"Well if you refuse to bring her here because she's not evil nor able to protect herself, but you're willing to be here, then you must be different from her, right?"
At least I'm reasonably sure that Megan was talking to Ilpholin.
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The Hatter asks no one in particular, his voice rattled with incredulity. He bursts out in a fit of laughter which succumbs to tears and eventually leaves his face entirely devoid of emotion.
"No. But I could teach someone how to train with the equipment. The wind turbines might be a bit of a challenge, but they'll manage, I imagine. Probably. It isn't like they're birds or anything. That's about the most I could do. They could learn how to move and think like a ninja, but as for weapons training, they're better off staying far, far away from me."
The shuriken incident... The Hatter isn't willing to risk a repeat of the shuriken incident!
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There exists only one magical seal on the body. It has restricted the mental powers of the body pending removal of the inhabitant. Once Chaos displaces the spirit of the body's first owner, he'll have effectively removed the seal.
Clarissa crosses her arms firmly. There's only one thing she wants from Chaos. Anything else is a bonus perk!
"Now live up to your end of the bargain. Give me back Zefir and take the body in exchange."
Chaos sticking its head inside of the body's mouth thoroughly nauseated Clarissa. Ew! Why would anyone do that? The expression on her face is priceless due to this.
And suddendly a flashlight. Like one of a camera. When chaos got his head out he graps into thin air and suddendly has a picture of Clarissa in hand with said expression.
"Priceless isn't it? Cool down tail lady. I may be chaostic, but I never betray on a deal I made."
A moment later a sound can be heared. it sounds like someone is dragging something very very heavy. From the direction the Golem and the Blob went a plate can be spoted. And as it comes closer Clarissa may notice a person hanging in the mid of the plate chained on arms and legs to the edges of the stone. Draggin this giant plate are three people. One is the blob from befor and the two others may scare Clarissa a bit.
The first one looks simular to chaos in his current half dragon form, only that he appears more like a butler . He is thiner and his expression is like carved in stone leaving no clue at his current feeling.
The other one looks simular as well, but she is smaller, just the size of a gnome. instead of the normal clothes she wears armore and a bunch of weapons.
The Golem still walks next to him looking a bit ashamed that he can't help them.
Oh and as they come close enougth Clarissa can see who hangs on the plate. It is Zefir.
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"Well if you refuse to bring her here because she's not evil nor able to protect herself, but you're willing to be here, then you must be different from her, right?"
At least I'm reasonably sure that Megan was talking to Ilpholin.
Kitchen
"Uh, yeah...I am kinda different from her. I don't see what that has to do with anything..."
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BioLab
Megan simply shrugs as she leads him into her lab, which still has countless projects scattered all over on tables.
"Very well then. I'll get you something so that the Mechano-panthers don't attack you and I'll send you on your way to see either Magtok or Ilpholin."
"I'm trying to understand your reasoning, but you're being rather vague. Your protection seems to by and large consist of the mecha-panthers, which would easily be able to protect Aseti as well. So you either must be several degrees more evil than you've ever indicated in the past or there must be something else to it."
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Wouldn't it be easier and faster to just take him to Ilpholin's office?
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"Ilpholin, I could easily protect it's just...she doesn't belong here. This is AMEN for Pete's sake. She's a good girl, and this isn't a place for them."
Megan has no idea how Ilpholin isn't understanding...she doesn't want Aseti here. A whole number of things could happen! Plus, Aseti isn't evil in the slightest!
Augh! Chaos snapped a picture of Clarissa! She wasn't even able to strike a charismatic pose befitting a thespian for that one! No fair!
But there are more pressing matters to be had!
Like Zefir chained to a plate! That's a...rather disturbing image. The helpers hauling the plate aren't scary. Zefir being fettered to the plate is.
"Alrighty then. I'll just be taking Zefir off your hands and after that I'll be on my way."
Clarissa counters, attempting to stroll on over to the plate and to cut Zefir loose from it by attempting to disintegrate it with powerful mystic energy.
But that's a sensational question! A sensational question that I kind of remember the answer to?
"I wasn't being paid by Gordon, no. I received no salary, but I thought that people who worked here were hired at the start of my career. I sold some inventions I manufactured here on the open market to generate revenue and profit for myself."
"That said, I didn't sign or initial any membership papers, so I wasn't bound by any of the legal clauses that all the regular AMENites were!"
Which the Hatter thinks was a totally rad bonus, even though the AMENites didn't adhere to the terms outlined in their contracts anyway, probably.
"Then why did you mention making a wage as a reason for joining AMEN?" Ilpholin asks. It's most curious.
