens icy eyes went to the sound. Seeing the girl cracking up, the queen’s soft pinkish white lips turned into a smile. It was rather amusing, the boy in front of them and it was indeed a laughing matter. Slowly her lips went back into a normal thin line, seeing her cloak fall off she simply watched and noticed her tail and ears. She was a Kitsune then? That was rather amusing as she washed the thought away seeing her walk towards the door and call the guy. Seeing as the queen enjoyed the company she wanted them to leave at the moment, it was just how she was. Skylar had seen Grant become compose and tighten up, which was really good for the man. Hearing his stutter and apology she simply let out a small sigh. Seeing his bow she lifted her hand slightly a bit ” You don’t need to bow Mr.Grant, It is perfectly fine. I’ll let it slip for now, just know for any other time.” She murmured a bit and let another sigh escape her lips once more. Looking to the guards that handed him the weapons she realized he must of been really happy at that moment. A second later she scanned him and noticed something, a erection? Was this guy for real? ” Well, I guess strange things turn people on, not that I’m one to complain..” She thought to herself and noticed how he was sniffing and about to cry, it made her slightly annoyed but, happy. Hearing his words of the king a small blush came to her cheeks but quickly vanished after, her not wanting to reveal anything about ‘that’ subject.

” You’re most welcome Mr.Grant, please take care of them. They’re once in a life time things, I don’t want them to get ruined. Also.. thanks for the compliments and may we both hope.” she said teasingly at the last part and snickered once again. The queen realized him walking out after the girl and let out a sigh of relief from them leaving. Hearing about the fur she simply shook her head, he was clueless about what she really was and a thought struck her head. ” Ah Mr.Grant, you’ll be in for a surprise for her. Oh, by the way, you might want to get your little problem handled.. It’s rather noticeable, once you look clearly at it. You’re both welcome and may you both fare well on your departure.” Skylar said and leaned back comfortably in her chair as they walked out. Her right arm went to lay against the arm rest, her hand going up and the side of her head resting on the palm. Thoughts wondered through her head and she also pondered on where her king was at this moment.

 

(Moves on to the Tourist district.)

 

Betrayal at the battlements – SS

Scene setting – Wrath Castle.

This story is co-written with five other writers – Temp, Moo, Zetta, Candle and Fu.

 

Temp:  

Astaroth moved alongside Mammon, charging straight into battle. There was clearly something different about Mammon, though there was no real way of knowing what that something was. Whatever it was likely didn’t matter, if anything it was a good thing, seeing Greed so bold and bloodthirsty. The battlefield was of course quite a mess, filled with soldiers and beasts clashing and spilling each others blood. Normally Astaroth wouldn’t be this involved with the combat, as he preferred watching his troops do as he commanded. This situation was a bit different though, and he had decided to make a personal appearance. His army was ready and prepared to march to this Kingdom, but he felt they wouldn’t get here in time to make a significant difference. Since he was able to teleport, he decided to do so and act as a one man army. The tole he would suffer after going back to his normal form would be large, but hopefully it would be worth it.

As he watched Mammon choose a solitary target, who looked rather different in comparison with the Wrath army, he decided to focus his attention on the foot soldiers. Astaroth barreled through the soldiers of Wrath, crushing them as he ran through their ranks. Although he was simply smashing things in his path, he was still very much aware of the battle going on around him. His head was moving in different directions to analyze the angles that a surprise might come from, and he had to keep some of his attention on the sky above in case of projectiles. Such things would hardly leave a scratch on him, but there was no sense in ignoring things being hurled through the sky. As he continued to pounce forward he looked up and took note of a flying object, which he kept his attention on. He wasn’t sure who or what the being was, but it was clearly not your average soldier. As it began to descend towards him he snarled and slammed his limbs into the ground below him, though at an angle. Using this angle and the sudden momentum he shot himself forward and to the side in a large burst of speed, moving away from the falling objects path. Right now he wasn’t trying to fight solo enemies, but rather weaken the Kingdoms defenses and foot soldiers. So for now, he was doing everything he could to avoid these solo fighters. Now that he was away from the falling object, he continued to run forward at full speed, clearly heading for the wall.

