Tribulations of an Apprentice Witch
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[x] Go downstairs and have a few more drinks before you turn in, maybe talk to someone if they're friendly. Star seems kind of untalkative at this point, and Ivy's probably still annoyed with you.
Between this and Ivy talk and I suppose space isn't terrible? We can still talk a little to Ivy if we find something interesting!
Between this and Ivy talk and I suppose space isn't terrible? We can still talk a little to Ivy if we find something interesting!
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- Everywhere, Anywhere, Nowhere.
[x] Find somewhere quiet where you can think, or maybe have a private conversation with Ivy.
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- They/Them
[x] Stay here and try to keep Star company a bit before you both go to bed -- she seems upset.
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- Somewhere!
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- She/Her
[x] Stay here and try to keep Star company a bit before you both go to bed -- she seems upset.
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- Nova Scotia
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- She/Her
Typo: "defencive" should be "defensive".
Also, you tell her, Ivy.
I'll pretend like this is an indication that I haven't made typos in other posts x_x (It took me way too long to write twenty five hundred words, so I was probably too lax with the proof reading).
Yes. Term is non-gendered.
Turning someone into a vampire is known to involve bites, but not everyone vampires bite actually turn into one -- otherwise the country would be completely overrun. You're not sure what the distinction there is, there's a lot of conflicting rumours and misinformation.
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- She/Her
I went back to check, and I said this in an early post:
I probably should have gone into facial features there at the time, but by this point it's vague enough that you can sort of fill in the blanks to a degree within the framework that's established, along with details like Mina having a tendency to grin a lot.me said:
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Potential to become a cat girl? Neko-chan ftw!
So that's Gramgrams right? All part of her plot to defeat death I'm guessing, classic necromancer stuff. Though I suppose it could also be someone she trapped and who will want revenge against our adorably earnest friend/crush
Mmhmm, so the soul's manipulating her to get a body (probably her's)?
So that went very wrong (or right for the soul in possession of a new body)...
Hmm, at least they aren't trying very hard to dissuade us of the possession. Didn't really think about the zombie butler though so I guess we have to be subtle and she doesn't, maybe she doesn't know it's her/that it'll listen to her orders? Gonna guess Ivy is in the amulet though.
Wass that their hatred for foul necromatic practices that caused them to part from their most intimidating tool or something else? Hehe this is interesting, wonder if they'd really want to harm us for helping our friend even if they do blame her for her connection to Gramgrams
Why the assumption that they're female? Or is that just easier to picture?
Hmm, first priority ought to be getting our friend her body back methinks. Regardless of what they plan to do with the body thief it shouldn't warrant letting them keep the body
so we ought to do what needs to be done before we miss our chance.
Wow is Ivy difficult, still we name her friend so we can't turn on her just because her personality is incredibly grating
Untying her is a bit too risky. We seem to want to help her but we ought to remember it's our friend's body on the line, not ours. Hahaha, wow she really hasn't changed since getting robbed at 13. Now I'm wondering if that was actually that long ago...
Huh, caution was warranted I guess with her being a sorceress.
Wow I dislike hot heads, constantly get themselves in trouble and just expect the people around them to fix it. Wasn't she a soldier? Couldn't she realise how untenable our position is and wait to perform a sneak attack later rather than attack while surrounded?
Ugh irrationality is to be expected but do we really have to waste time on some idiot crying that an attempted assault on sleeping travellers ended with her friend killed? If only Brute had just finished her before we got out and ended up in her sights.
Might make for a good person but when it interferes with the killing of a bandit with a gun who just attcked camp it makes for a terrible soldier. In this setting I'd say it just makes for a dead person though.
Huh so at least Star recognises that was irrational behaviour... I'd imagine Mina would be bit put off by murdering someone in their sleep though since she has neither time as a soldier nor necromancer to desensitise her to death. Yay I was right!
Hehe, that series of lines resulted in an extremely manly giggle. Would've loved to see Ivy try and analyse that.
Huh, not sure what they want but eavesdropping isn't the best introduction is it?
Hm, makes sense that Ivy is feeling scared and powerless right now.
Lies almost always backfire, figure drop a comment at the when your business with him is done saying someone is looking for him to buy a sword.
