A Conjuror's journey
Barnes
Laughing on the outside, laughing on the inside
- Location
- Definetly not my parent's basement
[X] Accept.
-[X] but first. Find somewhere private to cackle laugh. This is working perfectly.
I predict that this will end up with getting ensnarled in the Undersider's bank job. Which I'm not necessarily against, but oh boy I don't see how Tattletale is going to survive a conversation with Louise. Verbal combat will turn into regular combat like woah and that girl thing is incredibly explode-able.
Though depending on how quickly Cynric moves, it could end up with Louise meeting Vicky just as Cynric and company pop in for an extraction. Vicky meeting Spider-Vicky would be nicely surreal.
-[X] but first. Find somewhere private to cackle laugh. This is working perfectly.
I predict that this will end up with getting ensnarled in the Undersider's bank job. Which I'm not necessarily against, but oh boy I don't see how Tattletale is going to survive a conversation with Louise. Verbal combat will turn into regular combat like woah and that girl thing is incredibly explode-able.
Though depending on how quickly Cynric moves, it could end up with Louise meeting Vicky just as Cynric and company pop in for an extraction. Vicky meeting Spider-Vicky would be nicely surreal.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
[X] Accept.
-[X] but first. Find somewhere private to cackle laugh. This is working perfectly.
Louise has discovered and weaponized the power of Moe. Good for her, because her previous act didn't work at all.
Now, let's see if she can learn about tsundere, and achieve total domination over the hearts and minds that no spell can match.
Surely Espinoza's 'meems' must be good for something!
-[X] but first. Find somewhere private to cackle laugh. This is working perfectly.
Louise has discovered and weaponized the power of Moe. Good for her, because her previous act didn't work at all.
Now, let's see if she can learn about tsundere, and achieve total domination over the hearts and minds that no spell can match.
Surely Espinoza's 'meems' must be good for something!
Closing The Day With Amy
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Reaching out and grasping both of Panacea's hands in her own, Louise forced an excited squeal and all but shouted, "Really? Of course I will!"
Smiling brightly, she maintained her hold and did her best not to laugh as she watched the other girl become more and more uncomfortable. After almost an entire minute, during which Panacea kept trying to subtly pull away, Louise let go with one hand. Pulling the other girl down the hall while skipping, she pushed the healer into the elevator and childishly hummed along with the monotonous music.
"So... do tacos sound okay to you?" Panacea asked.
Nodding rapidly, the pinkette replied, "I don't know what that is, but sure!"
"You've never had tacos?" Panacea sounded oddly concerned. Perhaps it was a common food and she had just given herself away? Well, it was too late now.
Shaking her head to the point that her hair whipped back and forth, Louise decided that if these taco things were that important to the locals, she would just need to say she was a foreigner. "Grandfather and I just moved to the city recently."
"Oh, you poor thing. Don't worry, we'll fix this travesty." The other girl said, wiping a fake tear from her cheek. Louise didn't understand, but she nodded excitedly anyway... only partly faking it, as she hadn't had a filling meal in a while. That sugary breakfast food wasn't very satisfying, no matter how nutritious it supposedly was.
When the door finally opened to admit them to the ground floor, Louise skipped out and declared, "I left my stuff in the other room, wait for me outside?"
Not bothering to wait for an actual response, she made her way to the room where she'd stashed her bag. Checking the hall to make sure nobody was coming, she stepped inside and pressed her back against the door. Sinking to the ground, the pinkette let out a long sigh. Pretending to be some childish waif was exhausting. Who knew smiling so much could be so painful.
Massaging her sore cheeks, Louise couldn't help but giggle. The way everybody was fooled by such a simple act was dreadfully funny. The poor fools were already undoubtedly enamored by her false persona. Gripping her bag tightly, her giggles grew to a soft laughter until finally she burst out in full blown cackling.
Heal a few peasants, smile brightly, and the clueless idiots don't even bother to question it. Everything was going perfe- A woman in a thin green shirt and pants combo was peaking out from behind the partitions surrounding one of the beds. The two blinked in unison before the woman leaned back behind the curtain.
Blushing, Louise fled the room in embarrassment.
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Amy Dallon was conflicted.
On the one hand, this new healer was much more powerful than her and would make her life so much less stressful. With someone willing and able to heal injuries much faster than she herself could, Amy would only need to focus on things like infectious diseases and cancer. Hell, the new girl could apparently make some sort of drink to heal diseases too, so even that might not be her responsibility for long. She could be free!
Free to slack off without feeling bad because some kid with cancer was slowly dying while she enjoyed herself. Free to live her life outside of the emotionally crushing environment of the the city's various hospitals and clinics. Free from the burden of a power she never even wanted in the first place.
