But there's something unutterably pleasant about curling up in a proper bed in pajamas and just sleeping. And then waking up and getting breakfast in those pajamas. So she does that, because immortality's a long unpleasant time if you don't enjoy the little things every now and then. Like adorable bunny slippers and soft pajamas and sleeping in.
She's midway through a fruity salad thing that counts as the standard fairy breakfast when she feels the summon. Showing up to a summon in pajamas? Eh. If they're proper summoners she bets they've seen worse, and she doesn't particularly care if they think she's unprofessional.
She puts her spoon down and accepts the summon.
"Fair enough. And yeah, the Siberian's probably also on the list, but good luck convincing her to fight an Endbringer."
Sigh. "...maybe you could throw her at an Endbringer instead of serving as a human missile yourself."
"Yep. Very inconvenient, wish she were on our side. But nooo, she had to be the inconvenient kind of crazy."
Snort. "If I see an opportunity I'll try it, but just as a guess, I don't think my personality or arguments could redeem her. Bit too far gone."
"Yep. I think I'd rather just kill the entire Slaughterhouse Nine if an opportunity presents itself over trying to convince her to fight for the good guys."
"...are you sure? Like, convincing her to fight for the good guys might entail eliminating the Endbringers."
"If I could guarantee convincing her to fight for the good guys, she'd win over killing the Slaughterhouse Nine for sure. But starting with attempting to convince her instead of taking the opportunity to get Jack Slash and Nice Guy off of the playing field, forever? Yeah, no. Besides, I don't think I can kill the Siberian. In an ideal world I would kill everyone but her and then convince her to work for me. ... Or convince them all. Except Jack Slash. He can just die."
"Basically. But there's no guarantee she won't go berserk upon all of her teammates dying horribly by implosion, so."
"... I do not want to leave Jack alive, at all. The longer that man stays alive, the more he can do to cause chaos in the world, the more he can potentially traumatize people into becoming members of the Slaughterhouse Nine, the longer a group of crazy murderers stays together instead of disintegrating. He really, really needs to die."
Wry smile. "And between an ultra-powerful parahuman going berserk, completely unwilling to help against Endbringers, and a rotting corpse... Well. I like my resources actually usable instead of theoretical."
"But I'm in no hurry to fight the Slaughterhouse Nine. Nice guy and the Siberian might be able to kill me."
Shudder. "Nice Guy's terrifying. Not that the Siberian isn't, but you know, she's a known known, Nice Guy's an unknown known."
"Quite. The thing I'm concerned about with Nice Guy is something involving convincing me to kill myself. If he were to just try and slit my throat he'd get exactly nowhere, but if he got creative... It would not be pretty."
"I don't think creativity has much to do with morals. They might see some opportunities outside of the law where they didn't before, but the same can be said of creative villains realizing they can make a fortune if they go rogue instead."