Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
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[X] Keep following Ilya's instructions.
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Flandre's Quest (Touhou) World - (Madness Quest)
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Maid's Afternoon
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
[X] Keep following Ilya's instructions.
The meal continues without incident. Everyone seemed to like their treats, too … or else they're excellent liars, but you're pretty sure you'd be able to tell if they were. When everyone is finished, Ilya sits up and clears her throat. "Thank you all for coming," she begins, and you - and everyone else, of course - nod your head politely. Ilya smiles. "I had thought that I would be able to give you more specific directions about what to do, but I'm not sure that would be a good idea. You all know what needs to be done and how best to go about it; I could give you directives, but I don't think they would be in the best interests of the mansion. So, if you would be so good as to return to your previous duties, I would be most pleased with everyone." On the one hand, that's quite nice of her, but on the other, she could still put more thought into herself. "Oh, and if I could speak with you for a minute after you clean up, Remilia?" Your eyes widen a little at that, and you see Patchouli stiffen for a moment. You were going to clean up, but if Ilya wants Remilia to do it ….
"Of course, Head Maid Illyasviel," your sister says, grinning lightly and curtsying. Patchouli relaxes at Deis's light touch and the two of them precede Illyasviel and Koakuma. After a glance at your sister as she starts clearing the table cheerfully, you follow Ilya and Leysritt out into the hallway. Ilya looks thoughtful as she stares at the shuttered windows, barely noticing Sella and Meiling's respectful withdrawal. Remilia walks out a few minutes later, and Ilya looks up at her.
"There are … two things I want you to do before you return to your duties," she says. You spot movement out of the corner of your eye and see a dancing broom and several cloth-wielding bats chasing away a squad of fairy maids. The only question is if she was cleaning during the meal or if they're just animated and she didn't have to do anything. Knowing your sister … either is possible. Ilya doesn't seem to notice them, though, so you stay quiet. "The first thing is - your and Flan's outfits are cute, but you don't look like maids. You could take off the aprons and no one would suspect anything! So, because you two are maids and should look the part, I must ask that you change your outfits to something more maid-like." She gives Remilia a stern look, but after a moment Remilia simply smiles and curtsies.
"Oh, very well. Flan, close your eyes." You close your eyes reflexively before snapping them open - you didn't have to close them before! But the change is already made - Remilia is now wearing a more traditional black-and-white maid uniform, as are you. Short skirt, maid headdress, cuffs, choker, apron … Ilya sighs contentedly and leans back in her chair, then reaches out and tries to pull you into her. You simply 'fall over,' floating so you're horizontal and your head is resting on her shoulder, but then Leysritt hauls you over and pushes you down so you're lying across Ilya's lap like an overgrown floppy cat. For some reason, Remilia doesn't move to help you. You'll have to remember that.
"… Thank you, Remilia. Now, could you please do something about the gazebo?" You twist around and rub your head against Ilya's side.
"Of course, Head Maid Illyasviel." No curtsy this time, and her smile isn't as gentle as it was before, but she walks past you toward the entry hall. You look after her, wondering why she's so upset, and then Leysritt turns the wheelchair and begins following her. Remilia seems to be storming, gliding elegantly, and marching emotionlessly, all at once, and you wonder what everyone else sees. Ilya, at least, doesn't seem to see anything out of the ordinary - but when Ershin turns at the maybe-impressive entrance, it freezes for a moment before dashing out one of the other doors. Remilia walks under the gazebo and looks around, apparently making sure she's situated in a specific location … and after a moment of intense concentration, a maid appears in front of her. You blink. Black stockings, green dress, apron, headdress … and a strange amulet-like thing. Wait, she's the girl from the party, the one with the cat-youkai! The hat falls from where it had been on the gazebo, and the girl shakes herself and runs to pick it up before glaring at Remilia. That's right, she did say she didn't like Remilia … but it seems she doesn't want to be here anymore, because instead of staying and being polite, she turns and escapes through the front door. You hop off of Ilya's lap and fly to the door, watching as the strange girl flies out, over the gate and away from the mansion. Remilia dusts her hands. "Well, that's done with."
"You … you turned someone into a gazebo?" You spin around to see Ilya staring gape-mouthed at your sister. Remilia nods.
"Yes. That's not too difficult, by itself - now, making sure that her mind is preserved properly such that she is able to be turned back to herself, that is difficult. Patchouli can explain the particulars. Have you any particular wishes for my return to work?" You frown at your sister; she seems grumpy now, and you can sort of understand why - transforming that girl into a gazebo was punishment for her entering the mansion unwanted, and Ilya made her change her back - but it's not really fair to Ilya, since Remilia didn't explain why. And really, all Ilya did was ask her to 'do something' about it, so she could have just moved it or something else! … Probably, anyway.
"Um, no, I don't think so. Well - do the fairy maids have their own jobs that they take care of? If they don't, would you mind making sure they're doing something helpful?" Remilia grins wickedly and you wonder what Sakuya's going to come back to.
"Of course, Head Maid Illyasviel. I'll be certain to make sure they're working properly." She quickly curtsies and withdraws, flying deeper into the mansion. Ilya looks after her.
"Flan … did I make a mistake at the end?" You nuzzle her cheek.
"I think it'll be fine. So, are we going to keep having a tour of the mansion?" After a moment her head shakes almost imperceptibly.
"Not a tour, no. Could … could you just take me through the mansion? Like a surprise inspection." You pull away and look at her.
"I could. If you want to take a break and just relax somewhere quiet, we could do that, too." She hesitates, then nods. "Your room?" Another nod, and you fly along beside her to her suite. You help her sit in the couch near the door, let her lean against you … hold her as she falls into a trembling sleep. She relaxes after a minute, but it's still worrying, and you debate whether or not to get Sella. Is she just worn out? Is she getting sick? Is it because of some weirdness with having an alternate Doppelgänger in close proximity? But … neither Remilia nor Patchouli said anything, so maybe she really is just tired ….
You worry off and on for ten minutes, almost resolving to send Leysritt to get Sella, when Ilya jerks awake. She looks around, then up at you, and blushes. "Um, I didn't mean to … um, sorry." You hug her close.
"Are you okay?" She nods, smiling brightly.
"I'm fine, Flan. Anyway, let's go inspect!" Leysritt brings the wheelchair and you lead them on a meandering course through the mansion … with your clones scouting invisibly, so you can lead Ilya to slackers if you find any. But it seems that whatever Remilia did, it has the fairy maids working cheerfully - some are even whistling or humming! - and you occasionally cross paths with a bat on a mission. Once you even run across a hallway of dancing brooms fighting against a giant dust-monster! … At least until you walk in, at which point the brooms scatter and the dust-monster falls into an inanimate pile in the middle of the floor, occasionally added to by a hard-working broom. Ilya gives the hallway an unreadable look and suggests you back away, quietly.