On the other, she couldn't help but feel guilty about knowingly pushing her burden onto a little girl so full of life and wonder. Sure, the girl's inextinguishable cheer while covered in blood brought the terrifying image of Bonesaw to mind, but the difference was that Bonesaw wouldn't have gotten that way from helping someone. Even if the chastisement for swearing was the same as well. A bunch of kids are like that, it's how responsible parents raise their children.
Ignoring the discomforting parallels her twisted mind had drawn, she knew it was wrong to feel joy at the inevitable suffering this kid would have to deal with in her stead. Once people knew what she could do, she'd be swarmed by kinds of people looking to use her caring nature. Eventually that compassion that drove her to help people, even if she needed payment to help her grandpa, it would wither and die. Amy would know, seeing as how she'd experienced it herself. She wasn't ever as bright and annoyingly cheerful as her current companion as far as she could remember, but that didn't make it alright to kill someone else's childhood.
Shaking her head to clear away such depressing thoughts as Louise ignored her instructions again, Amy picked up her third taco. Sure, she of all people knew it wasn't really healthy, but it wasn't like she had to watch her figure for anyone... the only person that could make her do so would never be interested anyway. Shoving half the thing in her mouth and biting down with more force than necessary, she watched the other girl struggle.
Honestly, trying to eat a taco with a fork and knife was just ridiculous. Apparently manners were a big thing in her family and Louise had been uncharacteristically waspish when pressed to just use her hands. What kind of cape name was Louise anyway? Surely the girl wasn't using her actual name, right? Licking the grease from her fingers, she decided to ask.
"So, what's with your name?" Wow Amy, way to be tactful.
Louise just tilted her head in confusion and replied, "My name? Why, is it weird?"
Crapbaskets. "No, no... of course not. I was just wondering why you chose it."
"Chose? But I didn't... Oh, right! You people use titles." Louise, who apparently was just that naive, slammed a fist into her open palm. "Oops?"
"Oops? Oops, she says." Amy laughed humorlessly. "You're joking right? Do you know how dangerous that is?!"
Unconcerned, the little girl just went back to breaking her taco shell with a fork. "You're being silly again! Of course it's not dangerous, nobody even knows who I am."
Amy wondered at that. Even if she tried to save Louise from herself and make her give up healing people, she doubted the girl would listen. The brat would probably dig her heels in and refuse any suggestion in the future. No, maybe it'd be better to let her dig her own grave and just be a mentor of sorts... try to swap out her metaphorical backhoe with a plastic spork or something.
"Are you sure that absolutely no one knows? What about your grandfather? Have you thought about his safety?"
"Nobody can defeat M- my grandfather!" The pink haired cape said with certainty. "Besides, he doesn't even know I'm here, so he's perfectly safe."
Slapping a hand on her face at that bit of childish logic, Amy decided to try a different tactic. "How about we come up with a nice cape name together, does that sound like fun?"
For a moment she could have sworn the girl was sneering at her, but the look was gone with such speed that it was probably just her projecting her own reaction to being treated that way. Louise's excited babbling only confirmed it and Amy almost laughed at herself. Rather than actually debate cape names with a kid Vista's age, she chose to lead with the one that any girly girl like the one before her would approve of. "How about we just call you Princess when you're in costume?"
An awkward silence followed and just as Amy was convinced she'd made a mistake somehow, the girl launched herself across the table and wrapped her little arms tightly around her waist. Whatever Louise was saying was muffled by Amy's robe, so she patted the girl on her back and waited.
Eventually the pink haired girl, pushed herself away and her bright smile was infectious. Grinning back at the unsuspecting brat, Amy was tempted to reach out and see if her hair color was natural, despite how it obviously wasn't. Thankfully the impulse was easily crushed with years of practice just in time for her phone to go off. Looking at the caller ID, she sighed and motioned for silence before answering.
"Hey sis?" Vicky said nervously. "Are you busy?"
Feeling a pit form in her stomach, Amy hesitantly replied, "Sort of, why?"
"I uh... had an accident."
Fuck! "Again?"
"It's not my fault, I'm totally in the right this time!" Amy was about to reply when Vicky interrupted. "I was visiting Crystal at school and this skinhead beat one of her classmates bad enough to send her to the ER."
"Did you see him do it?" She asked, patiently waiting for an answer that didn't come. "So you chased down some guy with a shaved head on a suspicion and now you need me to clean up your mess. Again."
"Can you just get here, please?" Vicky begged, knowing she'd get her way. She always did. "I'm at Spayder and Rock, there's this little road that runs behind the buildings. Downtownish"
"I can find it." Amy sighed.
"Thanks Ames, I owe you one." Her sister gushed before hanging up.
You owe me six. The healer thought bitterly. Just when things were starting to look up... somewhat. Ignoring the fact you're was condemning a little girl to a terrible fate, willing though she might be. "Hey, I gotta go now, something came up."
