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[X] [A very pale woman dressed in finery, she looked rather similar to Isabella]
Yes, all of my yes. Let the chaos and speechifying commence once the villainess once more encounters the heroine
 
[X] [A very unconscious, drooling snake-woman… scientist?]
Her name was Eliza, and she was quite possibly insane.

[X] [A purple… woman you suppose reforming herself, she had glowing yellow eyes and a maid outfit?]
Her name was unpronounceable, but she was eager to serve regardless.
 
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[A purple… woman you suppose reforming herself, she had glowing yellow eyes and a maid outfit?]

Shoggy.
 
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/Come. Rest in my bosom. Allow your worries to fade away./

... That was oddly tempting. You do not recall ever being tempted. Was this temptation?

She smiles.

/Come to me~/

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/Let us begin Master./

You let out a brief noise of alarm. It's all you you can before she has shoved you out the front door of the mansion and closed the door behind you.

You jerk around, worry and a fair bit of anger filling you as you yank the door back open. To see her...

Bowing.

/Welcome back master. Would you like a bath with me? Dinner with me? Or me?/
 
Maybe it's just me, but it kind of feels like in the first part Baeran is finding temptation to be a novel experience. Like, "Is this what it feels like to want to do something immoral? That's new. I've never felt that way before!"
 
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Maybe it's just me, but it kind of feels like in the first part Baeran is finding temptation to be a novel experience. Like, "Is this what it feels like to want to do something immoral? That's new. I've never felt that way before!"
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Hasn't really been a thing for the guy besides him getting overwhelmed by Brynhild once.
 
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    [A purple… woman you suppose reforming herself, she had glowing yellow eyes and a maid outfit?]

    Her name was unpronounceable, but she was eager to serve regardless.

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    You stare at the… it's effectively a puddle of purplish goop mixed with what appeared to be white cloth. It was covered in yellow eyes that were darting every which way, taking in the space around it, observing. It reminded you of a black pudding in a way, though, you very much doubt that it was. Ignis would be dead already and you would have serious questions about the current safety of Baldur's gate.

    "And what if I did?" Miki asks, her tail moving to wrap slowly around my arm. "He was… very polite to me."

    "Before marriage?" Ignis asks.

    Miki leans forward, grinning like… well, a cat. "Awww… does the big lizard want to hold hands and get a kiss on the cheek?"

    You expected Ignis to yell, perhaps attempt to fight Miki. Instead… you watch as her flames erupt along her tail and her eyes dart to the side. Her deep red skin darkens further around her cheeks. "I…"

    Beyond the door you heard the distinct sound of hooves rapidly tapping against the ground. All the while, the eyes, multitudinous in number but apparently singular in purpose, as one, all shift to look at you, then they widen.

    "Maybe have a nice little picnic underneath a tree where you talk about your feelings?" Miki coos.

    Ignis opens her mouth to speak, to retort, to deny, frankly you weren't really sure. But your attention, and the attention of everyone else in the room is drawn away as the figure Ignis tossed rises. Though, perhaps, that is the wrong verbiage. She, and it is definitely she, does not stand. She… reforms. A mass of purple, almost black liquid shoots up from the ground, twists, and reforms, until a moment later there is a woman standing there. She's Ignis's height, but where Ignis is built of muscle, this woman is built of… doughiness, is the best way you think you can put it. Her skin is a light purple, almost grey. With a deeper purple shade for her lips. White hair done up smartly underneath an equally white, prim cap like you would find on a noble's servant framed her face, perfectly symmetrical. Eyes with black sclera and yellow irises… three of them, two horizontal, one vertical just beneath her bangs, looked at you. It wasn't the only eyes, she was wearing a done up maid's uniform, not the kind actually worn for serving, the kind worn in the more bawdy plays. It was a pale thing, almost cream in color, with black sleeves, slits were cut in it, revealing yet more eyes poking out, all staring at you.

    She had no legs, instead she had a mass of dripping, sticky looking black tentacles underneath her that shifted and moved, molding into one another and reforming elsewhere, all the while she remained perfectly still, unbreathing, unblinking. The 'doughiness' was entirely due to the fact that while Ignis was gigantic, she was also muscular, more akin to a goliath than anything else. The woman here however, was large in other ways. Breasts roughly a head and a half again each hung from her chest, the cloth around them molded impossibly and perfectly to accentuate her curves, and the curves continue as well. A plump, not fat stomach, wide hips, and, though you could not see it from the front, you could tell this woman was rather gifted. She had the look of a happy chef about her, one who enjoyed the taste of her own food and feeding it to others.