Eventually you look out a window to see how high the sun is - maybe an hour before the sun goes down. Maybe you should suggest retreating to the kitchen? Depending on when, exactly, Remilia's spell is going to wear off, you probably won't be able to have another meal with everyone as maids, but you could still get most of it ready. Or maybe just something for you, Ilya, and Leysritt?
What do you do?
[ ] Suggest going to the kitchen.
- [ ] Start making a meal for everyone.
- [ ] Make something for just the three of you.
[ ] Other?
DM Note: Maid Pictures again.
The meal continues without incident. Everyone seemed to like their treats, too … or else they're excellent liars, but you're pretty sure you'd be able to tell if they were. When everyone is finished, Ilya sits up and clears her throat. "Thank you all for coming," she begins, and you - and everyone else, of course - nod your head politely. Ilya smiles. "I had thought that I would be able to give you more specific directions about what to do, but I'm not sure that would be a good idea. You all know what needs to be done and how best to go about it; I could give you directives, but I don't think they would be in the best interests of the mansion. So, if you would be so good as to return to your previous duties, I would be most pleased with everyone." On the one hand, that's quite nice of her, but on the other, she could still put more thought into herself. "Oh, and if I could speak with you for a minute after you clean up, Remilia?" Your eyes widen a little at that, and you see Patchouli stiffen for a moment. You were going to clean up, but if Ilya wants Remilia to do it ….
"Of course, Head Maid Illyasviel," your sister says, grinning lightly and curtsying. Patchouli relaxes at Deis's light touch and the two of them precede Illyasviel and Koakuma. After a glance at your sister as she starts clearing the table cheerfully, you follow Ilya and Leysritt out into the hallway. Ilya looks thoughtful as she stares at the shuttered windows, barely noticing Sella and Meiling's respectful withdrawal. Remilia walks out a few minutes later, and Ilya looks up at her.
"There are … two things I want you to do before you return to your duties," she says. You spot movement out of the corner of your eye and see a dancing broom and several cloth-wielding bats chasing away a squad of fairy maids. The only question is if she was cleaning during the meal or if they're just animated and she didn't have to do anything. Knowing your sister … either is possible. Ilya doesn't seem to notice them, though, so you stay quiet. "The first thing is - your and Flan's outfits are cute, but you don't look like maids. You could take off the aprons and no one would suspect anything! So, because you two are maids and should look the part, I must ask that you change your outfits to something more maid-like." She gives Remilia a stern look, but after a moment Remilia simply smiles and curtsies.
"Oh, very well. Flan, close your eyes." You close your eyes reflexively before snapping them open - you didn't have to close them before! But the change is already made - Remilia is now wearing a more traditional black-and-white maid uniform, as are you. Short skirt, maid headdress, cuffs, choker, apron … Ilya sighs contentedly and leans back in her chair, then reaches out and tries to pull you into her. You simply 'fall over,' floating so you're horizontal and your head is resting on her shoulder, but then Leysritt hauls you over and pushes you down so you're lying across Ilya's lap like an overgrown floppy cat. For some reason, Remilia doesn't move to help you. You'll have to remember that.
"… Thank you, Remilia. Now, could you please do something about the gazebo?" You twist around and rub your head against Ilya's side.
"Of course, Head Maid Illyasviel." No curtsy this time, and her smile isn't as gentle as it was before, but she walks past you toward the entry hall. You look after her, wondering why she's so upset, and then Leysritt turns the wheelchair and begins following her. Remilia seems to be storming, gliding elegantly, and marching emotionlessly, all at once, and you wonder what everyone else sees. Ilya, at least, doesn't seem to see anything out of the ordinary - but when Ershin turns at the maybe-impressive entrance, it freezes for a moment before dashing out one of the other doors. Remilia walks under the gazebo and looks around, apparently making sure she's situated in a specific location … and after a moment of intense concentration, a maid appears in front of her. You blink. Black stockings, green dress, apron, headdress … and a strange amulet-like thing. Wait, she's the girl from the party, the one with the cat-youkai! The hat falls from where it had been on the gazebo, and the girl shakes herself and runs to pick it up before glaring at Remilia. That's right, she did say she didn't like Remilia … but it seems she doesn't want to be here anymore, because instead of staying and being polite, she turns and escapes through the front door. You hop off of Ilya's lap and fly to the door, watching as the strange girl flies out, over the gate and away from the mansion. Remilia dusts her hands. "Well, that's done with."
"You … you turned someone into a gazebo?" You spin around to see Ilya staring gape-mouthed at your sister. Remilia nods.
"Yes. That's not too difficult, by itself - now, making sure that her mind is preserved properly such that she is able to be turned back to herself, that is difficult. Patchouli can explain the particulars. Have you any particular wishes for my return to work?" You frown at your sister; she seems grumpy now, and you can sort of understand why - transforming that girl into a gazebo was punishment for her entering the mansion unwanted, and Ilya made her change her back - but it's not really fair to Ilya, since Remilia didn't explain why. And really, all Ilya did was ask her to 'do something' about it, so she could have just moved it or something else! … Probably, anyway.
"Um, no, I don't think so. Well - do the fairy maids have their own jobs that they take care of? If they don't, would you mind making sure they're doing something helpful?" Remilia grins wickedly and you wonder what Sakuya's going to come back to.
"Of course, Head Maid Illyasviel. I'll be certain to make sure they're working properly." She quickly curtsies and withdraws, flying deeper into the mansion. Ilya looks after her.
"Flan … did I make a mistake at the end?" You nuzzle her cheek.
"I think it'll be fine. So, are we going to keep having a tour of the mansion?" After a moment her head shakes almost imperceptibly.
"Not a tour, no. Could … could you just take me through the mansion? Like a surprise inspection." You pull away and look at her.
"I could. If you want to take a break and just relax somewhere quiet, we could do that, too." She hesitates, then nods. "Your room?" Another nod, and you fly along beside her to her suite. You help her sit in the couch near the door, let her lean against you … hold her as she falls into a trembling sleep. She relaxes after a minute, but it's still worrying, and you debate whether or not to get Sella. Is she just worn out? Is she getting sick? Is it because of some weirdness with having an alternate Doppelgänger in close proximity? But … neither Remilia nor Patchouli said anything, so maybe she really is just tired ….
You worry off and on for ten minutes, almost resolving to send Leysritt to get Sella, when Ilya jerks awake. She looks around, then up at you, and blushes. "Um, I didn't mean to … um, sorry." You hug her close.
"Are you okay?" She nods, smiling brightly.
