Samandra looks at the prosecution, “Unfortunately, that’s not what this case is about. I was hired to prove my clients innocence, not speculate over who actually did it. In fact, it’s not in my job description at all to find out who committed what crime; rather just defend or prosecute the person who is being tried for the crime. Since the prosecution has no leg to stand on its clear that my client is innocent.” She said calmly, before sitting down
Mikalan continues to search for Kira, having very little luck. Apparently chasing Nightstalker has really helped Kira learn to hide and escape.
(Hunting down Nightstalker would be a bad idea right now… since she’s being hunted herself. Like you, I can’t think of anyone off the top of my head… there’s some old throwaway characters she could crash with, though she doesn’t have any history with any of them)
The maid turned to her, and her eyes went wide in shock. She took a fearful step back and looked Harmony up and down, mouth agape and silent.
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Slowly, the succubi were getting picked off. For the most part they were able to avoid the bull, but not always. It showed no sign of stopping, until at one point its front left knee snapped as it was coming to a stop. The leg gave way and the beast crashed into the ground. The succubi were able to pepper it greatly for a few seconds before it stood and continued to charge. However, it was slower than before.
The beast was now easier to avoid, and soon enough its other front leg gave way. It struggled to stand, but as the peppering continued, the bull stopped moving. It appeared to be dead.
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"I don't have much that I can do right now...but I can cover our tracks." Witta began to wave her hands, slowly at first, then a little faster, in strange, rythmic motions. A slight breeze picked up, and the footprints disappeared behind them. "I can keep this going for some time, but not forever."
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"No! Don't! Evie doesn't want to go back! Evie wants to stay here! Can't you twist his orders or something so that Evie can stay?"
(Well...she didn't walk there...)
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"Alright, so it is. Why are your girls so slow to get me a new harness? Perhaps they are jealous of me and enjoy watching me in discomfort."
The prosecutor shakes her head. “We have a witness who saw your client near the scene of the crime at the time of the murder, and no one else was there. Those are the facts. No one else could’ve committed this crime.”
(Yeah I’ll probably send her over to Noelle and Kara for a bit.)
(It’s her last name, most of her close friends call her Ace) Luca looks her over. “Hm... try one of these.” He offers her three pairs of shoes in colors that compliment her outfit; one pair of heels, one pair of flats and a pair of sandals.
(And I got quoted so I’m not sure why I’m getting pinged?? Or if I missed something??)
Macy smiles and watches the two of them.
Noelle shakes her head. “I’m sorry... I’m sorry, I have to go, my flight’s leaving.” She starts walking away, then turns around and comes back, placing a kiss on Kara’s lips. “Um... goodbye.” As she walks away Kara notices that she drops a picture out of her backpack, of her and a girl with red hair. (I’m gonna give her a lead here, I was thinking maybe she’d run into Kiralyn and figure out how to track down Noelle if that works)
Kiralyn smiles back at her.
Gracie stares off into space. The more Casey looks at her, the more distant she seems to be.”
(Alright I think I’m gonna do that for now then.) Noelle and Kara are fast asleep when there’s a knock at their door. Noelle doesn’t so much as flinch at the sound, deeply asleep.
Samandra held back a snicker, “And what I have here…” she held up another piece of paper, “Is evidence that my client couldn’t have committed the murder, hospital records showing that he went to the emergency room after getting into a fighting with his brother, he was being seen by a doctor at the same time your witness supposedly saw him committing the murder.” She handed the paper to the judge.
Yumi smiled, “So…” she said, moving her hair out of her eyes, “How long have you liked me? And is it every version of me that you like?” She said with a flirty smile
Beyondverse Samandra fled into the night, she had more important things to do than to hunt a serial killer; she had a bombing to plan
(I know in this universe Rei Khan and Aerlanica formed a union, and I’m working under the assumption that Gondor was forcibly annexed into said union… so Samandra is the leader of a resistance/ terrorist group fighting for Gondors independence… the Order of Aragorn)
Also, North South North West Kansas and Rei Khan is Noelle and Kara important to any story we’re doing in the Beyondverse? I didn’t have Mikalan kill Kira because I know we’re doing stuff with her later… is that the same with Noelle and Kara?
