An Average Weekend At the Hag's Hex

The Hag's Hex

Luckuv and Vera were tense. Amare, Axel, and Hilda had just gone off to scout out an attack route against a rival guild. The two were concerned about something, nay someone else. They were looking towards the door expecting something dreadful, like meerkats watching out of burrow waiting for a jackal that they knew would come. Instead of a jackal however, they got a cheetah.

"VERAA YOU BI-WOAAAH"

CRASH

As if completely expected, a dark-skinned, nearly naked, muscular woman with multi-colored hair had burst through the front door and had crashed face-fist into a roulette table and then into the ground. It appeared the woman was using an extremely advanced form of Animal Soul Take Over: Cheetah. The woman had cat ears moving about on her head, a long spotted tail that wiggled worm, even more muscles on her legs than usual, and strangest thing of all: A wispy ring of black clouds that floated around her neck and coalesced around her arms. She had taken this form as it embodied the word "fast" in her mind, using this form to run away from her notoriously speedy guildmate. Who was that you may ask?

CRASH

This crash wasn't expected however, so the Hag's Hex Guild abandoned their planned routine of ignoring their "invader" and went to the scene to see what , or more accurately ,who had just crashed into the Nameless woman. Surprisingly the first one one the scene was Marak, and he also apparently knew the one who had just "arrived". Though once he saw the unfortunate (or as some would call extremely fortunate) position the newcomer was in he commented,

"Huh, didn't knows yous were an arse man Lorus."

The now named Lorus was a young man in a quite nice black vest, boots and pants with a flowing robe. Though the young man's usually handsome face and gleaming purple eyes were smothered by something. Two quite muscular yet somehow not as firm as you think somethings. Lorus immediately pushed away from his guildmate, his cheeks blustering a silver hue. Though it was not to be. as he went out of the frying pan,

boing

"Sorry Ms.Escher!"

Into the fire. Lorus mentally (and later physically) noted that he was quite thankful for his control over the circulation of his mercurial blood, lest he be far more embarrassed at this moment than he already was. Luckuv and Vera shared a small fist-bump over manipulating the young amnesiac's fate. Though Vera was surprised that Marak wasn't greeting Lorus in his usually enthusiastic fashion of a bearhug. Though when she found out why, she grew quite the devious Cheshire grin across her face.

Marak was holding a little girl with black hair up by her shirt, while a singular butterfly was buzzing around trying to attack the large man. It wasn't effective.

"PUT ME DOWN YOU DRUNKEN OAF!"

"OI Boss, I thinks dis little' girl needs her parents."

Vera and Luckuv sent a knowing smirk towards each other, then towards Lorus and the Nameless Woman. Then back to the little girl and Marak.

The little girl's eyes face was completely distraught. It was if the girl knew what the two in front of them were planning and said a silent yet very much heard by Vera and Luckuv, "you wouldn't dare." They sent a look back and snickered. Oh yes they would. Vera said oh so innocently,

"I think the girl's parents are right there Marak!" as Luckuv pointed towards the Nameless Woman and Lorus.

To any rational person, obviously the young Mory Pose looks absolutely nothing like Lorus nor the Nameless Woman when compared to one another. Marak however, was not a rational person. In his mind his trusted Boss had absolutely no reason to lie to him about this fact. Plus Lorus had black hair, and the girl had black hair, clearly they must be related somehow! Mory Pose wasn't exactly enthused about this situation.

"YOU WORTHLESS CHOCALATE MILK FLAVORED BREEDING SOW!"

Though Marak decided to give "Lorus' Kid" a little flick on the head which surprisingly didn't cave her now very fragile skull in.

"Where did you learn those words lil' un? Ya know I've probably bashed some skulls in for callin' the boss less than that roight?"

That shut her up. Mory Pose had just realized she was currently being held by someone that -even compared to her guildmates- Mitra classified as, "mentally and emotionally unstable". Luckily this person had just made their way to the two powerhouses of her guild. Surely they could get her out of this situation right?

Marak then elbowed Lorus in the shoulder while nodding his eyebrows and said something that confused the young man even further than his currently disoriented mental state,

"Oi, didn't know yous had 'dis kinda game eh, Lorus?"

Lorus then looked at his Guildmaster who was in a full cold sweat and quietly asking "help me".

"Umm...Marak, why do you have my Guildmaster in your hand?"

Marak had never seen Mory before, and certainly couldn't comprehend that she was under a curse right now, let alone that she was the Guildmaster of both Lorus and the Nameless Woman. So he came up with an explanation. That Lorus was just spoiling his daughter, much like how he saw Alaric call Ibuki Princess, there was no way this little girl was actually his Guildmaster.

"Guildmaster, eh?.....ah roight gotta spoil the lil' uns."

Clearly even more confused, he asked his admittedly dull friend for clarification as he often had to.

"What do you mean by "the lil' un's?""

"Well, shes yous' and No Names lil' girl roight"

"Yea-"

.........

..........

Lorus.exe has stopped working.

Lorus proceeded to then completely lose all motor control and passed out straight onto his back. Mory was now thrashing in Marak's hand, now absolutely horrified of the possibility that this drunken buffoon could rid her of any hope of her guild's aces saving her through pure stupidity.
Vera and Luckuv were laughing like they had never laughed before. They were of course recording all these shenanigans with Recording Lacrima to show the others when they got back. Mory was now pleading and crying that Nameless could possibly resolve this situation. Though with every second that passed she was regretting putting whatever shreds now remained of her reputation and dignity in the hands of another brute.

"Oi, No Name, whys' ya got cat ears!?"

"I though it would make me faster to be a cheetah, so I did. Pretty cool huh!"

"Hmmm...sound logicks indeed."

"Oh by the way I heard that you think that's my kid, she isn't."

"But The Boss tolds me she wuz."

"Well do you think I would let my kid be as weak as that little twerp in your hand?"

Mory could've sworn that an invicible arrow shot through her body at that moment, but she stayed silent and persevered, hoping that the sheer stupidity would cancel out.

"But she looks just like youz and Lorus!"

As it turns out, even the Nameless Woman could not conquer Marak's intoxication-undiced stupididty. So she decided to just use her enhanced speed to take Mory away from Marak. Ever so unluckily though she again fell straight on her face (I wonder who could've caused that one). In full view of her Guildmaster. Said Guildmaster was about to give up on everything and live like a hermit for the rest of her life until,

hsssssss

Her Savior had arrived! Layla had caught up to them! Marak promptly dropped Mory on the ground without ceremony upon seeing Layla. Marak then decided that being angry over her wasn't worth it. So when a snake came to pick up Lorus and Mory he didn't bat an eye. Mory was crying tears or joy that this torture was finally over! The Nameless Woman however looked dissatisfied as if she still had a grudge to take care of, but she was too exhausted by the nights events and honestly just wanted to go home. She wanted to race Lorus there with her Animal Soul Take Over: Cheetah but oh well, she'll get the opportunity later.