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The demon looked upon the base surrounding the elevator that went down to the sixth layer of the abyss, he honestly didn't want to go ask the inhabitants to use it but he didn't want to swim either. After some time Rex let out a sigh. “Rather be stabbed than be fish food.“ The demon mumbled before making his way closer to the base.

It didn't take him long to get too the massive door of the base and even less time tell he started banging on the door with thunderous force. ‘Maybe no ones home?’ He thought waiting to see if someone would actually open the doors.

“I hope this does not come off as too pressing, but taking into the fact that your daughter cannot come up to the store... Mind taking a few pouches of this candy down with you?”

It did take a bit of poking around, but she remembered that there are types of candy the military considered battlefield ready that could be also considered relatively safe for delving.

In this case, they contained Milk Chocolate M&Ms. 

@zemirint: LOL Thanks so much! *is blessed* <3

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Through the gloom and vapor of an underground sea, a lumbering figure appeared, a silhouette of black more akin to a boulder than human, trudging steadily through plains of barren rock. On its back was a stuffed pack and the distinct shape of a barrel, its bulk rivaling that of its carrier. The hem of dark robes fluttered to the breeze of its long, heavy strides, each step a thud stirring a cloud of sand. A wide-rimmed hat obscured its face from view. Armored forearms peeked from the folds of its cloak, long, gloved digits curled around the straps of its cargo.

Ozen the Immovable walked alone. She traveled for Idofront, where the sovereignty of another ruled.

Bondrewd the Novel, the Lord of Dawn - a name Orth had not known until his unannounced emergence as a White Whistle. Ozen was in the middle of a mission when it happened, and once she returned, a bag of loot in tow, the whole city was buzzing with rumour and speculation. Not one to ever care about such things, she kept to herself. The lack of information on this man was curious, but White Whistles were private creatures. Ozen saw no reason to seek the man out for no justifiable reason.

Lyza alone was a handful enough. She didn’t need any more White Whistles in her life.

However, when the open invitation to visit Idofront became widespread news, Ozen once again found her intrigue piqued. Her perfect excuse came with a request from the Delvers Association: scope out the man and his operation. She was their best candidate. She was undeniably mighty, but her temper wasn’t run on a short fuse like Lyza. Ironically, she was also the most social compared to Srajo and Wakuna. Thus, they asked for her aid, and who was she to refuse an executive order when it suited her interest?

Stopping at the top of a hill, Ozen surveyed the Forward Operating Base. What a peculiar sight. Even within the Netherworld, it was singular, a wash of light illuminating the otherwise dull and dreary Sea of Corpses. There was no doubt in her mind that Bondrewd has already spotted her. She expected to be seen, making no effort to hide her approach. Stealth has never been her forte. However, for one holding within her the strength of one-hundred-and-twenty-thousand men, the Unmovable Lord had no reason for tricks.

“Of course, you’re cute, rather adorable actually.”

.ooc.

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I found a verse name at last for the AU where Dio is trying to marry Ozen!

verse:courtshipfromthedevil

Ozen’s team of subterranean bandits didn’t often venture beyond the third layer. However, due to extraordinary circumstances, they arrived at Idofront with a crate of various relics collected from auctions throughout the past fifty years, as well as a small, plain envelope, absent of address. The bandits did not stay long. They rested their feet and had a sip of water before departing once more, leaving their cargo.

Inside the envelope was a letter.

‘To the Lord of Dawn,’ it read in a scrawling hand,

'Given the uselessness of my apprentice in the realm of combat, I’ve decided to lend him to you in hopes you’d present upon him another path on which he may find better hope for worth. He’s a nervous little thing, too lanky for any heavy lifting. However, he has a good head on his brittle, skinny neck, and an observant gaze in those big, orb eyes of his. You may find him a delight to patter around your halls. However, should you think him too stupid to deserve your attention, you can always designate him as a caretaker of your base. He is good at cooking and cleaning, as well as running administrative tasks.

‘You may use him for paperwork. I only ask that you keep him far from your labs.

‘With esteem for you and yours,

‘Unmovable Lord.

‘PS: His name is Maruruk. He is a Blue Whistle. Thus, I must request that you send one of yours to accompany him on his descent, as he will undoubtedly suffer a quick demise should he make the dive himself.