    Then she reaches down, picks up the sides of her skirt, and curtsies. "Good evening my master, this one's name is Franciska, it will be a pleasure to serve you." Her voice is… unusually deep, throaty, but dignified. Yet it has a strange quality to it, one that is rather disconcerting, another voice is speaking there, underneath the first, in a tongue you could not understand. It was barely discernible, in fact, you aren't even sure it is quite real. But hearing her voice regardless was mildly terrifying and oddly seductive at the same time.

    … Seductive?

    You had never thought of anything as particularly seductive.

    You stare at the… maid for several moments, then turn my head towards Ignis. In another time, perhaps you would have been more tactful, perhaps more restrained. But you were feeling oddly… good. Your hand and arm were tingly, the room was smelling pleasantly of linen, something you had never noticed before, and you had just gotten out of a lovely conversation with Miki. So.

    "Ignis, why did you bring me some nobleman's midnight fantasy?"

    Ignis blinks slowly, and the blush on her cheeks fades away. "We uh, found her in the place where all those guys were talking about taking pain away and crap. She…" Ignis seems to have a hard time looking you in the eyes at the moment. "She was helping out there, tending to people and stuff. We talked to the…" Ignis shuts her eyes then sprints out of the room, her heavy steps thundering down the hall.

    You watch after her, and briefly wonder if you offended her before Brynhild moves a bit further in. "Don't worry Sir, she's just… embarrassed at the moment," Brynhild grins. "And perhaps dripping a little. But, in any case. We spoke to the priests and they are actively taking care of several monster girls who had rather unfortunate run-ins with the guards. I would not think a group dedicated to martyrdom would be quite so well-armed."

    "They're a good sort," you reply. "And Ignis recruited her… how?"

    "If this one may speak," Franciska says.

    You turn your head to look at her, and find the woman is now standing beside the bed. This apparently surprises Miki too as the woman stumbles back in alarm.

    "The stars whispered to me, speaking of the man who was meant to be my destined master. A paladin of beauty, but not of the order. I memorized your scent."

    /'This one memorized your soul. My oh my. What a lovely man you are./'

    She doesn't speak. Not with words. Your brain tingles as her voice echoing, all encompassing yet motherly and comforting plays over your senses.

    /'This one is ready to serve you in every capacity, my dear master./'

    It was apparent that everyone heard her as well, as Miki was clutching her head, her ears flat. While Brynhild was blinking rather rapidly.

    "We er…" Brynhild starts, then pauses. Her tongue moves out to wet her lips as her hand moves to rub the side of her head. "She… threw herself at Ignis, stating she needed to be brought here… and Ignis punched her in the face."

    /'And now this one is here./' She smiles, it's a smile without teeth or tongue. Her mouth is open, but nothing is there besides a black void. /'You are Baeran, you are this one's master. You may order anything of me./'

    … On the one hand, she was far from normal, but then… you had had telepathic conversations before, and she was at least being friendly. "Good evening Miss Franciska, I'm not seeking the employ of a maid at the moment, but you are certainly welcome to make yourself at home if you need a place to stay. Might I ask what draws you to me?"

    "You're calm about this nyaa?" Miki asks, still rubbing her ears.

    "I have feeling in my left hand again, it would be rather hard to dampen my mood at the moment."

    The linen was soft… and you found yourself enjoying the feeling of your fingers sinking into it. You had the ability to… feel before. But only on a base level, you could feel the individual strands, you could feel the give. It was something real, not just something present.

    You caught the surprise, then smug grin that fell onto Miki's visage, but you focus entirely on Franciska. "Ma'am?"

    /'This one desires a master to serve, as they have been removed from the employ of their creator. I sought a noble soul, a bright soul, unwavering, a lighthouse in the darkness./' Franciska leans closer, her breath hot, washes over you. Carrying with it the scent of something alien, but pleasant. You stare at her, and watch her lean further, and further, slowly realizing that she's not actually leaning over you anymore, she's stretched herself so that she's damn near perpendicular to the bed, her tentacles pressing against the ground and pushing her up. She doesn't touch you, she just looms. /'You shall be the sun to my moon master, now, please tell me how I might serve you?/'

    "Well, right now…" You shift your gaze to Miki. "Can I sit up?"

    "No." Miki replies.

    You smile. "Well, thank you for helping out the temple of Ilmater, I imagine they were rather… nervous about you."

