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Abigail's hands begin to shake on your cheeks, and she sniffles.
"You're... you're really okay, right?" She asks.
"Yeah, I'll be fine" You say.
She plants her head into your chest, and you hear muffled sobs.
"What's wrong?" You ask.
"I thought..." *hic* "I thought I'd lost you..."
"Come on, I wouldn't go down to something like that" You say.
"But you w-" She pauses, and sighs. "Yeah... I guess you're a bit tougher than that" She lifts her head off your chest and rubs her eyes.
You raise an eyebrow at her.
It's not really a matter of toughness... You honestly could have just died there, and it wouldn't have mattered.
Did she forget about the mask?
>Let it be
Has Saif seen Doctor Who? He's like the doctor (essentially a time mage), with his regeneration. Except, y'know, without the shapeshifting.
She definitely did, but there's a time and a place to bring these things up. When your girlfriend is crying is not one of them.
You stroke her hair with you clean hand, and smile.
"Are you going to be okay?" You ask.
"Yeah... yeah, I'll be fine" She says. "You just spooked me. That's all"
You both exchange a glance, and you lean in to kiss her.
She puts up a hand to stop you. "Don't" She says.
"Why not?" You ask.
"Because you have blood all over your face" She says.
You wipe your mouth on your forearm, and sure enough it comes away red. You chuckle. "Alright then. Why don't I go wash up, and then I'll come back" You say.
"Sounds good" She replies.
You smile and get up to head over to the bathroom. Out of the corner of your eye you see Moriarty walk up to Abigail and mewl for attention.
"Hey kitty cat" Abigail says. "Did he scare you too?"
"Meeer" Moriarty replies.
Good kitty. Nothing calms the jitters like an adorable fuzzball.
You give yourself a once over in the bathroom mirror, and one thing becomes clear.
You look like hell.
It's not even the bloody nose, or the bloodshot eyes, or the blood coming out of your ears... because as you wash all that away, you still look bad.
It's something in your eyes...
You don't just look like hell. You look like you've SEEN hell.
And more than anything else: you look afraid.
You splash water on your face a few times to try and calm down.
Just what the hell did you see that's got you spooked even if you can't remember it?
Images of hands reaching up to the moon is all you get when you try to recall the dream, and faces... faces looking down at you...
Your head pounds under the strain, but you push harder. You feel like you're inches away from... something. If you only push a little harder...
You stop digging.
Not because you don't want to know what's down there. But because it feels like it's buried too deep...
Perhaps you'll have to try that 'dream diving' thing again. But next time you need someone who won't wake you prematurely. The dream may kill you, but you feel like you need to see the end.
You take a deep breath in, and then let it out as you look back up at yourself in the mirror. You look... better. Sort of.
At least this way you look passable. You don't really want to go see Abigail's parents looking like shit...
Remembering that you do have somewhere to go today, you check your watch. It's only 1:15. Looks like your little experiment took less time than Abigail thought it would. You might have some time to talk about the bits of the dream that Abigail saw before you need to get ready...
You dry your face and head back into the living room, where Abigail is petting Moriarty.
"Yo" You say, leaning over the back of the couch to catch her eye from above.
"Hey" She says. "Feeling better?"
"A little" You reply.
She smiles and turns her head up, pursing her lips and inviting you in for a kiss. So you indulge her, giving her a quick smooch.
As you pull away, the two of you simply look at each other for a moment...
A moment that is broken as Moriarty swats Abigail's hand, annoyed at the fact that he is no longer being pet.
"Ow! Fine" Abigail says. "You have one needy cat"
You laugh. "I spoil him"
>We should get ready to go
>Discuss the dream
"Come on, we should get ready" You say.
"Yes, right" She replies. "Do you have dress clothes other than the ones you wore last night?"
"Not really" You say.
"Dang..." She says. "I'll help you look for them, then... I think I threw your tie somewhere over there"
"Do I really have to dress up?" You ask.
"Yes" She says. "Did you think you were going in there in jeans and a t-shirt?"
"Point taken..." You say. "I'll look over here. I think you tossed my shirt this way"
You and Abigail split up to look for you clothes, which were hastily discarded during last night's activities.
"So did you notice anything?" You ask.
"Other than how good my throwing arm apparently is?" Abigail asks.
"Not about this" You say. "About the dream. The parts that you saw"
"Right!" She says. "Well, first off I'd just like to say that it was really weird watching you bang other girls"
"Not half as weird as murdering them" You say.
