Turn 7 : Autumn 1987 (2)
[X] Go.
As he sat on the plush ground, Dace thought fast.
There were few people with the means to pull off something like taking the Ministry hostage, and the Death Eaters had been delt with en masse by himself. Therefore, it was most likely either an agent of Death or Chaos that took Elizabteh hostage.
Among them, there were two people that had the ability and wull to do it. One was the Overlord, the other, Aimée, and considering what he knew of their personalities, it was most likely Aimée's action here.
The main question, however, was why.
It couldn't be because she wanted to kill him, Riddle's impractical directive still being at work, and it was doubtful she'd try to take control of him in front of that many witnesses. He was on a time limit here, the message Martha passed along made it clear. Pinching his lips, he decided to break down the problem to its components, assuming Aimée was, indeed, the one behing this.
Aimée wants him at the Ministry.
The Ministry is currently held hostage bu undeads and therefore in an information blackout.
Aimée is a member of the Death faction.
Death faction has two heroes.
Those were the facts he knew for certain.
Aimée wants him at the Ministry.
Ministry meant away from home.
Him at the Ministry in the current circumstances means him cut off from his information network.
Him without information leaves him unable to act correctly, it's been proven repeatedly the last years.
Therefore, by wanting him at the Ministry, Aimée most likely wanted to neutralize him, or at least, his ability to react.
Attacking the Ministry was a bold move, and using Elizabeth even more so, which means that Aimée's plan is important enough to warrant the risks involved in that kind of distraction.
He sighed.
He was missing something.
Dace decided to think of the situation from another angle.
From Martha's reports, the situation in Orkney was tenuous at best, for both sides. The only thing keeping the old goat in check was his lack of appropriate ranged firepower. There was a real possibility this was a move to distract or attack Dumbledore.
After all, this 'Shirley' humiliated Martha, there was little to no chances that Aimée wouldn't use a fighter that good to carry out a mission while everyone's eyes were on her instead.
Them winning in Orkney once more was not only unpalatable, but dangerous, if the deadlands started to spread there too.
He got up.
It's not as if Aimée would accept him bringing an army, and he'd very much like his ex-wife alive if he could help it.
"Martha, tell Lily to take the army to Orkney, I have a feeling something's going to happen."
His wife's fists clenched on her dress, and she reluctanctly nodded.
Choose your army for the Orkney expedition :
[X] Lily ( Automatically taken, your only available hero unit due to previous choices)
[] Write in troops.
Do you give Lily some items before going?
[] Yes, Write in.
[] No
Do you use spells on you before going?
[] Yes , including all the boosts Martha can muster.
[] No
He used his wand to make the blood disappear as he walked through the fire and took in the scenery. People were huddled next to the wooden walls, herded by zombies. The creatures had their jaws open and teeth against the people's skins. One command, or spell, in his case, would have them bite down on the hostages before their death. The hallways were gloomy, the light having been dimmed and, on an improvised podium, was aimée, sitting on a throne while Elisabeth was on the ground next to her, arms crossed and looking more annoyed than frightened.
"Dace, finally you are here!" The undead woman called out exuberantly, in a fake friendly manner.
"So it would seem." He answered stiffly, expressing clearly he'd rather be somewhere else, doing something else.
"Now now, don't looks so angry, I know we didn't meet in the best of circumstances, but I was really looking forward to meeting you again, you know~?" She cooed, batting her eyelashes exaggeratedly, before her expression turned impish. " Still, I'm glad you're willing to play ball, it wouls have been a shame if I had to kill everyone here~"
He didn't need to think hard to notice people around them were panicking, even if they were unwilling to say anything. Aimée's head tilted as she snapped her fingers, invisible chains shimmering into existence all over Elizabeth before disintegrating, allowing the woman to get away from her under the undead's considering gaze.
"At the same time, it's a shame, imagine the things we could do together with your influence,
Lizzie." She sneered.
"I respectfully decline the offer." The human immediately snapped, causing her hands to fly to her heart in a fake wounded expression.