"I'm fine, Flan. Anyway, let's go inspect!" Leysritt brings the wheelchair and you lead them on a meandering course through the mansion … with your clones scouting invisibly, so you can lead Ilya to slackers if you find any. But it seems that whatever Remilia did, it has the fairy maids working cheerfully - some are even whistling or humming! - and you occasionally cross paths with a bat on a mission. Once you even run across a hallway of dancing brooms fighting against a giant dust-monster! … At least until you walk in, at which point the brooms scatter and the dust-monster falls into an inanimate pile in the middle of the floor, occasionally added to by a hard-working broom. Ilya gives the hallway an unreadable look and suggests you back away, quietly.
Eventually you look out a window to see how high the sun is - maybe an hour before the sun goes down. Maybe you should suggest retreating to the kitchen? Depending on when, exactly, Remilia's spell is going to wear off, you probably won't be able to have another meal with everyone as maids, but you could still get most of it ready. Or maybe just something for you, Ilya, and Leysritt?
What do you do?
[ ] Suggest going to the kitchen.
- [ ] Start making a meal for everyone.
- [ ] Make something for just the three of you.
[ ] Other?
DM Note: Maid Pictures again.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
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[X] Suggest going to the kitchen.
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[X] Suggest going to the kitchen.
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[X] Suggest going to the kitchen.
-[X] Make something for just the three of you.
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Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Just as a heads-up, the update will be late - probably sometime this evening at the earliest. (I shouldn't even be awake right now, but I make excellent decisions!) Hooray for equipment at work breaking down and having to come in later to do your job :/
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Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
[X] Suggest going to the kitchen.
- [X] Make something for just the three of you.
"Shall we retire to the kitchen for the evening, Head Maid Ilya?" You smile disarmingly and Ilya peers at you mock-suspiciously.
"I don't mind, of course - do you want to make something for everyone again?" You shake your head.
"No - well, I kind of do, but Remilia said this maid thing would only be until 'the fall of night,' which, depending on how she defined it, would give us an hour, maybe a bit more. That's enough time to actually make part of a nice big meal, but making sure everything is nice and then gathering everyone together would probably run us out of time. And since Remilia's going to be making sure I go to Mid-Childa tonight, I think I just want to stay with you for a bit longer. So I could make something for the three of us, and we could just wait in the kitchen for things to go back to normal." Ilya looks a bit surprised at your explanation, but then she just smiles and nods.
"I think that's a good plan, Flan. Lead on." She gestures for you to guide her and Leysritt back to the kitchen and you curtsy. It's not that far to the kitchen, at least by your standards, or the standards of the mansion, but it still takes some time. At least you get to continue your inspection, passing by and through fairy maids cleaning rooms and halls, and evidence that someone has already been through a given location … to a lesser or greater degree. As you near the kitchen you send out your clones, now wearing outfits identical to your own save for color, as they still wear as their primaries red, blue, and green instead of your black. They start preparing the kitchen so you can get started immediately.
"Did you have any special requests, Ilya? Or you, Leysritt?" The maid simply continues pushing Ilya's chair with her characteristically blank expression, but Ilya frowns thoughtfully.
"Hmm … something with chocolate, I think. Like you made for lunch. And … can I help, a little?" You grin and float next to her, nuzzling her cheek, giggling when she tries to pull away.
"Of course, Ilya. After all, we never finished your cooking lessons, did we?" Ilya blushes lightly, but she keeps smiling. "Now, we should, of course, start with a little quiz to see how much you remember …." She pouts and scowls at you. Oh, so much fun!
Remilia's magic wears off as the cakes are baking in the oven - yours is a goofy-faced bat, Ilya's is Berserker, and Leysritt's is a small puppy. You aren't sure why Ilya picked that, but Leysritt seemed interested in it. Will she actually eat it?
"Aww~. We aren't maids anymore." You grin and hug Ilya.
"That's fine, Ilya. We can get the uniforms made pretty easily, after all. And if we aren't maids - well, we can still play the part. Or get Remilia to do this again." Ilya smiles and nods before leaning toward you. You let her rest her head on your shoulder.
"Flandre-ojousama!" You perk up and start turning around, as does Ilya, at Satsuki's voice. Your servant rushes into the kitchen, a big smile on her face, and dashes toward you when she sees you. "Flandre-ojousama!" She gathers you into a hug and swings you around. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, Flandre-ojousama!" You blink and automatically return the hug as you try to figure out what she's thanking you for.
"You're welcome, Satsuki." You cock your head curiously as she remembers her place and lets you go. She definitely looks excited ….
"Um, I'm sorry, Flandre-sama. I'm, um, I'm just really happy. I know - I know that we're leaving tonight, so I won't be able to use everything, but …." She rubs her eyes, still smiling, and you finally figure out that she must be talking about the list she wrote. … You manage to keep your face perfectly free of embarrassment, but you are very lucky that Remilia looks out for you the way she does; if Satsuki had gone through all the trouble of making the list after you'd suggested it, and then not gotten anything, her faith in you and her respect would likely have vanished. But how to thank Remilia … and more, how to repay her for keeping you from making yourself such a colossal fool?
"Well, Remilia is the one who did the work, so you'll have to make sure to thank her, Satsuki." She nods quickly.
"Yes, of course! I just wanted to thank you first. And, er … um, did you peek at the list?" She looks really nervous, but calms down when you shake your head. "Oh, thank goodness. A couple of things, um …." Her face turns red. Curious; she gets nervous or embarrassed when thinking that you might have seen something, but is fine with Remilia seeing it? She didn't ask for something for you, did she?
"Oh, are they done?" You whirl around and peek inside the oven, then smile at Ilya.
"Yup! Good job!" Ilya smiles and raises her head haughtily, and you giggle before opening the door and taking the cakes out. Satsuki gives them a curious look and you glance at her. "Do you want something to eat, Satsuki?" She quickly shakes her head.
"N-no, I'm fine, thank you!" As you set the cakes to cool and join Ilya at the small table, you wonder how much time you have left before Remilia comes to collect you. There isn't much you want to bring - your coffin, of course, and you have Loki, Lutecia's ring, and Patchouli's disguise mask. Is there anything else?
What do you do?
[ ] Just stay with Ilya until it's time to go.
[ ] Other?
- [X] Make something for just the three of you.
"Shall we retire to the kitchen for the evening, Head Maid Ilya?" You smile disarmingly and Ilya peers at you mock-suspiciously.
"I don't mind, of course - do you want to make something for everyone again?" You shake your head.
"No - well, I kind of do, but Remilia said this maid thing would only be until 'the fall of night,' which, depending on how she defined it, would give us an hour, maybe a bit more. That's enough time to actually make part of a nice big meal, but making sure everything is nice and then gathering everyone together would probably run us out of time. And since Remilia's going to be making sure I go to Mid-Childa tonight, I think I just want to stay with you for a bit longer. So I could make something for the three of us, and we could just wait in the kitchen for things to go back to normal." Ilya looks a bit surprised at your explanation, but then she just smiles and nods.
