A Conjuror's journey
- Location
- Nazi prison
[X] Plan: Shopping now, explodin' later
Unseelie
(Verified True Fae)
- Location
- Tír fo Thuinn
What's that?
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
The abandoned shop where Taylor hid her brain/skeleton in my other story.
Shopping With Madison
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
"Speaking of magical talent..." Louise muttered to herself. It couldn't be that easy, could it?
Wrapping herself in magicka, the pinkette cast an overpowered Invisibility on herself, putting all of her focus on making sure that the accumulated filth on her clothes was excluded from the effect. With nothing to hold it in place, a small amount of dirt drifted to the floor. Even though she couldn't see herself, she knew it was nowhere near enough to account for how soiled her outfit had looked. Of course I couldn't do it right.
Sighing in disappointment, she contemplated eating some of the Legend-berries, but her dry throat probably wouldn't appreciate that. Deciding to put off eating for the moment, she turned once more toward the more important matter at hand. She had nothing to wear!
Pulling out her phone-datapad-thing, the distinction between the two still remaining unclear, she sent a message to Madison. 'I will be seeking employment at a local hospice within the next few hours and find myself lacking appropriate attire. Your assistance is required immediately.'
'Wat? im @ school. I cant just ditch.' Came the response after several minutes of waiting.
Knowing how eager to please the girl had been last time, Louise answered with, 'Very well, do as you wish. I will simply find somebody more worthy of associating with.'
'W8!' The girl's reply was as predictable as it was immediate. 'ill go! lunch is at 1130 we can hit the mall for a bit'
Deciphering the other girl's horrid grasp of her own native language was hardly a challenge compared to some of the poorly written tomes she'd read at the academy and soon Louise was standing outside her hideout. A simple casting of Mark on the chaise meant she could easily return in an emergency, provided she was willing to use the last Recall scroll. Still, a quick escape option was always useful.
Strolling invisibly down the street, the pinkette made her way toward the more occupied region of the city to purchase some much needed supplies. Her intangibility allowed her to enter a general store a block away from the boardwalk and lasted just long enough to startle the shopkeeper with her sudden appearance. Paying her no mind, the teen searched the building until she found what she was looking for. Setting down six more boxes of the super healthy food, along with two gallons of water and a curved yellow fruit, she waited for the nervous woman to do her job.
"W-will that be all, sir?" The woman said, waving a beeping device over each item. Frowning beneath her helmet, Louise nodded. It isn't as if she was making fun of how unfeminine you are, it's just the armor. Seeming to relax, the shopkeeper smiled. "Not that it's any of my business, but shouldn't you be in school?"
"No... and I'm not a man." Was the pinkette's clipped response as she pulled out the last of the money she'd gathered from those pathetic highwaymen.
"O-oh, I'm sorry... it's just... your costume isn't... and your so small I-" Louise cut her off by slamming the money down on the counter-top. Silently fuming as the peasant grovelled, she gathered her purchases and stormed out of the building.
A world of impolite fools. Why must every single peasant comment on my looks? Stupid idiots, the lot of them.
Recasting the spell from earlier, she flew back into the basement of the antique store and sulked. At least Madison had been intelligent enough to send directions without being asked. Passing the time by eating a late breakfast, she filled a bowl with those odd rectangles and water before trying the fruit. It had been an impulsive purchase, but she'd never seen anything like it before and upon tasting it, decided to buy more once she was paid.
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Madison waited anxiously in the parking lot. She really hoped this wasn't a mistake, it would suck if the new girl stood her up after how she'd gloated to Sarah and the twins. Emma and Sophia hadn't been all that interested, what with the whole Shadow Stalker thing, so she'd been forced to find somebody else's face to rub with the fact that she had a cape friend.
Not that she actually thought they were friends, not yet at least, but she hoped this trip would build up some more credit with the girl. Wasn't this what Emma did just before becoming the school queen? It seemed so simple; find a cape, hang out, become untouchable. If she played her cards right, maybe she wouldn't need the other two anymore... but first she needed to find her new bestie.
As if summoned by magic, Louise suddenly appeared in front of her and Madison couldn't help but notice one glaring issue. "You came out of costume?!" She hissed as she looked around to see if anyone noticed the girl's obvious power usage, letting out a breath of relief when it seemed they hadn't.
"Costume?" The pink haired girl asked, tilting her head like a puppy. A retarded puppy that couldn't understand basic concepts. "You mean my armor?"
"Of course I mean your armor!" Holy shit, how dense is this girl. "What if somebody saw you, what were you thinking?"
Louise puffed out her cheeks adorably, totally undermining the 'adult' attitude she displayed in costume. Now that they weren't in the dim lights of a shady dance club, Madison noticed just how much younger the pink haired girl looked... not that she'd mention it, she knew just how it felt to have everyone assume you're a middleschooler when your not and didn't want to ruin her chances. "I was thinking that this outing is intended for purchasing clothing and armor would hinder that effort. Besides, why should I care if the peasants see what I look like."
Fighting not to smirk at the pompous act, Madison headed for the door. "Whatever, just don't blame me if you get outed. By the way..." She began, glaring over her shoulder. "Don't think I forgot about you ditching me at the club."