Eventually he would make his way up onto the walls of the Kingdom, easily ripping through the forcefield that was created. He jumped up onto the highest point he could find, which enabled him to look down at the battlefield. Using his new found position he opened his mouth and let out a loud and crippling roar all around him. His mouth remained open, and from within magma began to drip out and fall down below him. After a moment of watching the fight, he began to move his hands to his mouth, which he would use to hold onto the magma. As he did so it would become black and distorted, forming into a large blurry black fireball. He began to hurl these down at the soldiers, as well as the Kingdom around him. After exploding and sending chunks of dead soldiers and beasts hurling through the air, the Magma would form into disgusting creatures. They would begin to wail and crawl towards those loyal to Wrath, due to Astaroth controlling them and commanding them to do so. As they found organic life they would explode once again, sending more corpses flying. Astaroth let out another roar as well as a long and satisfied laugh at the carnage, clearly finding the battle amusing so far.Fu:  
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– The Veiled Man had stood there silently as the man clad in dark armor had came at him with high speeds and attempted to swing his powerful blade at him in the pursuit of cutting him down but the man retaliated by turning his body in the opposite direction and swing his blade just as fast at the blade that had came at his left hip . A large shockwave would be released around them as a result of their blades clashing , the blades had shook violently against one another as the Veiled Man’s appearance was partially seen through the dark veil which had cloaked him in its entirety. His light purple-blue skin was seen , and his spiky white hair but only for a second as his blade Eclipse released a loud noise and vibration , the sensation and nostalgia would echo off in the form of the Leviathan Queen of 2 generations previous , Demonic Aura and presence is well known for being different for each person and moreso recognizable easily if they are royalty or were in their day, this blade had held her might . –

” You own a extremely powerful blade. That much is for certain”

– The Veiled Man would push his blade forward upwards to cause her to stagger as he had leaped backwards, his darkened figure would begin growing hazy as he had jumped. If he had leaped at him at this time he would have entered a portal in the form of his hazy body and be transported to the closer region of the castle , there he would find the two princes that he was looking for . If he hadn’t , he would have done more flips backwards until he had returned to his physical state and continued battle if that had been his choice. –

 

Candle:  After making a man’s head pop with ease, Baal stared at soldiers. Oh how scared they looked against him, there trembling faces and shaking bones made him feel alive. It made him feel some type of feeling that he never normally got, most likely because he was a menacing psychopath that only Hell could tame.
Grabbing another soldier, Baal held him out horizontally and ripped his body in half. Using the separated body he chunked it at someone and listened to the thud as a soldier dropped to the ground. With blood on now onto his face the scent of blood made him close his eyes and sniff the beautiful scent in. Now that the scent of blood was in his system the now normal Baal would be turned into a monster who committed such horrors.
Taking off his armored coat his muscles began to enlarge and so did he in height. At the sight of such transformation it looked absolutely disgusting, but it was necessary if he was going to live. His body morphed into a colossal demonic killing machine, when this happened there was no stopping him until the scent of blood was gone from his system. Baal kept the cigar in his mouth and grabbed his axe and turned it into a double sided spear.
Soldiers hesitated to charge at him so Baal charged them and impaled one after another on his spear. Body after body lined up on the cold Hell forged steel. Eventually the tips of the spear would become engulfed in flame, so he threw the spear in the air and caught it on side where there wasn’t any bodies. Then he used all of his imposed strength and tossed it at the direction of Mammon
“I will use your blood to create such a beautiful painting that even Picasso will congratulate me.” He yelled out with his booming hellacious voice.

 

