Welcome to Gaia! ::

Gatz smiled as the forceful comment drifted over to him through the mental link Roan had forged with him--the one neither of them had seen fit sever just yet. While the daemon was likely tolerating the connection for its potential usefulness (or simply choosing to ignore Gatz's existence), the chaos entity already had more than one use planned for it... not the least of which involved antagonising Roan.

"Might I remind you that it was your idea to conquer an island with a reputation for beautiful, buxom, irresistible women," he said with a laugh as he walked over to her. "Come'on"--he made to give her a pat on the shoulder--"just let boys be boys, and go back to smoking those breath fresheners of yours. Otherwise they might act somewhat resentful about things later on."

((It's occurred to be before that with Roan being (partly) undead that cigarettes might actually make her breath smell better, rather than worse. What do you guys think?))

"I'm sure that it's all because you're such a sweet, considerate, loving person," Gatz replied with a warm and catty smile. He made sure to leave the sardonic tone out of his voice as he spoke, which ironically only served to make the statement sound more sarcastic.

Feeling Dante over her shoulder, Morrigan snuggled up a bit to him, albiet somewhat involuntarily due to her leg wound putting her off balance.


Morrigan summoned her minions to return to her, leaving Bleu's airway free from obstruction.


What?!
Upon hearing this, Morrigan immediately started coughing as though she was choking on something. She looked absolutely shocked, relying on her wings to support her while she reconstituted herself.

"W-... what?!" Morrigan gasped though her respiratory spasms. "What did you say?"

((So you're just gonna ignore my post then Morri? xd ))

((But the backstabbing? I mean, the making up? No, wait, that first one was right...or was it?))

Im not their mistress Gatz, and the island's energies have helped me massively. That aside... if you tried to beat me back then, I'd have swatted you down too. And dont think Im any less capable now.

*She spoke idly, as if suffering some repeated political debate, eyes never leaving the wreckage she so brazenly wandered through, entire sections of the house shifting beneath her feet as she climbed further up the rubble and paused now an dthen to reach down and touch something. Each time, she would hesitate for a moment, then blue sparks would follow as each item was subsequently melted*

"Funny you should say that," Gatz remarked with a smirk. "I seem to remember you having enough trouble holding things together when we played around one-on-one afterwards. I might have a big mouth, but unlike certain daemons, I rarely make claims that I can't back up."

Looking over at Quint, Gatz grinned and held out his hand in front of him, one finger pointed at his palm as if reading a passage from a book.

"Mistress. Noun. Defined as: 1) an adulterous woman, a woman who has an ongoing extramarital sexual relationship with a man; 2) schoolmarm, a woman schoolteacher (especially one regarded as strict); 3) a woman master who directs the work of others." He glanced up at his friend, shaking his head ruefully. "You really ought to get your head out of the gutter from time to time, Quint. One would almost think you're as bad as me sometimes."

"And speaking of your pompadour," he said, inclining his head back towards Morrigan, "did you know that he's working for Roan, and that they have a telepathic connection now? Dante and Rio are in a similar fix, excepting that your bodyguard works with her of his own free will, and that Rio only had the mental link last I heard." The entity pointed to his own head and smiled brightly. "I'm stuck with a connection to her too, but since my thoughts are too oily and slippery to get a good grasp on, so it really benefits me more than it does her."