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Renegade Iris Belle
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>>358332
The first thing I do is apologize to Hillevi and Einrik alike for putting the youngest Valkonen to the question like that-after all, her older brother's still working with her to help her think analytically. Seems whatever damage I might have wrought was mended by my apology-they both accept it as being no intended slight, and just like that what could have been a minor situation is water under the bridge. When I transition to complimenting Hillevi's combat instincts Einrik does rather dryly point out she has been receiving training from a seventy-generation old martial family-I ignore the dig to focus next on Hillevi's exposure to not killing her challengers, something Einrik agrees was rather important for her.
>>358334
The last thing I bring up before Hillevi departs for the cabin is the possibility of language lessons courtesy the Laine estate (I can call it that now, I got a mansion, a butler, and I actually have savings-TOTALLY an estate), and Einrik says that if I do such a thing, he requests I teach her one of the more prevalent languages-Mandarin, English, Spanish, something she could use many places. When I inquire as to Mandarin for being used many places, I find that, thanks to its massive history with magic it produces more magically active mortals than any other nation. With that brought up and cautiously approved by the Valkonen heir, we move on to some new topics.
First, I discuss my bloodline choices so far with Einrik. while he shares muted approval and disapproval in turn, focusing on differing potential outcomes rather than speaking in generalities, one particular blurb of his commentary truly stuck out to me.
>[EV][In English]"You know, it's funny that you've acquired nearly every aspect of supernatural survivability, save heightened defense itself. You can heal yourself, regenerate lost limbs, claim energy from foe's flesh, now you've built yourself something with the Romanov line, who are quite known for having a revolving-door policy with death. It costs great pain to follow this path as opposed to others, but is tailored to make even your defensive mechanism invite foes to underestimate you. A soft human with guns... how wrong they'll be."
To a lesser extent I was intrigued by these other comments enough to have them resonate.
>[EV][In English]"The Sami line holds some very solid fundamental soul manipulation principles, based on perceiving, then manipulating spiritual energy, and is more... subtle, than other soul manipulation styles I know of. I do know I only once saw a Sami shaman working their magic at any real range, as opposed to within the caster's immediate vicinity-so I presume that, while slower, and potentially less potent than other paths, it has the advantages of a 'quiet' magical signature compared to its brethren, and should allow for more free-form spirit manipulation, at the cost of direct combat application."
The final thing he had to say was on the Romanov line.
>[EV][In English]"I'm operating under the assumption it only provides a given amount of the magic that fuels it-which frankly, is so exotic I'm still not sure what mechanisms do what in the spell matrix-to providing that immortality you rationally coveted. If I ever figure out how to estimate limits on this I'll let you know-but your soul's new shape has not aided the spell decryption process."
From there, I move on to talking about possible options, referencing our prior conversations.
"So, you've mentioned Lurk and it had appealed to me-what are your thoughts on it's usefulness here?"
>[EV][In English]"I think the interplay of subtle spirit manipulation, auto-revival and 'unnoticability' both instinctually sound like and mechanically do go quite well together-but your power would likely end up highly personal, functional or not. It would have little way to do anything beyond some shadow of Sami soul-sculpting-and do understand this is merely conjecture, I've no idea how the composite bloodline will really end up. The Lurk influence would seem to suggest a means of masking death might be possible-which could be quite the tool to the would-be infiltrator. There is of course how strongly it behooves a fighter unafraid to place a knife or bullet in someone's back."
"Ah-huh. You know, there's a few other bloodline types I'd heard of which I wanted to ask you about."
>[EV][In English]"Go ahead."
"Well, I've heard of a winter-based bloodline for manipulating Borders and Boundaries-"
>[EV][In English]"Woa-wait hol-hold on there, just a moment. Now, before I say anything more, anything at all, please, as my friend, listen to me: You and I, and people as... curious as us don't do well with that ability, not in the slightest. I'm talking accidental experimentation that you can never, ever take back. If your own personal safety does not concern you, then think of this as me asking you to not expose my sister to unnecessary risks. ...That said, I am, after all, quite inquisitive. I imagine you've either heard of the Greenlandic, Arctic, Canadian, Siberian or Japanese Boundary manipulating bloodline. I likewise must also assume it would harmonize phenomenally well with the Romanov line, given it's function. I don't know any clan names or specifics beyond that the ability is usually based around a specific genre of boundary, with each individual having a specific preference within that genre. For instance, the Canadian one is known to have an association with doorways, the separator of one room and another, inside and outside-to great use in mobility. One individual may prefer doors between rooms, another the inside-outside transition, what have you. I'd have to believe most of the bloodlines would be easily rerouted to manipulate the boundary the Romanov line flaunts so belligerently."
"...Not what I was expecting, but I'll take it under advisement. Moving past that rather sobering disclaimer-I've also heard of a bloodline that glues together or makes souls to put into objects-have you any knowledge of these 'Imbuer' lines?"
