-No Sells their creepiness, being creepy herself- Call me Marceline...
-watches Hansel and Gretel-
Zzzzzzzz....
Vote. .#Bayonetta 4 SmashOkay, you know how I said I'd stop bringing home strays?
-Explains to Tifa and Dante about Sora and his Ascension and the chip in his neck and visitation rights for the Midgar Area and Azathoth-
-Has met the twins before and is used to them-
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MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-plays around with her bass-
-watches-
Zzzzzzz.....
-Balalaika walks in 4 or 5 guards- Bad person you say?
Vote. .#Bayonetta 4 SmashAnd what exactly constitutes bad? I fight in the Navy, but I don't think of my enemy as bad people. I still have to kill them out of Duty, but they're not bad.
But I have nothing against your little mission! And it's Sir Norman, I am a member of the Gentry you know.
"You'd never do something as irrational as dying."(both of them ignore Norman when they see Balalaika)
Look, fratele meu, it's her. She was looking for us.
Thank you for making our work easier, Miss. We promise to be quick.
(the very half a second after those words, the blanket comes off, revealing one Browning Automatic Rifle which Gretel quickly aims at Balalaika and her men. Hansel, in the meantime, draws two revolvers)
Cloud the Rescuer... Go?
-the guards immediately aim their assault rifles at Hansel and Gretel- You wouldn't want to do that....
-peers over-
-watches-
Vote. .#Bayonetta 4 SmashIf we lower the guns, we will get killed, Mr. Strife.
And we cannot be killed. We're immortal.
We killed so many before. We'll never die.
We can kill or be killed.
(their guns froze under Blizzaga though, causing them to express brief surprise) Oh...?
Looks like we cannot use those anymore, fratele meu.
It would appear so, sora mea.
-the guards throw away the frozen guns- Hmph....
-has his own rifle ready to draw- ....
-wakes up-
Vote. .#Bayonetta 4 Smash

Just tell me.
"All worlds begin in darkness and all so end. The heart is no different."-Ansem