Louise was unfazed, merely shrugging and trying to hide her curiosity as she looked around. Guiding the girl into a boutique, Madison began to sort through possible outfits. Since the small girl was apparently going to a job interview, she would need something fashionable, yet professional. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be anything in her size that was meant for adults, much less business wear or formal attire. Maybe a more conservative cocktail dress and heels? Surely we could get the dress modified really quick and hide the stitch-work with a nice jacket.
A few minutes later, Madison had what she felt was a nice selection and turned to her not-quite-but-soon-to-be friend and felt her jaw drop. "Hmm... I suppose this one is decent." Louise said, as if she wasn't wearing something straight out of a fairytale.
The dress was a pure white with ruffled cuffs and a long pleated bottom that thinned and flowed as it went down until the excess material looked almost like she was walking through a thick mist. The shoulders had pink and gold embroidery that was far too gaudy to be fashionable and the entire thing would be absolutely horrendous if it wasn't so obviously a child's dress-up outfit. While the pink haired girl was busy admiring herself in the mirror and arranging said hair into several simple styles, Madison spied the discount bin that the monstrosity of a dress must have come from.
"Are you sure that's the one you want?" Madison asked, receiving an absentminded nod in return. Well, she wasn't going to argue with the super powered girl and ruin her chances at getting in her good graces. A moment of rummaging produced a white and gold masquerade mask to match. After all, somebody needed to look out for the idiot if she couldn't do it herself. "I'll just be a moment, then we can do something about your hair."
Taking the tag from the dress, she took it and the mask up to the register and paid around sixty-five dollars for the set as well as some cheap heels. As the two of them left the boutique, Louise in her new ensemble, Madison preened for the cameras as she explained about how expensive it all was and no, there's no need for repayment, what are friends for.
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After grabbing her enchanted breastplate from a nearby alley and stuffing her old clothes into the bag, Louise flew off toward the hospital. The hairdresser did a marvelous job and thankfully intangibility allowed her to fly at full speed without the wind ruining it. Minutes later, she landed outside her destination, stashed her belongings in an unoccupied room on the ground floor, and let her spell fade as she approached the receptionist.
"Good afternoon, I am here to meet with a Dr. Bailey."
The bored looking woman at the desk looked up and blinked at the sight of her. So stunned by her grand appearance was the woman, that it was several moments before a reply was given. "O-oh... Yes, OK. I'll just let him know. Why don't you take a seat and wait for him, OK sweetie?"
Nodding, Louise walked a few paces away and did as instructed. Smiling beatifically as a little boy said she looked like a princess, she folded her hands in her lap and waited.
"-es, I think so. Yes. No, I... I realize you're busy. Look, she's wearing a costume and asked for you specifically."
While Louise pretended not to listen, a priestess entered the building and looked straight at her. Despite her misgivings on religion since meeting her master, Louise gave the hooded woman a smile and a curtsy when she approached. The priestess's red and white garb didn't allow much in the way of body language, but her annoyed sigh and grunted 'whatever' filled in the gaps. Unsure of what to do and not wanting to start a one woman holy war, Louise shuffled awkwardly and waited for the doctor to arrive so that she could have an excuse to leave.
Thankfully, the elevator doors opened and a dark skinned man called out, "Ah, Panacea. If you could escort our new friend here, that would be splendid."
Panacea? Isn't that the healer who's supposed to verify my abilities?
Turning mechanically from the man's beaming smile to the priestess, Louise felt a sense of dread as she realized the situation she was in. This priestess wasn't a priestess at all and now she had to spend even more time with a girl who seemed to loath her for no apparent reason! Things were not going according to plan!
Status: Uninjured.
Magicka: (10400/14000)
Choose 1:
[] Act naive and saccharine, Panacea's favor is vital.
[] If she's going to be discourteous, two can play that game.
[] ABORT! ABORT! ABORT!
[] Write in.
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A/N: 5 hours until Cynric awakens.
Wrapping herself in magicka, the pinkette cast an overpowered Invisibility on herself, putting all of her focus on making sure that the accumulated filth on her clothes was excluded from the effect. With nothing to hold it in place, a small amount of dirt drifted to the floor. Even though she couldn't see herself, she knew it was nowhere near enough to account for how soiled her outfit had looked. Of course I couldn't do it right.
Sighing in disappointment, she contemplated eating some of the Legend-berries, but her dry throat probably wouldn't appreciate that. Deciding to put off eating for the moment, she turned once more toward the more important matter at hand. She had nothing to wear!
Pulling out her phone-datapad-thing, the distinction between the two still remaining unclear, she sent a message to Madison. 'I will be seeking employment at a local hospice within the next few hours and find myself lacking appropriate attire. Your assistance is required immediately.'
'Wat? im @ school. I cant just ditch.' Came the response after several minutes of waiting.
Knowing how eager to please the girl had been last time, Louise answered with, 'Very well, do as you wish. I will simply find somebody more worthy of associating with.'
'W8!' The girl's reply was as predictable as it was immediate. 'ill go! lunch is at 1130 we can hit the mall for a bit'
Deciphering the other girl's horrid grasp of her own native language was hardly a challenge compared to some of the poorly written tomes she'd read at the academy and soon Louise was standing outside her hideout. A simple casting of Mark on the chaise meant she could easily return in an emergency, provided she was willing to use the last Recall scroll. Still, a quick escape option was always useful.
