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Organization Pt 4:
I finish polishing the new wood that I've laid alone the floorboards, in spite of it being a frankly pointless effort the boards were perfect before I put them in place and sit back to look back at my handy work.
One thing I didn't expect was that the house would be virtually
unlivable, the clever bastard got one last laugh in on me for the amount I paid. But by the time I noticed we had already got all the things for people to live in. I mean, I thought it was just the dark that made it look a little run down but in the sunlight, I could finally see the extent of my misjudgement.
First, anything metal was rusted to the point where I was forced to have the ring fabricate new parts from the metals I had from the meteor, thank god none of it was tungsten or else I'd have been properly screwed.
Next half of everything wooden was moulded, rotten or both. That was solved with a bit of ring magic collecting wood of similar composition. refashioning it into what the ring calculates would be the approximate size and shape of whatever anything was supposed to be. As well as actual magic once Medea stopped yelling at me, I should probably plan things out more and frankly get an idea of what I want to do.
I mean I don't really know enough about type-moon products to predict the outcomes of me messing around too much, along with my concerning tendency to flick between absolute rationality and indulgent sadism.
M-
more than you know.
Ring reset normal mental parameters.
I mean If I have too many ripples then the world, no was it Gaia? Might send a counter guardian after me or something, saying nothing of the dead apostle ancestors. If they came after me I'm pretty sure my options are 'hope I'm their type' and hold on for dear life and I certainly don't like those odds.
Medea enters the room with something of an annoyed smile on her face, the type a parent has before snapping.
"I'm sorry."
She doesn't respond for a moment before overcoming her anger, releasing it with a sigh.
"William is there likely to be any other 'unforeseen issues'"
She states the cheery inflexion at the end of sentence seeming like the thinnest of masks. I bite down my initial reason of 'if I knew they wouldn't be unforeseen' and attempt to think of any off the top of my head and hold my right hand just in front of me as if counting something off.
"Rin and Luvia might turn up at any moment after their bosses figure out who I am and try to kill or capture us, there's better than average odds that my mind is falling apart before my metaphorical mind's eye and Illyas father is a quite accomplished assassin who might take exception to our existence.
"
She closes her eyes for a moment while see probably contemplates my response.
"If your mind falls apart any contingencies you make will be pointless, what makes you think that's happening."
I inwardly let off a sigh of relief that I'm not getting berated again followed by apprehension at having to spill my guts. I suppose now's a good a time as any to sort that mess out. Honestly, I don't think that's reasonable, if she wanted to, she could probably pull those thoughts from my mind by force.
"Right, so not too long ago I killed my first man-
"
She raises an eyebrow and I brush it off.
"-Oh, he probably deserved death, he was attempting to burn some 'innocents' in a cage-
"
Well as innocent as anyone is I suppose, wait would she have a problem with that?
"-after which I collapsed and was promptly sick.
"
Her expression sours.
"I remember reading and hearing stories of young warriors feeling a similar way before and after a battle, although I never imagined such a strong reaction."
I nod, bouncing my left leg apprehensively on the ground. She'd have been around a fair few Greek heroes with Jason at least a few of them would probably have mentioned something like this, but I don't know if the stories would've mentioned it.
"Right, right except this was more of slaughtering them than any kind of great battle. But the important part in since then something has been nagging at the back of my mind.
"
She crosses her arms and thinks for a moment.
"What exactly is it?"
I scratch my head and think for a minute, ok it's ok this is unlikely to bleed into anyone else's view of me, stay calm.
"I think whatever it is it's trying to speak to me, before, earlier I could hear it clearly as a voice, but now it sounds… distant? Indistinct? Suppressed? I'm not sure.
"
"So that's what's causing you distress and causing us to be in these situations?"
I feel like saying 'almost certainly not I'm always this disorganized' is a good way to end up even further up on one of the most powerful mages 'alive' right now's shitlist.
I give out another sigh pull out a few chairs and gesture to the other one.
"If we're gonna talk we might as well do it properly.-
"
I suppose If I can trust anyone it'll be the witch of betrayal right? I take a seat and gesture for her to join me.
"-this might take a while.
"
She takes a seat across from me.
"Well, now you have my attention."
A sly smile spreads across her face.
That's not a good sign, is it?
