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…She essentially was that very same thing, she realized. Instead of processing the humiliation in a healthy manner, Raynare turned her angered eyes to the small Fallen.
"Oh, I'm sorry for boring you, it's just that I want my plan to go swimmingly with no outside factors barging in. I know being a useless slob who leaves things to wild luck is part of your nature, but it's not mine, so perhaps you should stay quiet while I await the reports of the team I sent."
Mittelt just shrugged uncaringly, drawing more of Raynare's ire. Truth be told, ever since earlier in the day she came back without killing the damned hobo, she felt the respect of her team… lessen.
No, no, she must've been imagining things.
Of course they still respected her, the cold and calculating Fallen that gathered all these exorcists and Fallen for the sake of her great plan, serving only herself.
Perfectly selfish and yet commanding.
Just because she showed a more irate side of herself today didn't mean that they respected her any less.
She was completely fine. She was in control.
…Those fucking exorcists better call her back with a picture of that hobo's dead body or she was going to start killing shit.
She glared down at her phone. Just the fact that she needed the human invention to coordinate with the stray exorcists left a bad taste in her mouth, but the practicality of the small device was undeniable.
Just as Mittelt began leaving the room and most of the Fallen gathered thought of doing the same, the accursed cellular device finally rang, a shitty MIDI version of Mozart's Symphony No° 40 breaking the tense silence.
Raynare's face lit up in sadistic glee. That fucker was finally dead!
She took her time answering, silently reveling on having the stupid human who not only content with touching her, dared to humiliate her and call her horrible names in front of a multitude of worthless humans.
A HOMELESS HUMAN, calling HER, a PERFECT FALLEN ANGEL, a FUCKING FLOOZY.
The Nokia's shitty rendition of Mozart kept ringing out while Raynare stewed in her own victory. After a few more moments of actual peace within her, she answered the phone.
"So?" was her only query, because why would she need to trade any more words with those bumbling exorcists.
Yes, she was still at the end of the day a ruthless leader, and thus she awaited the answer of her team of executioners.
Silence was her answer.
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Raynare frowned, unamused.
"So!?"
"So what?"
Christ Almighty, these exorcists were actually mentally impaired. Raynare snarled.
"The homeless human! Is he dead!?"
Silence again. Before Raynare could begin cursing the exorcist's bloodlines, a laugh could be heard from the other side of the line. A really mocking, really irritating laugh.
"OOOH MAN! No fucking way! You're that feathery angel bitch from the park, right!? AHAHAHA!"
Raynare's face fell, actual genuine shock twisting her features. She dared a glance back to the rest of her team, who were also staring in mute shock at her.
They could clearly hear every single cackle and mockery from the call.
As the laughter continued, Raynare reined her shock back, replacing it with the oh-so-easy to use anger.
"You worthless fuck! What did you do!?"
"Huh? You're asking me!? HAHAHA! Little angel bitch sent a twelve team of bumbling shitheads to kill poor little old me and now she wants answers? HAHAHAHA!"
This scenario was so stupid that Raynare couldn't even form a response, simply staring in enraged shock at a wall.
Raynare, definitely, for the first time in centuries felt actual rage bubbling in her veins.
"Ah, don't worry, though. I feel pity—yes, actual honest-to-god PITY—for the likes of you, so I'll tell you! The 12 fucks you sent to me are now currently super, super, super dead. In fact, I'll send you a picture later!"
The leader of the Fallen in Kuoh clenched her fist painfully, hard enough that her long nails pierced her skin, small trickles of blood falling from it.
Pity? Pity!? PITY!? PITY FROM A FILTHY HOMELESS FUCK!? HOW FUCKING DARE HE!?
"Oh man," continued the homeless man, out of breath from laughter, ignorant and uncaring of the ripples in time he was creating.
"This shit's so fucking funny. All the might of an actual angel from Heaven, yet outsmarted by a hobo. I'd kill myself if I were you."
He continued, not letting her get a single word in.
"I mean, I had to kill a Stray and also ONE single exorcist the other day, and yet somehow YOUR call, YOUR hit with 12 entire exorcists was the easiest of them all! That's so fucking funny!"
The Nokia began trembling and shaking, the hand holding it crushing it slowly.
"I will make you PAY for those FUCKING WORDS!"
Raynare meant it. She'd make the human pay for daring to pretend he was equal to the likes of her.
The SHITSTAIN on the other side of the line hummed.
"I don't know, considering your track record, I'm kind of… not intimidated at all? If a fucking poodletold you it'd get revenge for its people you wouldn't take it seriously, would you?"
Raynare froze.
"Yeah, that's what you are to me," he continued, unaware he was saying words that would haunt him for a very, very long time.
His only focus was to cause as much damage to her as possible.
"A poodle. A small, loud, obnoxious but ultimately harmless poodle."
Those words were the breaking point for Raynare.
With a yell full of fury and hate, she threw the Nokia to the ground (which still remained operational, God bless Finnish engineering) and proceeded to punch the wall, breaking it apart entirely (to the shock of a group of wandering exorcists nearby).
Raynare turned to the rest of the Fallen, who were now staring at her in actual concern.
"I'm going to kill him," stated Raynare simply.
Kalawarner frowned. "Raynare, he was going to Kyoto, and you still need to-"
"I don't care," she said, eerily calm. "I'm going to kill him. One of you fuckers can go kill the stupid boy with the Sacred Gear."
Dohnaseek glared at her.
"This entire plan—YOUR plan—hinges on you getting the nun's Sacred Gear. You need to stay here."
"It's still two weeks until the whore nun arrives. I have more than enough time to take care of the homeless FUCK."
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