Strolling invisibly down the street, the pinkette made her way toward the more occupied region of the city to purchase some much needed supplies. Her intangibility allowed her to enter a general store a block away from the boardwalk and lasted just long enough to startle the shopkeeper with her sudden appearance. Paying her no mind, the teen searched the building until she found what she was looking for. Setting down six more boxes of the super healthy food, along with two gallons of water and a curved yellow fruit, she waited for the nervous woman to do her job.
"W-will that be all, sir?" The woman said, waving a beeping device over each item. Frowning beneath her helmet, Louise nodded. It isn't as if she was making fun of how unfeminine you are, it's just the armor. Seeming to relax, the shopkeeper smiled. "Not that it's any of my business, but shouldn't you be in school?"
"No... and I'm not a man." Was the pinkette's clipped response as she pulled out the last of the money she'd gathered from those pathetic highwaymen.
"O-oh, I'm sorry... it's just... your costume isn't... and your so small I-" Louise cut her off by slamming the money down on the counter-top. Silently fuming as the peasant grovelled, she gathered her purchases and stormed out of the building.
A world of impolite fools. Why must every single peasant comment on my looks? Stupid idiots, the lot of them.
Recasting the spell from earlier, she flew back into the basement of the antique store and sulked. At least Madison had been intelligent enough to send directions without being asked. Passing the time by eating a late breakfast, she filled a bowl with those odd rectangles and water before trying the fruit. It had been an impulsive purchase, but she'd never seen anything like it before and upon tasting it, decided to buy more once she was paid.
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Madison waited anxiously in the parking lot. She really hoped this wasn't a mistake, it would suck if the new girl stood her up after how she'd gloated to Sarah and the twins. Emma and Sophia hadn't been all that interested, what with the whole Shadow Stalker thing, so she'd been forced to find somebody else's face to rub with the fact that she had a cape friend.
Not that she actually thought they were friends, not yet at least, but she hoped this trip would build up some more credit with the girl. Wasn't this what Emma did just before becoming the school queen? It seemed so simple; find a cape, hang out, become untouchable. If she played her cards right, maybe she wouldn't need the other two anymore... but first she needed to find her new bestie.
As if summoned by magic, Louise suddenly appeared in front of her and Madison couldn't help but notice one glaring issue. "You came out of costume?!" She hissed as she looked around to see if anyone noticed the girl's obvious power usage, letting out a breath of relief when it seemed they hadn't.
"Costume?" The pink haired girl asked, tilting her head like a puppy. A retarded puppy that couldn't understand basic concepts. "You mean my armor?"
"Of course I mean your armor!" Holy shit, how dense is this girl. "What if somebody saw you, what were you thinking?"
Louise puffed out her cheeks adorably, totally undermining the 'adult' attitude she displayed in costume. Now that they weren't in the dim lights of a shady dance club, Madison noticed just how much younger the pink haired girl looked... not that she'd mention it, she knew just how it felt to have everyone assume you're a middleschooler when your not and didn't want to ruin her chances. "I was thinking that this outing is intended for purchasing clothing and armor would hinder that effort. Besides, why should I care if the peasants see what I look like."
Fighting not to smirk at the pompous act, Madison headed for the door. "Whatever, just don't blame me if you get outed. By the way..." She began, glaring over her shoulder. "Don't think I forgot about you ditching me at the club."
Louise was unfazed, merely shrugging and trying to hide her curiosity as she looked around. Guiding the girl into a boutique, Madison began to sort through possible outfits. Since the small girl was apparently going to a job interview, she would need something fashionable, yet professional. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be anything in her size that was meant for adults, much less business wear or formal attire. Maybe a more conservative cocktail dress and heels? Surely we could get the dress modified really quick and hide the stitch-work with a nice jacket.
A few minutes later, Madison had what she felt was a nice selection and turned to her not-quite-but-soon-to-be friend and felt her jaw drop. "Hmm... I suppose this one is decent." Louise said, as if she wasn't wearing something straight out of a fairytale.
The dress was a pure white with ruffled cuffs and a long pleated bottom that thinned and flowed as it went down until the excess material looked almost like she was walking through a thick mist. The shoulders had pink and gold embroidery that was far too gaudy to be fashionable and the entire thing would be absolutely horrendous if it wasn't so obviously a child's dress-up outfit. While the pink haired girl was busy admiring herself in the mirror and arranging said hair into several simple styles, Madison spied the discount bin that the monstrosity of a dress must have come from.
"Are you sure that's the one you want?" Madison asked, receiving an absentminded nod in return. Well, she wasn't going to argue with the super powered girl and ruin her chances at getting in her good graces. A moment of rummaging produced a white and gold masquerade mask to match. After all, somebody needed to look out for the idiot if she couldn't do it herself. "I'll just be a moment, then we can do something about your hair."
Taking the tag from the dress, she took it and the mask up to the register and paid around sixty-five dollars for the set as well as some cheap heels. As the two of them left the boutique, Louise in her new ensemble, Madison preened for the cameras as she explained about how expensive it all was and no, there's no need for repayment, what are friends for.