Corali looks at the heels and frowned. "Why do these shoes have such large heels? Isn't that really impractical? Or is that just for storage or something?" She also looked at the sandals. "And aren't these house shoes? Or do people wear house shoes everywhere in Kansas?"
(Oh, my bad. I quoted you in an edit, so I thought it wouldn't ping you. Sorry if it pinged ya twice.)
Ian looked out the window. "Might be fuel...Hartian Oilfields havent been opened since the start of the Primaeri Invasion; was capped off to save fuel. Maybe...maybe they haven't been tapped again or something? Hmmm...I dunno...they should be up there."
Mi-Kal laughed. "Do you see us complaining?"
Ian let out a small laugh. "Well, just makes me feel a little less important you know...really harmful to my narcissistic ego you see...I expect only the finest pursuit, bristling with all manner of weapons and vehicles of war."
New Franco
Clara smiled and leant in to Golgoth. "You know, I've been getting into chokers lately, ever since you gave me that one that looked like that...uh...what was his name?"
She frowned. "Was it...wait did..."
She shrugged. "Must've dreamt of the guy...yeah, whatevs...but yeah, ever since you gave me that one choker, the metal one which was hardcore as hell, I've been...they've been growing on me...you know what else has been growing on me?"
"What?"
"Coats...like...the really long ass like...western-cowboy coats...it's piss annoying that New Franco is practically on the equator and thus never gets comfortably cold enough to wear one, but I do want one...If I wasn't a gang leader, I'd love to be a cowgirl."
"Miss Connie? Mr Corey?"
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Eastrid nodded. "It is fun..."
She looked at the clothes. "Ace...what clothes will make me look very...uh..."
She frowned, trying to find the word but unable to.
"...uh...make me look...I do not know the word, but look...what is the word for looking attractive in a very big way? I want to look attractive in a very big way for Kenji."
Eastrid nodded.
Harmony waved her hands. "No no, hey, it's ok."
She pointed to the hairband that attached over her horns, disguising them. "It's not real." She lied, her warm smile now carrying a calming, psychic atmosphere to it as Harmony sought to sooth the maids heart and avoid an "Incident".
"I was...just wanting to say Hi..."
She extended a hand for her to shake. "I'm Harmony, what's your name?"
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The Succubi, after briefly ceasing fire, moved around to the head of the creature. With a few nods and words between the commanders, they shouldered their rifles once more and concentrated fire directly on the forehead of the creature; not taking any chances, not being foolish, and not getting close.
After an additional mag was dumped, the Captain nodded, satisfied, and approached the Bull. Raising her sabre over her head, it swung down, whistling through the air, to strike at the neck and behead the creature.
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"Well it doesn't have to stop them, just delay them; a big enough break in the tracks will throw them off regardless." Harry said.
A pause.
"How many spells can witches cast without components."
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Nelly looked directly at Eveline, her mouth agape slightly. "I cannot just...I cannot just..."
She gripped her hands on the desk as she pushed Delegata's cube further away from her. "I cannot just simply do that. I have an obligation to at least be plausably deniable to my Masters and my Mistress...that includes informing your Father that you are here, and are breaking his orders."
She walked over to Eastrid and rubbed her shoulders.
"I'm sorry...but this is for the safety of my girls."
She tapped her forehead, and murmured a psychic word of power; SLEEP
Eveline (if she had no degamra in her system) would feel a sleep overtake her. Nelly would catch her and softly guide her to a chair before caressing her cheek. "I am sorry I cannot save you...and it kills me that you must suffer for the safety of my girls..."
(Curious...very curious. No matter, response is still the same)
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As the Royal Emperor slept. He felt a voice worm into his mind. It was tired, exasperated, and Nelly's.
"Master...your daughter just woke me up in the middle of the night, do you wan't her back?"
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"Well...they have to make it as well...i expect they should be finished in short order...do you have any preferences for your harness after this one?"
"I...my name is Elizabeth..." Elizabeth shook Harmony's hand nervously. "You...you were with the Tyramonian diplomat? Who are you?"