IVY KNOWS OUR WEAKNESS! :O
Aw it's really adorable that Anselma thinks she can order us around. Is disrespecting her lady a berserk button for her or something, or maybe the stutter was just an act?
Gunther seems the most stable/reliable but I think Mina might prefer a pretty face. Really starting to dislike Anselma though, I'd like to see them bully us with Brute around!
Woo! I'm up to date, nice of everyone to just be cool with us making decisions based on how pretty people are. Hoping it eventually works out for Ivy and that Star will stick around later. Just wondering, alteration should have decent synergy with necromancy right? In terms of forming constructs anyway.
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[X] Stay here and try to keep Star company a bit before you both go to bed -- she seems upset.
No. of votes: 8
Hannz, ChildishChimera, query, kinigget, The Laurent, NemoMarx Unseelie, Grigori
[x] Find somewhere quiet where you can think, or maybe have a private conversation with Ivy.
No. of votes: 5
pressea, veekie, SynchronizedWritersBlock, Muer'ci, ObsidianWings
[x] Go downstairs and have a few more drinks before you turn in, maybe talk to someone if they're friendly. Star seems kind of untalkative at this point, and Ivy's probably still annoyed with you.
No. of votes: 4
mistakenot, cB557, Andelevion, Power
##### 3.21
[X] Stay here and try to keep Star company a bit before you both go to bed -- she seems upset.
No. of votes: 8
Hannz, ChildishChimera, query, kinigget, The Laurent, NemoMarx Unseelie, Grigori
[x] Find somewhere quiet where you can think, or maybe have a private conversation with Ivy.
No. of votes: 5
pressea, veekie, SynchronizedWritersBlock, Muer'ci, ObsidianWings
[x] Go downstairs and have a few more drinks before you turn in, maybe talk to someone if they're friendly. Star seems kind of untalkative at this point, and Ivy's probably still annoyed with you.
No. of votes: 4
mistakenot, cB557, Andelevion, Power
"I don't feel much like going anywhere either," you confess, stretching out on your bed. "It's… been a long day."
Star sighs at that. You turn your head to look at her, and see that she's rolled onto her side, drawing her legs up against her chest. "It doesn't feel that long to me," she says, voice odd. "Mostly, I'm just thinking about how fast everything's going. I was stuck in that thing for so long, not knowing anything about what was going on, and then I get out, and…I'm with you, in a body that isn't really mine, and with someone else who I can't even talk to without you filtering everything first." Star closes her eyes before adding: "... and everyone else is dead."
It's hard to know what to say to that. It's not as though anything in your life comes close to the loss Star must be experiencing. Waking up and the entire world you knew being gone is too big to really fathom or wrap your head around. Maybe that's why she didn't have this reaction until she'd heard more of the story, paired with a name and a face she remembered, even if they hadn't known each other well. "I'm sorry," you tell her.
She keeps her eyes closed, and for a moment, you think she's already fallen asleep, wearing her clothes and everything. But then she opens her eyes again, and says: "You're really not what I expected from a witch. Ivy's more what I expected."
You frown at that. Ivy is currently not offering comment, but she stirs in the back of your mind uncomfortably none the same. "Ivy's not a bad person," you say. You believe this -- she has flaws, certainly. She can be callous, is bad at recognising other peoples' feelings when they're inconvenient for her, and she presumes a lot on friendship. But she can be extremely generous, and surprisingly trusting. Kind, even, in her own way. It's hard to express that to someone who hasn't exactly ever met Ivy at her best. Who hasn't really met Ivy at all.
"I don't think she's a bad person," Star says. "At least… from what I felt of her while she was wearing me, and from what you've translated from her. But she is…" Star trailed off, as if trying to find words to give voice to a concept that was mostly escaping her. "... she's just more along the lines of what I always thought about witches. She can be cold, and she has strange ideas about things other people would think are unsavory -- necromancy and the like. She didn't even consider that I might be a person before she started experimenting on me, even though she knew I was still alive. It's hard to hate her now, though, thinking about her being trapped like I was. No one deserves that."
In the back of your head, Ivy seems to settle down, as if a little comforted by what she's heard, that at least Star isn't about to launch into a list of everything wrong with Ivy's character.
"What's witch training like?" Star asks, changing the subject without any particular warning. "You say that you go to a school -- I thought witches were usually taught by family."