    Franciska tilts her head. /'Whyever would they be?/'

    More eyes were forming on her face now, tracking your every movement. You stare at her for a moment, then to Miki, who was looking at you in amusement, and Brynhild, who was looking rather pleased all around. Then… you look past Franciska to the mirror beyond, and see a motherly woman in a cream-colored maid outfit standing just beside the bed, not purple and looming over it.

    You look back to see her even closer, her breasts now pressing against your face.

    /'Come. Rest in my bosom. Allow your worries to fade away./

    ... That was oddly tempting. You do not recall ever being tempted. Was this temptation?

    She smiles.

    /'Come to me~/

    You keep your eyes on Franciska's face. matching… one of her gazes. She wasn't evil, your senses still told you as much, so you simply relaxed, and allowed the odd to remain odd. "Tell me, do you recall how you came here?"

    Franciska is back by the side of the bed, you don't see her move from one position to the next. She bows her head in respect. /'Master, that is not important right now, is it?/'

    …

    You're going to regret this later, aren't you? But then, she's an odd one, and odd ones usually come with information. "Are you refusing to answer your master?"

    Brynhild gasps.

    Franciska shudders. /'As you wish./' She purrs, in your brain, an odd feeling. /'I was traversing the edge of the Outside when I found myself bound in a ritual circle. Before I could react I was being hurtled through the planes and I found myself here./'

    "Did you see anything as you went?"

    Franciska nods. /''A god, ancient beyond ancient, reaching into infinite planes and withdrawing infinite entities. It was made of arms and eyes, and it seemed surprised this one saw it. It rather reminded me of the first masters./

    A god… that tracks with what Ilias had said. "The first masters?"

    /'Yes./ Franciska replies, unhelpfully.

    A sweet scent begins to fill the room again, only this time not from Franciska, you shift your gaze slightly to see Brynhild still stands in the threshold, her tail whipping behind her. You shift your gaze back. "And those are?"

    /'I dare not speak their names, master. Not even to you./ She then smiles, tilting her head. /'Now, may I begin to clean the mansion master?/

    …

    You're feeling tired, and frankly this day was weird enough… and exhausting enough as is.

    "Go ahead." You reply.

    She bows, then steps out of the room, her hands clasped in front of her as she begins to hum a dainty little song. Brynhild watches her go, one of her horse ears flicking, then she looks back at you and smiles. "Fuyao shall be happy at least."

    "For help?" you reply. This was all moving rather fast, but then, when wasn't it?

    "Having another human around like herself." Brynhild replies.

    … Ah yes. Whether that was an illusion or something else you couldn't say. But not even outsiders could hide their evil nature. She was to be watched, and further questioned. But right now Miki rather wanted you to remain on the bed. You'll add it to the many lists of things you had to deal with. "What happened to Ilias and Isabella?"

    "They're both still in town sir, Isabella is getting her clothes and seeking out more information."

    "You left Isabella alone?" you ask.

    "Fuyao is with them now, your mother was not at the temple."

    You close your eyes, setting your head back against the pillow. "Which means she is looking for me. Right. I need to go back to town tomorrow."

    "You canno-" Miki replies.

    You hold up a hand. "Nothing strenuous, you've done wonderful work so far Miki and I am… very grateful to you. But I won't allow my mother to worry about me… More than she already does."

    "No, I meant you cannot." Miki replies. "One of the potions I gave you was a paralytic for your legs."

    You blink, then look down. You try to wiggle your toes, and they ignore your command. "... Why?"

    "So you wouldn't try to run off and save somebody instead of getting healed. I thought if you were gone when Cidrom came back she would eat me."

    You want to argue that, you want to state that it wasn't necessary. But it seems you have developed a reputation. So you say nothing, laying your head back on the pillow again, exhaustion filling you. "Did you also give me a sleep aid?"

    "No." Miki replies.

    "That's interesting then," you begin to say. And then you blink… and you're gone.

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    You awoke eight… Maybe more hours later, sunlight was pouring in through the windows in Miki's room, and you blinked… groggily. Your body felt very heavy, your muscles felt… sore. A faint aching throb was running up and down your body, and above all else, you felt a very strong desire to sleep. All of that was rather unusual.

    But then, what wasn't?

    You turn your head slowly to see Miki sitting on a chair, her arms on the bed, her head resting upon them. Her head was rolled to the side, an ear flicking as she slept quietly less than a foot away from your face. She was beautiful, she was kind, and you were very grateful to know her. Gently extricating yourself from the bed, you stand, careful not to wake Miki as you do so. Every step was heavier than normal, it felt like your body was returning from a long sleep, a very long sleep in fact. The room had changed since you slept, a large crate was sitting open by the door, filled with strange looking plants. Empty potion bottles surrounded the bed, not haphazardly, but there were many.