"That's OK!" Louise replied as Amy signaled for the waiter to come over. The girl was still struggling to eat her food in the least efficient way possible. Slapping down her debit card, she signed the receipt and stood up before giving in and plucking a hair from the girl's head. "Ah! what was that for?!"
Sticking her tongue out at the tearful expression of betrayal she received, Amy focused on the hair. "Huh, it's natural."
"I could have told you that if you asked!"
"Don't be such a baby, it didn't hurt that bad." But now I just want to touch more of you to find out why it's pink. Weird thoughts aside, it couldn't hurt to be nice to the girl she was sacrificing on the altar of heroism. "Why not come with me to the bank tomorrow? You're going to need somewhere to put the money you earn as a cape and I need to go there anyway, so it wouldn't be a problem."
Choose 1:
[] Accept her offer.
[] Decline, why get directly involved when Faultline can surely handle such trivial matters. The next day would be better spent:
[] POV Switch: Cynric.
[] Write in.
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A/N: Amy likes tacos.
Smiling brightly, she maintained her hold and did her best not to laugh as she watched the other girl become more and more uncomfortable. After almost an entire minute, during which Panacea kept trying to subtly pull away, Louise let go with one hand. Pulling the other girl down the hall while skipping, she pushed the healer into the elevator and childishly hummed along with the monotonous music.
"So... do tacos sound okay to you?" Panacea asked.
Nodding rapidly, the pinkette replied, "I don't know what that is, but sure!"
"You've never had tacos?" Panacea sounded oddly concerned. Perhaps it was a common food and she had just given herself away? Well, it was too late now.
Shaking her head to the point that her hair whipped back and forth, Louise decided that if these taco things were that important to the locals, she would just need to say she was a foreigner. "Grandfather and I just moved to the city recently."
"Oh, you poor thing. Don't worry, we'll fix this travesty." The other girl said, wiping a fake tear from her cheek. Louise didn't understand, but she nodded excitedly anyway... only partly faking it, as she hadn't had a filling meal in a while. That sugary breakfast food wasn't very satisfying, no matter how nutritious it supposedly was.
When the door finally opened to admit them to the ground floor, Louise skipped out and declared, "I left my stuff in the other room, wait for me outside?"
Not bothering to wait for an actual response, she made her way to the room where she'd stashed her bag. Checking the hall to make sure nobody was coming, she stepped inside and pressed her back against the door. Sinking to the ground, the pinkette let out a long sigh. Pretending to be some childish waif was exhausting. Who knew smiling so much could be so painful.
Massaging her sore cheeks, Louise couldn't help but giggle. The way everybody was fooled by such a simple act was dreadfully funny. The poor fools were already undoubtedly enamored by her false persona. Gripping her bag tightly, her giggles grew to a soft laughter until finally she burst out in full blown cackling.
Heal a few peasants, smile brightly, and the clueless idiots don't even bother to question it. Everything was going perfe- A woman in a thin green shirt and pants combo was peaking out from behind the partitions surrounding one of the beds. The two blinked in unison before the woman leaned back behind the curtain.
Blushing, Louise fled the room in embarrassment.
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Amy Dallon was conflicted.
On the one hand, this new healer was much more powerful than her and would make her life so much less stressful. With someone willing and able to heal injuries much faster than she herself could, Amy would only need to focus on things like infectious diseases and cancer. Hell, the new girl could apparently make some sort of drink to heal diseases too, so even that might not be her responsibility for long. She could be free!
Free to slack off without feeling bad because some kid with cancer was slowly dying while she enjoyed herself. Free to live her life outside of the emotionally crushing environment of the the city's various hospitals and clinics. Free from the burden of a power she never even wanted in the first place.
On the other, she couldn't help but feel guilty about knowingly pushing her burden onto a little girl so full of life and wonder. Sure, the girl's inextinguishable cheer while covered in blood brought the terrifying image of Bonesaw to mind, but the difference was that Bonesaw wouldn't have gotten that way from helping someone. Even if the chastisement for swearing was the same as well. A bunch of kids are like that, it's how responsible parents raise their children.
Ignoring the discomforting parallels her twisted mind had drawn, she knew it was wrong to feel joy at the inevitable suffering this kid would have to deal with in her stead. Once people knew what she could do, she'd be swarmed by kinds of people looking to use her caring nature. Eventually that compassion that drove her to help people, even if she needed payment to help her grandpa, it would wither and die. Amy would know, seeing as how she'd experienced it herself. She wasn't ever as bright and annoyingly cheerful as her current companion as far as she could remember, but that didn't make it alright to kill someone else's childhood.