You shrug. "There have always been witches trained at Blacktree Hill. Not everyone comes from an ancient ancestral line that can pass on family traditions, and trading secrets and techniques was always a good idea even when they did. The school's just more… public than it used to be."
"Back when we hanged you," she says, a little self consciously.
"I'm sure some of us deserved it," you offer. "I try not to turn anyone into anything unless they're okay with it, or they're pointing a gun at me, though." You give her a smile at that, trying to lighten the mood. You're not sure it works.
"Some of you did," Star says, bluntly. "But we would have hanged you too, just for knowing how to do something like that. It didn't matter how you actually used it."
Maybe it's a good time to actually answer her original question. "It's nothing too special. Blacktree, I mean. You go there and start off with the basics in general casting. A little bit of everything -- you can't become a proper novice until you can show you have that much. So that's a lot like an ordinary school. Scheduled lessons, instructors for all the disciplines. Sure, some of it's a bit more intense, and you have to deal with… some unpleasant things in the necromancy lab, or the first time you try to turn a frog into a fish, but it's better than trying to figure things out on your own."
"Or being taught by your family, sometimes," Ivy adds, unexpectedly. "There's less expectation, and a less… skewed viewpoint. Don't tell her that, please -- I… don't really know how to explain it to her if she asks for clarification." You've never been in Ivy's situation, but you've known her for long enough to get a basic idea -- her family is very harsh and very traditional about certain things, both in terms of being an ancient clan of necromancers and being an ancient noble line. There was probably a reason Ivy was seeking an apprenticeship outside of her family, beyond simple pride.
"Sorcerers who try to figure things out on their own end up lighting themselves on fire," Star notes. "I can't imagine witches fare a lot better."
"Well, it's usually not that bad," you say, reasonably. "Usually they just end up weak and with a flawed understanding of how things work." You've heard horror stories, though, that make lighting yourself on fire sound tame. "After a few years, you specialise. I went into alteration, because I'm good at that, and it's useful. My parents hoped I would focus on learning how to make magical charms and potions, though."
"... so they could sell them?" Star guessed.
You grin at her, and this time, she smiles a little in response. "Yeah, something like that," you agree. "They also want me to make friends with people who might be willing to go into business like that. Most witches don't like to work openly that way -- it's all this… fly by night criminal underground stuff, like we're having to bother with."
"You still need to find someone to complete your training?" Star prompts.
"Yes," you agree. "I need to finish an apprenticeship. Unless you have really good connections, though, finding a decent master means impressing people. Which is why I was in the middle of nowhere trying to help Ivy with a ridiculous experiment.
"You don't have to keep rubbing in that it was so ridiculous," Ivy grouses quietly, but without any real heat.
"Things were a lot more organised for me," Star said. "When I started accidentally shocking people who touched me, and starting small fires, they gave me to the crown. All sorcerers were, for the benefit of the kingdom. I have no idea how they get taught now"
"Some come to Blacktree," you say. "Not so many, though. I think there are smaller groups that train them, here and there."
Star makes a very funny face at that, but decides not to comment.
"Have your powers started to come back more?" you prod.
"A little," she says, lifting a hand up over her head and flexing her fingers experimentally. "It's coming back to me. Channeling magic through this body isn't the same as my old one. And I'm rusty. There's… a lot of things about having a new body to get used to."
You recall Ivy's extreme discomfort at even the thought of having to transfer her soul to a new body instead of Star vacating hers. "Is it… uncomfortable for you?" you ask. "I mean… does it feel bad?"
"No," Star says, without any hesitation. She looks a little surprised by the suggestion. "It feels wonderful, to be able to move and talk and eat again. It feels better than--" she stops here, her surprise melting into something far less comfortable. "... it's better than some things would be," she finishes, and you can tell that's not what she originally had to say. "I don't have any complaints, other than having to force someone else to live in that amulet," she adds. Abruptly, she stands up, and crosses over to the changing screen in the corner. "I should get ready for bed," she says.
"Strange reaction," you murmur, low enough that hopefully only Ivy can hear.
"I suppose any body must feel like a better option by this point," Ivy says. "Her original one was probably burned or rotted away or used as a zombie years ago. I'd probably get less picky if that were the case. Well, maybe." She gives the mental equivalent of a shudder.