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After grabbing her enchanted breastplate from a nearby alley and stuffing her old clothes into the bag, Louise flew off toward the hospital. The hairdresser did a marvelous job and thankfully intangibility allowed her to fly at full speed without the wind ruining it. Minutes later, she landed outside her destination, stashed her belongings in an unoccupied room on the ground floor, and let her spell fade as she approached the receptionist.
"Good afternoon, I am here to meet with a Dr. Bailey."
The bored looking woman at the desk looked up and blinked at the sight of her. So stunned by her grand appearance was the woman, that it was several moments before a reply was given. "O-oh... Yes, OK. I'll just let him know. Why don't you take a seat and wait for him, OK sweetie?"
Nodding, Louise walked a few paces away and did as instructed. Smiling beatifically as a little boy said she looked like a princess, she folded her hands in her lap and waited.
"-es, I think so. Yes. No, I... I realize you're busy. Look, she's wearing a costume and asked for you specifically."
While Louise pretended not to listen, a priestess entered the building and looked straight at her. Despite her misgivings on religion since meeting her master, Louise gave the hooded woman a smile and a curtsy when she approached. The priestess's red and white garb didn't allow much in the way of body language, but her annoyed sigh and grunted 'whatever' filled in the gaps. Unsure of what to do and not wanting to start a one woman holy war, Louise shuffled awkwardly and waited for the doctor to arrive so that she could have an excuse to leave.
Thankfully, the elevator doors opened and a dark skinned man called out, "Ah, Panacea. If you could escort our new friend here, that would be splendid."
Panacea? Isn't that the healer who's supposed to verify my abilities?
Turning mechanically from the man's beaming smile to the priestess, Louise felt a sense of dread as she realized the situation she was in. This priestess wasn't a priestess at all and now she had to spend even more time with a girl who seemed to loath her for no apparent reason! Things were not going according to plan!
Status: Uninjured.
Magicka: (10400/14000)
Choose 1:
[] Act naive and saccharine, Panacea's favor is vital.
[] If she's going to be discourteous, two can play that game.
[] ABORT! ABORT! ABORT!
[] Explode the lobby and flee under invisibility.
[] Write in.
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A/N: 5 hours until Cynric awakens.
- Location
- behind you
[X] Act naive and saccharine, Panacea's favor is vital.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Oh, you sweet summer child... Well, I suppose you can't touch them if they are vaporized.
[X] Stick to being businesslike(or whatever Faultline acted like seemed to be the norm for mercenaries), you provide healing, you get renumeration.
Why the panic? We are here for the job, and by Master Cynric's beard we will have it!
...does Cynric have a beard?
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- Location
- Down Under
[X] Act naive and saccharine, Panacea's favor is vital.
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
On The Homefront
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- Location
- The Server Farm
After a day and a half of constant hit and run attacks, X-com finally had time to relax. Not one to waste such an opportunity, Emogene followed the many members of the organization as they quickly made their way to the half-constructed mess hall. The place was built from a double stack of HESCO barriers in an excavated section of the base and roofed with sheet metal.
The initial attack that alerted everyone had been thwarted by those magical mines that Pinky set up. The poor sods didn't even know what hit them. After that, the ninja girl was ordered to periodically check the perimeter for hostiles and the hunt was on. Granger spent half a day picking off wanna-be snipers from atop the command center until one of the locals dropped some sort of miniaturized nuclear bomb on the wizard's tower. With six dead and nearly twice as many injured from the building's collapse, as well as the comms dish getting knocked down, they couldn't afford to sit on their haunches and wait until the enemy ran out of bodies.
Strike One, such as it was now, was sent out fully loaded in power armor and heavy weapons. Four psuedo-Spartan walking tanks left the base at full speed, their constant 24Km per hour sprint easily running down the bastards dumb enough to attack their new home. Rather than slaughter the lot of them, Strike One captured them and even now they were being treated to Vahlen's hospitality... Emogene almost felt bad for them, but not quite. Not when the rest of the 'Gunners' in that shanty town to the South almost killed her by detonating a nuclear powered lorry in her face. Her armor was practically half melted now and she would need several treatments for the scarring, but she made sure to pay them back by flattening their little fiefdom.
Their powered armor, while not nearly as durable as X-com's, was more than a match for troopers in kevlar and carapace armor even without the advance tech. Over a dozen energy weapons among them and a man portable nuclear weapon meant this world was far more dangerous than command had though, having assumed the place was basically a bombed out version of the Earth they were accustomed to. A few casualties among the less armored support was a fair price to pay for weakening a major threat. These Gunners were far to organized and equipped to just be a small band of raider, so she didn't believe they'd seen the last of them, but that was Vahlen's concern.
Sipping at her single allotted glass of bourbon, she tried to ignore Martin's rambling as he complained to the shell-shocked girl beside him... Hanada or something, she didn't really care that much at the moment. Why was the man so intent on his big brother act toward all the little brats? He wasn't even any good at it, the girl had lost an arm to an anti-material round when the snipers realized they weren't getting return fire and here the berk was whining about how Pinky ruined his porn stash. Emogene may not exactly have had a normal childhood, but seriously?