"No kidding" Abigail says. "But let me ask you something: Have you ever seen Mila naked?"
"No... when the hell would I have had the chance to see her naked?" You ask.
"She has a birthmark on her chest, just under her left breast" Abigail says. "It was there in the dream"
"So...?" You ask.
"How did the Mila in your dream have a birthmark that you never knew existed?" She asks.
"Maybe it was because you were there?" You ask.
Abigail stands up and shakes her head. "I don't affect the dream" She says. "There were other things that I noticed too... little details about the individual female body that you couldn't possibly know unless you'd seen it"
"I'm not really sure what that implies..." You say.
"There was also the murder methods" She says. "Often when you're killed in a dream, the method implies something"
"Anything stand out?" You ask.
"Well... with Claire it was always straightforward: a knife to the chest, or a broken neck" She says.
"Quick, and brutally effective" You say. "Like her"
"But when I did it, it was always... slow" Abigail says. "Poison, or a wound that had to bleed out for a minute or so..."
"At least I could see it coming" You say.
"Yeah" She says. "That was something I noticed about Julia... with her it always came from behind"
"So the deaths mean something... what about the positions?" You ask.
"The... positions?" She asks. "They might have, but that isn't something I know about. And I'm not about to sully my library with that kind of stuff"
You walk over and kiss her on the cheek. "I was kidding" You say. "I think we've got everything"
"Your shirt, tie, belt, pants... my dress" She says. "Yeah, that's it"
>Anything else before you get ready?
"If there's nothing else, I should go get ready" She says.
"Just one thing" You say.
"Yeah?" She asks.
"How do you know what Mila looks like naked?" You ask.
"That's a secret" Abigail says.
"Oh, come on" You say.
"Kidding" She says. "Mila used to bathe me when I was little"
"Just when you were little?" You ask.
Abigail raises an eyebrow at you. "Is that judgment I hear from the guy who dreams about screwing both his twin AND adopted sister?"
"Ouch... yeah, guilty as charged... apparently" You say. "I guess that was pretty weird"
"Not as weird as that one girl who had no genitals" She says.
"Seriously?" You ask.
"Yeah... Not really sure what was going on there" Abigail says. "I didn't recognize her though"
"How did that work if she had no genitals?" You ask.
"I dunno... I wasn't really paying attention to that" She says.
"What were you paying attention to?" You ask.
"I was trying to find her genitals" She says.
You nod. "Yeah, that's what I'd be doing" You say.
"Anyways, I'll leave it at that" Abigail says. She leans in to give you a quick peck on the cheek, before taking her dress and heading for the bathroom. "I'll be out in a bit. If I take too long, just let me know"
"Alright" You say.
It takes you about 10 minutes to get ready. That includes getting dressed, tidying up your hair, having Abigail tidy your hair because you 'didn't do it right', and then undoing everything Abigail did because you don't like the way she did it.
Now you're just kind of sitting around...
Your watch says 1:45... still 45 minutes to go before you have to leave...
You don't really understand why Abigail insists on always wearing makeup... she looks damn good without it, and it's her parents you're going to see. If anything, you're the one who should be getting made up to look 'presentable'.
You sigh and lean back. You could take a nap right now, but the end result would probably just mess up your hair.
Moriarty is asleep, and you don't really want to wake him. Even though you know he'd do it to you...
You click your tongue out of boredom as you try to think of an activity that will last 45 minutes without working up a sweat...
Then you remember that you have an archive. An archive with books that all have useful knowledge in them.
You pull out the archive and try to remember what sort of books were inside. The healing book you remember, but there were others...
>Basic magical theory
>Do something else (specify)
You grab that book on anatomy that you've been reading, and start to skim through it. You flip pages until you come to an entire chapter on nothing but genitals...
Partially due to curiosity, and partially because your junk still hurts, you begin reading.
It's... interesting. Lots of stuff about delicate organs requiring a precise sort of focus that you currently lack. You decide to put that chapter off until you have a bit more experience with healing, lest you have a repeat of your first attempt... on your junk...
You flip back to the index and find something that piques your interest: regeneration. You flip to that chapter, and start to read about re-growing limbs and lost organs.
When a part of you is physically cut off, the pathways remain. To regenerate a limb or other lost part, you 'heal' the surface wound layer by layer until it returns to its original shape. It's an incredibly involved process, and one that can only be handled by someone with an affinity for it...
You're about to put the book down, when a little 'did you know?' blurb at the bottom catches your eye...
"'Killing' a warrior" its header reads.
