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Chapter Three: The Salvation of Paradise
The cloak had listened through borrowed ears to the plan of action that they were to be set upon. It had decided to stay upon Franki for the ensuing conflict, as she was one of the seemingly only two of his compainions without some sort of innate offensive ability. The other was the one called Abbey, but at the moment Franki was still the most familiar and thus, the one it trusted more. It had spent most of the previous day informing the young lady of the abilites and powers it could grant her, and let her practice using them in concert with it, not wanting any harm to come to a teammate if it could be prevented. And also wanting to help end this conflict in any way it could.

And what a conflict it was shapping up to be. An assault on an Asgardian installment. A rescue mission where the one to be saved was but an infant. And more god-like beings than it cared to count. The brightness of these people was astounding, and reawoke the hunger it had been trying so hard to sedate. If it was lucky perhaps, sometime during this battle Franki would allow him to feast for a moment or two. Drawing an enemy into it's folds would not only nourish it, but remove a threat from the field. Yes. It would definately need to ask if such an action would be allowed.
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