"Excuse me?! Who the HELL do you think you - "
But Vengeance was already gone.
" - are."
Eudial just stared after the Prof. in disbelief. She was now saddled with the responsibility... of taking care of a hat. A hat! And Vengeance, powerful as he was, would curdle her like fresh milk upon... upon the slightest nick in it.
Well, that boosted her confidence... not.
Eudial gazed at everyone else in amazement, but she could tell from their faces: better you than me. She wondered if the Prof. had purposely done this because of her earlier cowardice. An extreme longing to rip the hat into microscopic shreds pounded through her, and her hands trembled in boiling anger. What she would give to see the look on his face if she went through with her urge... !!!
...but no. A modicum of calm was passing through her, and she stopped shaking. No, blind rage wasn't the way to go here. Now wasn't the time for petty squabbles. The situation was too serious for that, and called for professionalism, even with all these freaks and yahoos around. And then an even better idea came to her mind; a devilish grin crept onto her face. Instead of tearing the Prof.'s headwear into subatomic particles, or scalding it into ash, she merely tipped it on her own head and put a hand to her hip, smirking.
"Not my usual choice for a hat, but it'll do," remarked Eudial. "Now, our next course of action..." She cast a withering look at Vortigon, still smirking.







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