Moo:  The large form of Astaroth proved problematic as he tore through the barrier. The warlocks around the castle could no longer maintain the force field, but it wasn’t as necessary. The cannons were fast at work until the number of the catapults had dwindled down until there were less than half remaining. It was a matter of minutes before a few more would be destroyed. The warlocks focused on protecting the soldiers instead, as the magma Astaroth created was tossed about the field, exploding on impact. Small barriers would surround them momentarily to avoid mass murder of the warriors in the way of the blasts. Instead of say, ten, only a few would take any hit.
Gabriel found herself feeling pleased while her claws smashed through some poor man’s stomach, clenching before she tore away the whole front of him. His stomach tore open, intestines dropping to the ground. She would simply lick her claw and it was another life added to her compilation. Oh yes, she was saving up for the finale.
Her armor was already completely stained with blood along her hands and arms. Her sword was heavier with the amount of carnage she’d collected. She had to give it a good swing to help rid some of the excess blood. Where she had been walking, there was a trail of bodies. Some headless, some cut in half. Others simply missed limbs…or like this poor bastard that crumpled before her…they missed flesh in certain areas.
An idiot swung at her from the left, his blade catching her arm with a clang. The armor in which trailed along this area would catch it before she turned her head to meet his gaze. His already wide eyes grew further. “It’s impolite to stare,” she said meekly. Her sword ran itself through his skull, penetrating the helm he wore as if it were simply tinfoil. That was the power of her Hell-Fire, as it improved her sword’s durability greatly. Her once simple blade had morphed until it was twice as large, curving slightly while it radiated bright red-orange flames.
These flames spread over the corpse upon contact. Had he not already been dead, he would have been screaming bloody murder. She frowned as she tugged at her sword once. The body came with it. Irritated, she pressed her foot against his chest and yanked her sword away. It made a sickeningly sweet noise as it left his head, blood spurting over her. She opened her mouth gladly, taking the blood on her tongue before swallowing. Yum! She made a noise of glee, obviously enjoying her killing spree.
Though admittedly it seemed that Baal was enjoying himself much more thoroughly. She would admire his strength from afar as he tore a body apart before laughing. That’s right! She would have this war finished before the sun set. Mammon would fail. And his head would decorate her throne room, along with Belial’s and Hex’s. A hall of fame, dedicated to those who fell to her feet. Those pathetic men deserved no better place than the floor at her feet. Maybe she would make a coat from his skin. Her blade lowered while she stared off into the distance, the circle of bodies around her giving plenty of warning to other warriors of greed. They simply did not want to fight her. Cowards, the lot of ’em.

 

Zetta:  The Gate-Keeper’s eyes were slit in the skies above from the incoming wind and limbs flying up to his level, his arms crossed in an x-formation before him to collect as much air as he could between his fingers to further halt his fall upon realizing his enemy to be fleeing the scene there. His crash landing seemed futile as the great draconian beast simply jumped a great distance from where he saw Cecil would land. The bloodied warrior did not care for what damage this would do to himself, but as he descended rapidly only wondered if he would make it to him before he could do any massive attacks. He landed, bringing a massive bunch of debris into the air around him. His choice land split majority of the fleshy mass that he had gathered in the air, which was primarily to damage his target further but now had served to break his fall. Still; as he positioned himself to punch through the dragon, the bulk of his hands, his knuckles were built up to withstand the pressure the ground would bring. That which he brought upon himself with that jump. As one who decided the capacity of their flesh, he was not so damaged when his knuckles met the blood-soaked ground.

The entire area around the man would suddenly twist and distort into an incomprehensible sight. The grass rose from the ground and was now blotting out his peripheral vision. For just a few moments while he had been recovering from shock was he then reminded of the fighting going on: Directly ahead of him were Thousands of soldiers all locked in battle out of nowhere, beside him, behind him, all around was fighting going on. Blade pit to blade; Yet not one person turned to the new one that had fallen from the sky. This was a battle-field clearly and the revolving intensity was enough to hike the nerves of any living being. Blood was shed at rapid rates and the ground beneath everyone’s feet was pooling blood, It would become clear now that this was an active genocide, there were simply too many people and escalating casualties to be anything but mass murder committed against royalty. Everyone involved would likely be dead, except for his Princess, that was for sure. And while Cecil could only be in observation if he did not join in as well. The dragon was too far ahead, and he was not going to just chase it down, he would carve a path of blood until he directly saw him again: These people became illusions of his past, a wall of flesh that he would tear down once again. They were impervious to incoming damage from him as what was happening was a scripted showing, no one defeated the Kingdom of Wrath in open combat. The blood under him however was ripe with many different cells and originated in the bodies of living men.

