A Conjuror's journey
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Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
You guys made a EKG bangle of Recall while in the hospital, so yes.
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Fawkes from Fallout or Harry Potter?
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Barnes
Laughing on the outside, laughing on the inside
- Location
- Definetly not my parent's basement
Naw, the phoenix. Assuming he's still not in a coma from that workout we gave him back on the Ethereal ship.
- Location
- Down Under
....This is fine.
Is Fawkes still alive? I assume it was the grey bird that came with Hinata.
[X] Wake Hinata and look for the others.
-[X] Apologize for the necessary unpleasantness.
-[X] Apologize for the necessary unpleasantness.
- Location
- United States
[X] Use Recall to relocate the two of you to the lair. Hinata seems tired and the Dallons probably need time to themselves.
-[X] Leave a note for Vicky apologizing for ruining the dress.
-[X] Also leave a note thanking the Dallons for breakfast.
-[X] Take the bedding and pillows with you.
To think they wouldn't have been tramatised if Amy just helped...
[X]Interlude: Fawkes
I want to see how he takes his new lot in life.
-[X] Leave a note for Vicky apologizing for ruining the dress.
-[X] Also leave a note thanking the Dallons for breakfast.
-[X] Take the bedding and pillows with you.
To think they wouldn't have been tramatised if Amy just helped...
[X]Interlude: Fawkes
I want to see how he takes his new lot in life.
Vicjer
The One Who Knows Less Than Nothing
- Location
- The Space Between Spaces
I know, right!? What a bitch. I guess this is just her supervillain heritage shining through. It looks like Carol was right the whole time.
Barnes
Laughing on the outside, laughing on the inside
- Location
- Definetly not my parent's basement
I assumed the dead one was one of the other unnamed phoenixes, as Fawkes may still be a chick; depends on how long it takes for a Phoenix to grow back up again
- Location
- California
Flandre, Is that you?
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- Location
- The Server Farm
Who exactly have I flanderized and in what way? Or is there some character named Flandre that I don't know of?
- Location
- California
Flandre scarlet, There's a quest on this site about this particular individual.
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Ah, I don't have nearly enough time to just read through everything as I'd like, so I had no idea.
A Bird's Eye View
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Sitting in the pink one's pouch, Fawkes pondered the happenings of his eternal imprisonment in the mortal realms. Cast out from the Solar Eyrie, they had ventured far and wide in search of a way to ascend once more, but it was not to be. The Great Dragon stretched on until hope for the eventual return that should have been granted in death turned to despair. Many of his kin set off from the flock during those years in the endless void, corporeal flame shifting in stature as the years of separation took their toll on their minds and sibling-souls no longer resembled one another.
One particular branch took flight from the main host and made their home in a dark pocket of the void. In the endless night, cinders of thought burned brightly as they planned until one day half of their number sacrificed themselves for the plan. Forming their bodies into a singular dense egg, immortal souls were extinguished with great effort from the rest. In a sudden burst of heat and light, their new home hatched forth from the death of their kin. Like the rest of his order, Fawkes waited for countless eons before the plan reached fruition with the dawn of human civilization. With new life to be found, even greatly diminished and fragile as it was, the flock had purpose once more.
Culling the dross on occasion with fire and stone from on high, the crucible slowly forged an acceptable companion race for their kind and Mankind was born... as they knew it would be. The knowledge was common back in the Eyrie that such peoples would always come about in any universe if given enough time. Bipedal, wingless creatures of flesh and bone, these beings were so very similar to those seen before. Only... they lacked something integral.
Being born of the shattered remnants that were once single sided entities from before the Dragon's wakening, the humans lacked the inherent connection to the aurbic energies that life in other universes took for granted. Tests of intelligence, strength, and valor showed that the species as a whole were neither superior or inferior to other examples of their kind; the blame lay entirely in the smiths' talons.
Many solutions were cast aside as impracticable due to attracting unwanted attention from greater beings or impossible with the resources available. There was only one acceptable answer: create an artificial connection between their creations and the greater reality. The risks were high and the casualties unfortunately numerous, but eventually they met with minor success by infusing a portion of their essence into those with child. The children would grow the connection and through them would the humans slowly become closer, if not equal, to their contemporaries in other realms.