It talks about a process where the pathways can be severed along with the physical body, in a process called 'true severance'. Once again, it's a time consuming process that causes extreme pain. It's rarely used, except in one instance: "killing" a warrior.
It talks about a strange tradition that dates back to the Golden age, where a defeated warrior has their dominant hand 'truly severed' rendering them unable to fight. Since regeneration requires pathways, a hand cut off in this way cannot be regrown.
In this way, the warrior is considered to be dead.
You close the book and put it down. Then you raise a hand to your forehead to try and stifle the pain, as images of your dream flood your head.
"Ready to go?" Abigail asks.
You snap out of it and turn to face her. "Yeah, let's go" You say.
"Saif, relax" Abigail says.
"I am relaxed" You reply.
"Then stop pacing" She says.
"I am keeping my legs moving" You say.
"Why?" She asks.
"In case I need to run" You reply.
Abigail takes your hands. "Saif. Relax" She says again. "It'll be fine"
"Fine..." You say. "I fight better than I run anyway"
"What was that?" She asks.
"Nothing" You say.
The door to Abigail's house- well, it's really more of a mansion -opens, and an old man in a butler outfit steps out.
"Welcome back, young miss" He says. "And I assume this is Mr. Malikov?"
"Good afternoon, Christopher" Abigail says, suddenly sounding much more lady-like than you've ever known her to be. "Yes, this is Saif"
"Christopher Reiniger" The old man says, extending his hand to you. "Abigail has said much about you"
You accept his handshake. "Not too much, I hope" You say.
"That depends on your definition" He replies
You feel nervous all of a sudden.
The old man releases your hand and turns to head into the mansion. "This way please" He says. "Your parents have been waiting"
"We aren't late" Abigail says. "They did say 3 o'clock"
"Yes, but you know them" The old butler says.
"All too well" Abigail says. "We'll be fine from here, Christopher. Go and tell them we've arrived"
"As you wish" He says.
The old butler bows, turns on a heel, and walks away.
Abigail turns to you and smiles.
>Should I be afraid of him?
>Is he related to Miles and Mila?
>Comment on her being all ladylike
You wait until he's turned the corner, and then lean over to Abigail.
"Should I be afraid of him?" You ask.
"Don't worry about him" She says. "He wouldn't hurt you. Believe it or not, he actually holds you in high esteem"
"He does?" You ask.
Abigail nods. "I'm sure you noticed that he has the same last name as Miles and Mila..." She says.
"I did" You say.
"He is their grandfather" She says. "When I was here the other day, he said he wanted to meet you"
"Why?" You ask.
"Because it was Miles and Mila's job to keep me safe" She says. "After they... died... you picked up that role without even questioning it"
"I remember having to pick up more than just the role" You say.
Abigail blushes. "Y-yes... that too" She says. "Come on. Best not to keep them waiting"
You nod, and follow her down the hall.
She makes a few turns, and eventually you end up in a large, ornate dining room.
A man and a woman are at the door to greet you
"Welcome back, dear" The blond woman who you can only assume is her mother says. Well... it's a pretty safe assumption. The woman pretty much looks like a slightly older version of Abigail.
They say that you can tell what a woman is going to look like when she gets older by looking at her mother. Now that you've seen her, you don't think that would be a bad thing at all.
"This must be Saif" The man in the room asks, snapping you out of your train of thought. You look down to see his hand held out to you, so you give it a shake.
"Yes, that is me" You say. "You must be Abigail's father"
"Albert Dietrich" He says. "I'd like to thank you for taking care of our Abigail"
"It was my pleasure" You respond without thinking.
"Well, no sense standing here all day" He says. "Please, have a seat"
Nervous feeling. Slowly building.
You feel like you're sitting at a table with a t-rex, keeping yourself still so he doesn't notice you.
For a while it works. Abigail's parents focus their attention on her, and you're able to listen quietly. But then her mother turns to you.
"So what sort of mage are you, Saif?" Abigail's Mother- Caroline, her name was- asks you.
You look over at Abigail to see her reaction, unsure if you should tell them the truth or not. Abigail gives you a subtle thumbs up.
"Time" You say.
"Time?" Her father asks. "What a strange coincidence"
"Coincidence?" You ask.
The look on his face tells you that he didn't mean to say that. "It's nothing" He says. Then he checks his watch.
You look around at the table, and see that there are more chairs and places set up than there are people... "Is there-"
"So, what is it that made you want to be a champion in the Blood Moon?" Albert asks, cutting you off before you can finish your sentence.
