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Hel is outside with her sewing. She's rather glad that the jungle is gone. It blocked a lot of her view of the grounds and something about it just wasn't right. Not really. She's hard to miss, being roughly the same scale Optimus Prime is when he's at home, and her hair glistens in the light all the way from her head to where the braids coil on the ground.

((Xigbar))

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[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

Cerberus ducks his heads in response.

As you say l-

No titles!

Hearing dieties admit to not knowing things is unsettling. Best to drop it. But he will be taking a keener interest in these odd scraps with the eye trails on them. Oh, yes.

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel is too damn old to deal with bullshit about titles and the like. "Go if you wish to, Cerberus, and enjoy this place."

[tricaputus.livejournal.com]

The hellhound rises, preparing to do as instructed. This place is confusing. But there are some things that are enjoyable. Laying by the hearth is a welcome change. It's very warm.

...Thank you.

She has given him something to think on. And then he's gone, heads and tail kept carefully low, trotting towards the bar proper.