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The creature gave no resistance, but its flesh on the other hand... It took several swings to cut through the meat, and several more to break through the spine, but eventually the beast was beheaded. Delegata applauded, the succubi who had been paralyzed were released from their paralysis and pain. "Well done! Well done indeed! You are a force to be reckoned with!"
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"Quite a few, actually, but I'm not sure how many will be useful to us now."
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"Just...keep my daughter there for now, I will call for you in the morning. Don't do anything with her. Nothing at all."
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"No. But your servants are not worthy of serving you. They really ought to be more subservient, and more thankful to have the honor of serving you. They don't realize how good they have it."
Ian paused, and frowned. "Thats a fair point, how much do we-"
"Jets use Kerosene as fuel, Cars use Gas or, for you Aerlanicans, Petroleum. Both come from Crude Oil but...I guess it takes a lot less to fuel up a car than it does to fuel up a jet." Mi-Kal explained.
Ian nodded. "Theres your answer I guess."
New Franco
"Well if you feel so obliged, I do love nice dresses as well." Clara added in a joking manner.
"I'm Harmony...I...was paid to deliver him something from a friend of his I guess." Harmony looked around the hallway. "Fancy place, eh? Not to many places like this back home..." Then, after a beat, she hastily added, "In Roxium...do they treat you well?"
******
The soldiers, showed some signs of fatigue, but none were overly exhausted. They helped their paralysed comrades to their feet, and arranged themselves before Delegata and saluted.
The Captain dragged the head of the bull towards Delegata, as if to offer it to her.
******
"Could you, hypothetically, disolve someones armour?" Lorenzo asked.
"What?"
"Oh...the other day this wierd lady disolved his armour when he was on patrol," Harry explained, "his whole troop."
"Yeah...haha...ah she managed to scamper off...some of Calahan's boys came along and said "well technically it's on our patrol route so she's gotta be brought back to our place"...and we said..."nah, we captured her, she's ours..."...ah she mustve woken up and ran away as we were arguing."
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A sigh.
"Yes Master...just...I know she's hot and all but please make sure she doesn't wake me up at...one in the morning again...looking beautiful for you requires a lot of beauty sleep. Goodnight Master...I'm always at your disposal."
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"I know...but...I do like it when I can put them back in their place...it's so enjoyable to punish them."
She sighed. "I'm torn in that regard." She admitted.
The place was nice indeed, though Harmony noticed that the painting on the wall beside Elizabeth was slanted slightly.
Elizabeth shrugged. "Not too badly I suppose. At least most of the time. Still, the pay is fair, so I can't complain."
******
Delegata waved her hand, and the severed head became stuffed, fit for hanging on a wall. The eyes still glowed red, and wisps of smoke continued to emanate from its nostrils.
"Keep it here. You all have earned it. Perhaps it is time that I move on." She nodded, agreeing with her own statement. She went in search of Iblion.
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Witta paused. "Hypothetically, yes, but it would probably take several witches to do what you described." Or one Sorcerer, she thought.
******
"I will take your request into consideration."
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"If you enjoy punishing them, clearly you should do it more often."
Harmony saw the painting and frowned. "Hold that thought..." She murmured as she approached the painting, a memory crossing her mind.
She approached it, placing Elizabeth behind her, and frowned. "Do you get much earthquakes here? any reason why a painting would be tilted like this?"
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "I...I don't understand what you're-"
"Painting bombs; you stick a bomb behind there and tilt it to the side; someone comes along, straightens it, gets a face full of shrapnel...it's what killed mum..."
Harmony looked down the hallway to Henrin's room, then back to the painting. "Do not touch the painting." She said.
******
Iblion was slowly striding towards Delegata, a smile on his face as Gertrude and two soldiers walked with him. "Ah...Hello there Delegata...how are you?"
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"Welll...it was only one...so maybe it was a powerful one." Lorenzo concluded.
(Timeskip to the mansion?)
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"Love you Master...goodnight."
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"I suppose so...ah well...i'll figure something out. Soon you may even have your own servants."
“Wh- I—“ the prosecutor stammers. “I was never made aware of any hospital admittance records.”