"-ere's three things you don't do to a man; steal his woman, steal his drink, and mess with hi-"
Slamming her depressingly empty glass on the table, Granger growled, "By God man, we get it, now how about you take out your tampon and shut up already!"
"Well excuse me if I'm a bit upset that she burns all my stuff after I've been nothing but nice to her." The man-child pouted.
Motioning discreetly toward the glassy eyed girl... maybe, it was hard to tell with her weird eyes... Granger glared at him. "That was days ago, get over it. Some of us have real problems to deal with and you're not helping."
"Yeah, 'cuz you're such a kind and understanding person. Ha, that'll be the day. Unlike somebody I know, I actually know how to talk to people off duty, so don't preach to me about helping when you don't know the first thing about relating to others, Puta."
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Cattleya wiped the sweat from her brow as she finished closing her patient's wounds. She'd spent the afternoon assisting the blonde chirurgeon in removing shrapnel from soldiers and fixing shattered bones in the children who were caught underneath the Sigil tower. The sight of such wounds was nauseating at first, but she dealt with it as best she could. If little Louise could handle such sights, then it would be rather pathetic not to do so herself. Even if her healing spells were so much less effective than Louise's golden magic.
The elder Valliere sister shook her head in disgust. How could she possibly be feeling jealous of her little sister when the poor girl's struggles finally bore fruit. It wasn't like she couldn't learn as well, she just needed to ask, Louise even said she'd teach her. Though that was a while ago and she still hasn't mentioned it again... Maybe she doesn't want to. I can't really blame her for wanting to keep it to herself so she can feel as special as I've always said she was.
Putting away her wand, Cattleya tried to cast aside those thoughts and asked, "Is that the last of the patients, doctor?"
"Yup, that's it." The blonde said, putting her arms over her head and popping her back. "I'll see you lat-"
The sound of shouting and violence interrupted the doctor's words and the two of them rushed to look outside. The dining area was enveloped in what appeared to be a drunken brawl. Odd, considering Cattleya knew for a fact that alcohol was being rationed just as strictly as everything else until the first harvest was complete. If this was how bad they were now, she hesitated to think what they'd be like in the future. It was almost enough to make her stop using her magic to speed up the crop growth. Not that she would, the people here needed so many different things that she couldn't really justify withholding food as well.
Sighing, she pulled her wand back out and resigned herself to another night of healing until she collapsed from exhaustion. Even cured of her illness, it seemed some things remained the same.
The initial attack that alerted everyone had been thwarted by those magical mines that Pinky set up. The poor sods didn't even know what hit them. After that, the ninja girl was ordered to periodically check the perimeter for hostiles and the hunt was on. Granger spent half a day picking off wanna-be snipers from atop the command center until one of the locals dropped some sort of miniaturized nuclear bomb on the wizard's tower. With six dead and nearly twice as many injured from the building's collapse, as well as the comms dish getting knocked down, they couldn't afford to sit on their haunches and wait until the enemy ran out of bodies.
Strike One, such as it was now, was sent out fully loaded in power armor and heavy weapons. Four psuedo-Spartan walking tanks left the base at full speed, their constant 24Km per hour sprint easily running down the bastards dumb enough to attack their new home. Rather than slaughter the lot of them, Strike One captured them and even now they were being treated to Vahlen's hospitality... Emogene almost felt bad for them, but not quite. Not when the rest of the 'Gunners' in that shanty town to the South almost killed her by detonating a nuclear powered lorry in her face. Her armor was practically half melted now and she would need several treatments for the scarring, but she made sure to pay them back by flattening their little fiefdom.
Their powered armor, while not nearly as durable as X-com's, was more than a match for troopers in kevlar and carapace armor even without the advance tech. Over a dozen energy weapons among them and a man portable nuclear weapon meant this world was far more dangerous than command had though, having assumed the place was basically a bombed out version of the Earth they were accustomed to. A few casualties among the less armored support was a fair price to pay for weakening a major threat. These Gunners were far to organized and equipped to just be a small band of raider, so she didn't believe they'd seen the last of them, but that was Vahlen's concern.
Sipping at her single allotted glass of bourbon, she tried to ignore Martin's rambling as he complained to the shell-shocked girl beside him... Hanada or something, she didn't really care that much at the moment. Why was the man so intent on his big brother act toward all the little brats? He wasn't even any good at it, the girl had lost an arm to an anti-material round when the snipers realized they weren't getting return fire and here the berk was whining about how Pinky ruined his porn stash. Emogene may not exactly have had a normal childhood, but seriously?
"-ere's three things you don't do to a man; steal his woman, steal his drink, and mess with hi-"
Slamming her depressingly empty glass on the table, Granger growled, "By God man, we get it, now how about you take out your tampon and shut up already!"
"Well excuse me if I'm a bit upset that she burns all my stuff after I've been nothing but nice to her." The man-child pouted.
Motioning discreetly toward the glassy eyed girl... maybe, it was hard to tell with her weird eyes... Granger glared at him. "That was days ago, get over it. Some of us have real problems to deal with and you're not helping."
"Yeah, 'cuz you're such a kind and understanding person. Ha, that'll be the day. Unlike somebody I know, I actually know how to talk to people off duty, so don't preach to me about helping when you don't know the first thing about relating to others, Puta."