"And are you saying you weren't a member of AMEN before this?"
[The Flying Fiasco!]
Ilpholin has set up a little announcement. Any AMENites interested in robbing a flying castle of vampires and valuables should gather here to express that interest. So that Ilpholin can get them organized and going.
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Nephrim turns up, as might be expected for a power-hungry demon seeking godhood. She's wearing dark-coloured trousers and a matching t-shirt, with her red rucksack on her back. Her wings are still pure white, though Nephrim is in the process of darkening them so they match the rest of her attire. Her hair is currently short and dark, and her skin is black. Not merely dark brown, but actually black.
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Augh! Chaos snapped a picture of Clarissa! She wasn't even able to strike a charismatic pose befitting a thespian for that one! No fair!
But there are more pressing matters to be had!
Like Zefir chained to a plate! That's a...rather disturbing image. The helpers hauling the plate aren't scary. Zefir being fettered to the plate is.
"Alrighty then. I'll just be taking Zefir off your hands and after that I'll be on my way."
Clarissa counters, attempting to stroll on over to the plate and to cut Zefir loose from it by attempting to disintegrate it with powerful mystic energy.
"Enjoy your new physical manifestation!"
[Main Room - Plane of Chaos]
An invisible wall seems to block Clarissa from her attemp to get Zefir.
"Not so fast. I'm still in his body and unless this is done you would just kill his mind and allow me to have two bodies. Just wait and watch these deals need time."
It's not all true what he said, but the risk that his words are true may be to high for her to go through. Either way Chaos will go over to Zefir and search for something in his bags. it seems the wall didn't hold him back. If nothing happens Chaos wil pick up a spear and a vial out of the bag. Then he also grabs into Zefirs head through his ears taking a few papers.
"Just his last memories. You don't want him mad against you right?"
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The Flying Fiasco!
Megan shows up!
Though she's just coming to offer her help to supply equipment for said heist.
After all, you probably should have the right equipment to rob a flying castle
Due to the Nexus's paradoxical nature, the Cat Burglar is here even while he continues to await Magtok's reply back at the MagOffice!
Like always, he's just sort of milling around like he's unsure of where to be, watching events go by at a safe distance. But for once, he isn't staring at the floor. Nope!
It seems the appeal of constantly focusing his gaze upon the ground has worn off upon the Cat Burglar, for today the vast majority of his attention, barring that one little portion of his mind that maintains a constant vigil against any and all potential threats, is focused upon Megan!
He's kind of.... staring awkwardly. Or rather, trying not to stare awkwardly and failing. Awkwardly.
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The Cat Burglar never really came in through the door so much as milled around in the doorway, staring at his feet. And he's not quite done doing so either.
"Oh, uh, Ilpholin told me, to tell you, that we might need to expand the network to some village in a swamp? So, maybe we should make a non-implant version of the thingy as well? You know, in case they don't like implants."
This, however, is still not the question the Cat is working up the nerve to asked, as evidenced by the fact he has yet to depart.
"This... This won't cause any scars, will it?"
Magtok desperately wants nothing more right now than to smash Cat Burglar's skull against the table, and just keep smashing until he stops squirming, and then take a ten minute lunch break, and then go right back to smashing for a few minutes longer, until every ounce of stupid has been bashed out of that miserable little fool's skull.
"No. No, it won't."
He sighs in exasperation. It really would've helped to know about the swamp village thing earlier, so he'd know better than to go off on that silly implant tangent.
"We're going with just the phone lines thing, then. Fancy fiber optic nonsense, to be precise. No need to install anything in your skull, and the entire project can be dealt with via a combination of the color spectrum minions and my own Magbots."
If people don't have the proper robbing tools, then they probably shouldn't be in AMEN. Flight might be an issue though. Hopefully Cybil can enlighten them on that point.
"So. 2, or 3?" Ilpholin asks, wondering what Megan's doing here. "Good. Smaller's better. Might fit one more if they show. The goal is simple. Drop a bunch of vampires out the castle like you would bombs out an airplane. Then next door to these are vaults with loot. Grab what you can. Each of you can keep one piece plus some amount of gems/gold/money. The rest will be for AMEN. Any questions so far?"
[Ilpholin's Office - Wolfgang
The door swings open, revealing Ilpholin sitting behind her desk. "Come in." She motions to chairs that Wolfgang can sit in if he so chooses.
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Wolfgang nods and enters the office, sitting inside the chair. "I understand you are the one I need to speak to for entering this organization?" he asks.
"Ooh! Pick me! Pick me!"
Kal shows up, completely in the middle of Ilpholin's explanation of course, calling at the top of his voice.
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