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Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Turma laughed and clapped gleefully as her subjects put on a show for her. Hundreds of roaches weaved patterns in the air like synchronized dancers, trailing streamers made of shoe laces and other garbage behind them. For her part, Turma sat on top of a throne made of old tires. Manta Carlos was a very clean city, but it still had its places for her and her subjects. This was one of them; some hidden lot in a bad part of town. She didn't mind. There was this handsome man named Switchblade that she liked to watch when he went out to sell his strange white powder.
There was a rhythmic click click click of heels approaching. Turma turned and looked, her eyes blinking curiously out of sync with one another. She noticed the lavender hair first. Then the bright blue eyes. What a pretty lady. "Hi~!"
Anastasia looked this girl over, mostly certain in herself. She had an army of roaches flying circles around her. But more obviously, she had a gigantic roach growing out of her back. This was one of Nasci's brats, she was sure of it. The edges of her lips curled upward into the most pleasant smile that she could manage. Crouching down, making sure that her dress didn't ride up anywhere in the process, she gave Turma a little wave. "Hello there, sweetie. My name is Ana. What's yours?"
Turma smiled right back at Ana and held up her 'scepter,' a school bus yellow miniature golf putter she had found in the trash. "I'm Queen Turma, Lady of Roaches!" She was so proud of this fact. Her subjects hissed a kind of insectile fanfare in response.
Turma. What a name. What a title. What a filthy little brat. But Ana kept her smile up, shutting her eyes in that way that seemed almost motherly. She flourished her hand a little, bowing her head to the girl. "My my, that certainly is a title. I had no idea I was in the presence of royalty."
She paused, as if considering something. "Would you like something you eat, my liege? I have some extra meat I just can't finish."
"Oh yes, please! I mean..." Turma adjusted her blouse and tried to look all regal. "That will be fine. Thank you, Ana of... uh...""Thiema. Anastasia Thiema." Ana pulled out a paper bundle. Long silver hair, a pair of jewel-like red eyes, and some bits of flesh with dark caramel skin. She handed the bundle over to Turma, who began to devour it ravenously. So long, Argenta. At least you were useful for once.
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