With their newfound abilities, religious sects and divergent societies became more and more common, leading to unexpected strife. Death being an all but impossible occurrence for the flock, they had overlooked the needless violence and hatred humanity was capable of. Soon after the third time an enhanced individual slaughtered his 'lessers', the flock took a similar form to native birds of the planet and chose the more capable among the species to personally guide. Named phoenixes by their creations, they easily became a symbol of virtue and power among the populace. By spreading stories and knowledge through their chosen they were able to smooth out the eventual transition to a drastically less violent one and even inspired many of the particularly gifted to create life of their own.
Many, many years passed and despite the many who fell to their lust for power, Fawkes and his flock continued to bring more and more families into the 'magical' community. Though the plan was long from complete and the modern world was rife with troubles, he felt that it was a good plan. There was no indication that the eventual rediscovery of 'magic' among those who had yet to receive the gift would cause too many problems in the long term and the Potter boy did well enough against the Basilisk earlier in the year. Yes, Riddle would be easily dealt with without the direct intervention of the flock.
Which was indeed fortunate, as a large portion of their number were currently being held under the sway of a man from Nirn of all places. That realm should have been crumbling into another Kalpa by this point, so how had one of them with the knowledge of his race survived for so long? It should have been impossible after the destruction of their extra-dimensional battle station cost them their most ancient texts. With Bennu having been destroyed by shielding the Ōtsutsuki child he was forced to carry to another realm, it seemed likely that the rest of them were facing the alien situation of being under the Dragon's gaze.
Still recovering from his forced burning in the other world, Fawkes had to put all of his hopes those that had slipped from the wizard's grasp. Knowing Furaribi's penchant for vengeance, it was likely entirely up to Konrul and Toghrul to free the rest of them or seek help. In the meantime, Fawkes would simply try to live up to the name his current familiar had given him.
'Hearken unto me, child.' He sang to the pink one, causing her to cease her wanderings among the fields.
"Who said that?" The female asked, shifting around to listen for the source. Obliging, he chirped until the flap of the pouch was lifted. Tilting her head in the manner of a canine, she asked, "Did you say something to me?"
Nodding solemnly, the immortal being answered, 'Yes child, it was I who spoke. Hurry on toward your chamber, the time for discourse is upon us and I fear there is much to speak of.'
"That's nice Mr. Bird, but I have work to do."
Momentarily stunned at the pink one's brazen dismissal of what should be a momentous occasion, Fawkes was soon submerged in darkness once more as the she closed the pouch. Indignant, he squawked, 'Do you know not the magnitude of the situation you find yourself in? To not spurn an offer of friendship and cooperation in favor of menial labor... is my splendor too much for your mortal mind to grasp?'
"Oh please, you may be adorable, but you're hardly the first talking animal I've met with a bloated sense of self-importance."
'I am no mere animal, child.' Fawkes rebuked, affronted by such an ignorant statement from one who should be able to sense his power. 'Magnanimous though I may be, there are limits to even my forgiveness. Nevertheless, we must put such matters aside and speak of the one whom holds the shackles of my kin.'
Clicking her tongue, the pink one gave the bag a single rough shake, causing Fawkes to tumble amid the various objects commonly carried by the lesser races. As he righted himself and removed a spongy material from his beak, she chided, "Cute little chick or not, I refuse to plot against the man to whom I am so indebted and that's final."
His attempts to protest were cut off as each subsequent outburst was met with an additional shake. It seemed he would need a different agent among the mortals if he wished to do anything useful while waiting for the others. He had a responsibility to his own world and the petty wants of a single man would not keep one as mighty as Fawkes from his goals. If the wizard needed to die in order to free his kin, it was for the greater good.
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A/N: As asked for, a Fawkes interlude. I kind of rambled there for a bit, but there you go.