    You were, thankfully, wearing your trousers. As you had no desire to remain within Miki's personal space and walking around the mansion naked seemed like a recipe for disaster. And as you move, you pause, and catch a look at yourself in the mirror. The scarred flesh is gone now, fading away where it wasn't missing entirely. It was… sensitive, oddly so. Like a limb waking up from a long sleep. You felt things you hadn't realized you lost. Fabric upon skin, the scent of the false-wood that makes up the mansion. You shift your legs uneasily, feeling the cloth rub against them.

    Your senses are more active now, more alive. Was that the cause then? Were you less mortal than you were before? Less half-elven? Is it senses that make the man? Were you more automata than free will? You could no longer die, not truly, the world wasn't going to let you. And once one loses the ability to die, one loses the ability to be alive. Life is nothing without death, for it is in death you reach the eternity destined for you. Life was, is, meant to only be a short fragment of one's existence. And between your lack of sense, and your lack of… finality, you had apparently become little more than a weapon yourself.

    It had been an interesting day yesterday, that was for certain. Revelations from you, revelations from Miki, revelations from Ilias, and another 'woman'... if you could call her that, stuck in the middle of this mess. But then, your life has been far from normal lately. But then, you couldn't rightfully say it ever was normal to begin with. To be a Paladin was to be above a normal man or woman, this wasn't something to be lauded however, you were above them in the sense that you lived your life by a strict morality. Whether that be law, redemption, conquest, or any innumerable others.

    It was also something you were, apparently, failing. Evil was meant to be destroyed, evil wasn't meant to exist. Evil was a consequence of misused freewill and beings that knew nothing but it. Evil would always exist as long as the hells did, evil would always exist as long as mortals did. But you weren't evil. No. Not yet. Bitter, yes. Broken, quite possibly. But you would not fall, you would sooner fall on your sword than loft the banner of self-righteousness and corruption. But you needed guidance, you needed righting.

    … And you could no longer be stupid enough to think you could chart the course yourself.

    But regardless,

    You had a rather extensive apology to make to Fuyao, and as for Cidrom, you could only hope she would forgive you. Perhaps to Ignis as well, but for now… you had to get back into the town, you had a mother to hunt down. They would go with you, all of the group, they were a statement of your protection, and they were quickly rather becoming a party.

    You open the door slowly, and pause as you see Franciska standing just outside the precipice. She opens her mouth to speak, but you put a hand to your lips, slip through the door, and close it behind you.

    The maid takes a step back, then gestures a hand down the hall. "Breakfast is ready sir. After that, I would suggest a bath with me."

    "Excuse m-"

    She is gone, fading into the shadows on the wall, and you are left standing there. You glance down, you were barefoot, you had no shirt, and you were quite likely filthy. But you were also…

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    Ravenously hungry.

    You make your way down the hall, your mind racing with thoughts. You had things to do today, people to speak to, things to make up for. First, food, you can't recall the last time you had actually needed to eat. Then, back to Baldur's Gate… after you found who was in the mansion and performed the apologies necessary.

    But right now, food, food, and a chance to think about what was to come. Your mind was racing, you didn't want to pause to think, not really. You felt… you felt more alive, more mortal. In ways you couldn't truly describe or even process. Right now the only thing your body desired was food. Food, and something else that was… alien to you, there was a strange burning going on, a desire you couldn't quite place. But you had a hard time focusing on it while you began to eat. It wasn't the food the servants normally prepared, indeed, you didn't see them anywhere as you settled in. But you were having a rather hard time focusing on that either.

    You sat, you ate, you thought, you planned.

    It was going to be a busy day, and one hopefully not filled with surprises.

    …

    But of course…

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    This is meant to focus on less developed characters. And yes. He's questioning the fact he has a maid shortly. He's… not all there.

    [] [Ignis discovered Tempus, the God of War and his Paladin order… these ones were friendlier.]

    [] [Isabella met… a more local vampire]
     
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    • [X] [Ignis discovered Tempus, the God of War and his Paladin order… these ones were friendlier.]

    Miki is hilarious here, paralyzing Baeran because she's worried Ciderom would eat her if Baeran got up and left. Also, new info about whatever is dragging the mg's to Baeran world, that's nice.
     
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    "Maybe have a nice little picnic underneath a tree where you talk about your feelings?" Miki coos.
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    Miki, stop, you've already killed Ignis!

