"That is good. I can understand needing something to destress from work. Maybe I will join you two sometimes." He chuckles a bit. "Though I doubt Calvin would appreciate it. I have the feeling he likes his time away from me. When I was his age I wouldn't want my parental units hovering over me."
Charity forces a smile, thinking of how much Calvin had confessed about his Uncle. "It's good that you don't try to smother him. He's nearly a man now. He'll have to make his own life soon."
And part of her is thinking, I saved your life two nights ago. You owe me, John.
John's smile on his face looks completely natural, but when she speaks of Calvin making his own life the smile in his eyes disappears briefly.
"Smothering him has never been a problem. I can only hope that I have given him he skills he needs to get through that life. While he isn't my child, I raised him and worry about him still."
He gives a little shrug.
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"Yeah I agree. I'm glad he will be able to find out that information for me. I'm looking forward to this trip."
John's smile on his face looks completely natural, but when she speaks of Calvin making his own life the smile in his eyes disappears briefly.
"Smothering him has never been a problem. I can only hope that I have given him he skills he needs to get through that life. While he isn't my child, I raised him and worry about him still."
He gives a little shrug.
"He's lucky to have you," Charity says. Instead of a corpse and a boatload of guilt...
If spaceship has a decent view of the whole Red Zone, the crew might notice that the Chrysalids have spread outside of the park and into the streets outside. Hordes of civilians are running as fast as they can, being followed and cut down by Chrysalids as well as the zombies they create.
The Chrysalid thrown by Gniewomir is suddenly hit by a superheated slug. Despite the power of the round, the Chrysalid is not disintegrated. It dies, but it just lays there in a heap.
The lance-armored bikers are fast, but the Chrysalids certainly aren't slow. They all are able to dodge the lances while others are being fired upon by the HMG. Those Chrysalids are still covered by their chitin plating, so the heavy rounds's impact is lessened slightly, but they are still hit and slowed down considerably.
The heavily armored bikers turn around when the Chrysalids dodge and repeat their charge. They'll keep doing it until they hit.
Anatolij and his squad retreat for a moment to regroup and catch a breath.
The HMG keeps firing. Meanwhile, the door at the back of the armored car opens to reveal a soldier inside, who fires a rocket launcher at the nearest Chrysalid.
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"The tails were meant to be annoying I think, since they're so long and don't respond to conscious thought. I figured out how to get around that by using my conscious thoughts and a bit of pixie dust to tell my subconscious to tell them what I want them to do. Mostly I just keep them wrapped up though." Mintbalm blinks once, and a tail unwraps and extends out behind her to its full ten foot length to demonstrate. She blinks again to wrap it up with a grin.
"I'm pretty sure the changes weren't all meant to be real visible embarrassing things, she was just tossing what enchantments she felt were cool onto the clothes. I mean, I could show you the rest, but it would involve me stripping, and if I don't take them off in the exact right order then odd things happen. Heck, odd things will happen anyway, but the ones I'm referring to wind up stopping you from taking them off."
"No, no, no need for that." Honestly, what other reaction were you expecting? "Is the outfit useful at all, or is it just odd? I mean, it certainly doesn't sound useful. How did she talk you into this?"
Kate does not understand how Mintbalm could be talked into this... she said it was a bet? What was bet on, anyway?
"No, no, no need for that." Honestly, what other reaction were you expecting? "Is the outfit useful at all, or is it just odd? I mean, it certainly doesn't sound useful. How did she talk you into this?"
Kate does not understand how Mintbalm could be talked into this... she said it was a bet? What was bet on, anyway?
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Mintbalm shakes her head, a bet probably wasn't the best way for her to put it, but it was easier than saying all of the truth.
"Well, you know how I showed you my little trick with pixie dust? Thanks to that, most pixies left me alone with pranks and stuff since they knew I could get them back even worse. One day though, I wound up changed by someone new. I didn't find out who it was right away, but I changed myself back and just shrugged it off. It happened a few more times, until finally a grig confronted me about how I was undoing her work when no one else could." Mintbalm bit the corner of her tongue, wondering how much more detail she should go into before deciding that what she'd said was already enough backstory.