Eventually, Star re-emerges in one of Ivy's nightgowns, creased and wrinkled from its long stay in a travel bag. As she crosses back to her bed, she gives you an odd sort of look, then reaches down to tentatively put a hand on your arm. "Thanks for… talking to me about things," she says, quietly. "And for not pushing." With that, she slips into bed, and under the covers. It's a simple, quite possibly entirely platonic gesture on her part, but you can feel the warmth of that touch until you finally slip into sleep.
**
You wake up earlier than you expected. You thought you'd at least manage until eight, given the length of your journey, but when you get up, it's still very early. You've always been a morning person, and getting up at 6:00 AM is as much second nature as it is habit from your schedule at Blacktree. Star is still sound asleep on her own bed, and you decide to dress and wash up quietly before slipping downstairs.
The common room is far from deserted, although it has little of the bustle and levity of last night. Its tables are principally filled with guests keeping similar hours to your own -- some of them clearly bleary and hung over -- and people in dock workers' clothes, hurriedly enjoying breakfast and tea before a day of backbreaking labour.
Valerie is nowhere to be seen, and you're actually greeted by none other than Claud, who is apparently no worse for wear for the late hours he kept the night before. "Miss Mina," he says, beaming at you. "You must be hungry." He expertly steers you toward a seat that's conspicuously farther away from the other occupied tables, one hand guiding you at the small of your back.
You're not sure how to feel about that -- last night, that light touch on your arm was the first time Star had initiated affectionate contact. It was hardly incredibly intimate, or outside the realm of what one might do for an entirely platonic friend, but it gave you... Is hope even the right word? What are you hoping for? You can hardly take things very far with Star still being in Ivy's body. Not without hurting Ivy a great deal. And it's not as though you've forgotten about her -- you've known Ivy for longer, and maybe once she has her body back, she'll be so grateful that…
You let the thought trail off and die. Managing such feelings for two girls at once would be a headache even at the best of times. Admiring Claud feels safer; you're reasonably certain that he's the sort that flirts with everyone, but that doesn't necessarily mean that the flirting is just an empty promise. Would Star or Ivy mind, if they caught you kissing a serving boy in a backroom or something like that? Ivy could hardly fail to notice, tied in with your senses as she was.
It was probably a good idea just to stick with admiring. "You're really going out of your way to get me alone," you note, glancing at the other patrons at the far end of the room. Hopefully, 'just sticking to admiring' wouldn't have to preclude a little harmless flirting.
Claud laughs. "I do what I can for a pretty girl," he says, before hitching a hip against the table, and leaning in so as to minimise the chances of your being overheard. "Valerie is asleep," he explains. "She worked all night, so she's probably not getting up until the afternoon. She sent out some inquiries last night, though, and she asked me to give you a bit of information."
You blink at that. This was moving a lot faster than expected, and you hadn't realised that Claud was trusted to that degree. You'd assumed he was simply a pretty server.
"That's how it always was when I was here as well," Ivy chimes in. "The kind of information she deals in involves people who mainly work at night, I suppose. It really is impressive how fast she works, though."
Impressive was certainly one word for it. "Information about, uh… the Partsmonger?" you ask.
Claud shakes his head. "Not him, yet. That one takes a bit more… arrangement. She looked into your necromancer problem, though. You have a few options there, depending on what you're willing to pay."
"How many options is 'a few'?" you ask.
Claud shrugs. "Well, three that she wanted to put any stock in. There are others, obviously, but she can't vouch for them all, or she can, but it's nothing good." Claud reached into his pocket, and casually drops a folded square of paper on the table. "Their names, addresses and some reputations are here," he says. "Read it over during breakfast, talk it over with your quiet friend. Go talk to one or two of them -- it'll give you both something to work on while you wait on your other meeting. Our fee will be discussed when you check out."
You slide the paper over to your side of the table, and began to unfold it. "Thanks," you say, giving him a smile.
"I told you," he says. "I do what I can for a pretty girl." Then he actually winks at you, and heads off to the kitchen, presumably to see about getting you something for breakfast.
"Is… he flirting with you?" Ivy asks, sounding uncertain.
You suppress a burst of laughter which, sitting by a table alone, would have looked strange. "Yes," you say, after a long moment. "I doubt it means anything."