Shaking her head to clear away such depressing thoughts as Louise ignored her instructions again, Amy picked up her third taco. Sure, she of all people knew it wasn't really healthy, but it wasn't like she had to watch her figure for anyone... the only person that could make her do so would never be interested anyway. Shoving half the thing in her mouth and biting down with more force than necessary, she watched the other girl struggle.
Honestly, trying to eat a taco with a fork and knife was just ridiculous. Apparently manners were a big thing in her family and Louise had been uncharacteristically waspish when pressed to just use her hands. What kind of cape name was Louise anyway? Surely the girl wasn't using her actual name, right? Licking the grease from her fingers, she decided to ask.
"So, what's with your name?" Wow Amy, way to be tactful.
Louise just tilted her head in confusion and replied, "My name? Why, is it weird?"
Crapbaskets. "No, no... of course not. I was just wondering why you chose it."
"Chose? But I didn't... Oh, right! You people use titles." Louise, who apparently was just that naive, slammed a fist into her open palm. "Oops?"
"Oops? Oops, she says." Amy laughed humorlessly. "You're joking right? Do you know how dangerous that is?!"
Unconcerned, the little girl just went back to breaking her taco shell with a fork. "You're being silly again! Of course it's not dangerous, nobody even knows who I am."
Amy wondered at that. Even if she tried to save Louise from herself and make her give up healing people, she doubted the girl would listen. The brat would probably dig her heels in and refuse any suggestion in the future. No, maybe it'd be better to let her dig her own grave and just be a mentor of sorts... try to swap out her metaphorical backhoe with a plastic spork or something.
"Are you sure that absolutely no one knows? What about your grandfather? Have you thought about his safety?"
"Nobody can defeat M- my grandfather!" The pink haired cape said with certainty. "Besides, he doesn't even know I'm here, so he's perfectly safe."
Slapping a hand on her face at that bit of childish logic, Amy decided to try a different tactic. "How about we come up with a nice cape name together, does that sound like fun?"
For a moment she could have sworn the girl was sneering at her, but the look was gone with such speed that it was probably just her projecting her own reaction to being treated that way. Louise's excited babbling only confirmed it and Amy almost laughed at herself. Rather than actually debate cape names with a kid Vista's age, she chose to lead with the one that any girly girl like the one before her would approve of. "How about we just call you Princess when you're in costume?"
An awkward silence followed and just as Amy was convinced she'd made a mistake somehow, the girl launched herself across the table and wrapped her little arms tightly around her waist. Whatever Louise was saying was muffled by Amy's robe, so she patted the girl on her back and waited.
Eventually the pink haired girl, pushed herself away and her bright smile was infectious. Grinning back at the unsuspecting brat, Amy was tempted to reach out and see if her hair color was natural, despite how it obviously wasn't. Thankfully the impulse was easily crushed with years of practice just in time for her phone to go off. Looking at the caller ID, she sighed and motioned for silence before answering.
"Hey sis?" Vicky said nervously. "Are you busy?"
Feeling a pit form in her stomach, Amy hesitantly replied, "Sort of, why?"
"I uh... had an accident."
Fuck! "Again?"
"It's not my fault, I'm totally in the right this time!" Amy was about to reply when Vicky interrupted. "I was visiting Crystal at school and this skinhead beat one of her classmates bad enough to send her to the ER."
"Did you see him do it?" She asked, patiently waiting for an answer that didn't come. "So you chased down some guy with a shaved head on a suspicion and now you need me to clean up your mess. Again."
"Can you just get here, please?" Vicky begged, knowing she'd get her way. She always did. "I'm at Spayder and Rock, there's this little road that runs behind the buildings. Downtownish"
"I can find it." Amy sighed.
"Thanks Ames, I owe you one." Her sister gushed before hanging up.
You owe me six. The healer thought bitterly. Just when things were starting to look up... somewhat. Ignoring the fact you're was condemning a little girl to a terrible fate, willing though she might be. "Hey, I gotta go now, something came up."
"That's OK!" Louise replied as Amy signaled for the waiter to come over. The girl was still struggling to eat her food in the least efficient way possible. Slapping down her debit card, she signed the receipt and stood up before giving in and plucking a hair from the girl's head. "Ah! what was that for?!"
Sticking her tongue out at the tearful expression of betrayal she received, Amy focused on the hair. "Huh, it's natural."
"I could have told you that if you asked!"
"Don't be such a baby, it didn't hurt that bad." But now I just want to touch more of you to find out why it's pink. Weird thoughts aside, it couldn't hurt to be nice to the girl she was sacrificing on the altar of heroism. "Why not come with me to the bank tomorrow? You're going to need somewhere to put the money you earn as a cape and I need to go there anyway, so it wouldn't be a problem."
Choose 1:
[] Accept her offer.
