[X] Check in with Moira to see what she's been up to.
-[X] Wear your trusty Amulet of Mara prominently on display.
--[X] Bring flowers, too.
I reiterate: What could go wrong?
Having just been forced to beat Espinoza to death, you realize that putting on a random necklace without checking it first was probably a bad idea. Ducking into a shaded alcove, you hold your breath and watch as the crowd runs pushing and screaming in search of you. At first you'd thought it was Cattleya trying to entice you into summoning a pet for her. That changed when, having rebuffed her and walked out, you were accosted by a cow faunus.
She'd immediately asked to elope as if you'd somehow known each other well and were intimate on any level rather than the complete strangers that you were. Denying her hadn't ended well, since she'd pulled out a knife and attacked, but luckily Espinoza was there to save the day. That he immediately followed in her footsteps was a terrible sign and you hadn't hesitated to attack him first.
Simply walking away from the scene meant you'd passed several dozen people as you made your way through the building to your goal of checking in with Doctor Vahlen. Each and every one of them had produced similar results and you traced it back to the necklace you'd wrapped around your neck. How in Oblivion had an amulet of Mara even come to be in your belongings? You never cared for marriage or the goddess of such and none of those associated with you should even know who she is.
Of course, taking the thing off was impossible. It would be too convenient if it could just be removed, hence why there was some sort of curse upon the thing.
After another two hours of sneaking around the facility, careful not to let those with bioelectric skin detect you even while invisible, you slide into the hidden laboratory. The resident scientist is nowhere to be seen, so you sit down in her chair to relax for a moment when your own gene-mod causes a tingling sensation. Too slow to react, a hand reaches around to cover your mouth as a needle pricks your neck.
"I've never felt this way about someone before." Moira whispers in your ear as the world begins to fade away. "I don't think I could handle rejection, so I won't give you the chance."
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Nestled atop a golden perch in a strangely decorated room, Fawkes steepled his wingtips in front of his beak. "All according to plan."
"Goodness me, you since when can you talk?" His startled pet asked from below, ticking and whiring devices all around.
"You're imagining things, have another lemon drop." The primordial flame replied, watching in satisfaction as the eccentric old human went back to humming a tune as he filled out the schools accounting information.