"It's a good thing he's a boy, then," Ivy says. "After last night, I don't think I trust you around flirty people anymore."
You try not to laugh again. "Well," you say, "I've got some bad--"
"Claud!" A man's voice, loud, choked with emotion, snaps your attention up immediately. A haggard looking blond man has appeared from somewhere while you weren't looking, and has caught Claud's arm before he can disappear into the kitchen. "Claud, There's been another one!"
Claud attempts to pull his arm out of the man's grip, looking around the common room and noting the attention he's receiving with an unhappy look. "Can this wait?" he asks. "I'm working."
"It's Heidi!" the man says, his voice breaking a little. "They found her this morning, in her apartment. Same as the others. You need to be more careful!"
A brief, shocked expression goes across Claud's face at the name, but the last part seems to make his face go strangely hard with annoyance. He yanks his arm free more forcefully this time, and begins to head to the kitchen, real expediency diminishing his usual teasing grace. "I'm not doing anything stupid, Simon," he says, irritably. "We've had this conversation before."
"Do you want to die?" the man asks, his voice shockingly loud, even as Claud slams the door to the kitchen. All other noise in the common room has stilled. "You'll have to face reality at some point!" The man -- Simon -- lets out a loud exhalation. When he turns and finds the entire room staring at him, he goes bright red with embarrassment or anger, and storms out.
"Well… that was something," you murmur.
"I bet he's talking about the murders," Ivy decides.
"Maybe," you agree. "It's hard to say."
"You could ask him."
"... the yelling guy?" That doesn't seem like a terribly productive idea.
"No, Claud! He's flirting with you, isn't he?"
"That… is probably not a great idea," you say. "He doesn't exactly seem like he was pleased to be shouted at about this stuff in the middle of a crowd. It's probably best not to bother him about it."
"It's not like we're looking to catch a murderer," Ivy agrees, sounding strangely disappointed. "So I guess it's for the best."
Despite your words, you can't help but feel a twinge of concern. What if Claud is in trouble, or somehow at risk of ending up the murderer's next victim? It's awful to think of someone as charming and lively as him ending up killed in such a gruesome fashion. Even you, though, have your limits on how many beautiful people's problems you can throw yourself into at one time. Probably best just not to think about it.
**
Star is of a similar mind to you about Claud. "Just because someone is airing his personal problems in public at his workplace doesn't mean it's okay to go prying into things, or to assume he has anything to do with that business," she says, firmly.
"Well, it's certainly suggestive," Ivy says.
Star scowls at you when you relate this. Or possibly at the amulet. "It's still not our business," she says.
"It's also not what's important right now," you remind them both, spreading the paper out on the table. It has turned out to be three pieces of paper folded together, each one giving you enough information on a potential necromancer to make your decision, hopefully. "We could go to see one of these people today, if we can decide quickly enough."
"Assuming they're even awake," Star reminds you.
"Necromancers aren't nocturnal," Ivy contradicts. Before admitting: "Well, unless there's a lot of work to be done. Or a ritual that needs to happen only at night. Or you're working with undead or spirits that die in the sunlight. Or they're a vampire necromancer. Oh, stop it, Mina, you don't have to sound so sarcastic as you repeat it."
Star forks a bit of egg into her mouth, hiding a small smile. You brought her up breakfast after you finished eating, so you could talk about this all the sooner. She points to one of the pages, smile dying on her lips. "What's this about the Light Maker Guild?" she asks, frowning. "Why would people who make lamps and candles have a necromancer on retainer?"
"They also maintain all the streetlights, and any of the houses that have gas lighting piped into them," you explain. "So… they're pretty powerful. This necromancer, Grigori, he's probably there to help them deal with any incidents involving undead or witchcraft that affect they're people. A lot of necromancers are handy enough with alteration to be a decent healer, too. Witches are useful."
Star nods. "So… he must be trustworthy, if such an important guild keeps him on."
"Oh, trustworthy enough for them, certainly. They're his primary employers. That's no guarantee about two girls he doesn't know performing a ritual involving a very valuable artifact and an expensively preserved corpse," Ivy says.