[] Decline, why get directly involved when Faultline can surely handle such trivial matters. The next day would be better spent:
[] Fortifying the antique shop.
[] Healing for money.
[] Finding Vicky's friend Vista.
[] Healing for money.
[] Finding Vicky's friend Vista.
[] POV Switch: Cynric.
[] Write in.
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A/N: Amy likes tacos.
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- Location
- Down Under
[X] Accept her offer.
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I guess you could eat a soft tacos with a knife and fork, hard tacos would just end up being really messy.
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I guess you could eat a soft tacos with a knife and fork, hard tacos would just end up being really messy.
- Location
- Earth
[X] Accept her offer.
- Location
- Portland
[X] Accept her offer.
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Exactly!
Though the real thing to note about this chapter is that Louise's increased Dex allowed her to skip while wearing high heels.
[X] Accept her offer.
So she does.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
I... ah. Huh.
I look forward to where it will lead us. With horror and fascination in equal measure.
Do continue.
[X] Accept her offer.
See, Louise? If you are nice to people, people... are nice... to you too...
*crosses out Moe from the list of things to try that might not lead to genocide* And I had great hopes for this one!
I look forward to where it will lead us. With horror and fascination in equal measure.
Do continue.
[X] Accept her offer.
See, Louise? If you are nice to people, people... are nice... to you too...
*crosses out Moe from the list of things to try that might not lead to genocide* And I had great hopes for this one!
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PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Come now, she hasn't killed anyone yet. Though when it comes to hope, I believe Eomer said it best.
- Location
- Vancouver
[X] Accept her offer.
Well, this can only go well for everyone involved.
I wondered whether anyone else would pick up or react to the decidedly Bonesaw vibe she gave off there. Oh Amy, if only you knew everything she'd done. Louise would probably fit in quite well with the slaughterhouse 9. Jack may not have perfect manipulation of her given she doesn't have a shard, but he's had over twenty years experience, he could still probably get her to work with the others when needed.
Well, this can only go well for everyone involved.
I wondered whether anyone else would pick up or react to the decidedly Bonesaw vibe she gave off there. Oh Amy, if only you knew everything she'd done. Louise would probably fit in quite well with the slaughterhouse 9. Jack may not have perfect manipulation of her given she doesn't have a shard, but he's had over twenty years experience, he could still probably get her to work with the others when needed.
- Location
- Nazi prison
[X] Accept her offer.
A Trip To The Bank
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
The next day found Louise at the Brockton Bay Central Bank, which despite it's poor attempt to make her think otherwise, was not a castle. Sure, it had crenelations and six floors of height going for it, but that was it. There couldn't have even been more than ten guards. No self respecting lord would suffer such a poorly defended bastion.
Standing anxiously on the steps as she waited for Panacea, who apparently wanted to be called Amy when out of her priestess attire, the pinkette frowned down at herself. She hadn't been able to get the bloodstains out of the dress because yet, but it was still better than wearing her grime and sweat coated outfit... It wasn't like she absolutely needed the armor anyway, the only thing it provided that her magic didn't was flight. Still, the constant tingling sensation of the crowd had her on edge and if the stupid peasants didn't stop trying to touch her or ask if she was hurt, she was going to snap.
"Oh dear, are you alright sweetie?" "Where are your parents?" "That's just adorable, are you gonna be a super hero?" "Jesus Christ kid, is that blood?!" "Aww... mommy's little princess came to see the castle?"
The imbeciles just wouldn't leave her alone. Backing up against the wall didn't help much since she could still feel the people on the other side. As she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out her growing rage, she heard a familiar voice.
"You really shouldn't wear that anymore unless you wash the blood out first." Opening one eye, she saw Amy making her way up the steps. Her priestess garb had been replaced with a simple shirt and trouser combo, leaving her curly brown hair free to bounce around in the breeze. Something about her freckled face seemed familiar. "Hey, you don't need to be embarrassed about it."
"I'm not embarrassed!" Louise growled and put her hands on her hips.
"Right, you're just blushing for no reason." The healer said with a laugh.
I'm red with fury, not embarrassment! "Eh he... yes, no reason at all."
"Come on, I just need to take care of some stuff and then we'll get your account set up."
Following the other girl inside and out of the light rain, Louise sighed at how pathetic she must seem. Thankfully nobody from the academy would ever hear about how she'd been acting lately, that would be absolutely mortifying... at least Master Cynric and the others would understand that it was just an act, but those insipid classmates of hers couldn't possibly understand such a thing. Why, the mere notion that someone like Zerbst could grasp a concept more complicated than carnal desires was laughable. No doubt the slag would titter and gossip without even making an attempt at higher reas-
"Are you alright? You're not getting sick are you?" Amy asked as she closed her parasol and reached out.
