Entry 02 - Protecting her territory. [Securely locked to Mad March]

[hrtlssguardian]

Newcomer, I wish to speak to you now -- and by now I mean literally now. Make me wait and I will not hesitate to hunt you down, and blow off that little ceramic jar you call a head.

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[cookiejarkiller]

The hell do you want bitch?

[hrtlssguardian]

First, I want to make something very clear. Greggory Sanders is my plaything. As such, I have a few rules for you to follow

[Not the friendliest killer]

[cookiejarkiller]

...you are out of your damn mind and that's coming from me.

Dumbass just got in my way, I have no interest in him unless I'm getting paid.

You ain't paying me so you ain't my boss. Piss off.

[Not the friendliest killer, meet an absolute monster]

[hrtlssguardian]

[Cue the six different live thermal imaging video feeds opening up and showing Mad March from six different points of view, two of them apparently belonging to Alyssa and her partner.]

You are far from being the biggest fish here in the Digital World. You attacked my plaything without my permission, and you are currently alive now only by my good will alone. Since you are refusing to follow my other three rules, I will make a simpler one for you:

If the dumbass ever crosses paths with you again, you will stay clear of him, Understood?

If I hear anything other then a "Yes ma'am" out of you, there will be sixteen missiles screaming towards that fragile head of yours.

...And all the king's horses, and all the king's men will never be able to put your head back together again.

(OOC: Music not there, just added for dramatic effect.)

[cookiejarkiller]

Great someone gave the goddamn queen of hearts missiles.

Listen cupcake. I didn't know you cared about the mook, and even if I did? I would have done it anyway because he got in my way. You got a problem with that take it up with your toy instead of coming to me like a jilted fucking lover. Jealousy don't belong in this business.

He gets in my way again he's getting more of the same, I won't go lookin' for him unless I'm paid. Take it or leave it.

[hrtlssguardian]

Wrong answer.

Wrong answer! Wrong answer! [Commandramon bursts into unhinged laughter] Lets frag him already!

See, the problem with me? I keep my threats. [The roaring of several rocket engines are heard in the background. There are now several missiles headed straight towards Mad March now.]

[cookiejarkiller]

[There is the sound of his voice synthesized as it always sounds laughing manically and a shudder and static as the building he was in is demolished, his heat signature vanishes into the explosions of heat and flame but the laughter seems to echo as the building crumbles.]