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Cattleya wiped the sweat from her brow as she finished closing her patient's wounds. She'd spent the afternoon assisting the blonde chirurgeon in removing shrapnel from soldiers and fixing shattered bones in the children who were caught underneath the Sigil tower. The sight of such wounds was nauseating at first, but she dealt with it as best she could. If little Louise could handle such sights, then it would be rather pathetic not to do so herself. Even if her healing spells were so much less effective than Louise's golden magic.
The elder Valliere sister shook her head in disgust. How could she possibly be feeling jealous of her little sister when the poor girl's struggles finally bore fruit. It wasn't like she couldn't learn as well, she just needed to ask, Louise even said she'd teach her. Though that was a while ago and she still hasn't mentioned it again... Maybe she doesn't want to. I can't really blame her for wanting to keep it to herself so she can feel as special as I've always said she was.
Putting away her wand, Cattleya tried to cast aside those thoughts and asked, "Is that the last of the patients, doctor?"
"Yup, that's it." The blonde said, putting her arms over her head and popping her back. "I'll see you lat-"
The sound of shouting and violence interrupted the doctor's words and the two of them rushed to look outside. The dining area was enveloped in what appeared to be a drunken brawl. Odd, considering Cattleya knew for a fact that alcohol was being rationed just as strictly as everything else until the first harvest was complete. If this was how bad they were now, she hesitated to think what they'd be like in the future. It was almost enough to make her stop using her magic to speed up the crop growth. Not that she would, the people here needed so many different things that she couldn't really justify withholding food as well.
Sighing, she pulled her wand back out and resigned herself to another night of healing until she collapsed from exhaustion. Even cured of her illness, it seemed some things remained the same.
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- Location
- The Server Farm
Louise: Master Cynric? The kind old wizard who's always helpful and supportive? Are you sure we're talking about the same person?
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Had it occured to her to ask Master Cynric? The man has already indicated some willingness to teach her (although I shudder to remember the last bout of teachings), and I have no doubt he'd appreciate more people with the knowledge of Greater Healing who are indebted to him.
Seeing how Cattleya is the last semi-important character who also is not entirely deranged, maybe we can put her in a more prominent position among the main cast.
Unseelie
(Verified True Fae)
- Location
- Tír fo Thuinn
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Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Ah, I see you require more information to truly understand... as you wish. Cynric's beard ranges between Mephistopheles and Saruman in length depending on whether or not it has taken damage. Lacking in elemental resistance, his facial hair is extremely weak to incendiary attacks and tends to require trimming after magical combat. Needless to say, this beard is no stranger to the need for adaptation in the face of adversity. Though he was born with dark brown hair, the years have not helped and despite still maintaining a full head of hair, much of it is losing color at this point in his life. Were he given the chance to restore it back to it's once pristine state, he would decline on the grounds that old men are generally perceived as less of a threat.Please be more specific:
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
None currently, but there's potential for some in other worlds oddly enough. Space based ones specifically, though you could always try to magic up some strange beard related spell.
Louise The Saint
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Whatever the girl's reason for her foul mood, it didn't bode well to make a bad impression on the person whose opinion was necessary for the job. Loathe as she is to admit it, Louise couldn't deny that her appearance did indeed lend itself to acting like a sweet and innocent child. Surely the professional healer would be more inclined to think positively about a little girl that just wanted to help. It's necessary, Louise, just get it over with.
Suppressing her resentment, the pinkette smiled brightly and followed Panacea into the elevator. Once the doors closed, the doctor pressed a button and she took the opportunity to spout some cheerful nonsense. "It's ever so wonderful to meet you both!"
"The pleasure's all mine. Healing capes are so rare, it's amazing to think we would have a second one show up in town." Dr. Bailey said with equal cheer as he looked to Panacea, who was just staring at her phone. With a sigh, the man asked, "I know your lawyer already made arrangements for your payment if this works out, but was there anything else you needed?"
Panacea looked up at that and asked in apparent outrage, "You're getting paid to heal people?"
Of course, what kind of imbecile would waste their time healing commoners for no gain? Rather than voice her thoughts, she forced her lip to quiver and put on her best Hinata impression. "I-I..." Deep breath and shudder. "I don't want to, but my grandfather... we need the money." With Panacea growing suitably guilty, Louise returned her attention to the doctor. "Could I... If it wouldn't be too much trouble that is... Could I ask for a supply of quartz crystals?"
"Er... I guess, I'll need to talk with our procurement guys since that's kind of an odd request, but I think we can arrange somethi-" Latching onto the man's waist in an impulsive hug, Louise swallowed her disgust and gushed appreciatively. Stepping back and acting sheepish, she didn't need to fake the blush on her cheeks as Panacea stifled her laughter.
Drifting into silence as she contemplated murdering the witnesses to her humiliation, she hardly noticed when the doors opened and the group made their way down the hall. Shortly afterward, they arrived in a room with several people awaiting treatment. Bailey explained something or other about liability, collected paperwork from the patients, and then finally addressed Louise.