Brushing aside her concern, metaphorically as well as physically, Louise shook her head. Now was not the time to get distracted. One wrong move and Amy might see through the charade. "I'm fine." She said with a shy smile. "Just... thinking about school."
"Oh yeah, you just moved here recently." The healer said as the two of them took their place in line behind an old woman with a jar of copper coins. "Do you know what school you're going to? I here Clarendon is nice."
Not knowing any of the other options, she shrugged. "Yeah, I guess... I'm just nervous. What if nobody likes me?"
Smiling gently, Amy didn't seem to notice the lack of actual answer to her question. "I'm... sure you don't have anything to worry about."
The way she said it, she might have actually been convincing. If she'd been speaking with a gullible child, that is. "Thank you." Louise said quietly. It was too late to take back what she's said and she didn't want to seem odd by changing from the topic she brought up, so she tried being somewhat truthful. "I never had many friends."
Damn it, too truthful! Don't look at me like that, I don't want your pity!
"I'm sorry." Panacea replied softly, reaching toward the pinkette before retracting her hand. "Me neither."
"Really? But you're so nice and you heal people!" Louise cried out in horribly exaggerated shock. Honestly, if yesterday was any indication, the she couldn't blame people for avoiding Amy. The girl's eating habits were absolutely revolting.
Amy shrugged as if unconcerned. "I don't really have much free time to spend with friends. Besides, everyone's either looking at me for my powers or too focused on my sister to notice me."
Nodding sagely, Louise said, "I understand completely."
A dull thud came from one of the interior doors, but nobody else seemed to pay it any mind, so Louise ignored it as Amy raised an eyebrow with a look of amusement. "You mean you have a gorgeous sister that all the boys flock to as well?"
"Uh huh." Was the pinkette's reply. "Everyone's always staring at Cattleya's stupid fat chest like it's some kind of treasure."
"I know, right?! Vicky always bounces around with effortless perfection and I just want to punch everyone that looks at her in the face!" Amy agreed in a hushed voice.
"Gah, I hate that!" Louise growled, clutching the other girl's hands excitedly. "Only one man ever looked at me with interest and that was because we to be marri... wait, did you say Vick-"
The door to the rear of the building flew open as three demonic beasts entered the room. Bone burst from their skin, spraying blood and fur everywhere as the beasts rapidly grew larger. Whatever was to come next remained a mystery as the world fell into darkness. There was no light. There was no sound. Everything felt cold and she could only keep her sense of direction due to the tingling sensation that she usually hated.
Eventually the darkness parted and a group of strangely dressed people entered the room. An obvious noble led the way, his lithe figure swathed in fine Romalian attire and a mask and silver coronet combination sat atop his black hair. Following their leader was a tall figure in strange armor with yellow eyes and an undead creature clad in black leather. The last to enter was an odd pair, stocky woman in a canine mask beside a blonde harlot who apparently thought clothing was meant to hide only the color of the wearer's skin rather than their shape. It was absolutely scandalous for someone to go out in public dressed in such a manner, even the flesh peddler she'd left attending Master Cynric's cow left more to the imagination than this woman's outfit.
As Louise was about to berate the trollop for forcing everyone to look upon her disgusting mounds of blubber, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her down to the floor. "Louise, don't ev-"Amy whispered harshly before a different voice cut her off.
"Fifteen minutes," The yellow eyed knight declared. "We won't be here any longer than that. Stay put, stay quiet, we'll be gone before fifteen minutes are up. You'll be free to give your statement to the police and then go about your day as usual. This isn't a TV show, this isn't a movie. If you're thinking about being a hero, don't. You'll only get yourself or someone else hurt."
Raising one hand, the armored figure displayed a small black and red spider, causing a chill to run up Louise's spine. "If you are thinking about running, making a phone call or getting in our way, this is a good reason to reconsider. This little creature and her one hundred sisters that I just brought into this room are under my complete control." As if to confirm her claim, the spider dropped from her finger tip on a line of silk. Despite her time with Victoria, she still didn't like bugs and here was a mage who could control the creepy creatures.
"She's a black widow spider. A single bite has been known to kill a full grown human, or put them into a coma. You move, talk, try to find or kill the spiders I just put on your bodies, in your clothes, in your hair? I'll know in split second, and I'll tell them to bite you several times."
That... that was rather terrifying for such a small creature. Not she couldn't simply use Ebonyflesh to prevent the arachnids from biting her, but it did seem to justify her completely rational fear of bugs. Staring into the jaundiced eyes of her supposed captor, Louise pondered whether or not it would be worthwhile to fight back. She did have a persona to maintain after all and these people had already stated their intentions to leave everyone unmolested as long as there was no resistance.
Status: Healthy.
Magicka: (12600/14000)
Choose 1:
[] Meh, I can take 'em.