One particular branch took flight from the main host and made their home in a dark pocket of the void. In the endless night, cinders of thought burned brightly as they planned until one day half of their number sacrificed themselves for the plan. Forming their bodies into a singular dense egg, immortal souls were extinguished with great effort from the rest. In a sudden burst of heat and light, their new home hatched forth from the death of their kin. Like the rest of his order, Fawkes waited for countless eons before the plan reached fruition with the dawn of human civilization. With new life to be found, even greatly diminished and fragile as it was, the flock had purpose once more.
Culling the dross on occasion with fire and stone from on high, the crucible slowly forged an acceptable companion race for their kind and Mankind was born... as they knew it would be. The knowledge was common back in the Eyrie that such peoples would always come about in any universe if given enough time. Bipedal, wingless creatures of flesh and bone, these beings were so very similar to those seen before. Only... they lacked something integral.
Being born of the shattered remnants that were once single sided entities from before the Dragon's wakening, the humans lacked the inherent connection to the aurbic energies that life in other universes took for granted. Tests of intelligence, strength, and valor showed that the species as a whole were neither superior or inferior to other examples of their kind; the blame lay entirely in the smiths' talons.
Many solutions were cast aside as impracticable due to attracting unwanted attention from greater beings or impossible with the resources available. There was only one acceptable answer: create an artificial connection between their creations and the greater reality. The risks were high and the casualties unfortunately numerous, but eventually they met with minor success by infusing a portion of their essence into those with child. The children would grow the connection and through them would the humans slowly become closer, if not equal, to their contemporaries in other realms.
With their newfound abilities, religious sects and divergent societies became more and more common, leading to unexpected strife. Death being an all but impossible occurrence for the flock, they had overlooked the needless violence and hatred humanity was capable of. Soon after the third time an enhanced individual slaughtered his 'lessers', the flock took a similar form to native birds of the planet and chose the more capable among the species to personally guide. Named phoenixes by their creations, they easily became a symbol of virtue and power among the populace. By spreading stories and knowledge through their chosen they were able to smooth out the eventual transition to a drastically less violent one and even inspired many of the particularly gifted to create life of their own.
Many, many years passed and despite the many who fell to their lust for power, Fawkes and his flock continued to bring more and more families into the 'magical' community. Though the plan was long from complete and the modern world was rife with troubles, he felt that it was a good plan. There was no indication that the eventual rediscovery of 'magic' among those who had yet to receive the gift would cause too many problems in the long term and the Potter boy did well enough against the Basilisk earlier in the year. Yes, Riddle would be easily dealt with without the direct intervention of the flock.
Which was indeed fortunate, as a large portion of their number were currently being held under the sway of a man from Nirn of all places. That realm should have been crumbling into another Kalpa by this point, so how had one of them with the knowledge of his race survived for so long? It should have been impossible after the destruction of their extra-dimensional battle station cost them their most ancient texts. With Bennu having been destroyed by shielding the Ōtsutsuki child he was forced to carry to another realm, it seemed likely that the rest of them were facing the alien situation of being under the Dragon's gaze.
Still recovering from his forced burning in the other world, Fawkes had to put all of his hopes those that had slipped from the wizard's grasp. Knowing Furaribi's penchant for vengeance, it was likely entirely up to Konrul and Toghrul to free the rest of them or seek help. In the meantime, Fawkes would simply try to live up to the name his current familiar had given him.
'Hearken unto me, child.' He sang to the pink one, causing her to cease her wanderings among the fields.
"Who said that?" The female asked, shifting around to listen for the source. Obliging, he chirped until the flap of the pouch was lifted. Tilting her head in the manner of a canine, she asked, "Did you say something to me?"
Nodding solemnly, the immortal being answered, 'Yes child, it was I who spoke. Hurry on toward your chamber, the time for discourse is upon us and I fear there is much to speak of.'
"That's nice Mr. Bird, but I have work to do."
Momentarily stunned at the pink one's brazen dismissal of what should be a momentous occasion, Fawkes was soon submerged in darkness once more as the she closed the pouch. Indignant, he squawked, 'Do you know not the magnitude of the situation you find yourself in? To not spurn an offer of friendship and cooperation in favor of menial labor... is my splendor too much for your mortal mind to grasp?'
"Oh please, you may be adorable, but you're hardly the first talking animal I've met with a bloated sense of self-importance."