"I think that's a good plan, Flan. Lead on." She gestures for you to guide her and Leysritt back to the kitchen and you curtsy. It's not that far to the kitchen, at least by your standards, or the standards of the mansion, but it still takes some time. At least you get to continue your inspection, passing by and through fairy maids cleaning rooms and halls, and evidence that someone has already been through a given location … to a lesser or greater degree. As you near the kitchen you send out your clones, now wearing outfits identical to your own save for color, as they still wear as their primaries red, blue, and green instead of your black. They start preparing the kitchen so you can get started immediately.
"Did you have any special requests, Ilya? Or you, Leysritt?" The maid simply continues pushing Ilya's chair with her characteristically blank expression, but Ilya frowns thoughtfully.
"Hmm … something with chocolate, I think. Like you made for lunch. And … can I help, a little?" You grin and float next to her, nuzzling her cheek, giggling when she tries to pull away.
"Of course, Ilya. After all, we never finished your cooking lessons, did we?" Ilya blushes lightly, but she keeps smiling. "Now, we should, of course, start with a little quiz to see how much you remember …." She pouts and scowls at you. Oh, so much fun!
Remilia's magic wears off as the cakes are baking in the oven - yours is a goofy-faced bat, Ilya's is Berserker, and Leysritt's is a small puppy. You aren't sure why Ilya picked that, but Leysritt seemed interested in it. Will she actually eat it?
"Aww~. We aren't maids anymore." You grin and hug Ilya.
"That's fine, Ilya. We can get the uniforms made pretty easily, after all. And if we aren't maids - well, we can still play the part. Or get Remilia to do this again." Ilya smiles and nods before leaning toward you. You let her rest her head on your shoulder.
"Flandre-ojousama!" You perk up and start turning around, as does Ilya, at Satsuki's voice. Your servant rushes into the kitchen, a big smile on her face, and dashes toward you when she sees you. "Flandre-ojousama!" She gathers you into a hug and swings you around. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, Flandre-ojousama!" You blink and automatically return the hug as you try to figure out what she's thanking you for.
"You're welcome, Satsuki." You cock your head curiously as she remembers her place and lets you go. She definitely looks excited ….
"Um, I'm sorry, Flandre-sama. I'm, um, I'm just really happy. I know - I know that we're leaving tonight, so I won't be able to use everything, but …." She rubs her eyes, still smiling, and you finally figure out that she must be talking about the list she wrote. … You manage to keep your face perfectly free of embarrassment, but you are very lucky that Remilia looks out for you the way she does; if Satsuki had gone through all the trouble of making the list after you'd suggested it, and then not gotten anything, her faith in you and her respect would likely have vanished. But how to thank Remilia … and more, how to repay her for keeping you from making yourself such a colossal fool?
"Well, Remilia is the one who did the work, so you'll have to make sure to thank her, Satsuki." She nods quickly.
"Yes, of course! I just wanted to thank you first. And, er … um, did you peek at the list?" She looks really nervous, but calms down when you shake your head. "Oh, thank goodness. A couple of things, um …." Her face turns red. Curious; she gets nervous or embarrassed when thinking that you might have seen something, but is fine with Remilia seeing it? She didn't ask for something for you, did she?
"Oh, are they done?" You whirl around and peek inside the oven, then smile at Ilya.
"Yup! Good job!" Ilya smiles and raises her head haughtily, and you giggle before opening the door and taking the cakes out. Satsuki gives them a curious look and you glance at her. "Do you want something to eat, Satsuki?" She quickly shakes her head.
"N-no, I'm fine, thank you!" As you set the cakes to cool and join Ilya at the small table, you wonder how much time you have left before Remilia comes to collect you. There isn't much you want to bring - your coffin, of course, and you have Loki, Lutecia's ring, and Patchouli's disguise mask. Is there anything else?
What do you do?
[ ] Just stay with Ilya until it's time to go.
[ ] Other?
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
[X] Just stay with Ilya until it's time to go.
Nothing comes to mind really unless someone have an idea then I will change my vote.
Nothing comes to mind really unless someone have an idea then I will change my vote.
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[x] Go thank/check Remilia
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
Its Remilia who is going to send us to MidChilda so we will do that anyway.
Battle of Vienna
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
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[X] Go thank/check Remilia
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"Have you given up hope yet?" Ulrika laughed at the invader, standing proud in his chain and silk, carrying a yatagan blade as if it meant anything in his current position. "You can't possibly believe that they have any chance of taking the city." He glared at her.
"Were you and your kin not assisting the city, we would have taken it already." The First, a balding, big-bellied man with a distinctively large nose, tittered at the Seljuk's remark and drank from a silver goblet.
"Which we have been trying to tell you is not the case. That is not how we do things here in Europe. In the east, in the Russian lands, in the continent to the south - yes, great powers may intervene in mortal affairs. Here, we do not. We may guide them along, give them advice, but we do not directly intervene. The closest we have come to assisting Vienna is by ensuring that you do not use your powers to aid your own servants." He turned to look at the on-going fighting, at the Holy League infantry that had repulsed the Ottoman assault and then pushed forward in an attempt to break the siege. "If the Second or I did choose to assist, we could end this battle in a moment, and dear Ulrika would take not much longer." The Seljuk spat and turned to the only other individual who had come in the apparel of a warrior.
"And you? You are this 'Second' I should fear?" The sturdy warrior merely cocked his head; if he intended any reply, it was interrupted by a young girl's giggle. The Seljuk turned to glare at the sisters sitting beneath a small tent to shade them from the morning sun. The silver-haired girl smiled up at him, but the golden-haired girl simply watched the combat below.
"Oh, no, that's the Fourth. He doesn't have any weaknesses. You won't see the Second; no one ever has. But he is the reason you didn't learn about the Holy League's approach until you got here. I don't know why he would save your life, but he did," she said, sounding almost irritated, as if she had been looking forward to his death.
"Saved my life? From a gutless pack of human rabble?" The First cleared his throat, drawing attention away from the newly-sharp glare of the child-like vampire.
"No, not from the humans. From them. They are the closest to the path the Holy League took, so - in the event that you had attempted to eliminate them - it would have fallen to them to stop you. And while it is true that you would probably win a direct combat against Remilia, the two of them ambushing you would end in nothing but your death." Even Ulrika nodded in agreement, and the Seljuk snarled uselessly at the First.
"Hey, when are they going to die?"
"Around nightfall, Flandre. Be patient." The sisters leaned into each other, bat wings closing tightly around them. The Seljuk huffed.
"So, the five of you rule Europe, then? Keep the rest of the mighty from taking their rightful places?" Ulrika sighed.