[] Fifteen minutes isn't that long to wait, just let them do their business.
[] POV Switch: Cynric.
[] Write in.
A/N: Skitter's dialogue comes straight from canon. Missing magicka is due to invis/intangibility being used to get to the bank without getting seen or rained on. You could have kept Amy away from this fateful event if you'd chosen to accept and not actually show up, she would have waited on the steps and been locked out of the building when the Undersiders showed up.
Standing anxiously on the steps as she waited for Panacea, who apparently wanted to be called Amy when out of her priestess attire, the pinkette frowned down at herself. She hadn't been able to get the bloodstains out of the dress because yet, but it was still better than wearing her grime and sweat coated outfit... It wasn't like she absolutely needed the armor anyway, the only thing it provided that her magic didn't was flight. Still, the constant tingling sensation of the crowd had her on edge and if the stupid peasants didn't stop trying to touch her or ask if she was hurt, she was going to snap.
"Oh dear, are you alright sweetie?" "Where are your parents?" "That's just adorable, are you gonna be a super hero?" "Jesus Christ kid, is that blood?!" "Aww... mommy's little princess came to see the castle?"
The imbeciles just wouldn't leave her alone. Backing up against the wall didn't help much since she could still feel the people on the other side. As she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out her growing rage, she heard a familiar voice.
"You really shouldn't wear that anymore unless you wash the blood out first." Opening one eye, she saw Amy making her way up the steps. Her priestess garb had been replaced with a simple shirt and trouser combo, leaving her curly brown hair free to bounce around in the breeze. Something about her freckled face seemed familiar. "Hey, you don't need to be embarrassed about it."
"I'm not embarrassed!" Louise growled and put her hands on her hips.
"Right, you're just blushing for no reason." The healer said with a laugh.
I'm red with fury, not embarrassment! "Eh he... yes, no reason at all."
"Come on, I just need to take care of some stuff and then we'll get your account set up."
Following the other girl inside and out of the light rain, Louise sighed at how pathetic she must seem. Thankfully nobody from the academy would ever hear about how she'd been acting lately, that would be absolutely mortifying... at least Master Cynric and the others would understand that it was just an act, but those insipid classmates of hers couldn't possibly understand such a thing. Why, the mere notion that someone like Zerbst could grasp a concept more complicated than carnal desires was laughable. No doubt the slag would titter and gossip without even making an attempt at higher reas-
"Are you alright? You're not getting sick are you?" Amy asked as she closed her parasol and reached out.
Brushing aside her concern, metaphorically as well as physically, Louise shook her head. Now was not the time to get distracted. One wrong move and Amy might see through the charade. "I'm fine." She said with a shy smile. "Just... thinking about school."
"Oh yeah, you just moved here recently." The healer said as the two of them took their place in line behind an old woman with a jar of copper coins. "Do you know what school you're going to? I here Clarendon is nice."
Not knowing any of the other options, she shrugged. "Yeah, I guess... I'm just nervous. What if nobody likes me?"
Smiling gently, Amy didn't seem to notice the lack of actual answer to her question. "I'm... sure you don't have anything to worry about."
The way she said it, she might have actually been convincing. If she'd been speaking with a gullible child, that is. "Thank you." Louise said quietly. It was too late to take back what she's said and she didn't want to seem odd by changing from the topic she brought up, so she tried being somewhat truthful. "I never had many friends."
Damn it, too truthful! Don't look at me like that, I don't want your pity!
"I'm sorry." Panacea replied softly, reaching toward the pinkette before retracting her hand. "Me neither."
"Really? But you're so nice and you heal people!" Louise cried out in horribly exaggerated shock. Honestly, if yesterday was any indication, the she couldn't blame people for avoiding Amy. The girl's eating habits were absolutely revolting.
Amy shrugged as if unconcerned. "I don't really have much free time to spend with friends. Besides, everyone's either looking at me for my powers or too focused on my sister to notice me."
Nodding sagely, Louise said, "I understand completely."
A dull thud came from one of the interior doors, but nobody else seemed to pay it any mind, so Louise ignored it as Amy raised an eyebrow with a look of amusement. "You mean you have a gorgeous sister that all the boys flock to as well?"
"Uh huh." Was the pinkette's reply. "Everyone's always staring at Cattleya's stupid fat chest like it's some kind of treasure."
"I know, right?! Vicky always bounces around with effortless perfection and I just want to punch everyone that looks at her in the face!" Amy agreed in a hushed voice.