"Well, I kinda got drafted" You say. "But there's a lot at stake now. If anything, I'd just like to use the Blood Moon to fix the huge mess that it's caused. Plus a number of people I care about are involved, and I'd rather not see them get hurt"
... which is not going well, but you don't say that out loud.
"What do you mean by 'huge mess'?" Albert asks.
"The Guardian is dead" You say. "The Guardian is dead, and the gods are eyeing this place like one of them is going to be next"
"Nonsense" Albert says. "With that pesky Guardian out of the way, the Golden Age can-"
>Don't talk about Kyla that way
>There isn't going to be a Golden Age
>Keep quiet. Keep calm.
There isn't going to be a golden age.
Sorry buddy "gods dying is a thing now" means the gods are too paranoid to bring about your utopia. (Also your utopia fucking sucked but we don't need to mention that)
In fairness I'm pretty sure no one actually has any awareness of what the golden age was like and pretty much everyone is just parroting what their parents taught them, which THEIR parents taught THEM, in a big chain all the way back to people who were actually around for the golden age. And yeah this includes guardian temple. The fact that they happened to be right doesn't change the fact that they had no real basis for it.
That said I hope the right opportunity comes up to cheerfuly mention that Harvey Hart is raping our sister on the regular.
"Sorry to interrupt, but... I have just one question" You say, continuing before getting a response. "What makes you think there's going to be a Golden Age?"
"The gods can return now, so they-"
"-Now understand that they can be killed" You say. "They aren't looking at this world as being rife with opportunity. They're eyeing it like they might be next"
"Well that's-" Albert begins, once more interrupted by the door opening.
Christopher steps in, and bows politely. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but the other guests have arrived" He says.
Your eyes narrow. "Other guests?" You ask.
Abigail stands up and slams her hands on the table. "You PROMISED!" She shouts.
Albert's face betrays no emotion.
"Promised what?" You ask. "Who is here?"
"Sorry I'm late" A familiar voices comes from the door, making your gut turn.
You grit your teeth and put every fibre of your being into not drawing a weapon and opening fire in that general direction.
Harvey walks into the room, with Safi next to him.
He smiles, and it makes you want to break his teeth. "Traffic was a mess"
That's all for tonight!
Hoping to run another thread before the week is through. Not sure when yet, but I'll give at leat an hour's notice before running.
As always I'll be sticking around to take questions/suggestions.
.....i really think we should just find a way to reach in and rip this guy's soul out. Destroy every aspect of his being.
Oh, even better idea! We'll do a true severance on his neck, leave him as an unhealable parapalegic, but don't damage his pain nerves, so he can feel himself wasting away.
this anon does not like rapists.
Well I'm pretty sure we can pretty well spend the next hour shit-talking Harvey with pretty good accuracy starting with "hey its the idiot who spent the last week risking all his valuable assets for no gain at all just because someone told him nobody loved him. I'm surprised you're even willing to show your face in mundane public let around where people who can actually understand what a hilarious fuckup you are will be"
>now is the time.
Thanks, you always end on such a cliff hanger it sorta makes me
rage for about 30 seconds.It just means you have a good story, though.
Safi could almost definitely stop us and is probably under orders to do so. I seriously suspect that the harvey-killing battle is going to consist of us trying to occupy Safi and keep her from killing anyone except Julie and hope the rest can handle harvey,
Well, if we can trigger it before she can, and stretch that second long enough, we can get him. We should buy a knuckleduster taser for future situations like this. Zap her in bullet time and then take him out.
Focused rage is good, and incredibly useful. Blind rage gets you killed.
One thing's for sure: he's gone full retard if he still has any inkling of a belief that he can win.
Fucker has Claire gunning for him now, and even Safi can't protect him from her.
Not to mention that Saif knows all of Harvey's weaknesses from when he synchronized with Safi.
Add that to fighting in the Death Labyrinth, with Team Invisible (Judge/Muse) on the prowl, and no affinity that can bust through walls, and he's proper fucked.
>Fucker has Claire gunning for him now, and even Safi can't protect him from her.
Well, we could've killed her if we had the killing intent when we last fought, and she's gonna be under orders, so yeah safi probably CAN by killing him first. I mean he's got a long shot but definitely not unwinnable.
Well, another issue for Harv is, like Saif, he is also vulnerable outside of the Arena; he's lost a LOT of manpower. If Saif gets into contact with the Malikovs, than I have no doubt that the Hart name can finally be wiped out.