"There are seven, actually, but the Sixth can't physically come down here without more effort than it's worth. And we don't stop 'the mighty' from doing anything - we simply make sure that vampires, and the occasional magician who decides to go into world conquest, know that we don't appreciate them upsetting things by destroying armies singlehandedly or otherwise showing off their power in an obvious fashion. Other creatures don't need our supervision; even dragons don't move obviously unless they're provoked." She shrugged after speaking, evidently considering the explanation complete enough.
"And so your ruling body comes to attempt to make me stop? I'm honored," was the sneering reply.
"We came as a group because we're planning on offering you an invitation, so you had damned well better feel honored, whelp!" He flinched at Ulrika's outburst, stepped back and put a hand to his blade before realizing how foolish the gesture must seem. Ulrika suppressed a laugh and looked back up after clearing her expression. "You see, we are looking into expanding the Council, in part to bring in new ideas and experiences, and in part to help cover more regions and prevent upstarts from doing what you nearly did. The First is content to look over Italy, the Second watches over the northwestern islands, I rule over the northern lands, the Fourth indulges himself in Al-Andalus -"
"Spain, now, as I'm sure you're aware. I don't call your hellish lands Sweorice, so don't abuse my own people." Ulrika leered at the Fourth.
"Spain, then. And the Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh amuse themselves bickering over who has the pettiest state in the Empire. France is quiescent for now, but … well, having a watchman in this region would be useful, and, as there is no suitable native, we are prepared to accept you as the Eighth of the Council." The Seljuk drew himself up and glowered balefully at her.
"I, who oversaw the slaughter of the Romans at their Manzikert, who drove the Knights from Rhodes - to be a mere watcher-over of these barbarians? Why do you not simply hire your Dracula to serve?" Ulrika tilted her head, confusion apparent on her face.
"Dracula? Who is that?" The Seljuk blinked back, and both turned at another bout of laughter from Remilia.
"Vlad III, called Țepeș, Impaler, and Dracula, son of Vlad II, called Dracul as a member of the Order of the Dragon. Dracula was harsh and suffered accusations of being a vampire, but regardless of the truth of those rumors, he is dead. Regardless, I've been seeing a lot of young vampires claiming ancestry from him, perhaps in the belief that they'll be taken more seriously if they have a famous pedigree backing them up. Really, you should get out more; I know you're old and need to have your lovers beat you to get any satisfaction -" Ulrika snarled and began to charge, face warping inhumanly, but a silent blast halted her.
"Enough." The First frowned at her and she turned away; he turned his look on Remilia and she smiled and bowed her head demurely.
"Of course, First." The First sighed and turned back to the Seljuk.
"As Remilia said, Dracula himself is dead. I know of the rumors that he is active and taking an interest in 'restoring' Romania to its rightful place as a major kingdom, and it is events like those that we seek to prevent. Kingdoms rise and fall, but that happens by human hands, with human desires as the cause. We have no care for those. What we do not wish to see is a human kingdom with one of us as the throne." The Seljuk frowned at the man in front of him, a man accorded respect by all those present, then looked back at the armies fighting over the jewel of Vienna.
"… I shall require time to consider your offer. And specifics as to your code of conduct. If that girl is correct, and the Holy League can drive Mustafa from Vienna, then the tide of war will change." The First nodded; the wish would be granted.
"Of course the Holy League will be victorious. You can see it now, can't you? How the Imperial forces push forward to their objectives? Where are the Poles? Where are is the cavalry? If the Turks abandon the siege to face the League, perhaps they will be able to withdraw without being beaten, but they still must withdraw. They cannot enter the city and hold it against the League, and continuing to try will see them torn to pieces." Remilia raised an arm, pointed it to the forested hills. "That is where the cavalry will emerge, when the time is right. The pride of Poland, their greatest cavalry force; the Sipahis you brought are not their match, the Janissaries cannot hold them. They would crack a force that was rested and deployed to face them; they will shatter these troops, tired and worn and out of position." She sighed and leaned her head against her sister's. "We will stay and watch until then."
"Were you and your kin not assisting the city, we would have taken it already." The First, a balding, big-bellied man with a distinctively large nose, tittered at the Seljuk's remark and drank from a silver goblet.
"Which we have been trying to tell you is not the case. That is not how we do things here in Europe. In the east, in the Russian lands, in the continent to the south - yes, great powers may intervene in mortal affairs. Here, we do not. We may guide them along, give them advice, but we do not directly intervene. The closest we have come to assisting Vienna is by ensuring that you do not use your powers to aid your own servants." He turned to look at the on-going fighting, at the Holy League infantry that had repulsed the Ottoman assault and then pushed forward in an attempt to break the siege. "If the Second or I did choose to assist, we could end this battle in a moment, and dear Ulrika would take not much longer." The Seljuk spat and turned to the only other individual who had come in the apparel of a warrior.
"And you? You are this 'Second' I should fear?" The sturdy warrior merely cocked his head; if he intended any reply, it was interrupted by a young girl's giggle. The Seljuk turned to glare at the sisters sitting beneath a small tent to shade them from the morning sun. The silver-haired girl smiled up at him, but the golden-haired girl simply watched the combat below.
"Oh, no, that's the Fourth. He doesn't have any weaknesses. You won't see the Second; no one ever has. But he is the reason you didn't learn about the Holy League's approach until you got here. I don't know why he would save your life, but he did," she said, sounding almost irritated, as if she had been looking forward to his death.
"Saved my life? From a gutless pack of human rabble?" The First cleared his throat, drawing attention away from the newly-sharp glare of the child-like vampire.
"No, not from the humans. From them. They are the closest to the path the Holy League took, so - in the event that you had attempted to eliminate them - it would have fallen to them to stop you. And while it is true that you would probably win a direct combat against Remilia, the two of them ambushing you would end in nothing but your death." Even Ulrika nodded in agreement, and the Seljuk snarled uselessly at the First.
"Hey, when are they going to die?"
"Around nightfall, Flandre. Be patient." The sisters leaned into each other, bat wings closing tightly around them. The Seljuk huffed.
"So, the five of you rule Europe, then? Keep the rest of the mighty from taking their rightful places?" Ulrika sighed.
"There are seven, actually, but the Sixth can't physically come down here without more effort than it's worth. And we don't stop 'the mighty' from doing anything - we simply make sure that vampires, and the occasional magician who decides to go into world conquest, know that we don't appreciate them upsetting things by destroying armies singlehandedly or otherwise showing off their power in an obvious fashion. Other creatures don't need our supervision; even dragons don't move obviously unless they're provoked." She shrugged after speaking, evidently considering the explanation complete enough.
"And so your ruling body comes to attempt to make me stop? I'm honored," was the sneering reply.
