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Once I pull these old bones back together, Miracle City will suffer for the time I have been away!!

((under construction tee hee ;w; ))

Current Status: Dead! Well, more so than usual.
He approached Sartana's prison lair, ready to start a party there since it would be the perfect place, and /no one/ parties like the dead! But at the last second had fleeting moment of consciousness and knew that was the ultimate bad idea. He went to go bother his own father instead.

Sartana was thinking to herself about to with her grandson, so she hadn’t noticed his appearance or departure from the property. If she had though, she would have enjoyed crushing him like a worm.

"Django? You have not let yourself be beaten by that cuervo girl, /have you?/" The way those words left her mouth made them sound more like a threat, curling around his neck than just a question.

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Django’s face dropped at the appearance of his Nana. He quickly shook his head. “No Nana. Never!” he lied. He wasn’t even thinking about the strange scarf he had tied around his head in a bonnet sort of fashion.

Yeah, sure, Django may not want Sartana to see it, but he sure was more scared of his grandmother than anything. So, making a large sigh, he slowly untied the scarf and took it off of his head, revealing a large gaping hole in the side of his head. He said nothing. He just stood there, ashamed of himself.

When she saw it, Sartana didn’t know how to react. That greyface was right. The hole was clearly made by laser, something that Black Cuervo specialized in. She was… disappointed.

Sartana did spare her grandson any words. No screams of anger, a scolding, or even expressing how disappointed she was. She merely left in silence, not giving a single word.

((now that i think about it, Sartana recognized all of the Riveras when they were back from the dead. So she probably fought them all when they were alive. So Justice Jaguar had to deal with not only his son growing up to be a villain, but growing up and dating Sartana of the dead…))

"Django? You have not let yourself be beaten by that cuervo girl, /have you?/" The way those words left her mouth made them sound more like a threat, curling around his neck than just a question.

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Django’s face dropped at the appearance of his Nana. He quickly shook his head. “No Nana. Never!” he lied. He wasn’t even thinking about the strange scarf he had tied around his head in a bonnet sort of fashion.

Django saw her reach for his scarf and he ducked, moving out of her way. "What are you talking about? I’m not hiding anything!" he shook his head again. He gripped the edges of the scarf tightly, in hopes that if she did get her hands on it that she wouldn’t be able to take it off of him.

Okay, he was hiding something for sure. “Django, you show your Nana now or I’ll make you,” she threatened, leaning in even more. Her right hand went back a bit, moving towards her guitar. One way or another, that revolting head scarf would be removed. And, if it just so happened to be nothing to worry about, she would treat him to a good crime sweep. 

"Django? You have not let yourself be beaten by that cuervo girl, /have you?/" The way those words left her mouth made them sound more like a threat, curling around his neck than just a question.

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Django’s face dropped at the appearance of his Nana. He quickly shook his head. “No Nana. Never!” he lied. He wasn’t even thinking about the strange scarf he had tied around his head in a bonnet sort of fashion.

He turned his head away from his grandmami. "…N..Nothing, I.. just felt like wearing this for today…" Yeah right. Admittedly, Django agreed that the scarf was hideous, especially on him. But if he wore a hat it wouldn’t cover it as well.

"You’re hiding something,"  she hissed, nearly leaning over the boy. She had learned from their last escapade with that Dr Chicken boy that he was a terrible liar, not at all like he used to be. She reached a hand out for the wrap, aiming to remove it which wouldn’t too difficult at all if he stayed turned away.

"Django? You have not let yourself be beaten by that cuervo girl, /have you?/" The way those words left her mouth made them sound more like a threat, curling around his neck than just a question.

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Django’s face dropped at the appearance of his Nana. He quickly shook his head. “No Nana. Never!” he lied. He wasn’t even thinking about the strange scarf he had tied around his head in a bonnet sort of fashion.

She narrowed her eyes at him, not entirely believing him. His behavior was too suspicious and-

"What happened to your cute cowboy hat? This," she searched for the word while gesturing to the thing on his head with obvious dissatisfaction, "Wrap is awful. If you need a new hat, take one from the bandidos until you can replace your old one." Hn, did she have to tell him how to do everything? What happened to when he came to her with evil plans and schemes? Was it really that long ago?

Did you hear? Django just got beaten by Black Cuervo!
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"WHAT? WHO DARES SPREAD SUCH LIES?”

Sartana’s boiling rage halted though, a rare occurrence to be sure. There had been something strange about her grandson and the city was relatively peaceful, considering its usual state of crime…

"Wait here," Sartana told the greyface before leaving to confirm it for herself. If it was truly a lie, the anon would suffer. If it was the truth, however, her grandson might end up considerably more dead than he already was.

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Sartana rolled her shoulders, a slight ache in her bones from being gone for so long. Well, it wasn’t always so bad to get away for a while, but putting the upstart villains that tried to seize control when she was gone back into their proper places — six feet below her — was quite tedious. 

She would have to see if her grandson had been keeping the chaos in Miracle City, as he should have been. Something about him was different, though. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but it did seem as if he had gone… soft. It was probably just her own imagination.

Or rather, it better be.

((FINALLY DONE. -lays down and dies- ))

((idk i still don’t feel like now is the right time to bring Sartana back. I haven’t lost her muse or left her, though…!))

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