"We've asked for volunteers with a variety of health issues to come forth." The man gestured around the room. There was an old man whose leg was missing from the knee down, a little girl with an eye patch, a few people who looked perfectly fine, an obese woman hooked up to a strange machine, and an androgynous individual who was lacking in both hair and weight. "Before we get started, I'd like to ask if there are any limitations that you know of on your power."
Rocking from heel to toe, Louise hummed and put a dainty finger to her chin. "Nope!" She said with an exaggerated pop. Giving her biggest grin to the gathered subjects, she explained, "I can heal anyone! although... I guess I do need a potion for icky germs and stuff, I don't know the spell for those."
The indulgent smiles directed her way were aggravating, but she did her best to ignore them as she reached out with her gloved hands and cast Grand Heal. The golden light washed over everyone and gradually healed the visible damage. Panacea hurried around to check on each patient after a moment of shock. The commoners murmured excitedly, but she paid them no mind, opting to approach the obese woman instead.
Inspecting the woman, she noted the small tubes full of blood that were stuck to her patient's arms. Maintaining the spell, Louise grasped the tiny hoses and ripped them out, earning an alarmed cry and a splattering of blood to the front of her body. Disregarding the woman's complaints as she looked down at the ruined state of her new dress, the pinkette sighed.
How would she explain this to Madison? The girl had spent a lot of money on the dress and even if Louise didn't much care for the girl, her pride as a noble would be stained if she didn't repay her debts... which would be fine now that she was almost guaranteed employment, but it was now a debt for something she couldn't even reuse. Maybe one of the local nobles knows a cleaning spell that will work on blood.
Throughout her musing, the pink haired teen maintained her spell. It only took a minute before she felt it was enough. Looking to Panacea and nodding, she listened for the other girl's approval. "Well, other than the infectious diseases and Miss Gardner's leukemia, which I fixed, I'd say this was a success."
"So there's no abnormal effects?" Bailey asked with obvious delight. The man was like an open book with his emotions, it was kind of pathetic.
"None that I can see." The healer answered in a slightly happier tone than anything Louise had heard from her so far. "She said she couldn't do diseases and her power doesn't seem to make cancer any worse, it just kinda ignores it from what I could tell. I don't see any signs of long term influence, so unless you want to send everyone here to the PRT for M/S, I'd say she's clear to heal people."
The next ten minutes passed in a flurry of hugs, handshakes, well wishes, and other pointless frivolity with the newly restored peasants. Honestly, they weren't her subjects so she didn't really care. It wasn't like their gratitude made her feel happy or anything. Thankfully Doctor Bailey was thoughtful enough to allow Louise to leave and she did so with haste. Waiting in the hall for the man to finish up and announce his approval to this 'lawyer' of hers, she was about to message Faultline about removing bloodstains when she felt somebody approaching from behind. Turning back toward the room, she saw Panacea freeze mid-step and give an awkward wave.
"Hey... uh... Sorry about... y'know, being kind of a bitch." Panacea said with a shrug. "You aren't the first to claim healing powers, a bunch of people try it as an excuse to meet me, so... yeah, no hard feelings?"
"Watch your language!" She reprimanded with finger raised before continuing. "Don't be silly, feelings can't be hard." Poking the girl on the nose, Louise giggled innocently. Watching the healer flinch and fidget was almost worth the act.
"Right. Well, anyways... I'm not actually supposed to be here today and I'm not doing anything, so I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch or something." Ignoring the fact that it's well past time for lunch, the girl looked decidedly uncomfortable for whatever reason.
Status: Healthy.
Magicka: (7400/14000)
Choose 1:
[] Accept.
[] Refuse, there are more important things to do.
If refuse choose at least 1:
[] Return to the antique shop and trap the area.
[] Stalk Panacea to try and discover her disposition.
[] Infiltrate the castle in the bay.
[] Find-
[] Spend time with Madison.
[] Write in.
Suppressing her resentment, the pinkette smiled brightly and followed Panacea into the elevator. Once the doors closed, the doctor pressed a button and she took the opportunity to spout some cheerful nonsense. "It's ever so wonderful to meet you both!"
"The pleasure's all mine. Healing capes are so rare, it's amazing to think we would have a second one show up in town." Dr. Bailey said with equal cheer as he looked to Panacea, who was just staring at her phone. With a sigh, the man asked, "I know your lawyer already made arrangements for your payment if this works out, but was there anything else you needed?"
Panacea looked up at that and asked in apparent outrage, "You're getting paid to heal people?"
Of course, what kind of imbecile would waste their time healing commoners for no gain? Rather than voice her thoughts, she forced her lip to quiver and put on her best Hinata impression. "I-I..." Deep breath and shudder. "I don't want to, but my grandfather... we need the money." With Panacea growing suitably guilty, Louise returned her attention to the doctor. "Could I... If it wouldn't be too much trouble that is... Could I ask for a supply of quartz crystals?"
"Er... I guess, I'll need to talk with our procurement guys since that's kind of an odd request, but I think we can arrange somethi-" Latching onto the man's waist in an impulsive hug, Louise swallowed her disgust and gushed appreciatively. Stepping back and acting sheepish, she didn't need to fake the blush on her cheeks as Panacea stifled her laughter.
