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[Empiricist]

"So I see. In that case it may be prudent to invest in a finer arms."
She nods towards the battleworn lance.
"On the matter of crushing, perhaps you could try delivering a curbstomp? I've yet to partake, but it is quite gratifying from what I've been told."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Ah! I see Wybernia has seen fit to reward us with....appropriate acknowledgement of our greatness! I always had faith you would all do well as my servants."
Serena tries, very hard, to hide the shaking of her legs. Flying high really, really wasn't her style.

Sitri nods slowly, gratefully taking the tea and sipping quietly to calm her stomach and nerves.

Lucifer looks smugly around at Satan and Keith.
"Well. It seems someone appreciates my presence here, even if you won't. Drinks won't be necessary for me, thank you."
"I'm trying to figure out if you're acting like this to piss us both off or if you're genuinely clueless."
"Me? Piss you off on purpose? Perish the thought."

Marta pops out from behind 42-1, dabbing at her own forehead with an oil-stained rag.
"Landing that airship.....she's a beauty. Her handling's the smoothest I've seen, the engines run smoothly.....I'd say good ol' Miss Efreeti would be proud of the ship they'd named after her, if you'll excuse my presumptuousness. Wish I could've been taught by her personally."
"So. Did you get to use the pistol, 42-1? I didn't get to see too much."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Really, Serena? MPMPMH on."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Is the praise of a wise, beautiful and beloved goddess not enough for you?"

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Why MPMHM I even bother...Just don't fall or trip MPMH, goddess of shaky legs."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I don't know what you're talking about."
Serena says, as she searches for a bench to sit down on.

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Yeah, sure MPMH don't."

[adzi]

"Gotta side with Jarvis here. Those legs are pretty, but they are a bit unreliable."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Unreliable? Hmph. Is that any way to refer to a wise goddess like myself?"
Serena has, by this point, located a bench, and is currently attempting to sit on it in a manner that makes her look dignified.

She more resembles what a child thinks looks dignified.

[adzi]

"Don't let yourself be judged by your legs, though! What you are good at, you are still good at!"

she's kinda cute, but that dumbness of her is getting on my nerves...

[SirAston]

Yliss looks at how Serena behaves and after a while, it seems like a light bulb went on in her head.

"..."
"!"

A black-coated light bulb, but still a bulb.
She approaches Serena.

"Why, yes, such a wise goddess you are, Lady Serena. Truly a stunning display of unearthly dignity and knowledge."
"My, I cannot wait for your magnificient, marvelous plan on how to get to Midgardia at the speed of light, and locate Discordia in the swiftest and most efficient way possible."
"Surely a goddess such as you has already revisioned such plans to perfection while the battle was going on."

She walks behind Serena.

"It would be such a shame if you wouldn't have one, or feel pressured into making a plan up on the spot."

She walks in front of her again and bows down on eye level.

"So? I can't wait to hear your plan, Serena!"

[adzi]

Oh, dear.

Let's see how that will pan out.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Of course a wise, intelligent and beloved goddess like me would have a plan. My sister, you see, she likes to help unfortunate, downtrodden and miserable mortals. She can't help herself."
"So where do we find the kind of poor, miserable and wretched kind of idiots my sister would be dying to help in Midgardia, you ask? What kind of place would mortals like that hang out?"
"Why, the casinos, of course."

[SirAston]

"... Wow."
"That actually makes kind of sense, considering we're going to Ishim."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Why wouldn't I make sense?"