'I am no mere animal, child.' Fawkes rebuked, affronted by such an ignorant statement from one who should be able to sense his power. 'Magnanimous though I may be, there are limits to even my forgiveness. Nevertheless, we must put such matters aside and speak of the one whom holds the shackles of my kin.'
Clicking her tongue, the pink one gave the bag a single rough shake, causing Fawkes to tumble amid the various objects commonly carried by the lesser races. As he righted himself and removed a spongy material from his beak, she chided, "Cute little chick or not, I refuse to plot against the man to whom I am so indebted and that's final."
His attempts to protest were cut off as each subsequent outburst was met with an additional shake. It seemed he would need a different agent among the mortals if he wished to do anything useful while waiting for the others. He had a responsibility to his own world and the petty wants of a single man would not keep one as mighty as Fawkes from his goals. If the wizard needed to die in order to free his kin, it was for the greater good.
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A/N: As asked for, a Fawkes interlude. I kind of rambled there for a bit, but there you go.
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- Location
- Down Under
REBELLION~
I do agree with big-pinky, Fawkes is full of it.
I do agree with big-pinky, Fawkes is full of it.
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- Location
- The Server Farm
What? You mean to tell me that you didn't expect that the phoenixes created their own universe, are responsible for HP magic, and know of the other worlds available in this quest?! Me neither, but apparently that's how it is.... I don't know what I was expecting, but that sure wasn't it.
Back To The Base(ment)
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After what felt like hours trapped in a cocoon of stone, the material began to flake off and let them see the horrible aftermath of their ruined breakfast. Being the one who dealt with blood and death on a biweekly basis, Amy wasn't surprised about being the least affected by the grisly scene. Even after Hinata had been cleaning up for a while, the Asian girl hadn't managed to clean up the majority of the mess. The mop was simply spreading diluted blood around, much to the young girl's apparent frustration.
Off in the corner of her vision, she spotted her sister and Louise sleeping on the once tan couch, both gore-soaked, but neither sporting open wounds. Not to say that there were no injuries... Vicky was slowly beginning to look like a leopard with all of the tiny bruised spread across her exposed skin. Immediately rushing to her aid, the healer didn't notice Carol's hyperventilating until she'd heard the woman collapse and ceaselessly mutter about a basement and 'again'. Probably some terrible memory that she'd never share with her unwanted child.
Running on auto-pilot, Amy went about making sure everyone was as healthy as she could make them and helping Hinata clean up the mess while Mark took care of his wife. Her thoughts kept bouncing around from whether or not she should have removed the machines and avoided the whole fucked up drama that it had turned into. On the one hand, she was sure that keeping a tracker on Louise would be for the best in case her 'mother' sent people to take her back. On the other, she had no idea the girl would try to cut them out with a kitchen knife when she refused... actually, that still went into the first category of why she shouldn't have done it... for once it wasn't her fault that something terrible happened, she wasn't the one who made Louise so paranoid and she couldn't have known.
Still, it didn't change the fact that Amy could have avoided all of this with a simple touch. It was shortly after helping Hinata take Louise into the bathroom and pointing out where her own room was that she found herself wrapped up Carol's arms. Both her and her sleeping sister were reduced to teddy bears for the crying woman while they waited for the PRT to send someone to respond to their dozen or so neighbors calls... there was no way they hadn't heard the crashing and screaming. Now Vicky was probably scarred for life and Carol would no doubt blame her for everything when she finally regained her senses.
Oddly enough, Carol didn't mention anything about what had happened when she came to, simply standing on shaky legs and heading into the kitchen. Unsure of what to make of the situation, Amy just sat on the couch and brushed her fingers through Vicky's hair until she woke up on her own. That was what she was still doing when Armsmaster arrived at their door an hour later stating that his tracking devices went offline a few minutes ago. No word of concerned neighbors, just his Tinker tech.
She hated her city sometimes. Waking her sister and calling the adults into the room, Amy listened as Vicky explained everything that had occurred that morning.
"We might need to consider placing the child in the Eastern Parahuman Asylum for the foreseeable future." Armsmaster said from his seat at the partially destroyed and entirely bloodstained table.