"We came as a group because we're planning on offering you an invitation, so you had damned well better feel honored, whelp!" He flinched at Ulrika's outburst, stepped back and put a hand to his blade before realizing how foolish the gesture must seem. Ulrika suppressed a laugh and looked back up after clearing her expression. "You see, we are looking into expanding the Council, in part to bring in new ideas and experiences, and in part to help cover more regions and prevent upstarts from doing what you nearly did. The First is content to look over Italy, the Second watches over the northwestern islands, I rule over the northern lands, the Fourth indulges himself in Al-Andalus -"
"Spain, now, as I'm sure you're aware. I don't call your hellish lands Sweorice, so don't abuse my own people." Ulrika leered at the Fourth.
"Spain, then. And the Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh amuse themselves bickering over who has the pettiest state in the Empire. France is quiescent for now, but … well, having a watchman in this region would be useful, and, as there is no suitable native, we are prepared to accept you as the Eighth of the Council." The Seljuk drew himself up and glowered balefully at her.
"I, who oversaw the slaughter of the Romans at their Manzikert, who drove the Knights from Rhodes - to be a mere watcher-over of these barbarians? Why do you not simply hire your Dracula to serve?" Ulrika tilted her head, confusion apparent on her face.
"Dracula? Who is that?" The Seljuk blinked back, and both turned at another bout of laughter from Remilia.
"Vlad III, called Țepeș, Impaler, and Dracula, son of Vlad II, called Dracul as a member of the Order of the Dragon. Dracula was harsh and suffered accusations of being a vampire, but regardless of the truth of those rumors, he is dead. Regardless, I've been seeing a lot of young vampires claiming ancestry from him, perhaps in the belief that they'll be taken more seriously if they have a famous pedigree backing them up. Really, you should get out more; I know you're old and need to have your lovers beat you to get any satisfaction -" Ulrika snarled and began to charge, face warping inhumanly, but a silent blast halted her.
"Enough." The First frowned at her and she turned away; he turned his look on Remilia and she smiled and bowed her head demurely.
"Of course, First." The First sighed and turned back to the Seljuk.
"As Remilia said, Dracula himself is dead. I know of the rumors that he is active and taking an interest in 'restoring' Romania to its rightful place as a major kingdom, and it is events like those that we seek to prevent. Kingdoms rise and fall, but that happens by human hands, with human desires as the cause. We have no care for those. What we do not wish to see is a human kingdom with one of us as the throne." The Seljuk frowned at the man in front of him, a man accorded respect by all those present, then looked back at the armies fighting over the jewel of Vienna.
"… I shall require time to consider your offer. And specifics as to your code of conduct. If that girl is correct, and the Holy League can drive Mustafa from Vienna, then the tide of war will change." The First nodded; the wish would be granted.
"Of course the Holy League will be victorious. You can see it now, can't you? How the Imperial forces push forward to their objectives? Where are the Poles? Where are is the cavalry? If the Turks abandon the siege to face the League, perhaps they will be able to withdraw without being beaten, but they still must withdraw. They cannot enter the city and hold it against the League, and continuing to try will see them torn to pieces." Remilia raised an arm, pointed it to the forested hills. "That is where the cavalry will emerge, when the time is right. The pride of Poland, their greatest cavalry force; the Sipahis you brought are not their match, the Janissaries cannot hold them. They would crack a force that was rested and deployed to face them; they will shatter these troops, tired and worn and out of position." She sighed and leaned her head against her sister's. "We will stay and watch until then."
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Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
This side story reminds me of EU4. I didn't understand what was happening though.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
Added a bit to make it clearer who's speaking. But it's just vampires talking while humans kill each other, nothing terribly important.
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
[X] Just stay with Ilya until it's time to go.
Seems pretty straight forward for now.
Seems pretty straight forward for now.
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
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[X] Just stay with Ilya until it's time to go.
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[X] Go thank/check Remilia
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[X] Go thank/check Remilia
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With Ilya and a Warm Welcome
Entropy Judge
Recurring Bouts of Misanthropy
[X] Just stay with Ilya until it's time to go.
You sit down to eat with Ilya; Satsuki starts to move so she can stand behind you, but hesitates uncomfortably when she notices that she's the only one not eating. You motion for her to take a seat where you can see her. "You know, Satsuki, you need to stop being such a sleepyhead. You missed Maid Day!" She starts to get upset, but then she realizes what you said and she gives you a confused look.
"Maid Day? Is that …?" You nod, grinning.
"Yep! Even Ilya and I were maids! Weren't we, Ilya?" Ilya gives you an embarrassed look but nods, and Satsuki blushes.
"You were … you … a maid?" She mumbles to herself for a bit, then ducks her head embarrassedly. You giggle and shake your head; at least she's not like Caster was. She was much too pushy. Ilya looks down at her food uncomfortably.
"Is there anything you want to do, Ilya?" She keeps looking at her plate for a while before shrugging and looking up.
"You have to go to Mid-Childa, don't you? Shouldn't you see Remilia about it?" You smile and shake your head.
"She'll come get me when she's ready to send me through. Until then, I'm free - and if it's alright with you, I just want to stay with you until then." She looks down for a moment, then nods to herself and looks up.
"Do you mind if we just … sit outside together? Um, on my balcony?" You smile gently.
"We can do that, Ilya." She smiles back, relieved, and goes back to her food. You watch her for a moment, then turn to your own little meal. Seems like it's quiet time for now.
With the meal turned somewhat awkward, you're a bit glad when it ends. You send Satsuki back to her room - she was so eager to thank you that she didn't even pack, although you also have to tell her where she can get a trunk when she knows what she's going to bring. You also meet a flustered Sella when returning to Ilya's room, but she stays with Leysritt when you take Ilya into her room and then onto the patio. You pick her up and slip into the chair, holding her close against her occasional shiver. The two of you simply sit there, watching the dying of the light and the emergence of the stars as the time of youkai advances. Always, always - the night will come.
It's close to two hours before Sella hesitantly knocks on the patio door. "Lady Illyasviel, Lady Flandre." You turn to look at her - Ilya was nearly asleep! - and see Koakuma with her.
"I'm sorry, Miss Flandre, but Lady Remilia sent me to tell you that it's time to go." She actually does sound apologetic, and when you nod she bows and withdraws. Ilya still looks unhappy about your leaving.
"How do you want to go down there, Ilya? If we go through your workshop, it'll be over faster, but if you want to spend more time with me I don't mind taking the long way down." For a long moment, she doesn't reply.
"Could we take the long way, please?" You give her a quick hug and start guiding the wheelchair back into the mansion. "… Flan? You'll … you'll come back, won't you? You won't do something stupid and die far away from me?" You don't even start a glib response, as nervous as she sounds. Of course, this is similar to another situation she's familiar with, one that left her alone for ten years …. You squeeze her tightly and bury your face between her neck and shoulder.
"I can't promise that I won't die, Ilya. I'll do my best to come back, though - I don't want to die, after all. And I'll try to keep from … reckless actions. Do you want to ask my sister to put a geas on me?" You'd only half-meant it, but she spends a disturbingly long time considering the possibility before shaking her head.