Star starts to frown when you tell her this, so you quickly add your own two cents: "I have… a bit of an in there," you admit. "My parents have a lot of dealings with this Guild. My family supplies a lot of the parts they use in their pipes and more complicated lanterns."
"Oh," Ivy says, as if pleasantly surprised. "So, if we tell him who your parents are..."
"We can be sure he won't murder and rob us, I think, but we can also be sure that the Guild and my parents will find out exactly what sort of rituals I've been up to," you say, sounding distinctly unenthused about this.
Star looks sympathetic, but she still says: "Well, it might still be our safest bet. I don't like the look of some of these other ones… this Hilda woman sounds like just a petty criminal."
"Mercenary might be more diplomatic," Ivy objects. "She's done unsavory work, but apparently she'll accept anyone's coin, and has a good reputation for completing the jobs she's hired to do without trouble."
Star shakes her head. "Unsavory is… helping to rob someone. It says here that local gangs sometimes hire her to send creatures after their rivals. That's horrific. What do the constables have to say about that?"
"Well, they'd definitely not like that," you agree. "But it sounds like she's been pretty discrete about it. Not zombies running wild in the streets, just… certain people being found dead the next morning."
"We could use someone who's used to working discretely," Ivy says. "She's expensive, but she probably won't balk at what we're asking. And her livelihood is at stake if Valerie recommends her to someone and she double crosses them -- she's not like Gigori, with a big, rich 'legitimate' employer to fall back on if side work dries up."
"I… don't know," Star says, still not sounding happy. You doubt she'd ever like the thought of someone sending an undead construct to throttle a person in their sleep, even if it was a gang leader.
"The last one's odd," Ivy says. "A Marberg -- didn't we go to school with his cousin?" She says the name 'Marberg' with a degree of distaste. There are some very old rivalries among Weissany's more prominent witch families, especially when they're both known for practising necromancy.
"Brother," you correct. "Mark talked about Tomas once or twice. Just not to you. I think he was scared of you, from all the glaring."
"I didn't glare!" Ivy protests. "I just scrutinised his work! Either way, it looks like he's in some kind of bind and needs a quick source of money? Do we really want to get involved with that?"
"What does it matter that he's a Marberg?" Star asked, frowning.
"Very old necromancer clan," you explain. "... almost as old as House Dunsal," you add, before Ivy can argue about it. "So, he's likely very well trained. Mark never mentioned him being a black sheep or anything. Kind of the opposite."
"Mark was a classmate?" Star asks, frowning.
"Yeah," you say. "Nice enough, wasn't a bad witch, but I think he was a little too average for his family's liking. Tomas was some kind of prodigy, though -- best his family produced in a century. He'd definitely get the job done, and knowing his brother might help us, but… I don't know why someone from a family that close is out here alone taking on sketchy jobs from a bartender to make ends meet. Something must have happened with his family."
"I'm not sure I'd trust him," Ivy agrees. "But part of that is just that he's a Marberg."
"Your family is the one with the reputation for deception," Star pointed out. And she's not wrong.
"Well, yes, and that earns us enemies -- therefore, I have a hard time trusting Marbergs," Ivy responded, reasonably. "The other two don't sound like they're brilliant or anything, but they wouldn't be here if they weren't competent master necromancers. What do you think, Mina?"
[x] You're leaning toward Grigori.
Reluctantly, but your family connection should ensure his compliance, and the Guild wouldn't keep him on if he were completely useless.
[x] You're leaning toward Hilda.
It doesn't matter that she's done work for criminals in the past -- you're also going to have a meeting with a man who calls himself the Partsmonger, after all. She'll work out as long as you're paying her.
[x] You're leaning toward Tomas.
His situation doesn't necessarily need to negatively impact you. He's just looking for a quick buck, after all, and after that he'll be out of your hair. You want the best you can find to do something tricky like the ritual you have planned.
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Sounds like possible waifu material (once we get her out of our friend's body...). I do kinda feel like this is where we're going in this story, fingers crossed if we get Mina to settle down she won't be quite so vulnerable to a pretty face...
Hehehe, you wish it were that easy Ivy. Pretty is our kryptonite and we aren't willing to discount 50% of the population.
Seems pretty ominous, proud of Mina for not immediately grabbing his hands, starry eyed, and offering to save him from his troubles.
