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She looked more like an enterprising young woman preparing for a night on the town, and less like a representative on a council of monsters.
<span class="mu-s">“Ugh! Delphyne, would you please put the phone away, just this once?”</span> Young said, moving to take her place beside her at the end of the table.
Several of the snakes on her head swiveled to look at Young, while the rest were looking around the table, and at the three of you still standing before the council.
<span class="mu-g">“I'm looking, I'm looking.”</span> Delphyne insisted, sounding like a petulant teen.
For a brief moment, her real eyes flicked up to meet yours, and you froze, remembering all those stories about Gorgons turning people to stone.
But, rather than give her the reaction that she was looking for, you winked at her.
Several more of Delphyne's snakes swiveled over to stare at you, and the woman's attention left her phone completely for the first time since you entered the room.
Ana looked put off by Delphyne's behavior as well, and she made no effort to hide it.
<span class="mu-s">“Everyone, this is Cindy Moon. My granddaughter, and the supposed ‘Slayer’ that you've all been crying about.”</span> Young announced.
<span class="mu-s">“Hey, guys. Sorry for being late. The zombie traffic was insane, and we had to make a detour because of a giant sandworm blocking the road.”</span> you said.
<span class="mu-r">“Do you hear that, Garth? I'm not the only one complaining about your mindless minions blocking our path.”</span> the Nosferatu man complained.
This earned him a noncommittal groan from the Zombie Prince.
<span class="mu-g">“Oh, here we go…”</span> Delphyne sighed, returning her attention to her phone.
It looked like an argument was about to break out, when everyone turned their attention to the man kneeling beside you.
Ben was in the middle of sculpting a chair out of webbing for you when he paused to address the stares that he was getting.
<span class="mu-r">“What? No one offered us chairs, so I'm making some new ones.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“How are you doing that?”</span> the Nosferatu man asked, leaning his head to the side to get a better look.
<span class="mu-r">“Fascinating. It is as they say…”</span> breathed the female Nosferatu, her voice frail and slight. <span class="mu-r">“He weaves webs like a spider.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I can also juggle while riding a unicycle.”</span> Ben claimed.
<span class="mu-g">“Now this I have to see.”</span> Delphyne said with an amused grin, clearly happy with anything that could alleviate her boredom.
Before Ben could answer, a pair of doors in the back of the room swung open, revealing a massive, green, well-muscled behemoth of a man wearing armor that wouldn't look too out of place on a gladiator. The guy was almost as wide as you were tall!
He took one long look around the room, before settling his gaze on you. You couldn't see his eyes through the holes in his helmet, or the tangled mess of black hair that was hanging out of it, but you tried your best.
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