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Grendyne groans and starts pulling on her boots when the alarm goes off. Again. She quick-marches to the broom hangar, sits on her machine and is handed a plethora of loaded weapons by attentive corporals.
"Two flyers in one day? They're getting way too common."
"It's worse," the commander informs them, "South Karlsland got hit with three at once. We're taking Lytee's express and sleeping there. You can sit out if you absolutely need to, but Freya's still recovering so we could use you as a comms relay."
"No, I'll come. I just reserve the right to complain about it."
The 42nd United Forces Witch Wing takes off, bracing to fight yet another city-destroying monster, and assembles into a perfect synchronized formation as Lytee charges her teleport power.
...This is not South Karlsland wilderness.
Near the Golden Coven capital, in Aurum
Near Savarasse, in Thilanushinyel
Near Whately Academy
With Unbitwise
witchwatcher
witchwatcher
[We can try some stuff later. Last thing for now. I can store up mana and have more for emergencies if you have a few dozen pounds of gold and silver jewelry. Not sure why it's precious metals and gems that hold mana, but it is.]
"Looks a little familiar but you probably should explain it, yeah. How do the lights work without fire, anyway?"
"Looks a little familiar but you probably should explain it, yeah. How do the lights work without fire, anyway?"
her_imperial_radiance
[There's plenty, I can get you some.]
"Um, lightbulbs? There's electricity in the walls, and -" He switches off a light, unscrews a bulb. "And it goes in these things and see this little string, it glows when electricity goes through it? And I think the bulb is full of stuff that isn't regular air, that helps?"
"Um, lightbulbs? There's electricity in the walls, and -" He switches off a light, unscrews a bulb. "And it goes in these things and see this little string, it glows when electricity goes through it? And I think the bulb is full of stuff that isn't regular air, that helps?"
witchwatcher
"Still warm. It's almost like more contained fire. Not an engineer, right. That's okay, I'll find a library sometime. Could you explain, uh, how the bath works? Haven't had a good bath in a week. Hot water rations."
"Yeah -" He demonstrates the faucet and how to prevent the bath from draining. "You could take a shower too, that's when this thing sprays the water and then drains right away? Most people do that. But baths are still a thing."
witchwatcher
"You know what, new world, new day. I'll try a shower. Are there clean clothes I could borrow somewhere?"
"...Probably but most of it is sized to fit wolves or kids. Um. I'll find something," he says. "Uh, soap, shampoo... girls sometimes condition their hair, right, there's conditioner here... razors washcloth towel bathmat... I think that's probably everything?"
witchwatcher
"Yeah, that's plenty of stuff. I'm from a low tech place compared to here, right, we got soap and a brush and that's it. If you can't find anything the right size, maybe wash my uniform really fast? And... Thanks."
witchwatcher
A couple of minutes later, the door opens briefly and a crumpled uniform shirt, coat, pants, and boots get tossed out. The water starts running.
Maybe three quarters of an hour after that, she peeks out, looking for provided clothes.
The uniform is gone, but Shawn found her an outfit. Shorts and a blouse, twenty-first century underwear, pair of sandals. (It's Florida. It's warm.)
witchwatcher
She puts them on, only slightly mystified. They're not a great fit, but close enough.
"Showers are great. You still here, Shawn?"
"Showers are great. You still here, Shawn?"
witchwatcher
She walks down to the living room. "Thanks. You gonna want to sleep in this house, or go home? It's not gonna be in the same room as me, or not yet at any rate."
witchwatcher
"That's fine. I think I'd better meet your parents. You expected this could happen and you're not too upset, it sounds like, but it seems like the curses in a faerie tale to me. Would they still be awake?"
witchwatcher
She winces, hard.
"I see... My brother's gone. Neuroi got him. My mom's living in my version of London somewhere. Never knew my dad."
Hug?
"I see... My brother's gone. Neuroi got him. My mom's living in my version of London somewhere. Never knew my dad."
Hug?
Hug!
"It's, um, I'm not upset about it? ...Which is for evil magic reasons, but I'm still not upset about it. I'm sorry about your brother."
"It's, um, I'm not upset about it? ...Which is for evil magic reasons, but I'm still not upset about it. I'm sorry about your brother."
witchwatcher
That's enough hug for now.
"I'm okay. It hurt, but in the end I'm okay. Evil magic? Probably Chelsea, right? That just makes it more sad, somehow. Well, push forward."
"I'm okay. It hurt, but in the end I'm okay. Evil magic? Probably Chelsea, right? That just makes it more sad, somehow. Well, push forward."
witchwatcher
"I've had a long day. Gonna get some sound sleep before flying to Ireland. Could you wake me up in time for breakfast?"