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She was wearing her more christian and holy attire for this mission as she had finished her own holy errands. She would change to her normal wizardly robes, but she was admittedly a smidge lazy.
She calls out, "Hello~! Is anyone here?"

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She looks at Princess up and down before telling her...

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"That's........"

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"Just call me Sheila, sweetie. Sheila rings the best. ;D"

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Beeatrix makes note of this as she tells Princess, "I thought it silly for me to ask as well, but I just wanted to make sure. Such a vague name left me unable to actually mail my thanks over so I had to come in person to say it!"

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She was problematic, and if she kept going in this direction, she could ruin parts of the story.
The Poetnix would have to counteract this. He picked up a pen, and prepared to clash with the logic of the being that dwelled within "The Notail".

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She feels like she is missing something here.

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Beeatrix asks The Notail, "Are you talking about me?"

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But Craftsman, who was in Princess' mind, thought of something in the middle of this all. "I can leave this." God was in these lands, he could not deny. All he would have to do was call out to god, and surely he would split him and Princess apart!

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If he did that, it would be easier to remind Princess of who she was. To bring her back into reality.
So suddenly, Craftman moved the body away from the god machine. Surely the god could be found somewhere near Longfur's home.

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She eventually asks again with concern in her voice, "Are you ok? You can sit down if you want. I could make us some honey tea maybee."

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"...Tea...Huh...? ;D"

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Craftsman couldn't have tea! He knew this! His soul and Princess' soul would fuse if he did not separate from her!
It is then that Craftsman decided to leave the area. This wasn't for him, he did not care. This was for Princess. His love. His other half.

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Craftsman pulls a gun.
"And I've learned there's only one way to solve this type of situation. ;D"

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"I don't know what I'm doing...."

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IT IS IN THIS MOMENT, THAT CRAFTSMAN, REFUSED TO SHOOT THE GUN.

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She gulps and tells The Notail, "Just put away the gun..."

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"Never expected I'd be the one doing this. Hohoho... Say to Vodka that I'm sorry, ok? She's my kid, the small notail in pink."

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CRAFTSMAN PUTS THE GUN DOWN.

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FINE! Have it your way. I will not let you kill her. That is not what I wanted.
Princess, with the barrel of the gun against her head, panicked. She remembered she was no simple shopkeeper. She remembered the incident. She remembered her co-workers, she remembered her child, and most of all she remembered the two that she loved, O-5 and Craftsman.
She had been freed from the hold by the Limbo god.
How smart Craftsman was. Princess and him, were worth more to the Limbo god alive than dead.
Princess knew, that this meant one day soon, she and Craftsman's soul would fuse. They would be unseperatable from each other, even in death. They would become a new person, instead of two separate ones.

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"Holy fuck, thanks. I nearly got anomalized by a fucking limbo god for the second time this life. :)))))))"

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Beeatrix asks, "What happened and why did you do that? That was crazy!"

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"Don't worry, little Beeatrix. I, as a artist, still intend to make my craft for many years to come. ;D"

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She gives a cute huff before brightening up her expression, "The plan C is shooting yourself. That does not build confidence."

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Beeatrix fakes a shudder.

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"...This isn't... Good, is it? ;D"

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