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...Any chance they're looking in the same direction?

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Mannequin's head is perfectly rotationally symmetric. There's a chance.

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Rrrrrg to get a written order handled she needs to be visible and she has the Siberian ready to kill Mannequin for her if he's looking difficult. Bonesaw's the more dangerous and is likely not deaf right now.

Promise lands. "Stop, dismantle any destructive contingency plans," she murmurs.
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As soon as she says "stop," a layer of spores erupts off Bonesaw's skin. They form a cloud around the tinker and Promise, and Bonesaw steps away to grab some tools for the disabling.

Mannequin knows he can't hurt Promise, so he heads for the door to summon Shatterbird.
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Promise notifies her self-destruct that she is currently holding her breath on purpose, in addition to expecting the Siberian to help versus things that, like spores, run on physics; the force field isn't designed for this. She chases Mannequin, turns visible, and does the fairylight order: listen. "Stop."

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Luckily for Promise (and more luckily for Mannequin), he sees in the normal spectrum at the moment. He listens. He stops.

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If he needs to be allowed to breathe it's completely lost on Promise how he might go about doing it. And she's a little short on air herself. Back to Bonesaw. Does she look done?

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She is finding herself unable to neutralize the spores, because apparently the method of doing that would also harm the fairy who knows her name. What a shame, who could have expected this.

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Urgh. Hand, fairylight order: Respond to lighted remarks informatively quickly and truthfully. Now she doesn't have to do the hand thing. What's the obstacle?

Promise could actually hold her breath indefinitely even without the Siberian helping and let her wings do it, but she doesn't usually do that if she doesn't have to, so the entire experience is still unpleasantly reminiscent of the times she has spent underwater longer than leaflets are supposed to spend underwater. She holds her breath anyway.
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“You are! I could kill the spores with a little targeted radiation. Not enough to hurt me or my teammates, but it’d hurt you. For some reason I don't seem to be able to do it."

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How much would it hurt me?

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"Less than a bad burn, might give you some cancer. Much better than not doing it, once you've got those in your lungs."

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Would anything I wouldn't like happen if I had you arrange to let me self-administer, besides discomfort? I can heal cancer. If fairies can even get cancer, which I doubt.

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"Of course! You didn't think I'd make it easy, did you? These tools are locked so only I can use them, and now you've got my name I can't do that. Would you like a list of symptoms you can expect?"

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You don't even seem to know how long I can hold my breath, so I'm not sure I should trust your assessment.

Promise snaps her fingers at the Siberian. That's her cue to be visible.
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The striped woman reappears.

Now that Bonesaw knows Promise is everythingproof, she's forced to follow through with killing the infection. Having already killed the spores in the air, she swaps out the devices and points one at Promise. After confirming that Promise didn't breathe any of her handiwork at all, she zaps the ones clinging to Promise's face and hair. It feels like nothing at all, courtesy of invulnerability.
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...And Bonesaw does not seem to be leaping into action to dismantle any other contingencies, so.

"Answer my questions truthfully and completely. Is there anything else I would want you to tell me now?"
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"I don't know. What would you want to know?"

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"Take your best guess."

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"Well there aren't any fights or art going on, and I'm guessing you've already caught Shatterbird. I know where powers come from?"

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"That's interesting but not urgent. You may let go of my foot," Promise tells the Siberian.

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The Siberian lets go, leaving Promise breathing the same tragically non-dangerous air as the rest of them.

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"Wait," Promise tells all three vassals, and then she goes and tells Shatterbird to follow her, and brings her down to join them.

Then she calls the PRT again.
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"You know, you could have waited until the surveillance teams confirmed it was safe. Good work though. Containment vans are on the way."

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"Can they be dealt with humanely here or should I send them to New Jersey?"

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