"You can't be seriously thinking about locking her up!" Vicky shouted in alarm. Amy nodded in agreement with her sister, as she was also shocked that that would be the man's first conclusion after hearing about Louise's freakout, though to a lesser degree.
Turning to face the two of them, Armsmaster didn't miss a beat as he answered, "I am, Miss Dallon. Although her powers may be artificial in origin, Miss Vallière is for all intents and purposes a parahuman. Therefore, it is both within the jurisdiction and responsibility of the PRT and Protectorate to reign her in before she becomes a hazard to the public. Due to her previous good behavior and inclination toward following the law, we were content to leave her be despite her ties to a terrorist organization and the threat carried with her presence in the city. The fact of the matter is, she could be a potential agent for the Gesellschaft either willingly or not, and this incident only serves to highlight the fact we know little of her mental state or what might set her off in the future."
"She overpowered Victoria with a single arm, I find it pretty unlikely you can force her into a cell." Amy pointed out, gesturing to the shattered window that served as the only proof now that she'd healed Vicky's bruises. Not that it seemed to do anything for whatever Hinata did to her.
Seeming to dismiss her words, the Tinker replied in an almost smug tone, "We have dealt with brutes before. A specially designed room should be enough to hold her until we've had time to assess her suitability for public appearances. With her cooperation, she could be back out in a few weeks with only the occasional psychiatric appointment to impede her day to day life." Softening his no nonsense tone, Armsmaster sighed, "Recent events make it difficult to perform our duties as it is, having her in a secure location would not only keep her safe, but allow us to maintain a constant watch for anyone intending to harm her. Believe me when I say, we only want to help."
"It was your attempt at helping her that caused this mess to begin with, maybe you should take a step back and look at the bigger picture." Carol sneered, entirely unimpressed with the hero. "My family will not be a part of this debacle. Girls, go check on our guest and make sure nobody tries anything. As for you," She continued, crossing her arms as she turned back to Armsmaster. "I advise you take some time to go over the situation with your coworkers before you continue this course."
"Miss Dall- Carol, please... think about your family's safety." The Tinker said as the two teens headed for the stairs.
"I am." She echoed his earlier words. Dragging her heels, Amy let her sister go ahead long enough to overhear Carol quietly ask, "If I let you people take a traumatized girl who did nothing wrong, how long will it be before you come for my own children? My husband, sister, or the rest of my family?"
"That won't h-"
"Get out of my house, Armsmaster." Amy faintly heard Carol say in her overly polite tone that meant you either did as directed or got spanked.
Smirking at the thought of Carol bending the Tinker over her knee, Amy hurried to catch up with her sister, running straight into her perfect rear and being knocked down by the unforgiving force-field. Rubbing her bruised tailbone, she looked up in confusion to see Vicky floating slackjawed in the doorway. Following her horrified gaze, saw a note resting on an empty bed that shouldn't be.
Walking over and picking it up, she slowly read the overly elaborate penmanship aloud, "Dear Dallon Family~
You have my most sincere apologies for the trouble I have caused you this day. It was not my intention to behave in such an ergrus... egrougis... What the hell?"
"Egregious, it means outstandingly bad." Vicky answered impatiently, motioning for her to continue.
"Right... such an 'egregious' manner and I would understand if none of you wish for my presence at your table again. It was a delightful, if simple, meal and I should not have been so hasty as to ruin it for the rest of you. If it pleases you, I shall provide reimbursement for any damages accrued during the unfortunate necessity that was my impromptu chirurgical.. ha, I knew that one... operation. I will return within a fortnight for your response.
Yours Truly, Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière.
P.s. I wish to issue a separate apology to Victoria, I regrettably have destroyed the dress you bought for me. Perhaps we can go shopping for a replacement if you are not too upset? I shall endeavor to avoid staining the next one with ichor, though my luck with such is severely lacking.
P.p.s. I also apologize for appropriating your linens."
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Arriving in the antique shop's basement, Louise set down her swaddled charge and let the strength spell fade. With the Dallons being unlikely to appreciate her presence at the moment and Hinata indisposed, the youngest Vallière was at a loss as to what she should spend the rest of her day doing. It was not even noon yet after all, it would be a shame to waste the day away in a musty old basement.