He grew blades of sharp diseased organs, becoming dense from his power. Taking those; he began running point-blank ahead trying to ensure the dragon had no place on the ground while Cecil still breathed. The warlocks were doing a fine job of saving the ones on the floor, while Cecil would make it unsafe for the remaining opposition of grunts until he found one strong. His arms tore people in half, some would manage to cut him before then, but would be split apart all the same. His eyes had deadened and became cold completely, with no satisfaction as long as Gabrielle remained necessary on this battle-field.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was now a battle that rivaled any of the great events in history. The humans world of Terra could not possibly compete with the likes of the Demonic Princes and their savage armies. One might think it strange that all this was over the simple killing of a Prince by Gabriel, however one must understand that this was Hell, and the Seven Princes were of Sin. Each driven by that desire; and what could you expect from one like Mammon, whose true nature of Greed was showing through. Mammon had one of the best armies, fought in the most hellish of armor at great risk to himself….and all to prove a point. Hell was run by men, not the scantily clad wenches that easily destroy their mates; such as what had happened to Belial. In Mammon’s mind there was no Princess of Hell, just a whore that preyed on men’s needs and wasted when no longer of use.

Within the beserker armor; great change was occurring to the Prince of Greed. He no longer sounded like the pompous sexist pig of a man, but he was now more beast than anything else. Mammon chose his first target on which to wield his soul crying sword. With a great powered swing, he attempted to slice the Veiled man in two – who had been mostly obscured by a dark veil for the start of the fighting. But he was not totally unprepared for Mammon, having met the upward slash of Mammon’s blade with his own. The clash of two swords would cause a massive shock wave of sound and vibration, that reverberated back down through the handle and would jolt Mammon in such a way, that he fell back and had to grip his sword’s handle tighter. It was in this moment that the veiled man’s appearance really shone through. Light purple blue skin and spiky white hair. Mammon let out a roar of laughter on seeing his foe for the first time. It was hollowed, as if he had spoken down a long tunnel. .

” You own a extremely powerful blade. That much is for certain” The veiled man said, before using the momentum of his blade in a forward push to drive Mammon back. Mammon, who was still at full strength, did take a step back but planted his boot hard by the heel into the floor to slow and steady his stance once more, as he watched the veiled man flip backwards. Mammon changed his hand grip now to a two handed hold on the blade. To follow the veiled man in Mammon’s eyes was to lead him into a trap; away from the main prize of that bitch; Gabriel. Snarling he spat the word”COWARD!”, before his attention was seized by the whistling sound of an oncoming object. The skull helm turned sharply, where he then saw the oncoming of a spear being thrown at him with strength by none other than….Baal. The fire tipped spear blazing, struck the left shoulder of Mammon, it’s spear head piercing the armor plating. Mammon roared not in pain, but in anger. His closest ally had turned on him. Mammon released a hand from his sword grip and then reached up as the spear was wedged into his armor plating, with blood spewing out from the hole around the blade tip. One with the armor, he snapped the spear length free from the arrow head which was slowly being consumed by the armor itself as it worked to close the gap in the plating – forging the metal into itself. The spear length clattered to the ground as Mammon yelled back at Baal. ”And I’ll make you cook and eat your own flaccid cock! You treacherous pig!”

It was clear that there was now no love between the Prince of Gluttony and the Prince of Greed.

The bowmen, though dwindling in number due to the cannon fire and the constant attacks from the Wrath army were not retreating as one might imagine. Flanked now by the horseman, they made a full on run at the Castle to take on ALL of the Wrath army in a squirmish that would go down as the Day Hell turned in on itself. The battle elephants were now having to defend themselves, some spooked as their drivers were struck by enemy fire, and were now charging indiscriminately at the waves of soldiers regardless of whose side they were on. It was demon against demon, orc against orc. The Greed army was under orders to fight to the last man, and that was exactly what it intended to do.

The beserker armor was now changing forms as it became more skeletal in its shape, though black as night. The loud footfalls of the Prince of Greed would signal he was on the march to end the one that had started all of this, with her murderous spree. He knew Baal would probably make another attack, and boy did he hope he did. Mammon knew that if Baal was under the spell of the Princess, it would distract him from trying to end the Prince of Greed in battle. Baal only had enough blood to use his brain…or his cock, so if she was there flaunting her womanhood, Baal would be put off. Mammon was counting on it.

”COME FACE ME, YOU STINKING TART. I CAN SMELL YOUR FISHY SNATCH FROM HERE!”

 

~RB~