Missy was bored. They'd finished cataloging the room where Vicky had found the Ook of Infinite Spells. Missy Grumbled at the stupid name, how stupidly powerful it was, and how Stupid that Vicky had found it. They'd moved on to the last room of the day, before they'd backtrack via one of her tunnels of warped space, and leave. They would probably be back in here tomorrow, and maybe they'd have a bit more fun. Oh, and she'd drawn the straw for guarding the door.
Naurelin had been correct, though. This was the Kiddy section of the closet. Assault, Battery and a very scantily clad young woman with fire red hair, generous bustline, leathern wings from her back, and a pair of ivory horns on her head, had shown up, asking if someone could heal them up. Missy goggled at the stranger, who was cussing and grumbling in French. To her surprise, Assault would say something back, which would cause the woman to groan. The thing that made Missy gape was that the woman was only a couple inches taller than she was.
"Priere," Assault said to the red head, "This is Vista. Vista, this is Priere fille de Robert."
Vista nodded and smiled. "Hello."
The Woman's reaction was not what Vista was expecting. The woman cowered in front of Vista on her knees, alternating between whining "Please don't kill me!" and "I'm not worthy!"
The expression on Vista's face was priceless. He was pretty sure it matched his own croggled expression. "Priere, please. She's a hero, not some deity."
The woman got up, still eyeing Vista cautiously. With a cautious curtsy, she mumbled "Pleased to make your acquaintance." She then proceeded to keep Assault between her and Vista until they left, heading for the exit.
Thus it was that Missy found herself bored and somewhat confused at the door. Again.
"Psst." The sound was like a burbling, leaking steam line, except there was no visible plumbing in the rooms they'd been in.
"Psst!" There was the sound again, much closer. Missy turned towards the sound...
...And found herself staring into the hood of any empty cloak. She inhaled, getting ready to scream like a cheerleader, when a gloved hand covered her mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you like that." The voice, even though it was very apologetic, still sounded like a creepy thing trying to be extra creepy.
Missy took one look at her visitor, and sighed. "Of course, It's a cloak. We're in a closet, so of course, there'll be haunted clothing," she groused.
"Not just any cloak, but Cloak!" the seemingly empty garment said, straightening up and trying to look menacing.
For some reason, all Missy could do is giggle, quietly.
Cloak turned it's hood slightly, as if it could hear something. "Whoops, there's the others." A gloved hand reached into the hood, and pulled out a box of donuts from a particularly good Brockton Bay bakery. "Here, this will probably help a bit. Don't worry, things get better from here on out!" Cloak cheerfully waved, and the floated down the hallway at a good clip before disappearing from sight.
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Dean looked a bit strange as he stared at the door, where Missy was eating a donut from a box of them. His train of thought was interrupted by Dennis, who was trying to get his attention. "Yo, Gallant! Anyone home?"
"Yeah, Dennis, I'm here." He shook his head to clear it. "For a few seconds, I thought there were two Missys at the door." He shrugged. "This place is playing hell with my powers."
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