"Since then, we haven't exactly been friends, but whenever one of us is bored we can rely on the other to provide some kind of challenge. It's like playing a game I guess, where the only object is to outsmart the other person. The thing with the tails counts as me outsmarting her, since I figured out a way around them not being under my control. I had to brute force the bugs away though, so I'm about even with her on this one."
"Uh, okay." Kate thinks about it a bit. From a pixie's perspective... "I guess that makes sense."
"So, is that what grigs can do? Change things?" It would be nice to have someone else able to reverse effects. Even though Kate now has two different ways to do so.
"Well... they could, yes. I would have to cast the ward on every single one of them though. It's less a matter of possibility and more a matter of practicality."
Hmm...
That could be troublesome.
"I might be able to come up with something. But it would take some research on my part. The safest bet would be to gather them up and turn them into plastic bags or something."
The woman nods.
Thank you very much anyways. Would you like to come in for dinner? It's the least I can do after you've come all this way for nothing.
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"Oh sure! That would be great! And it's hardly nothing," a pearlecent glow surrounds one of the toys as Sigil levitates it into his saddlebags for future analysis. "This is just the sort of thing that will require time and study to solve. Just because I can use magic doesn't mean I can solve everything instantly."
Hmm...
Note to self: look into the feasibility of a 'fix everything' spell.
Sigil will happily trot along after the woman to acquire some dinner! "And... uuhh... I'm vegetarian by the way. You would think it would be obvious, but it's still worth pointing out just in case."
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That's fine. I have a few meals I can make without meat. My name is Terref, by the way.
The inside of her house is fairly typical. There is an entry hall, a living room with a cozy fireplace, a staircase leading upstairs to where the kids rooms are, and a homely but welcoming kitchen with a large table. Sigil may or may not notice a large number of toys scattered everywhere. He will almost certainly notice the maze of tubing that runs along the walls and ceiling through every room. The tubes look to be made of ceramic pipes and brass pipes and, in a few places, carved wood. The tubes are all at least six inches in diameter. There a plenty of gaps and holes in the tubes, ruling them out as being for water or some other substance. Perplexing.
Or not. As a ferret comes scurrying down one of the tubes and into the kitchen.
If you want to take a seat at the table, my kids should be down in a moment to help cook.
In the meantime, she starts chopping some zucchini and green peppers.
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She rolls her eyes at him then gives him a spot of whiskey in his coffee, then helps herself to some as well. And if he cares to notice the bottle looks almost brand new, apparently she hasn't been doing that much drinking by herself. She considers having John over as a special occasion and is willing to treat herself a bit.
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[Near Calvin's Uncle's]
The illusion waits till she is gone before fading away into nothingness.
As the kiss gets broken and Mr. Boss arrives to declare them out, Becky eyes him with a raised eyebrow and a somewhat displeased look.
Even as she catches her breath, which does interesting things to the exposed parts of her anatomy.*
* This would, of course, be most of them.
"Oh, is it that we're not allowed to show our affection for each other, Hm? Is...that..."
She trails off as Clarissa goes all 'RAWR LUST', and her eyes start following her companion's movements quite intently.
She's able to resist tackling her on the spot.
Somehow!
It's an unprecedented display of self-restraint!
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Sitar's Strings - Becky and Clarissa
((This scene should probably be separate from the Ekkehand plotting))
Clarissa acquires one top hat. It is a well-made top hat. Silk. Clearly very expensive. Starling does not deign to play "keep away" with Clarissa though. Even if she immediately returned the hat, he'd burn it rather than wear it ever again.
The various employees of the restaurant react to the wave of lust. Emily drops a tray of food and staaaares absently at Clarissa, while the teenage boy waiter loses it completely. (The less said about him the better.) A bartender watches and drools, but does manage to hit the alarm, sending a shrieking klaxon to assault the ears of the inhabitants.
Starling, however, holds up under the Lust onslaught remarkably well. Amazingly well. He stands in the circle of Clarissa's wings and stares her down with the power of utter disdain and complete conviction in his own superiority.