"Gah, I hate that!" Louise growled, clutching the other girl's hands excitedly. "Only one man ever looked at me with interest and that was because we to be marri... wait, did you say Vick-"
The door to the rear of the building flew open as three demonic beasts entered the room. Bone burst from their skin, spraying blood and fur everywhere as the beasts rapidly grew larger. Whatever was to come next remained a mystery as the world fell into darkness. There was no light. There was no sound. Everything felt cold and she could only keep her sense of direction due to the tingling sensation that she usually hated.
Eventually the darkness parted and a group of strangely dressed people entered the room. An obvious noble led the way, his lithe figure swathed in fine Romalian attire and a mask and silver coronet combination sat atop his black hair. Following their leader was a tall figure in strange armor with yellow eyes and an undead creature clad in black leather. The last to enter was an odd pair, stocky woman in a canine mask beside a blonde harlot who apparently thought clothing was meant to hide only the color of the wearer's skin rather than their shape. It was absolutely scandalous for someone to go out in public dressed in such a manner, even the flesh peddler she'd left attending Master Cynric's cow left more to the imagination than this woman's outfit.
As Louise was about to berate the trollop for forcing everyone to look upon her disgusting mounds of blubber, a pair of hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her down to the floor. "Louise, don't ev-"Amy whispered harshly before a different voice cut her off.
"Fifteen minutes," The yellow eyed knight declared. "We won't be here any longer than that. Stay put, stay quiet, we'll be gone before fifteen minutes are up. You'll be free to give your statement to the police and then go about your day as usual. This isn't a TV show, this isn't a movie. If you're thinking about being a hero, don't. You'll only get yourself or someone else hurt."
Raising one hand, the armored figure displayed a small black and red spider, causing a chill to run up Louise's spine. "If you are thinking about running, making a phone call or getting in our way, this is a good reason to reconsider. This little creature and her one hundred sisters that I just brought into this room are under my complete control." As if to confirm her claim, the spider dropped from her finger tip on a line of silk. Despite her time with Victoria, she still didn't like bugs and here was a mage who could control the creepy creatures.
"She's a black widow spider. A single bite has been known to kill a full grown human, or put them into a coma. You move, talk, try to find or kill the spiders I just put on your bodies, in your clothes, in your hair? I'll know in split second, and I'll tell them to bite you several times."
That... that was rather terrifying for such a small creature. Not she couldn't simply use Ebonyflesh to prevent the arachnids from biting her, but it did seem to justify her completely rational fear of bugs. Staring into the jaundiced eyes of her supposed captor, Louise pondered whether or not it would be worthwhile to fight back. She did have a persona to maintain after all and these people had already stated their intentions to leave everyone unmolested as long as there was no resistance.
Status: Healthy.
Magicka: (12600/14000)
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[] Meh, I can take 'em.
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[] Fifteen minutes isn't that long to wait, just let them do their business.
[] POV Switch: Cynric.
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A/N: Skitter's dialogue comes straight from canon. Missing magicka is due to invis/intangibility being used to get to the bank without getting seen or rained on. You could have kept Amy away from this fateful event if you'd chosen to accept and not actually show up, she would have waited on the steps and been locked out of the building when the Undersiders showed up.
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Neither precog nor other thinker powers know about magic until it's seen in use by an active shard. To Tattletale, Louise is a possible cape in a slightly bloody outfit near Amy Dallon.
Vicjer
The One Who Knows Less Than Nothing
- Location
- The Space Between Spaces
[X] Hmm. Spiders.
-[X] Nope.
--[X] Cast Flame Cloak.
---[X]Then cast Flame Everything Else. Burn this whole fucking building down. It's the only way to be sure.
----[X] In the resulting chaos, use your Scroll of Recall to get the hell out of there. You very much doubt that the authorities will appreciate your wanton destruction (no matter how much those horrible creatures justify it!).
Now, some might call this an overreaction. I just call it the appropriate response to weaponized spiders.
-[X] Nope.
--[X] Cast Flame Cloak.
---[X]Then cast Flame Everything Else. Burn this whole fucking building down. It's the only way to be sure.
----[X] In the resulting chaos, use your Scroll of Recall to get the hell out of there. You very much doubt that the authorities will appreciate your wanton destruction (no matter how much those horrible creatures justify it!).
Now, some might call this an overreaction. I just call it the appropriate response to weaponized spiders.
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- Location
- Down Under
[X] Fifteen minutes isn't that long to wait, just let them do their business.
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Its only Nobles playing/visiting/teaching peasants (the peasants here really are rude) we should just leave them alone (its not like 15 minutes is that long).
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Its only Nobles playing/visiting/teaching peasants (the peasants here really are rude) we should just leave them alone (its not like 15 minutes is that long).
- Location
- US
It's not about the magic, it's about the killing, the death, the genocide, the wars, the attitude towards others. She's a cape with unknown powers, who has been through some serious shit and doesn't care who she has to kill in order to follow her master's orders. That would scare the crap out of Lisa.