"My, between you and Shirley, I would have to start watching my back for sure~"
Dace felt his annoyance rise.
"I'm here, taking part in whatever distraction you've planned, so please spare me the banter if you don't intend to say anything constructive, vampire."
Aimée's grin widened, revealing sharp white teeth.
"My, someone's got some
bite today~" Though, she thankfully didn't say anything more, looking at her watch. " I'd go near this wall if I were you~"
Dace grabbed Elizabeth and obliged, and they all sat in a tense silence for an hour.
Then everything around them exploded, and Dace was glad he already was on the ground. Out of the hole in the wall emerged Shirley, an expression of self loathing on her face and a crying, chubby blond child under her arm. The boy was wriggling and struggling, golden spark emitted from his form.
Oh Apollo, you should have known better than choosing a child of Prophecy...
The child in question was Neville Longbottom, and he also looked more angry than panicked, and the words coming out from his mouth had Dace deeply concerned about what exactly Dumbledore has been teaching him.
Aimée jumped from her throne, snapping her fingers and causing Shirley and the child she was holding to disappear in a column of light, just as their pursuer appeared. Albus Dumbledore, who looked about to willingly commit genocide. He was wearing a silvery armor with purple cloth, his beard and hair were cut short and his glasses were nowhere to be seen. His frame looked a lot more muscular than it should, he was carrying a gigantic hammer, his skin had a golden sheen and his entire being was emitting golden light. His shining golden eyes scanned the room, before zeroing on Aimée.
"I would usually be more polite, but sadly, it seems that even at my age, I can run out of patience." Without any warning, he lifted his hammer and a black wave of energy washed through the people. Dace squinted, but his magic sense informed him it was a spell that allowed people to resist Death. Handy. Aimée snapped her fingers once more and ducked under the hammer's blow, before jumping back, away from another attack. Dumbledore had none of that, however, and opened his mouth.
Out of it came a powerful, angry roar laced with magic that caused the zombies to dissolve without even getting a chance to bite on their victims. That wiped the smirk off Aimée's face.
"Not even going to try to interrogate me? How rude~"
The older man had a bitter smile on his face.
"My dear, I already know where to find him. It is just a matter of eliminating resistance beforehand." And by the way he was behaving, it was pretty clear he wasn't talking about the piles of dust that used to be zombies.
"My, how ruthless~ Good thing I brought reinforcements~" Aimée snarked, raising a blue and a red envelope in each hand, before jumping back, levitating away from the fight as a torrent of flame entered the room from the hole, engulfing Dumbledore. When it ended, the man was unscathed, but was now staring at the figure coming out of the hole. Clad in spiky black armor, an army of brown and grey minions behind him.
The Overlord had arrived.
His helmeted head turned towards Aimée, who winked at him and threw him the red envelope, before pointing at Dumbledore and blowing him a kiss. The newly arrived faction leader then turned towards Dumbledore and raised his mace.
Indeed, Dace thought, this place was going to burn to the ground.
Aimée looked like she was about to run away, her face scrunched in concentration, when something stopped her cold. She then turned at Dace, looking surprised, bevore her lips slowly stretched into a mad grin.
"Oh Dace, I knew you weren't the best with people, but still, making little girls cry is a very bad thing, you naughty boy~"
At this moment, Dace knew what he was missing back then, and remember a detail.
His granddaughter was missing, and Shirley was teleported NorthWest of here.
Dace has enough time to take one action. Which one will it be?
(Due to having chosen the appropriate rumor, a new option was unlocked for Dace !)
[]Assist Dumbledore against Aimée and the Overlord
[]Evacuate ministry personnel.
I hope the first part isn't too annoying, I thought to include some of Dace's thought processes here.
Guess who's been doing some power levelling and doesn't have to worry about protecting his people anymore?
Also, had you chosen not to go, you'd have lost Ellie, but saved Chibi
Welp. At least thanks to Martha you've got spares?
Also, no Shirley to mess up your Orkney expedition!