"No … no, I trust you. I'm just … just …." You slow the wheelchair and turn Ilya around so she can sob into your shoulder. Eventually she calms down again, and after you turn her back around Sella slips in to clean her up. "I'm … I'm sorry, Flan."
"Don't be, Ilya. You're worried and scared, and the situation isn't exactly one you're comfortable with. But - if anything does happen to me, you know that Remilia will still take care of you. You won't be alone, and you'll still have Sella and Leysritt. You know that, right?" She nods, wipes her eyes with the back of her sleeve … nods again, and wipes her eyes again. You hug her again as she starts crying, but this fit doesn't last as long, isn't as messy.
"… We should … should get moving, Flan." You nod and the wheelchair continues on. Ilya is worriedly silent for the remainder of the trip - but her hand keeps a death-grip on your own that doesn't let up until you reach the portals. Satsuki is there already, with a medium-sized trunk and your coffin with her. She waves and you slip out of the wheelchair, making sure Ilya is comfortable. Patchouli and Remilia babble quietly with each other, and for some reason the magician looks nervous. After a few seconds your sister waves her off and heads for you.
"Ready to go? Good-byes said, and all that?" You nod, and a thought strikes you.
"Hey, Remilia? It's possible to see where I am and what I'm doing through the portals, right? So Ilya could keep an eye on me if she doesn't have anything important to do?" A shadow flickers over your sister's face, almost too fast to catch and definitely too fast to read, but she nods and looks at Ilya.
"You would need to work it out with Patchouli, but if you want to it can be done."
"Thank you," Ilya says simply, and you can't tell if she's pleased or if you made the situation worse somehow. You glance at Patchouli, still fussing over something on the desk.
"What has Patchouli upset?" Remilia waves dismissively.
"Oh, she's just upset that I won't play taxi-driver for her. You have everything?" You review your checklist - ring, Loki, mask, Laevateinn, coffin - and nod. If you don't have something, it's probably not something important. "Good. You might want to carry your servant - we won't be coming in on ground level." You bob your head and bounce over to Satsuki. Her eyes widen at your grin, and then your clones pop out to take up her and the luggage.
"Don't worry, Satsuki. It'll be fine." She whines unhappily and you shake your head before patting her gently. "There, there." You glance at Ilya, but she smiles and gives you a small wave; you smile and nod back, then move to stand beside your sister. She grins at you before waving dismissively into the air. The portal opens before you and she hops through. Why is she going to Mid-Childa with you? You shake off the confusion and follow her through, trailed by your clones and their burdens. Remilia is looking around, frowning. "Hey, why are you coming, too?"
"Just some business that might happen. But where are - shit." Her swear is so conversational that it takes you a moment to focus on what caused it - a brilliant white light, illuminating the night sky … approaching you. Looking around, you see that you're in an uninhabited area - not even buildings are around. Weapon test, maybe? "Close your eyes, everyone." Remilia drifts forward, placing herself between the incoming light and you. Satsuki clutches the clone carrying her and moans. Remilia mutters to herself, too quietly for you to understand - and then the incoming beam slams into a shield of magic, dispersing around it and searing your eyes with the intensity of the light. Several seconds pass - and then Remilia droops and you finally notice a stream of blood falling to the ground below. She flashes you a quick grin before looking up and back; you follow her gaze to see that the beam's path was distorted by her shield, and it's now heading up into the sky instead of continuing parallel to the ground. You turn back to your sister, and she winks and puts a finger to her lips. Before you can demand answers, however, someone pops into existence behind her.
"You!" You slip to the side as Remilia turns around and spot a familiar face.
"Vita!" You dash forward and sweep the girl into a hug, ignoring her protests. After a few seconds of spinning, however, your sister clears her throat and you slow down, releasing her.
"I do believe we are expected."
What do you do?
[ ] Stay with Remilia; you're curious about her 'business.'
[ ] Where's Lutecia? And Tarbin and the others?
[ ] Might as well just find a place to wait until everyone else knows what's going on.
[ ] Other?
You sit down to eat with Ilya; Satsuki starts to move so she can stand behind you, but hesitates uncomfortably when she notices that she's the only one not eating. You motion for her to take a seat where you can see her. "You know, Satsuki, you need to stop being such a sleepyhead. You missed Maid Day!" She starts to get upset, but then she realizes what you said and she gives you a confused look.
"Maid Day? Is that …?" You nod, grinning.
"Yep! Even Ilya and I were maids! Weren't we, Ilya?" Ilya gives you an embarrassed look but nods, and Satsuki blushes.
"You were … you … a maid?" She mumbles to herself for a bit, then ducks her head embarrassedly. You giggle and shake your head; at least she's not like Caster was. She was much too pushy. Ilya looks down at her food uncomfortably.
"Is there anything you want to do, Ilya?" She keeps looking at her plate for a while before shrugging and looking up.
"You have to go to Mid-Childa, don't you? Shouldn't you see Remilia about it?" You smile and shake your head.
"She'll come get me when she's ready to send me through. Until then, I'm free - and if it's alright with you, I just want to stay with you until then." She looks down for a moment, then nods to herself and looks up.
"Do you mind if we just … sit outside together? Um, on my balcony?" You smile gently.
"We can do that, Ilya." She smiles back, relieved, and goes back to her food. You watch her for a moment, then turn to your own little meal. Seems like it's quiet time for now.
With the meal turned somewhat awkward, you're a bit glad when it ends. You send Satsuki back to her room - she was so eager to thank you that she didn't even pack, although you also have to tell her where she can get a trunk when she knows what she's going to bring. You also meet a flustered Sella when returning to Ilya's room, but she stays with Leysritt when you take Ilya into her room and then onto the patio. You pick her up and slip into the chair, holding her close against her occasional shiver. The two of you simply sit there, watching the dying of the light and the emergence of the stars as the time of youkai advances. Always, always - the night will come.
It's close to two hours before Sella hesitantly knocks on the patio door. "Lady Illyasviel, Lady Flandre." You turn to look at her - Ilya was nearly asleep! - and see Koakuma with her.
"I'm sorry, Miss Flandre, but Lady Remilia sent me to tell you that it's time to go." She actually does sound apologetic, and when you nod she bows and withdraws. Ilya still looks unhappy about your leaving.
"How do you want to go down there, Ilya? If we go through your workshop, it'll be over faster, but if you want to spend more time with me I don't mind taking the long way down." For a long moment, she doesn't reply.
"Could we take the long way, please?" You give her a quick hug and start guiding the wheelchair back into the mansion. "… Flan? You'll … you'll come back, won't you? You won't do something stupid and die far away from me?" You don't even start a glib response, as nervous as she sounds. Of course, this is similar to another situation she's familiar with, one that left her alone for ten years …. You squeeze her tightly and bury your face between her neck and shoulder.
