Today was a Saturday, a day where Shinji usually spent his time taking breaks, cleaning his room, spending time with Castoria (she needed more help with her nervousness), fixing his weapons, spending time with Sakura, meditating in front of the statue of the Emperor, making fun of Rin's flat chest...
But this all shattered once he saw the panic (and the laughter) spreading in the live chat. Okay, now what happened here...
Tuning in, he saw several bullets coming, some gloating, some curious. But most came from little March 7th, who seemed to act like a chicken that has lost its head.
[MarchCamera: AAAARGGGHHH! Lord Shinji, anyone, can someone please help me! Look at what happened to poor little Hook! Mole_With_Hook's_Body_Chewing_On_Carrot.JPG
[GoGoZeppeli: AHAHAHAHAH! What happened here?]
[DQBelserion: Laugh at others' misfortune, and I'll chop that dick of your, Caesar...]
[CuteKitty: Wait, what did you say it was again? I think I know what it might be...]
[CuteKitty: Ahah! Found it. It's the Reality Stone from the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Whoever holds it can reshape the physical plane to their imagination, including lifeforms as well. Isn't the Stone bound to you, Ms. March?]
[MarchCamera: Yes...?]
[CuteKitty: If so, just take back the stone, and return young Hook to what she was before.]
A couple of seconds ticked by, before a calm and collected March returned to the chat:
[MarchCamera: Thank you @CuteKitty! Hook is back to normal again! Although, I don't think she's all 'normal', let's just say...]
Gazing to the side, Hook is seen fighting Natasha for the Stone, wanting to return back as a mole. "Gimme back! Return me back as the great 'Lord of the Moles'! I shall save all of Belobog, and reign as Guardian Supreme! Gimme back mister shiny...!
Laughing meekly, March returned back to the livestream (as Natasha whacks Hook at the back of her neck, knocking her unconscious...). Turning back to the livestream, March couldn't help but feel depressed once she saw that Stelle was sleeping next to several trash cans, back in the nice apartment that Mr. Shinji had oh-so generously donated to them...
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"Oh , for the love of, WHY!?"
Standing atop the pile of trash that had somehow managed to accrue into a small mountain, Shinji Matou, Master of Caster of Blue, blocked his olfactory, as he dragged the corpses of Mash, Gudako, and a foaming Castoria, outside, where they could resuscitate in the fresh, clean air. "Shinji-san, is it too late to swap Masters?"
Kicking a pair of used socks aside, Morgan begged to change from her unreliable Master. Sighing for what seemed to be the umpteenth time, Shinji told her wearily, "No, a Master can't have more than one Master at a time. And yes, while I can sustain one more, to me, it seems that this youngling needs me more than you. Oh, don't look at me like that. I know that you and she both have some sense of connection. A connection that goes beyond time and space..."
Though she remained Stoic, Morgan, underneath her dress, clenched her hands tighter than ever, to the point of turning pale...
He was more terrifying than she imagined
"Now, let's start our battle, shall we..."