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and the Overtwins
and the Overtwins
Zenon walked wordlessly past everyone else to leave the throne room, looking a bit shell shocked. However, (s)he paused at the large doors and looked back at Zemos for a moment. After what looked like a moment of deep though, (s)he shook his/her head and left to go change as planned. What had that been about? It had suddenly occurred to Zenon just what it might be like for Zemos to be married to Jezebel, considering what Zenon now knew about Jezebel's normal emotional state. The prince(ss) decided that it was a good thing that Zemos could regenerate.
Meanwhile, Jezebel had stared down at herself with disapproval once she determined that she had no idea what Scarlet was moaning about. "Fighting with these things will be such a pain," she muttered. It was clear that she didn't see the appeal of being well endowed. One might also notice that she said 'when' and not 'if.' In her mind, battle was inevitable at some point. With whom was irrelevant.
The Overlady, since Zenon seemed to have calmed down for the moment, sat back down on her throne and waited to see if Zemos would manage to avoid inappropriate thoughts. She had been informed that they would cause him pain if they got out of hand. Honestly though, she was a little impressed that he hadn't apparently crossed that line with the revelation of Jezebel's actual bust size, considering what she knew about him.
(Most of) The Adventuring Party
Millarca, Jerit and Maverick followed Miles into what was left of the building with an appropriate amount of caution. Once they were inside and reasonably sure nothing nasty was going to jump them, assuming that nothing overly exciting happened, they each proceeded to find a spot to wait. After they were settled, Maverick pulled a small object out of his things and tossed it to Jerit, saying, "Catch." After Jerit caught it and gave him a quizzical look, Maverick said, "It's what you think it is. Not particularly useful to me, but good for you."
Frowning, Jerit asked, "Where did you get it?"
Shrugging casually, Maverick replied, "It's something that was laying around in one of the various stockpiles of artifacts from my ancestor's empire. No one even noticed that I'd stolen it, since it doesn't do anything for anyone not of your race and your ancestors invariably fought on the other side of the war from mine. Don't worry, I charged it for you. In fact, letting it charge is exactly why I didn't give it to you before now."
Jerit looked like he really wanted to find a way for the gesture to be suspicious. However, after a moment, he hesitantly held the small object to his wrist and watched as it turned into a bracelet-like thing and attached itself. A small jewel on it shimmered slightly, but did not appear to actually glow. Almost as though it pained him, Jerit finally looked at Maverick and said, "Thank you."
"You're quite welcome," Maverick amiably replied. "And don't worry too much about my generosity. You're the healer, after all - it's just common sense to want you to stay standing as long as possible."
"Of course," Jerit replied, looking a little less hostile than before.
"I'm still a horrible person, if that makes you feel better," Maverick offered.
Jerit rolled his eyes and said nothing, but actually appeared almost amused by the comment if you looked carefully.
Millarca raised one eyebrow. "What is it?" she asked.
"It's a power amplifier specifically designed for members of my race," Jerit replied. "It will allow me to use my abilities more freely without needing to worry about expending too much energy."
"That's definitely useful," she said. "It looks like Ancient technology," she commented, getting a slightly confused look on her face.
"It does, doesn't it?" Maverick laughed, earning a (slightly less) dirty (than usual) look from Jerit for some reason.
((Nipsen is away this weekend. While she will be getting home tomorrow, she'll probably be tired. It's impossible to know if she'll be able to concentrate on posting until she's rested up, so we'll assume that No Name followed Miles into the ruins of the shop as well if you manage to post before she does.))
As for the resident vampire of the party, he carefully made his way toward the castle. While the skills he'd gained before being turned into a vampire were more geared toward wilderness, a ruined city with dangerous creatures in it was similar enough. At least similar enough to the particular wilderness he'd been familiar with. Truth be told, he probably never would have been caught by the vampire who'd turned him if it had ever occurred to him that a vampire might actually show up. Generally, intelligent undead had avoided his homeland because the sparse and spread-out population made it a less than ideal feeding ground. However, it was just Allen's luck that the one vampire in the world who had sufficient mad scientist tendencies to seek the area out for some unusual magical plant life happened to come upon him and decide to make him part of a grand experiment.
That aside though, he quickly discovered that the revenants did indeed not feel inclined to hunt him down, although he was careful to give any he came across a wide berth just the same. There was no need to tempt fate, after all. If he were going to the castle on his own, it probably wouldn't have taken him particularly long (considering the size of the city) to get there. However, finding the optimal route for the rest of the party would take a bit more time, since he scouted around for a better route every time he came relatively near too many revenants. He'd get there eventually though, and would have the route already figured out when he did. Then he'd be able to make sure nothing unmanageable had wandered onto the planned path on his way back.
Victor the EVIL Entity
While he had been silent for some time, he eventually decided to start tormenting Opal some more. To do this, he chose to start singing over her in the same tune with much more sensical if decidedly wrong words. Rather unpleasant words, actually. As if that weren't bad enough, the fiend had the audacity to have a lovely singing voice, which made the disturbing things coming out of his mouth seem even more incongruous with the tune.