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The Elmbeast once again loomed before Marco, reared back on it’s hind feet it towered over the boy. The squire’s eye glanced to the stump of it’s left forepaw, he shivered, know that the beast would have wanted revenge for his earlier actions. This Washboy darted forward with his unfamiliar weapon, aiming for the beast’s guts and deftly applied another coat of Tasha’s Vicious Varnish™.
“Lookin’ good Marco, that’ll really make the interior of your new wardrobe pop. Not that anyone’ll see it with fifteen identical red hoodies in the way.”
"No way man, this thing is way too cool as a functional trophy for my standard earth-ware. Hoodies and jeans go in the refinished dresser from when I first got here, the sweet armor and clothes I’ve been making from forest beasts go in here. Just check out my Hydra-leather vest, I’m going to look sick atop of Nachos while wearing it."
"Dude," states the Lucitor prince, "You might want to kill your vest a second time, I thing a second vest is growing from the neck-hole."
"Collar Tom, the Wash would say a second vest is growing from the collar. If I cauterize.. slay the vest, it’ll stay a normal piece of outerware. But, If I keep it like this, it can regenerate any rips and tears It gets while I’m cruising or fighting. Plus, It’ll re-size over time. I won’t grow to get as big as your mom, but I do get pretty jacked in a couple of years."
"Whoa, no talking about my mom. But, their own mothers excluded, demons do happen to enjoy big girls. The more Kaiju the better you know." *Tom reaches out for a fist bump*
“Wait, is that why you wanted to borrow my Pacific Rim DVD?!”
“Don’t tell Star, but yes. And Bro, those poorly dubbed Godzilla movies are a huge tease in my culture.”
“Tom, your secret is safe with me, but do you want a hydra vest too? I can teach you how to sew it into the shape you want it to grow into as thanks for helping me fix up the Manor. It looks like Demon carpentry is good for more than just building carriages."
"Building my own carriage was pretty awesome, the replacement I’m making with my dad will be even faster. Carpentry isn’t something that comes to my people, we tend to burn the supplies down you know? Grandpa Relicore got me started in it, he said that the control to not ruin what I’m making would be good for learning handle my powers. He did something similar for my mom. Fine motor control is tough when you’re ten stories tall, she was always crushing things and friends. So, kinda like your ship-in-a-bottle model, Mom ended up building our entire navy.
These vests, though, maybe we can grow and sew one for all the band members? We could like, put some slick patches and our names on the backs.”
"That’d be a cool memento, and really bring the look of the gang together considering how different everyone, well, looks. But, speaking of big girls and band members, I’m seeing a problem in Timore. I know she isn’t handling what happened to Bab-Claus very well. She’s her blaming herself as those napalm tears trail down her skull. She’s jeopardizing her squireship too, dragging that Merfolkian Zweihander across the castle grounds instead of carrying it. Someone will eventually figure out those gouges in the walkway are from her sword. She’s a nice girl and all Tom, but her family sounded kind of mean… and I don’t know if her life in the underworld really taught her how to deal with grief."
"Dude, I may not look it with an awl in my hand, but I’m still the prince of the Underworld. We’re like this big melting pot, and not just because it’s hot down there”. *Marco snorts* "People die from all over this dimension, and most of ‘em make it down there one way or another. We’ve come up with our own ways of dealing with inter-cultural grief. Helpin’ her out is the right thing to do, after all she’s both my subject and capable of holding an ethereal saxophone. Besides, I figure helping one of my people is good practice, I’m not going to try to fix the whole underworld all at once."
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"Hey Timore," *awkward finger guns*. "As both your future ruler and as lead keyboardist of Warnicorn Stamped I seen that you’re going through some tough times. This whole living, un-living thing sucks but there’s good times to be had in it too. This old guy you dealt with thought he could get away with what he did to your boyfriend, but then he went and died on Mewni. Cursed pearl necklaces would’ve been too good for him.
Let’s go make grandma Erinya proud anyways. What do you say? Want to grab a cornshake, a cold-iron pipe, and sneak back home to find this old dude’s soul?!"