Ooooh we have an in! Aaaand you mention it like 5 lines later...
I'm honoured
Oooh! Synergy!
[x] You're leaning toward Hilda.
It doesn't matter that she's done work for criminals in the past -- you're also going to have a meeting with a man who calls himself the Partsmonger, after all. She'll work out as long as you're paying her.
Kinda feel like a traitor for not picking a fellow watcher but I'd rather not let the family or their associates know we've been getting into the more morally ambiguous side of witchcraft. Plus, oddly enough, she seems the most trustworthy.
Unseelie
(Verified True Fae)
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- Tír fo Thuinn
[X] You're leaning toward Hilda.
their
True. Sending living people is obviously the way to go.
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- Somewhere!
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- She/Her
[x] You're leaning toward Hilda.
Discrete is good, and I'm a little worried Tomas would be cute.
Discrete is good, and I'm a little worried Tomas would be cute.
[x] You're leaning toward Tomas.
Only the best for Ivy. I'm rather curious about the potential plot hook, too.
Only the best for Ivy. I'm rather curious about the potential plot hook, too.
I think it would be funny if Mina got hooked into helping yet another person.
[x] You're leaning toward Grigori.
Reluctantly, but your family connection should ensure his compliance, and the Guild wouldn't keep him on if he were completely useless.
Grigori seems the safest option. Might raise some awkward questions at the next family meeting, but it doesn't sound like Mina's worried about her parents disowning her or anything serious like that.
Hilda may also be acceptable, though if she's expensive we'll need to watch our funds.
Tomas is potentially risky, depending on what sort of pinch he's in and what sort of opinion he has of the Dunsals.
Is this vote a final decision on who to hire, or just who to interview first?
Sounds like Star might tag along with Mina even after this business with Ivy's body is wrapped up. Without anybody or anywhere to go, sticking with Mina might be the comfortable option.
Reluctantly, but your family connection should ensure his compliance, and the Guild wouldn't keep him on if he were completely useless.
Grigori seems the safest option. Might raise some awkward questions at the next family meeting, but it doesn't sound like Mina's worried about her parents disowning her or anything serious like that.
Hilda may also be acceptable, though if she's expensive we'll need to watch our funds.
Tomas is potentially risky, depending on what sort of pinch he's in and what sort of opinion he has of the Dunsals.
Is this vote a final decision on who to hire, or just who to interview first?
Aww.
Sounds like Star might tag along with Mina even after this business with Ivy's body is wrapped up. Without anybody or anywhere to go, sticking with Mina might be the comfortable option.
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- Location
- Who Knows
LOLOLOL, I kind of want to see Ivy and/or Star's reaction to seeing Mina going googoo over pretty boys.
I love love love this trait. Every time it comes up, I get tickled to pieces~ :3
At the current moment, I feel like Mina might be more polyamorous to be honest, which won't help, if that's the case. Since the only thing really bothering her about the possibility of kissing Klaud, is that it might not go well with Ivy and Star, and will cause more problems thataway. But that might just be my personal goggles, since I'd be interested reading that, lol.
I would too, but perhaps that will be too many plot strings. Alas!
With that said....
[x] You're leaning toward Grigori.
Safer option that leads to awkward family talk, but that's not the worst situation to be in.
SolipsistSerpent
Endlessly Devouring
Plot hooks abound, but I think we're taking enough risks dealing with the Partsmonger. Let caution be our keyword for the necromancy ritual:
[x] You're leaning toward Grigori.
[x] You're leaning toward Grigori.
- Location
- UK
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Hm, hadn't even considered that and, to be honest, I hadn't really imagined it as something she'd know innately rather than realise while dating, seems a lot less obvious than sexual preference. Could be interesting though.
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[x] You're leaning toward Hilda.
It doesn't matter that she's done work for criminals in the past -- you're also going to have a meeting with a man who calls himself the Partsmonger, after all. She'll work out as long as you're paying her.
It doesn't matter that she's done work for criminals in the past -- you're also going to have a meeting with a man who calls himself the Partsmonger, after all. She'll work out as long as you're paying her.
cB557
voOOP
So, the risks with this are that we might get in trouble with our parents for doing shady rituals, and we might worsen our parent's business relationship with the company because their daughter was getting one of their necromancers to help them out with a shady ritual?