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The Liandrils build up their mana enough to return home. They do so; the hotel charges Isabella a steep fee for the room service and the stay itself but not enough to break the bank and not enough to represent damage to the premises or anything.
They teleport away from their daemons, experience a moment of barely-there discomfort apiece, and keep them in a well-warded closet together where they will not be readily discovered or vulnerable.
The Liandrils report on the situation to some other mages.
Some other mages are... even more concerned than they are.
This Isabella character has clearly got to go, or at least be brought under some reasonable semblance of control.
What is the obvious way to do this?
Well, to these mages, the obvious way is:
They scry on her owl. He is having a rest in this tree, correspondence about obscure magic attached to his leg; he's not near her, but as they understand it, that doesn't mean there's no connection to exploit.
They come in a group so they don't need to linger longer than is necessary to seize the bird in three pairs of coordinated hands and then disappear again.
Miles away, in her kitchen, with a vial of safflower oil in one hand and a spellbook in the other, Isabella collapses breathlessly to the floor and convulses.
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prodigal_miser
"No preferences. I don't actually care if we never formally declare ourselves in charge, as long as we get the end results of, 'People are safe and happy and not being horrifically oppressed.' If this works out I'm going to be happy even if we declare ourselves the gumdrop fairies."
dark_light
"I'd kinda like to be formally in charge, just nobody calling me 'queen'. 'Empress' would be safe. 'Gumdrop fairy' would be safe but not really to my taste."
prodigal_miser
"Sure? If you want to be solo empress I don't mind, but I'd want to check your work and make sure things are working efficiently."
dark_light
"That sounds more like, I don't know, chief operations officer, from the job description you just gave yourself, but you can call it emperor if you want."
prodigal_miser
"Well apparently I am expected to have a crown," he teases. "So if that's going to happen I should have a title to match."
prodigal_miser
"Apparently so! Eventually, anyway, it'll take a while to get to that point."
dark_light
"Yeah. Have to work my way up from Senior Equipment Maintenance Specialist."
prodigal_miser
"And I have to work my way up from - what am I? Senior Magic Doodads Expert and Chauffeur?"
dark_light
"I do the chauffeuring. You do transportation infrastructure."
prodigal_miser
He giggles. "Okay. Senior Magic Doodads Expert and Transportation Infrastructure Specialist?"
dark_light
"And then they will treat you with the respect afforded your position."
prodigal_miser
"No, but it would be - strange. I'm not used to people bowing to me."
prodigal_miser
"No thank you. I just got used to you running around the house naked, throw any more loops at me right now and I will break," he teases.