Status: Healthy
Magicka: (6600/14000)
Choose:
[] Find Madison, it has been awhile since you met with your minion.
[] With the city in turmoil, the likelyhood of being interrupted while obtaining items on the list is increased. Perhaps removing some of the threats in the region could be to your benefit.
[] Other things.
[] Write in.
Off in the corner of her vision, she spotted her sister and Louise sleeping on the once tan couch, both gore-soaked, but neither sporting open wounds. Not to say that there were no injuries... Vicky was slowly beginning to look like a leopard with all of the tiny bruised spread across her exposed skin. Immediately rushing to her aid, the healer didn't notice Carol's hyperventilating until she'd heard the woman collapse and ceaselessly mutter about a basement and 'again'. Probably some terrible memory that she'd never share with her unwanted child.
Running on auto-pilot, Amy went about making sure everyone was as healthy as she could make them and helping Hinata clean up the mess while Mark took care of his wife. Her thoughts kept bouncing around from whether or not she should have removed the machines and avoided the whole fucked up drama that it had turned into. On the one hand, she was sure that keeping a tracker on Louise would be for the best in case her 'mother' sent people to take her back. On the other, she had no idea the girl would try to cut them out with a kitchen knife when she refused... actually, that still went into the first category of why she shouldn't have done it... for once it wasn't her fault that something terrible happened, she wasn't the one who made Louise so paranoid and she couldn't have known.
Still, it didn't change the fact that Amy could have avoided all of this with a simple touch. It was shortly after helping Hinata take Louise into the bathroom and pointing out where her own room was that she found herself wrapped up Carol's arms. Both her and her sleeping sister were reduced to teddy bears for the crying woman while they waited for the PRT to send someone to respond to their dozen or so neighbors calls... there was no way they hadn't heard the crashing and screaming. Now Vicky was probably scarred for life and Carol would no doubt blame her for everything when she finally regained her senses.
Oddly enough, Carol didn't mention anything about what had happened when she came to, simply standing on shaky legs and heading into the kitchen. Unsure of what to make of the situation, Amy just sat on the couch and brushed her fingers through Vicky's hair until she woke up on her own. That was what she was still doing when Armsmaster arrived at their door an hour later stating that his tracking devices went offline a few minutes ago. No word of concerned neighbors, just his Tinker tech.
She hated her city sometimes. Waking her sister and calling the adults into the room, Amy listened as Vicky explained everything that had occurred that morning.
"We might need to consider placing the child in the Eastern Parahuman Asylum for the foreseeable future." Armsmaster said from his seat at the partially destroyed and entirely bloodstained table.
"You can't be seriously thinking about locking her up!" Vicky shouted in alarm. Amy nodded in agreement with her sister, as she was also shocked that that would be the man's first conclusion after hearing about Louise's freakout, though to a lesser degree.
Turning to face the two of them, Armsmaster didn't miss a beat as he answered, "I am, Miss Dallon. Although her powers may be artificial in origin, Miss Vallière is for all intents and purposes a parahuman. Therefore, it is both within the jurisdiction and responsibility of the PRT and Protectorate to reign her in before she becomes a hazard to the public. Due to her previous good behavior and inclination toward following the law, we were content to leave her be despite her ties to a terrorist organization and the threat carried with her presence in the city. The fact of the matter is, she could be a potential agent for the Gesellschaft either willingly or not, and this incident only serves to highlight the fact we know little of her mental state or what might set her off in the future."
"She overpowered Victoria with a single arm, I find it pretty unlikely you can force her into a cell." Amy pointed out, gesturing to the shattered window that served as the only proof now that she'd healed Vicky's bruises. Not that it seemed to do anything for whatever Hinata did to her.
Seeming to dismiss her words, the Tinker replied in an almost smug tone, "We have dealt with brutes before. A specially designed room should be enough to hold her until we've had time to assess her suitability for public appearances. With her cooperation, she could be back out in a few weeks with only the occasional psychiatric appointment to impede her day to day life." Softening his no nonsense tone, Armsmaster sighed, "Recent events make it difficult to perform our duties as it is, having her in a secure location would not only keep her safe, but allow us to maintain a constant watch for anyone intending to harm her. Believe me when I say, we only want to help."