"Get. Out."
Oh, and absolute asexuality. That helps a lot.
[Sitar's Strings]
Becky! Restraint! Willpower! ... Who is this doppelganger and what did did she do with the real Becky?
Oh noes! Mean old Mister Starling forbids public displays of affection on his property and is looking forward to expelling Clarissa from his respectable restaurant! Whatever should the sagacious, diabolical vixen do? She hasn't the wherewithal to defy his angry, angry bellowing! He must remit her sins! She must renounce her pride in who she is! But woe is she for she can do nothing to save herself from his wrath!
Nothing but instigate it herself! Jeopardy and ugly, senseless hatred! How sweet! Mmmm! Candy. Candy! This is to Clarissa as chocolate is to the standard human being.
She demands more! More! And so, a Machiavellian plan is born!
This guy... He's a powerful man. To resist temptation as he did, he must be a boss or maybe even the boss. The big boss. The head honcho. The rancid milk. The speciest toupee. And she's "borrowed" something of his... Something high-quality. Plainly fancy. Obviously a prized possession. A symbol of status! And he's not even trying to assert his dominance in the sanctity of his own haven by taking what is rightfully his. No fun! No fun at all! Hmm...
Further investigation is called for. How will the target react to the stimuli provided?
Clarissa licks the palm of her hand and attempts to run a smear campaign against Brian! Watered-down Clarissa slobber! Have a complimentary pint on the shirt!
"Such stinging words! Grr! Get out! Get out! Or what? You'll yell at us more?"
Clarissa clears her throat with a lady-like ahem before openly mocking Brian, attempting to imitate his voice and body language to a tee!
"Balderdash! Everything that spills out of your mouth is garbage! Garbage I tell you! You can keep the fashion-impaired hat-thing! I'm a blue blood, not nouveau riche and I don't care about it! I purchased one for every day of the month! Sometimes two! I'm patently superior to you since you aren't human and are stronger than me and smarter than me and soooo much more attractive than me and all that! My grandparents had gills and my parents rode dinosaurs! I'm three hundred steps behind you evolution-wise and I'd rather breed exclusively with my kind so that my offspring are as weak and pathetic as I am! Genetic purity is the answer to all of the problems my species faces! You've never heard of an extinct species having problems now, have you? What? Who are you? Where am I? Manning a ship owned and operated by the haters that could easily be scuppered by the non-humans I spit on?"
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Run away!
Alder and Eericka aren't homefree just yet! Speaking of, I've got some good news and some bad news to deliver. The good news is that Eericka does somehow manage to keep pace with Alder! The bad news is that her flat is somewhere around a half a mile away.
...
Sprint, people! Sprint like the Flash!
As for the Chrysalid...
The alien terror is no hoax! Anyone who believed it to be so is sore and mistaken! Like this guy! The guy who is currently being zombified by a Chrysalid! We can skip over some of the gory details and attempts, methinks, as the Chrysalid will be successful in turning the dude. But after that, there will be a surprise in store for the Chrysalid! Surprise! Have a free sample of bullets!
That is, if the gang member aiming at the Chrysalid isn't taken down first or anything. But that wouldn't be all that bad. He might shoot one of his own teammates if he isn't whacked like a weed!
Stupid recruits killing my squaddies. Autoshot activate!
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"Uh, okay." Kate thinks about it a bit. From a pixie's perspective... "I guess that makes sense."
"So, is that what grigs can do? Change things?" It would be nice to have someone else able to reverse effects. Even though Kate now has two different ways to do so.
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"They get pretty varied powers really. The one I know works with flesh and such though. Anything that comes from a creature." Mintbalm bites the inside of her cheek as she notices a big fat mosquito hovering near Kate's cheek.
"Hold still a second." The pixie reaches out and tries to shoo it away, possibly brushing against Kate's face as she does so.
The tips of Mintbalm's fingers brush Kate's cheek and and with a slight magic spark a small patch of orange scales appears there. Kate takes a step back, and reflexively reaches up and touches the spot. "Wha-"
The mosquito is surely foiled by all the movement and the sudden scales on the planned landing place.
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