"I can't promise that I won't die, Ilya. I'll do my best to come back, though - I don't want to die, after all. And I'll try to keep from … reckless actions. Do you want to ask my sister to put a geas on me?" You'd only half-meant it, but she spends a disturbingly long time considering the possibility before shaking her head.
"No … no, I trust you. I'm just … just …." You slow the wheelchair and turn Ilya around so she can sob into your shoulder. Eventually she calms down again, and after you turn her back around Sella slips in to clean her up. "I'm … I'm sorry, Flan."
"Don't be, Ilya. You're worried and scared, and the situation isn't exactly one you're comfortable with. But - if anything does happen to me, you know that Remilia will still take care of you. You won't be alone, and you'll still have Sella and Leysritt. You know that, right?" She nods, wipes her eyes with the back of her sleeve … nods again, and wipes her eyes again. You hug her again as she starts crying, but this fit doesn't last as long, isn't as messy.
"… We should … should get moving, Flan." You nod and the wheelchair continues on. Ilya is worriedly silent for the remainder of the trip - but her hand keeps a death-grip on your own that doesn't let up until you reach the portals. Satsuki is there already, with a medium-sized trunk and your coffin with her. She waves and you slip out of the wheelchair, making sure Ilya is comfortable. Patchouli and Remilia babble quietly with each other, and for some reason the magician looks nervous. After a few seconds your sister waves her off and heads for you.
"Ready to go? Good-byes said, and all that?" You nod, and a thought strikes you.
"Hey, Remilia? It's possible to see where I am and what I'm doing through the portals, right? So Ilya could keep an eye on me if she doesn't have anything important to do?" A shadow flickers over your sister's face, almost too fast to catch and definitely too fast to read, but she nods and looks at Ilya.
"You would need to work it out with Patchouli, but if you want to it can be done."
"Thank you," Ilya says simply, and you can't tell if she's pleased or if you made the situation worse somehow. You glance at Patchouli, still fussing over something on the desk.
"What has Patchouli upset?" Remilia waves dismissively.
"Oh, she's just upset that I won't play taxi-driver for her. You have everything?" You review your checklist - ring, Loki, mask, Laevateinn, coffin - and nod. If you don't have something, it's probably not something important. "Good. You might want to carry your servant - we won't be coming in on ground level." You bob your head and bounce over to Satsuki. Her eyes widen at your grin, and then your clones pop out to take up her and the luggage.
"Don't worry, Satsuki. It'll be fine." She whines unhappily and you shake your head before patting her gently. "There, there." You glance at Ilya, but she smiles and gives you a small wave; you smile and nod back, then move to stand beside your sister. She grins at you before waving dismissively into the air. The portal opens before you and she hops through. Why is she going to Mid-Childa with you? You shake off the confusion and follow her through, trailed by your clones and their burdens. Remilia is looking around, frowning. "Hey, why are you coming, too?"
"Just some business that might happen. But where are - shit." Her swear is so conversational that it takes you a moment to focus on what caused it - a brilliant white light, illuminating the night sky … approaching you. Looking around, you see that you're in an uninhabited area - not even buildings are around. Weapon test, maybe? "Close your eyes, everyone." Remilia drifts forward, placing herself between the incoming light and you. Satsuki clutches the clone carrying her and moans. Remilia mutters to herself, too quietly for you to understand - and then the incoming beam slams into a shield of magic, dispersing around it and searing your eyes with the intensity of the light. Several seconds pass - and then Remilia droops and you finally notice a stream of blood falling to the ground below. She flashes you a quick grin before looking up and back; you follow her gaze to see that the beam's path was distorted by her shield, and it's now heading up into the sky instead of continuing parallel to the ground. You turn back to your sister, and she winks and puts a finger to her lips. Before you can demand answers, however, someone pops into existence behind her.
"You!" You slip to the side as Remilia turns around and spot a familiar face.
"Vita!" You dash forward and sweep the girl into a hug, ignoring her protests. After a few seconds of spinning, however, your sister clears her throat and you slow down, releasing her.
"I do believe we are expected."
What do you do?
[ ] Stay with Remilia; you're curious about her 'business.'
[ ] Where's Lutecia? And Tarbin and the others?
[ ] Might as well just find a place to wait until everyone else knows what's going on.
[ ] Other?
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
[X] Where's Lutecia? And Tarbin and the others?
I don't think they were too happy about us sucker swording Vita to the ground and chasing Verossa down with lesser vampires.
We better either keep calm... Or we could face a rather failed invasion of Gensokyo. Which, if you have seen other SV and SB threads, Isn't a good idea.
But they don't know that.
Things are going to get interesting....
As said before, We went from murdering half of the PMMM cast, to hugs and kisses, to maid day, and now to Politicking. Perfect, ain't it?
EDIT: Not only that, but with the issue of Tarbin, Seeing as this is a full magiteck Civ, chances are they noticed that we left Tarbin with a severe case of indoctrination. Which, considering our other two 'offenses' doesn't look good in our books. Most of our 'crimes' were either accidents or us legitimately trying to help.
Though, I can see Remilia rough-handling Verossa around to get him back, so that maybe why she has 'Business' here.
I don't think they were too happy about us sucker swording Vita to the ground and chasing Verossa down with lesser vampires.
We better either keep calm... Or we could face a rather failed invasion of Gensokyo. Which, if you have seen other SV and SB threads, Isn't a good idea.
But they don't know that.
Things are going to get interesting....
As said before, We went from murdering half of the PMMM cast, to hugs and kisses, to maid day, and now to Politicking. Perfect, ain't it?
EDIT: Not only that, but with the issue of Tarbin, Seeing as this is a full magiteck Civ, chances are they noticed that we left Tarbin with a severe case of indoctrination. Which, considering our other two 'offenses' doesn't look good in our books. Most of our 'crimes' were either accidents or us legitimately trying to help.
Though, I can see Remilia rough-handling Verossa around to get him back, so that maybe why she has 'Business' here.
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Now where the hell did that ever come from?
Well, we probably want to apologize for that, yeah. At least, by now, they should be better with that long without Flandre around.
A Wise Hermit
Well, Sometimes.
It came from the fact that even if it does seem unlikely, given the fact that they just attempted to blast us with Vita doesn't help.
Besides, failed could mean either that they, well, were defeated or just couldn't find it.
Unless, I misunderstood and Vita coming in at the speed of sound wasn't meant to be somekind of attack?
EDIT: Seeing it now, did we just show up when Vita was passing by? That's a bit of a coincidence. Infact, too much of one.
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Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
[X] Stay with Remilia; you're curious about her 'business.'
I'm a little bit worried. I think Remilia was injured somehow, there is a mention of blood.
I'm a little bit worried. I think Remilia was injured somehow, there is a mention of blood.