(I’d probably rather not kill off Noelle, I’m guessing Rei’s going to be the same way about Kara too. I can come up with someone for you to kill if you’d like, I’m thinking maybe this universe’s version of Luca or something?? Idk)
Luca laughs softly. “The heels are in style. And yes, they’re impractical. But they’re very cute, and they make you look taller. And these are called sandals, they’re not really house shoes, more just meant to be open-style and east to get on and off.” (No worries, I don’t mind the pings ;P)
Connie and Cory both nod as well. “Ready to go,” Cory says with a little smile.
“Well, Ken already thinks your pretty hot, Eastrid,” Ace tells her. “And I have no sense for these kinds of things, that’s why we have Luca around. But I can try if you want.”
Samandra looks at her, “Then clearly your case has no leg to stand on” she said smiling, “I sent you all the evidence I had, including the hospital records… how you didn’t see it is beyond me.”
(Ok, well I was going to try and keep the hunt going; make Kira worried no matter where she goes… but I’ll take whatever :D)
"I...I'm sure it is fine. Why would anyone set a bomb like that? It doesn't make any sense, really. No point, really." Still, the maid became quite nervous.
******
"Quite good, quite good. Shall we move on now to the next manor? Lithalia's manor perhaps?"
******
"Must have been, yes."
(Alright.)
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"Really? That would be good."
"That...sounds like house shoes, but okay. But, for the heels...why would I want to look taller? Why would I want to..." She shook her head. "I'll try these flat ones." She tried putting them on.
(I dunno, I just thought it'd be logical lol haha)
"Well, I don't think anyone would...unless maybe a god; they probably could walk to the border in like...two or three steps."
(timeskip to the border?)
New Franco
"Not a crown, and High Heels only for special special occasions; They always feel so uncomfortable."
She inspected the chokers, looking for one she liked or one that stood out for her.
"Well, Miss Kiki, shall you lead us on our most noble expedition?"
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"I...yes I want to look Hot..." Eastrid said with a nod, "I will look very hot, and he will be attracted to me."
"That," she said, holding up a finger, "is exactly what...it said on those...those Aerlanican Reels Judy showed us for s%$#s and Giggles...it didn't show how to set up or disarm this one...but...it did show it...holy crap that was a bad ten minutes; I was crying like a damn-"
She shook her head, dispelling the humiliating, and slightly sad, memory.
"Ah....ah....think think think...'Always have the trap mindset'...'blah blah blah whenever finding a trap always alert a sapper...'...ah...'investigate all potential traps with a thin blade or piece of wire', there we go."
She scratched her chin. "You got a piece of wire on you? maybe a letter opener?"
******
Iblion stretched. "So we shall. So we shall."
******
Lithalia nodded as a Collection of Succubi returned with a larger harness with similar appearance to Crag's current one. "Here we are...now, let's get all dressed and ready for Master Iblion."
******
There was no fanfare or assembled troops for Iblion and Delegata this time. They were merely presented with Lithalia...and a drake-like creature wearing a harness and currently leashed...at the gates of the palace. She did bow tho, her four horns sparkling with an overabudnace of jewels and bands and chains of gold and silver.
"Hello Master, Hello Mistress...how are you?"
******
Night had fallen, and the trio approached the outskirts of what appeared to be a relatively green plot of land. These green hills slowly rolled into an expansive garden, in the centre of which was a Mansion. No guards patrolled, and the grounds were devoid of any signs of fauna as well.
"Alright, here's the Mansion...Nelly's mansion...we can go in quiet, or we can just walk right up there."
New Franco There was a wide variety of chokers, metal ones, leather ones, ones with spikes and studs, one was an odd looking hoop, essentially an endless combination.
"Um...well...maybe we should just let it be...perhaps I can go get someone...or on second thought maybe you should go get someone...I...I'll stay here and make sure nobody touches it. Yes, that is a good plan."
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Crag bowed as well.
Delegata smiled. "Ah, things are well. Quite well indeed. I see the second child has grown quite big...but the first..." Delegata gave an inquisitive look, although Lithalia had a feeling that Delegata knew what had happened to Alyne.
******
Witta shrugged. "Don't look at me. I don't know the politics of this place. Do whatever you think is best."
