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"Eyy, know how y'feel, guy, so lemme jus'-" No sooner than she'd swaggered in, Sprite immediately whipped out her cybervoid-supplied gift bag, groping into it for dear life. Halfway through her excessive digging routine, however, she froze, and gave a goofy chuckle. "Well, right.. I don'. Bloodlust's not really m'sorta thing- 'least not the slurpin' kind. Doesn' mean I can't help out a sucko, tho'! 'Ere, have these!" And in her sun and battle-kissed hands she presented:

The titan lumbered over to Sprite as a small cargo unit in his arm opened up. On the paper sitting atop the gift was roughly inscribed, "My dear friend Atlas here cannot write nor speak, so I shall be his voice. Enclosed in the box underneath this not you will find a cleaning and maintenance kit for a blade. We heard you had a rather special axe and figured that you would appreciate it. We are both aware that this is not the specific kit for an axe, but it will do, no?"



((I'm hoping to whatever gods are out there that this BBCode actually works this time lmao))

Alice gave the titan and cargo unit two red stained bags full of reichsmarks. She walked away, looking for her next victim.

He carried his favorite pillow over to her and placed it down and pushed it towards her with his muzzle

Marcs face beamed at witnessing the hound, a bright smile followed by a hearty laugh.

" What mischief have you been up to Ser Thor, swooning dames across the lands no doubt "

Marc issued forth a decadent ox-rib, pretending it were a sword before knighting the noble hound.

" Unto the very bravest of canine compatriots, for your unfettered loyalty and unwavering courage, I shall bestow upon you this gift "

He added, placing it in an aptly placed silver bowl for the hounds indulgence.

Jason saw the weathered old warrior. Feeling the commotion he approached with a war maul on his shoulder
. He would then turn the hammer with the handle towards Marcus.

"I stole this from Vandal Savage. It's a war hammer, and it might serve you better than it would me."

Clark handed a music box to the man. "You have a life filled with death and fighting, so I hope this can give you some peace and tranquility if you ever find the time to wind down and wind up an old music box."

He held the three-star Dragon Ball out to him "This is a Dragon Ball. They have these on Namek. If you find the other six, you can make a wish. I'll help you find the other ones, okay? You can also pet Piano!"

Keiko ruffled up Oniyan's hair then petted Piano. "Yo, I got gifts for you both", she said with a bright smile. Keiko pulls out two black shopping bags with a expensive
sounding name on them. Inside the bags, there would be ankle weights for Oniyan and a bowl with piano keys painted on it for Piano.

Emelia abruptly kicks open the door. Slung over her shoulder is a bulap sack, heavy and large. The itchy fabric is bulging with numerous small indents.

Unceremoniously, she dumps the contents on the floor. Piles upon piles of garlic roll and bounce all around. The air in the room rapidly becomes infested with the scent of the ground-grown vegetable.

"Here. Forty-five pounds of garlic. I suggest you eat all of it. I shall return with a wooden stake and mallet. Pray that your sinful hide is a dried up husk by then."

Without further ado, Emelia leaves, slamming the door behind her.

"Hm... You look like you'd like this!"

She pulls out a gothic Victorian choker.

He brought her a pink pillow with rhinestone studs on it and set it in front of her and wagged his tail

"Awww!" the masked man said, his voice musical with joy. Dashing a hand in one of several pouches about his waist, he rummaged a bit, his eyebrows high and eyes bright, producing a thick piece of turkey jerky.

"Aren't you a good boy?! Here's a treat for you!"

"Hmm, let me see what I have to give a fellow warrior."
Gale pulled one of his swords from its holster.
"Ah, I can spare a weapon, I am due for another soon anyways.
Here, take this gift, may it serve your battles well and your enemies AHaha, not so much."

Gale smiles behind his helmet.

"Álvaro just had kittens!" Omayra says excitedly and reaches to the ground lifting a Cheetah kitten off the ground. She kisses it on the forehead while it meows in defiance. Omayra steps forward, vaguely feeling where Gale's synaps fire off in his brain to control his movements. She holds the kitten out to him and smiles, "I thought maybe you can raise him as a warrior cat and take him to battle with you."

He would look down at her brfore kneeling with a smile. He would produce a red and gold tabard and he draped it over her shoulder.

"This battle tabard bears the colors of the 2nd company Blood Angels. May The Emperor's glory, light and strength forever be a guide unto you, little one"

This servo-skull is fitted with an Empyric dampener and is capable of reciting multiple litanies, canticles and the entire codex astartes, doing so of its own accord as it sees fit and without pause. The Empyric dampener shall serve you well in the face of warp spawn and sorcerors brother as well as serve to inspire and steel your faith with its oration. May the Emperor guide and protect you.

With the aid of a series of contraptions that would make Rube Goldberg roll in his grave, Isa brought out a titanic Inferno Cannon. Apparently severed from the body of an Imperium Titan, this monstrous flamer dwarfed even multistoried buildings.

"Don't ask where I got this. Just enjoy it!"

He gave her a set of keys

"Your very own gift shop. 6009 Green Ave suite D."