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Ember: Yeah, break their bones. They have 206 of those.

      “Witches? What, are you like really-really into Halloween or something?” Well, wasn’t this chick just full of herself. But Ember found herself laying a finger upon her lips, the other resting upon her hip. She watched the lightshow flash from the other, then taking a few steps forward past Icy to get a better look at exactly what she had done. This earned Icy a raised eyebrow in interest, nodding her head with pursed lips in approval. It was certainly been a while since she’d seen any ghost pull such a stunt. Dead or not, Ember could definitely use someone like her to aid in her domination plans.        “Revo-LUtion!” Ember replied, taking her guitar in one hand, and stretching both arms out wide, as if to signify that this was somehow already her territory. It wasn’t as if she’d go into depth about how her first attempt had been stopped and crushed like her original dreams; this was a new place, and Icy clearly had no idea of who she was, either. This made Ember a little sad, that her name had already been forgotten so easily. But, she was ready to make it a household name again, and Danny was nowhere near to stop either of them.        “Care to enlighen me on what I’m getting in the way of, then?”

      Absolutely dumbfounded. Did the walking sponge just....talk? And  g r e e t  her, too?       “Uh...hello...” Was this some sort of weird prank? Some other ghosts’ powers coming into fruition? If it was, that ghost in particular definitely had the most stupid abilities yet. If it wasn’t, then she definitely didn’t know what to think. It was a kind of weird clarity though, putting her own rage and thoughts of domination on hold, in favour of a childlike curiosity. “Are you, like...lost or something? Or not real either?”

       ​“You ever just look at your life and see what a screw-up you are? I mean, come on; you needed  m y  help to finally tell that little wannabe how you felt about her! So tragic, maybe you should just give up.”

     “Just a sec!”        Ember sat cross-legged, her back facing Shego. Her shoulders moved as her hands worked, making sure the other couldn’t see what she was doing. She had asked Shego to meet her, only to find that she hadn’t completely finished the surprise that she’d been making. Despite being a thing for a little while, she knew that Shego wouldn’t want to be kept waiting for too long. With pursed lips formed into a tight half-smile, Ember scooted herself around to reveal a hastily done, poorly-made flower crown, made from various wildflowers she’d found, many of which were daisies and dandelions. “Uh...yeah, I wanted to give you this...”A light blush of green crossed Ember’s cheeks, as she gently reached forward to put the crown atop Shego’s head.

       “Uhh...What?”        She'd crouched down, resting upon the balls of her feet, a finger outstretched to poke at the walking sponge. Or is that what this thing was? It certainly looked like a walking dish sponge. If it in fact was, she’d most d e f i n i t e l y seen it all now. It was tempting, though, to rip a chunk of it off to see if it would actually clean anything, but, for now, Ember just kinda wanted to...poke the sponge.

        “Are you  d e n s e?” Who was she kidding, of corse he was! Or he would’ve understood just how utterly stupid his reasoning was. Did she always have to spell things out for the blasted halfa? “You can LITERALLY recharge in your own stupid world! You have no reason to be here, other than giving us even  m o r e  reasons to take you out of the picture!” Oh, and whip her hair did, glaring daggers. “You ARE the mess!” Her hands clenching into fists; she knew she certainly didn’t want to see him in her time off, so therefore, in her mind, no one else did, either.

       D o n ’ t  insult me. He lost his chance.(she’d never admit that it’d become a cycle of off-again and on-again flings)