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From the outside, the palace still looked as ostentatious as ever. However, the inside would have resembled more of a child’s playground fever dream. Asgard was decked out in party paraphernalia. Mercy would have wanted nothing less. Colourful streamers dangled from the ceiling. Balloons were given to every visitor. Colour-coded plastic bowls were laid across the tables, each brimming with party food.

Mercy herself wore a party hat. She was adamant that everyone wore one. As the youngest member of Odin’s Spear, she prided herself on her ability to keep things lighthearted and child-friendly. Just ignore the bottles of hard liquor and other illicit substances scattered between the party pies and sausage rolls.

The birthday girl herself was lounged on a plush couch underneath an ostentatiously colourful banner with the words ‘BIRTHDAY BITCH’ emblazoned in golden letters.

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A.J. Godfrey Ivory Volkov + any OS member!

Mercy did not expect the clone to actually be the guild master himself. But in hindsight… it made a lot of sense. Still, the teenager wasn't able to properly give herself the time to kick herself when she was too busy trying to deal with the suddenly murderous clones.
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It was not the first time the girl had fought against a guild master. But it was the first time her opponent did not have her best interests at heart. Still, the rush of adrenaline that coursed through Mercy's veins gave her a bout of euphoria. A bout of laughter exploded from the girl as she was suddenly faced with a crowd of attackers.
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"Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" She cackled, urging Fenrir to leap up and avoid the attack.
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Unfortunately, the wolf was too slow. Both spirit and master became overwhelmed with the wispy bolts of black magic. The misty forms clung onto fur and fabric like black goo.
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"What's this? Play dough?" Mercy mocked, trying to shake the stuff off of her, although to no avail. When she realised that it wasn't coming off, Mercy scowled and pointed towards one of the Sovereigns on the steps.
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"Coward! Come down here and fight like a man!"

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Sovereign Pale

The screech did not scare Mercy. Not enough to incapacitate her anyways. Indeed, if she had been by herself, without the protection and comradery of her guild mates, she would have likely pissed herself from terror. Instead, her body just trembled with fear as she clasped her hands over her ears.
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She did scream, however, when the bulbous sack opened to pour out a sky-full of insects. Mercy briefly recalled the one zombie she fought a few weeks ago which had maggots crawling out of it. But this was much worse. Millions and millions times worse.
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There was no running and no hiding. Mercy's promptly cut off her own scream as her hands moved to cover her mouth, in an attempt to stop the bugs from entering via her oral cavity. It did little to help anyways. The insects burrowed into her exposed arms and legs. The pain was inconsequential against the thought of her body now playing host of a million parasitic organisms eating her from inside out.
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There was nothing more Mercy would've liked except to crawl into a foetal position and sob uncontrollably – except for when she was wrenched back into reality by her sister's battle cry.
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Her fear turned into rage.
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”FOR ALAKITASIA!” She echoed, stabbing a Golden key into the air and opening a Zodiac Gate. Erupting forth of a midnight black magical seal was an enormous snake the size of a freight train. Ophiuchus, the 13th Gate of the Zodiacs flew through the air, baring its fangs to bite into the monstrous abomination.
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Fenrir in the meanwhile, disappeared back into the Spirit World, given that Mercy still lacked the capacity to keep two celestial gates open at the same time.
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summary: Mercy wasn't scared by the screech. But she got scared by the bugs that attacked her. She summoned Ophiuchus, a giant snake who tries to bite the boss.
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Ivory Volkov

Mercy did not expect the clothed biped to respond. And she was not assured by its response either. "So then, have you seen him?" She demanded haughtily, moving her hands onto her hips.
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One thing which she did decide, was that this Gullinbursti was proving to be a massive pain in the ass in her ability to hunt down the location of her newest feline pet. She wouldn't put it past the creature to have eaten Mister Pirate either. The teen squinted at the boar suspiciously, before her vision was briefly obscured by Topax's vicious slash across its face. Its horn was sliced cleaning through, the top half cluttering to the floor. Topax's claws did not stop at the horn, continuing further to slash three deep gashes across the boar's face.
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"You!" Mercy hollered, stabbing a finger in the direction of the boar. "If the tall one didn't eat Pirate then, you must have!" Her accusations turned enraged and she beckoned Fenris towards her.
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Solemnity had finally taken the reigns as Mercy decided to put an end to this nonsense. "Get that fat pig!"
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Her instructions were vague, but the Spirit obliged regardless, the burns having caused its fur to be singed in places and patchy in others, revealing the raw amount of muscle underneath. With its partially scorched fur, the wolf looked more like a rapid mange-ridden dog than a noble Celestial Spirit. Nonetheless, it charged towards Gullinbursti, hell-bent on revenge for the damage it had caused.
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With a vicious snarl, Fenris hurled itself onto the backside of the boar (in the opposite direction of Topax) with the intention of sinking its fangs into the creature once more.
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Notorious B.I.G.

It wasn’t the wetness nor even the dripping slivers of flesh that alerted Mercy to the fact that her entre upper torso was smushed against zombie remains – no it was the smell. The repulsively pungent odour of rot at decay. Apparently her dog had the same idea. "Freki…" Mercy began only to face an explosion of vomitus.

Thankfully, the heaving motion provided enough warning for Mercy to avoid the worst of the sick, as she scrambled back. Only her legs and boots were covered in the regurgitated remains of Freki’s breakfast.

"Oh, Odin…" She began, disgust contorting her youthful visage. Then, her heart felt tight against her chest. "Freki you poor thing!!!" The teenager cried, leaping to her feet to begin stroking her dog’s back.

"You must be ill! That shitbrain was no doubt full of diseases." She reasoned, forgoing the obvious fact that it was simply disgusting. "Come now. Let's go home and get Berry to take a look at you. Poor thing!"

It was a shame too. Since Mercy had been willing to fight more zombies. Oh well, that can wait for another day.

Ivory Volkov

The clone's bafflement was contagious. Soon, Mercy was utterly confused as well, her enthusiasm decline just a smidge. There were so many clones in this building that it made the teenager's head spin trying to keep track of it all. And what's with the creepy ass smiles? Were they some sort of brainwashed zombie things? Maybe the mask was a uniform of sorts. For the servants maybe.

Her head whipped back and forth as she attempted to follow the mess of conversations until the nearest clone addressed her directly.

"Erm, well…" Mercy scratched her head, her bravado slipping for a moment. "I wanna challenge your master to a fight!" Recalling her original purpose made her excited again.

"A little birdie told me that he's a newbie! I wanna see what he's made out of!" She chirped eagerly, slamming her fist into a palm for emphasis.

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