For a moment everything seemed to freeze as the three standing figures looked between each other with a faint but veritable tension in the air.
All the while the bartender began to polish a glass without care for their posturing.
"How did you resist my attack?" That dapper dressed individual asked as the clicking of the clockwork manifested behind them noticeably slowed down. No longer were their arms wide as they instead had them retreat into the pockets of their blazer.
The Nameless True God raised a brow at that question - as if it was a strange one would even ask that due to making no absolutely sense. An innocent grin expertly hiding her malicious nature behind a veneer of cuteness. "I thought you could see through the truth of the world or something pretentious?"
She asked that… But her voice didn't come from the figure in front.
Instead it came from a new depiction of that goddess, who sat idly at the far end of the counter, with a tall glass containing rum & coke. A drink she was clearly enjoying with how she sipped it obnoxiously loud with everyone just staring at her. Her completely soaking up their attention with a visible smugness.
The one that had previously resisted the attack merely waved as reality cracked and she vanished.
This did little to calm down the aggressor who had their brows narrow only for the hand on their shoulder to abruptly tighten.
Tilting their head back to see the nun cum teaching assistant.
"You already lost against her before and I don't think she's gotten any weaker… Probably far stronger." So they said with a smile that felt like it was meant to be consoling but truly just made one want to punch the cocky bastard giving it. Something that was most definitely true for the usually calm half-spirit.
Being confronted by smug prats on either side was not exactly the greatest situation for calming down even if they had a point. Those gear-like filled eyes turning between the two for a moment of consideration on their next move. "I cannot defeat her in straight combat but that is merely one facet of my skill set."
It wasn't a lie; as proven by the half constructed clock face that had manifested itself into existence just behind them. For once the goddess actually seemed mildly cautious (if only barely) as she studied that clock for a solid moment. Tapping her chin before deciding to actually comment on it.
"So you came up with something similar to what that imp tried to do to the entirety of reality but with more hellfire and punishment involved?" Tilting her head cutely to one side as if just a little girl asking what time the post man would come to deliver her letter. Even if each action she took contained a certain level of precision that she couldn't hide; developed over aeons of ruling with an iron paw.
That also caused the bastard to waltz in front of their supposed friend to obnoxiously stand over the psychologist while studying the clock face.
Even humming and hawing.
Having that fake nun block their path was not exactly helping with Camellia's mood which they quickly became vocal about. "Get out my face or we'll see if you can be affected by hellfire."
Seemingly that did little to actually dissuade that nun.
"Ooo~ that is actually rather interesting; since we haven't ever actually attacked each other I have no idea if one judge can use hellfire against another judge~!" Clapping their hands together with a big excited smile at the prospect. A faint glimmer occurred as they flashed their pearly whites.
Although that enthusiasm did not exactly get reflected back as the butterfly was quickly reaching their breaking point. "I swear to all that is unholy I will bore you so much that you will wish you could die you creepy shitty old man. We both know this technique can do it and I don't mind changing my target."
"Darn~ you are a snippity one plus, allow me to say the obvious, this current incarnation is neither old nor that of a man~." Slapping both of her cheeks with a mocking gasp at their comrades' comments.
*BANG*
Finally the half-spirit had reached the end of their tether as they held one of their many flintlock pistols up to the bastard's gut before pulling the trigger.
At the very least the estranged manifestation of a half constructed clock face, behind the well dressed train operator from limbo, had dissipated.
Crimson flames erupted out the nuns lower back on the other side of the shot - the damage clearly being far above what a certain princess' eight-irons could do. Causing the nun to actually stumble backwards with crimson gas escaping from their mouth after a cough. The goddess letting out an over the top gasp at the infighting between them.
Not that she did anything to interrupt this peak cinematic marvel.
She was having too much fun for that.
Camellia didn't seem to care much for their "friend" who found themselves falling against one of the pillars as crimson gas continued to leak from their wound.
Not even bothering to look toward her while pulling glasses back out their pocket as they walked towards the counter. Putting them on as they spoke. "Your judgement doesn't work on me you Barnie wannabe."
"Dick move, I'm mostly blues not purple as well as not being a fucking dinosaur, jehehe~." Still seemingly not that concerned about their wound but more about the comparison to a certain purple mascot.
In response they drew another gun from below their blazer to shoot them in the leg. "Certainly could have fooled me with your barbaric practices that fit your prehistoric age."
"Hello mister kettle jehehe!" Motioning to their wounds as they mocked/laughed.
"So care to share why you two have rudely intruded into my bar after the kids left?" Finally the bartender spoke up again with as much vigor as a dead man. Her disinterest in their nonsense could not be more apparent to all of those there.
The well dressed, gender ambiguous, figure just waltzed up to the counter where they would sit down while returning the still smoking flintlock to rest beside their others. Giving a glance to the nun who didn't seem to have much in the way of regeneration while they replied. "We would like to offer an arrangement."
The bar owner did raise the brow of their visible slightly; mind you it was such a faint action that many would likely fail to realise.
"And what could that be about?" Ignoring the loud slurping to her right.
"We both wouldn't want that sweet little violet eyed girly to grab that legendary wish granting relic so why do we not rub shoulders to ensure that doesn't happen~?" The nun hobbled over to the counter with crimson gas still escaping from her two wounds. Otherwise seeming completely unbothered by everything.
That blue haired woman took a moment to study the injury of their abdomen before speaking. "Not going to do anything about that?"
"Eh~ nothing a bit of spit & time can't fix~♪" Shrugging it off as they leaned on the counter.
At least that was the case before some water splashed her in the face causing her to put too much weight on her injured leg thus collapsing. Nearly taking Camellia out with them as the usually suave god was forced to jump back quite disgracefully. Much to the amusement of the goddess who caused it.
Promptly flicking her wrist as she strolled toward the others - calling that water back towards the gourd on her waist before putting in a cork. She asked her own questions as she took the seat she had forced to be vacated mere moments earlier. "So why would we do that; we all know what happened last time someone agreed to help you complete one of your plans and she didn't take it too well~."
"What if I pinkie promise that I'll be real good this time~?" That giant woman looking up at the midget with her back against the counter and arms behind her back.
Taking everything in stride.
"Yea… No." Smile vanished from the nameless gods face as she looked down on the injured individual with a coldness that caused ice to form atop her own beverage. "We both know you are planning something which usually doesn't go very well for those you work with, you bastard."
Shrugging as they suddenly stood up as if they weren't injured in the first place while the half-spirit came to stand behind her. "Sometimes you just can't make someone believe in your good intentions and that is quite alright with me but do remember… I'll be back; I always come back~♪"
Beginning to walk out the room.
At least until the door swung open nailing her in the nose with seemingly nobody being on the other side of the door; neither of those in the bar speaking up about it until they left.
"Was the door really necessary?" So asked the owner only to receive a shrug from the goddess who was now sipping her sufficiently cooled drink with a big smile. "Emotionally it did wonders for my mental care so I would say so."
The blue haired woman merely nodded before continuing. "They are totally going to be back again so make sure not to let your guard down. As invincible as you seem, everyone has a weakness and yours is definitely your shitty personality, it would be a shame to have to clean up after you."
"Then it would just be like old times~!" Proudly announced the goddess who threw her arms out in congratulations while her fellow could only let out a long sigh filled mumble. "Yet you were far less trouble than the current brat in charge is…"
Looking up to the sky as if it could offer some sort of escape from the stupidity she is unfortunately surrounded by day to day.