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Tree branch: check. Assorted lightweight seed-bearing fruits and nuts: check. Other seeds: check. Water bottle, for when she has to veer away from the river: check.
Better not linger in her starting place too much longer. Yellow's faster than her and may have already come home to a wreck. Thorn might have a habit of checking up on the place, even, just in case. She's invisible, inaudible, unsmellable - that won't help if he sends someone thorough. Or comes in person.
She sets out.
She's been flying for about thirty minutes after her shopping trip when she falls through a tear and squeaks inaudibly and lands in the middle of -
imeanforever
imeanforever
she's so nice she's so gentle she's so patient
(model -)
she just wants Promise to have a friend
(- yourself -)
she never asked for this power did she it's not even her fault
(- without -)
Promise looks up at Cherish with watering eyes.
(model -)
she just wants Promise to have a friend
(- yourself -)
she never asked for this power did she it's not even her fault
(- without -)
Promise looks up at Cherish with watering eyes.
hold_dear
"Oh, you poor thing, what are you so upset about -" Her instinct is to touch; she interrupts herself. "You're afraid - not of me anymore, no - you're afraid for someone -"
hold_dear
"- but who? I'm the only friend you - your other friend is long gone, it felt like - and we're all alone here, it's just us and Vista, Promise..."
imeanforever
"I'm sorry," Promise sobs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't, I can't, I'm sorry, I'm sorry -"
hold_dear
"Did you set something up - something you can't stop - Promise, just tell me what it is and we can think of something together -"
imeanforever
(proceed with established plans -)
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUNGH," Promise screams, hands over her mouth, as the exact opposite of healing befalls her only friend.
There is blood everywhere.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUNGH," Promise screams, hands over her mouth, as the exact opposite of healing befalls her only friend.
There is blood everywhere.
wormcan
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUNGH," Vista agrees. But there's no time to do anything to Promise, and an instant after it's too late she stops.
And then resumes. "AAAAUGH, got in my head, made me like it..." She kicks the body.
And then resumes. "AAAAUGH, got in my head, made me like it..." She kicks the body.
imeanforever
"May've been differently detailed. She wanted different things from us. Can you let us walk through the crack under the door, or slow down the ripples enough for a quick gate?"
wormcan
"I could maybe let gates work. Door sounds easier."
Rather than expand the crack that much, she makes the door contract and the space between it and the frame expand. It only takes a few inches before the locks disengage.
"Do you know where the others are?"
Rather than expand the crack that much, she makes the door contract and the space between it and the frame expand. It only takes a few inches before the locks disengage.
"Do you know where the others are?"
imeanforever
"Last I saw them the other Slaughterhouse Nine were fighting Alexandria and four, possibly five by now, fewer if they've taken casualties, evil clone vassals."
wormcan
"Evil– oh well.
It doesn't sound like we'd change the outcome one way or the other, but they did this to us. What direction?"
It doesn't sound like we'd change the outcome one way or the other, but they did this to us. What direction?"
imeanforever
"This way." Promise leads on. "Tactics note, if you see Mannequin or Burnscar they can't hurt me, I'll make a reasonable shield between them and anyone else."
wormcan
"Burnscar hasn't been seen since Leviathan. Protectorate is guessing she's dead.
If I see Mannequin, I'll get him close to you."
If I see Mannequin, I'll get him close to you."
imeanforever
"He's got his hearing turned off, so I can't actually order him, but better me than anyone else, yeah."
Force field back on. Fly fly.
Force field back on. Fly fly.
wormcan
They arrive to find a lot of property damage and no Nine. Everything is covered in shards of glass, and several nearby buildings have chunks gouged out. Alexandria is gasping for breath and coughing.
"They got away."
"They got away."
imeanforever
Promise has been around Alexandria enough to toss her a heal. "Well. Cherish is dead. If the Protectorate has a cape anywhere who can let me directly transmit telepathic instructions to Mannequin - without relay; it's important that there be in principle negligible chance of spoof - that would be worth a try?"
wormcan
Alexandria stops coughing as the whatever it is disappears from her lungs. Immediately after, her visor bulges forward from one side. She reaches up and plucks out a sphere of glass, together with its supporting metal rods, allowing the visor to snap back into place.
"There are no true telepaths, and no capes that can do what you're describing. How did Cherish die?"
"There are no true telepaths, and no capes that can do what you're describing. How did Cherish die?"
imeanforever
"I killed her. It was extremely unpleasant and I'd rather not describe the details. ...Were you just going around with a false eye this whole time? Why didn't you ask me to fix it?"
wormcan
"After the first few years it becomes normal. I almost forgot it could need healing.
You used sorcery on Cherish? She has shown enough control to make it unlikely that anyone could harm her while under her influence."
You used sorcery on Cherish? She has shown enough control to make it unlikely that anyone could harm her while under her influence."
imeanforever
"I really, really, really don't like mind control."
"What do you call this, then, chief?" snorts Blue.
"I couldn't affect your thoughts or emotions if I tried, with the sole exception of requiring mental effort, which I'm not planning to do nearly enough to crowd out whatever you were otherwise planning to think."
"Well, that clears everything right up, then," says Yellow (the Victoria, not the fairy).
"Also, while we're at it, can you all pick nicknames which aren't color codes? I have known uncreative people who go by colors before and it's confusing."
"What do you call this, then, chief?" snorts Blue.
"I couldn't affect your thoughts or emotions if I tried, with the sole exception of requiring mental effort, which I'm not planning to do nearly enough to crowd out whatever you were otherwise planning to think."
"Well, that clears everything right up, then," says Yellow (the Victoria, not the fairy).
"Also, while we're at it, can you all pick nicknames which aren't color codes? I have known uncreative people who go by colors before and it's confusing."