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    "I have feeling in my left hand again, it would be rather hard to dampen my mood at the moment."
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    Keep going Baeran, Miki isn't dead yet!

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    ... That was oddly tempting. You do not recall ever being tempted. Was this temptation?
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    Yes, yes it is. Feel what the mere mortals feel!

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    "No, I meant you cannot." Miki replies. "One of the potions I gave you was a paralytic for your legs."
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    Good call! Keeps him from running off!

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    It wasn't the food the servants normally prepared, indeed, you didn't see them anywhere as you settled in.
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    Those poor poor invisible servants.

    [X] [Isabella met… a more local vampire]

    She must accidentally the local vampire population!
     
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    More eyes were forming on her face now, tracking your every movement. You stare at her for a moment, then to Miki, who was looking at you in amusement, and Brynhild, who was looking rather pleased all around. Then… you look past Franciska to the mirror beyond, and see a motherly woman in a cream-colored maid outfit standing just beside the bed, not purple and looming over it.
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    We've found a downside to seeing through illusions. Although, I would have thought that a Shogotth would be skilled enough to maintain a consistent form without the use of illusions.

    I wonder what Franciska will look like to Baerun when she tries to turn into furniture.
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    She bows, then steps out of the room, her hands clasped in front of her as she begins to hum a dainty little song. Brynhild watches her go, one of her horse ears flicking, then she looks back at you and smiles. "Fuyao shall be happy at least."
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    Oh dear. The head tingle must have included the removal of their memories of Franciska as a puddle.
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    So ya'll like Franciska?
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    I want to see her trying to compete with the Unseen Servants, with mixed results!
     
    Baeran is finally learning! So proud of him. Still stuck in a thoroughly unhealthy mental rut from the looks of it, but he's at least looking for help now. Franciska seems interesting, though based on Brynhild's reaction she'll need some lessons in mental consent. She came along with some lovely little lore nuggets as well, but I'm not drawing much out of "arms and eyes" at the moment.

    [X] [Isabella met… a more local vampire]

    Surely Gorefiend will be able to suborn this local force of wickedness into her evil thrall!
     
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    "For help?" you reply. This was all moving rather fast, but then, when wasn't it?

    "Having another human around like herself." Brynhild replies.
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    ... Huh.
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    Franciska shudders. /'As you wish./' She purrs, in your brain, an odd feeling. /'I was traversing the edge of the Outside when I found myself bound in a ritual circle. Before I could react I was being hurtled through the planes and I found myself here./'

    "Did you see anything as you went?"

    Franciska nods. /''A god, ancient beyond ancient, reaching into infinite planes and withdrawing infinite entities. It was made of arms and eyes, and it seemed surprised this one saw it. It rather reminded me of the first masters./
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    Okay, this does confirm what Illias said, which Bearen did think, but it's worth having extra confirmation.

    Also Franciska has causally swims around in the space between realms. That's cool.

    This might be semantics, but I also don't think she's casting illusions. I think she's rewriting how the world itself presents her on the fly. She's just not doing it to Bearen because she's knows that'll get her farther with him faster.
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    "The first masters?"

    /'Yes./ Franciska replies, unhelpfully.

    A sweet scent begins to fill the room again, only this time not from Franciska, you shift your gaze slightly to see Brynhild still stands in the threshold, her tail whipping behind her. You shift your gaze back. "And those are?"

    /'I dare not speak their names, master. Not even to you./
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    Some heafty Outer Gods, gotcha. Bearen would probably still be okay, but his regrowing nerves don't need the extra stress.

    Also the thing doing the portal shit is about on that power scale. That's real bad.
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    "The stars whispered to me, speaking of the man who was meant to be my destined master. A paladin of beauty, but not of the order. I memorized your scent."

    /'This one memorized your soul. My oh my. What a lovely man you are./'
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    Oh this one's a mega freak. I like that.
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    "You're calm about this nyaa?" Miki asks, still rubbing her ears.
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    Hmm, seems she's not disguising herself to Miki either.

    Theory: As a creature of Wonderland, Miki is just a wee bit mad. Therefore, Franciska doesn't need to protect her mind from her true form. The truth won't damage her mind anymore then it already is.

    So it follows Bearen must also be slightly mad. Nice to know his strange way of thinking is madness at least.


    [X] [Ignis discovered Tempus, the God of War and his Paladin order… these ones were friendlier.]

    I really like the idea of Gorefiend discovering her local equivalent, but Ignis finding a paladin order she vibes with just sounds like such a good time.
     
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