The day was near its end, but the westward sunset was blocked by the monolithic mountains of the western Aerlanican border. What would have been an awe inspriing sight in it's day of beauty was now a wreck covered wall, calling for the party encroaching towards it to know, full well, what happened here.
From a distance, it appeared that this wall was impenetrable, and in times of old a distant look would have marked this mountain range as impenetrable from both times. However, the existance of roads and infrastructure betrayed the presence of the scattered mountain passes, hidden from all but the most inquisitive of eyes.
"Not too long till the border guard; they mainly expect them to come from outside the mountains, not from within." Ian murmured.
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Clara pointed to the odd looking hoop. "Whats this one?"
She looked for a clasp of some sorts.
"No...no it's too dangerous. Go get the Tyramonian diplomat, we'll send him to get someone; depending on the size of the explosive this whole hall could come crashing down."
******
Lithalia frowned. "She...she died...we gave her a funeral atop a pyre..." She murmured sorrowfully.
*****
Harry frowned. "Well...I mean...Nelly's nice, right? maybe we can...I dunno walk right up to the place, knock on the door, ask for someone to...well...tell Nelly we're here with Witta?"
"Good plan I suppose...shall we?" Lorenzo agreed.
With a nod from Witta, they walked up towards the old, wooden fence and lept over it.
As they did, the dry, oppressive desert air grew temperate, slightly humid and brisk as they walked towards the Mansion. In a curious sight, Witta could see plumes of cold, condensed air eminate from her mouth.
Harmony frowned as she looked at Elizabeth again. "You actively want to stay near the potential bomb site?"
Harmony sighed, reached out towards Elizabeth and placed a soft, delicate hand on Elizabeth's shoulder. Elizabeth looked from the left...slender, delicate and petite hand and arm of Harmony, along the length into her eyes...her warm, beautiful, delicate eyes and her welcoming, trustful and pretty face...so trustful...so...intoxicating.
"Hey," Came that delicate, honeyed voice as it filled Elizabeth's ear, causing her heart to flutter and her breath to catch briefly, "just listen to me...you'll be safe...go tell Henrin of the possible trap, and go tell the guards as well...ok?"
A hand moved up and brushed against Elizabeth's cheek...so silky smooth the touch...she wanted it to remain there forever.
"Can you do that for me? There's nothing to worry about."
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"Of course...Mistress...maybe one who does not attempt to kill me or my son, Crag."
"Um...can...I have an explanation?" Iblion asked, confused, and looking at Delegata.
******
"Oh, well...he took you on a round trip-watch the roses, Kassy will literally rip your head off-but yeah, he was taking you on a round trip...who else did you travel to? Who else did you meet?"
The prosecutor frowns. “I never received any of it, you didn’t send me anything, you toaster pastry.” The judge bangs his gavel. “The prosecution will refrain from insulting the defense. And since the hospital records are verified and the defendant has an established alibi, I’ve got to declare him not guilty at this time.”
(I mean, Luca and Kira would be friends in most universes I think, so he could be a lead, though he wouldn’t know where she’s going because Lyn would be too paranoid to contact him for fear of him getting killed.)
The shoes go on fairly easily; Luca seems to have guessed Corali’s shoe size with stunning accuracy. And they match with her outfit quite well. Ken nods. “Not bad... but something with a strap might be better?” Luca offers Corali a similar pair with a strap around the ankle.
Elizabeth was resisting quite a bit. "Well...I...uh...um...o-okay...I guess as long as you don't look behind the painting its okay." She nodded. "Yes. Okay. Just don't at the papers." Elizabeth went off to notify Henrin and then the guards.
Looking around, Harmony saw no papers that Elizabeth could have been referring to.
******
Delegata glanced at Iblion. "I can explain later, dear. Just don't do anything to mess up this experiment."
Delegata faked a look of surprise. "Oh? Your daughter tried to kill you? Do tell."
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"I...I'm not sure...the weird psychic effect you guys have is rather disruptive." Witta paused. "Wait...I...I think we first went to Nelly and then to you guys..."
Corali scratched her head and sat down. "Can you show me what to do with that?"
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