Drifting into silence as she contemplated murdering the witnesses to her humiliation, she hardly noticed when the doors opened and the group made their way down the hall. Shortly afterward, they arrived in a room with several people awaiting treatment. Bailey explained something or other about liability, collected paperwork from the patients, and then finally addressed Louise.
"We've asked for volunteers with a variety of health issues to come forth." The man gestured around the room. There was an old man whose leg was missing from the knee down, a little girl with an eye patch, a few people who looked perfectly fine, an obese woman hooked up to a strange machine, and an androgynous individual who was lacking in both hair and weight. "Before we get started, I'd like to ask if there are any limitations that you know of on your power."
Rocking from heel to toe, Louise hummed and put a dainty finger to her chin. "Nope!" She said with an exaggerated pop. Giving her biggest grin to the gathered subjects, she explained, "I can heal anyone! although... I guess I do need a potion for icky germs and stuff, I don't know the spell for those."
The indulgent smiles directed her way were aggravating, but she did her best to ignore them as she reached out with her gloved hands and cast Grand Heal. The golden light washed over everyone and gradually healed the visible damage. Panacea hurried around to check on each patient after a moment of shock. The commoners murmured excitedly, but she paid them no mind, opting to approach the obese woman instead.
Inspecting the woman, she noted the small tubes full of blood that were stuck to her patient's arms. Maintaining the spell, Louise grasped the tiny hoses and ripped them out, earning an alarmed cry and a splattering of blood to the front of her body. Disregarding the woman's complaints as she looked down at the ruined state of her new dress, the pinkette sighed.
How would she explain this to Madison? The girl had spent a lot of money on the dress and even if Louise didn't much care for the girl, her pride as a noble would be stained if she didn't repay her debts... which would be fine now that she was almost guaranteed employment, but it was now a debt for something she couldn't even reuse. Maybe one of the local nobles knows a cleaning spell that will work on blood.
Throughout her musing, the pink haired teen maintained her spell. It only took a minute before she felt it was enough. Looking to Panacea and nodding, she listened for the other girl's approval. "Well, other than the infectious diseases and Miss Gardner's leukemia, which I fixed, I'd say this was a success."
"So there's no abnormal effects?" Bailey asked with obvious delight. The man was like an open book with his emotions, it was kind of pathetic.
"None that I can see." The healer answered in a slightly happier tone than anything Louise had heard from her so far. "She said she couldn't do diseases and her power doesn't seem to make cancer any worse, it just kinda ignores it from what I could tell. I don't see any signs of long term influence, so unless you want to send everyone here to the PRT for M/S, I'd say she's clear to heal people."
The next ten minutes passed in a flurry of hugs, handshakes, well wishes, and other pointless frivolity with the newly restored peasants. Honestly, they weren't her subjects so she didn't really care. It wasn't like their gratitude made her feel happy or anything. Thankfully Doctor Bailey was thoughtful enough to allow Louise to leave and she did so with haste. Waiting in the hall for the man to finish up and announce his approval to this 'lawyer' of hers, she was about to message Faultline about removing bloodstains when she felt somebody approaching from behind. Turning back toward the room, she saw Panacea freeze mid-step and give an awkward wave.
"Hey... uh... Sorry about... y'know, being kind of a bitch." Panacea said with a shrug. "You aren't the first to claim healing powers, a bunch of people try it as an excuse to meet me, so... yeah, no hard feelings?"
"Watch your language!" She reprimanded with finger raised before continuing. "Don't be silly, feelings can't be hard." Poking the girl on the nose, Louise giggled innocently. Watching the healer flinch and fidget was almost worth the act.
"Right. Well, anyways... I'm not actually supposed to be here today and I'm not doing anything, so I was wondering if you wanted to grab lunch or something." Ignoring the fact that it's well past time for lunch, the girl looked decidedly uncomfortable for whatever reason.
Status: Healthy.
Magicka: (7400/14000)
Choose 1:
[] Accept.
[] Refuse, there are more important things to do.
If refuse choose at least 1:
[] Return to the antique shop and trap the area.
[] Stalk Panacea to try and discover her disposition.
[] Infiltrate the castle in the bay.
[] Find-
[] Vista
[] Victoria
[] Taylor
[] Victoria
[] Taylor
[] Spend time with Madison.
[] Write in.
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- Location
- Nazi prison
[X] Accept.
-[X] but first. Find somewhere private to cackle laugh. This is working perfectly.
-[X] but first. Find somewhere private to cackle laugh. This is working perfectly.
Vicjer
The One Who Knows Less Than Nothing
- Location
- The Space Between Spaces
[X] Refuse, there are more important things to do.
-[X] Return to the antique shop and trap the area.
I don't want to go with Amy. That would likely lead to running into Victoria. I don't want that. It sounds horribly unpleasant for everyone involved, and I don't think Louise really needs more trauma.
I'm tired of seeing this puppy get kicked. It's gone from sad, to funny, and back around to sad again.
-[X] Return to the antique shop and trap the area.
I don't want to go with Amy. That would likely lead to running into Victoria. I don't want that. It sounds horribly unpleasant for everyone involved, and I don't think Louise really needs more trauma.
I'm tired of seeing this puppy get kicked. It's gone from sad, to funny, and back around to sad again.
