Valeria can't be sure they didn't confiscate Aku's flight ring and so doesn't try to track him that way, but the quantum scanner she's using to follow his unique signature is proving a bit finicky in a realm that runs on magic. Hell gets treated to the novel spectacle of a small child sitting cross-legged on a rock outcropping, calmly recalibrating a sensor while she considers the situation.
As far as Val's concerned, hell is being forced to go outdoors and ride a bike, so the torments of the damned make less of an impression on her than you'd think. They probably all got stuck here by being dumb, anyway. There are a zillion afterlives. Why hang around a lousy one? They can't all have signed contracts they didn't read.
Still, no one deserves to be tortured, even idiots. At least not for eternity. She should do something about that, after they sort out the Chronoblivion mess.
"Note to self: conquer Hell."
Despite the relative purity of her intentions, Val does pause and look around furtively in case anyone heard her cursing, since she's not quite sure the argument that it's the actual name of the place she's in right now would fly with her mother, and likewise not quite sure Susan Richards can't spontaneously develop universe-hopping powers to scold her daughter.
What Val finds a little surprising is that no demons try to start anything with her. She's pretty sure Uncle Doom's wards don't mean anything here, so it must be something else. The idea that any demon choosing to manifest as an adorable three year old girl must be powerful enough to get away with it doesn't occur to her, just as the possibility that it's actually an adorable three year old girl wandering among the damned doesn't occur to anyone she passes. That she's floating on an invisible disc of force rather than walking probably doesn't hurt.
Hell's variable geography proves more an annoyance than an outright hindrance, and soon enough she's drawing up on Aku's Pit of Pain or whatever. This seems like the kind of place that throws around capital letters. She kneels at the edge, peering in to see what the situation's like.
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As far as Val's concerned, hell is being forced to go outdoors and ride a bike, so the torments of the damned make less of an impression on her than you'd think. They probably all got stuck here by being dumb, anyway. There are a zillion afterlives. Why hang around a lousy one? They can't all have signed contracts they didn't read.
Still, no one deserves to be tortured, even idiots. At least not for eternity. She should do something about that, after they sort out the Chronoblivion mess.
"Note to self: conquer Hell."
Despite the relative purity of her intentions, Val does pause and look around furtively in case anyone heard her cursing, since she's not quite sure the argument that it's the actual name of the place she's in right now would fly with her mother, and likewise not quite sure Susan Richards can't spontaneously develop universe-hopping powers to scold her daughter.
What Val finds a little surprising is that no demons try to start anything with her. She's pretty sure Uncle Doom's wards don't mean anything here, so it must be something else. The idea that any demon choosing to manifest as an adorable three year old girl must be powerful enough to get away with it doesn't occur to her, just as the possibility that it's actually an adorable three year old girl wandering among the damned doesn't occur to anyone she passes. That she's floating on an invisible disc of force rather than walking probably doesn't hurt.
Hell's variable geography proves more an annoyance than an outright hindrance, and soon enough she's drawing up on Aku's Pit of Pain or whatever. This seems like the kind of place that throws around capital letters. She kneels at the edge, peering in to see what the situation's like.
"Hey. You awake?"