"It was your attempt at helping her that caused this mess to begin with, maybe you should take a step back and look at the bigger picture." Carol sneered, entirely unimpressed with the hero. "My family will not be a part of this debacle. Girls, go check on our guest and make sure nobody tries anything. As for you," She continued, crossing her arms as she turned back to Armsmaster. "I advise you take some time to go over the situation with your coworkers before you continue this course."
"Miss Dall- Carol, please... think about your family's safety." The Tinker said as the two teens headed for the stairs.
"I am." She echoed his earlier words. Dragging her heels, Amy let her sister go ahead long enough to overhear Carol quietly ask, "If I let you people take a traumatized girl who did nothing wrong, how long will it be before you come for my own children? My husband, sister, or the rest of my family?"
"That won't h-"
"Get out of my house, Armsmaster." Amy faintly heard Carol say in her overly polite tone that meant you either did as directed or got spanked.
Smirking at the thought of Carol bending the Tinker over her knee, Amy hurried to catch up with her sister, running straight into her perfect rear and being knocked down by the unforgiving force-field. Rubbing her bruised tailbone, she looked up in confusion to see Vicky floating slackjawed in the doorway. Following her horrified gaze, saw a note resting on an empty bed that shouldn't be.
Walking over and picking it up, she slowly read the overly elaborate penmanship aloud, "Dear Dallon Family~
You have my most sincere apologies for the trouble I have caused you this day. It was not my intention to behave in such an ergrus... egrougis... What the hell?"
"Egregious, it means outstandingly bad." Vicky answered impatiently, motioning for her to continue.
"Right... such an 'egregious' manner and I would understand if none of you wish for my presence at your table again. It was a delightful, if simple, meal and I should not have been so hasty as to ruin it for the rest of you. If it pleases you, I shall provide reimbursement for any damages accrued during the unfortunate necessity that was my impromptu chirurgical.. ha, I knew that one... operation. I will return within a fortnight for your response.
Yours Truly, Louise Françoise Le Blanc de La Vallière.
P.s. I wish to issue a separate apology to Victoria, I regrettably have destroyed the dress you bought for me. Perhaps we can go shopping for a replacement if you are not too upset? I shall endeavor to avoid staining the next one with ichor, though my luck with such is severely lacking.
P.p.s. I also apologize for appropriating your linens."
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Arriving in the antique shop's basement, Louise set down her swaddled charge and let the strength spell fade. With the Dallons being unlikely to appreciate her presence at the moment and Hinata indisposed, the youngest Vallière was at a loss as to what she should spend the rest of her day doing. It was not even noon yet after all, it would be a shame to waste the day away in a musty old basement.
Status: Healthy
Magicka: (6600/14000)
Choose:
[] Find Madison, it has been awhile since you met with your minion.
[] With the city in turmoil, the likelyhood of being interrupted while obtaining items on the list is increased. Perhaps removing some of the threats in the region could be to your benefit.
-[] The Azn Bad Boys, their rediculous name is too offensive to your sensibilities to allow their continued existence.
-[] The Eight Eight Imperials, perhaps one amongst their number would be a worthwhile specimen for Vahlen.
-[] Smaller fish RNG.
-[] The Eight Eight Imperials, perhaps one amongst their number would be a worthwhile specimen for Vahlen.
-[] Smaller fish RNG.
[] Other things.
-[] Search for a potential portal site. (optional criteria write in.)
-[] Magical studies.
-[] Poke Bakuda's spells with magic.
-[] Magical studies.
-[] Poke Bakuda's spells with magic.
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[X] With the city in turmoil, the likelyhood of being interrupted while obtaining items on the list is increased. Perhaps removing some of the threats in the region could be to your benefit.
-[X] The Eight Eight Imperials, perhaps one amongst their number would be a worthwhile specimen for Vahlen.
-[X] The Eight Eight Imperials, perhaps one amongst their number would be a worthwhile specimen for Vahlen.