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Isabella manages, by the liberal use of cloudpine travel, assorted magic, and her alethiometer, to acquire possession of a parking garage each in Manhattan and Los Angeles.
Into these she has Adarin place a portal set.
And then she mixes up a batch of suitably witchy ink that she'll be able to identify as authentic later, marks up a bunch of pieces of paper with it, and walks into: a bank.
Adarin's welcome to come along, if he likes...
dark_light
dark_light
"Oh, huzzah, you are not vying for Worst Possible Emotional State, I can turn off my empathy circuits," snorts Isabella. But she lightens up a bit with the reassurance.
("Good," murmurs Path. "We want to help, helping is what we're for.")
("Good," murmurs Path. "We want to help, helping is what we're for.")
prodigal_miser
He laughs a little. "Okay, that's a point to you. Please keep your empathy circuits on, I like them. Who would I take over the world with if you turned them off? I'd have to do it myself."
("Yeah, that's why we love you, for helping with - not just us, but everything. We love you so.")
("Yeah, that's why we love you, for helping with - not just us, but everything. We love you so.")
dark_light
"Oh, I might do it anyway, but I'd be motivated by pure megalomania at that point, not nearly as appealing I'm sure."
("We love you for helping with everything too. You're so important to us." Sappy daemons are sappy.)
("We love you for helping with everything too. You're so important to us." Sappy daemons are sappy.)
prodigal_miser
"Definitely not. In fact, if you did something bad science-fiction villain terrible I would have to oppose you," he teases.
("You're so important to us, too! We're so lucky to have found you," replies Vern. Sappy daemons are indeed quite sappy.)
("You're so important to us, too! We're so lucky to have found you," replies Vern. Sappy daemons are indeed quite sappy.)
dark_light
"I have a very large share of megalomania, fair warning. It is just thoroughly tempered by my commitment to altruism."
("So lucky," sighs Path happily. Snuzzles.)
("So lucky," sighs Path happily. Snuzzles.)
prodigal_miser
"My dear, you're perfect as you are," replies Adarin serenely. "Feel free to have a large share of megalomania if you like, as long as you keep the altruism. I am attached to it."
(Snuzzles indeed.)
(Snuzzles indeed.)
prodigal_miser
"Good!" Little affectionate kiss. "So for your assumed future all-powerful kingdom on either Mars or a better alternative, is there a color scheme I should stick to?"
prodigal_miser
Adarin bursts into giggles. He wasn't expecting an actual color scheme. "Alright, I'll remember. Will I need a crown to match? If it's made out of ice that'll be terribly uncomfortable, mere mostly-mortal that I am."
He's amused by her antics and he loves her. She can be empress of whatever she wants.
He's amused by her antics and he loves her. She can be empress of whatever she wants.
dark_light
"Yours can be made out of evergreen. I came up with the color scheme on the spot, I feel I should mention, but I stick by it."
prodigal_miser
"Pfff. You know what, I will roll with it, will they be literal evergreens as in the plant, or just something that is green and is generally evergreen like?"
prodigal_miser
He snickers. "Oh heavens, I'm going to need to design my own crown, now. Holly would be incredibly gaudy, and the berries would be off of the color scheme."
dark_light
"Okay, not holly. Hmmmm... yew has the same berries problem... we'll find you a circular from a tree nursery and you can pick something sufficiently understated. Or just get you cloudpine twigs."
prodigal_miser
"It could be illusion or reshaped and recolored stone," he says with amusement. "Or there is my sister, who specializes in plants."
dark_light
"Somehow I think Zeviana would rather laugh at you than coax a cypress spray into being crown-shaped for you. And no, no tacky artificial crowns. Real permanent ice and real live evergreen."
prodigal_miser
He bursts into helpless laughter. "I take offense to that, my illusions aren't tacky!"
(He does not actually take offense to that.)
(He does not actually take offense to that.)
dark_light
"The illusions themselves aren't, but using them for regalia totally is, sorry. I am the arbiter of taste, what I say goes."
prodigal_miser
More laughter. "Okay, okay," (Snicker.) "very well. Then should I get lessons for plants from Ana? So I can properly shape my own crown?"
prodigal_miser
"Pff, okay. Then I'll start planning out crowns. Made of evergreens. If I make illusions to show you what it would look like, does that fall under the realm of 'tacky'?"