>[EV][In English]"It's sad that's now a safe topic, compared to your last one. Yes, though I've never even met one, so all my information is second hand, and frankly not very trustworthy. You still want it?"
"Absolutely."
>[EV][In English]"Well, to my understanding its possible in at least one Imbuing line-and I don't know how many there are, or even if it's just the one-to use soul scar material when the Imbuer puts a fragment of themselves into their work to keep it safe and contained. I know this line has had more people trying to hunt it-and worse, successfully gain the ability and become outright monsters. Quite a few historical necromancers were people that had somehow stolen, or sometimes directly born from the Imbuing bloodline-turns out putting a soul in a corpse, especially a fresh one, is quite easy. For you though, my instincts tell me there is the possibility of making... items similar to what you wield. But, because a practitioner of this style can in theory attempt to place a soul in anything... well again, we come to issues with people being too curious. Magic does not at all approve of people trying to recant their actions midway through-so committing yourself to a fatal magical act... it's a fate you get to see coming, with no chance to escape."
>>358337
"Why am I not surprised that which interested me was already in the danger zone... well, what did you think of the Sometimes Merchant?"
>[EV][In English]"The goblin? Like most of their kind-what interests me is why he's so accomodating to you-and even called you by name. I wasn't quite aware you were that friendly with the goblins."
"Well, when you stumble on information you personally can't use nearly all the time, and know someone that pays quite well for information-you can build a connection pretty quickly."
>>358445
Midway through telling him more of our journey with colorful diction,
"Bit of a non-sequitor, but I think I know someone who could clear up Antonije's problem pretty easily, maybe-"
>[EV][In English]"It's nice that you'd even but I've broached the subject with him, and he still doesn't want anyone, and I quote, 'poking and prodding my soul'. He's an old man rather set in his views, regardless of accuracy."
"Hm. Well since we seem to keep coming to options I like that aren't safe, in your opinion-"
>[EV][In English]"Besides Lurk."
"Besides Lurk, but as it happens I had another inkling I could ask about. Since the bloodline absorption system lets me use just regular flesh, or even blood, to imprint a bloodline-I can non-fatally copy someone's bloodline. What with how my shadow's even got training in your style's principles, is it at all feasible to-"
>[EV][In English]"Valkonen blood... I'll say the good news on that first. Yes, that is winter based, and we are rather proud of the fact we've successfully made the bloodline a near perfectly even hybrid of internal and external magical actions, and would harmonize exceptionally well with the Sami line. The bad news is twofold. Because you did not simply imprint just the Valkonen line when you had a fully open bloodline, you passed the window I would have called 'safe' to attempt assimilation. While still possible now, albeit with more risk, the second issue negates that slim chance. I cannot, cannot make this decision, to give out family blood-only the clan Head can. Go ahead and guess how Markku'd take such a request. I can't even think of something you could use to get him to agree."
"Well, this is certainly helping me make my choices, eliminating options."
>>358466
"In all though, I have to say things went well. Plenty of excitement and danger, but Hillevi handled herself well, we got out of every scrape without any injuries, and we made some new friends. First a German assassin named Armin the Craftsman tried to kill us, then a Russian hit squad who you've met tried to kill us, then we met Gleb Romanov and killed him- but only once and he came right back with no hard feelings, so that was good. You want details on anything? And what have you been up to?"
>[EV][In English]"Oh, just yet another petition to fight one of the Danish Dragons-you probably don't know, but it's the only European nation where anything like a draconic arena exists-I'm still being called a lightweight and rejected thanks to my admittedly premature attempt to compete nearly a decade ago."
"Well that sucks. I don't suppose I could help?"
>[EV][In English]"Hah, unless you're good friends with a Dragon, not much chance of that-but the offer's appreciated, at least."
"So did the Merchant tell you about Gleb or something? How'd you know?
>[EV][In English]"I've seen Royal bloodlines before, as well as Russian bloodlines before, enough so that I can identify when something is either. Given this was both, it rather narrowed the field of options. So I suppose you are why I knew, for actually bringing it so I could observe it. Oh yes, a tip of the hat to surviving an encounter with the Russian, even if he was as passive as you and Hillevi say-even without his active action, his Artifact makes him a monstrous threat if approached poorly. ...Wouldn't mind a chance to face him myself some time-a sparring partner that can handle dying is always immensely useful."
>>358357
"Last question-hopefully-why is it you haven't mentioned any protocol or etiquette standards for soul perception?"
>[EV][In English]"Because I wanted to surprise you: It's Darwinian: If you can perceive a soul, you deserve to see it, and no one can claim being perceived as an insult without directly stating themselves to be the spiritual inferior of the one that perceived them when they wished to remain hidden. Conversely, if you can hide your soul well enough, no one in the world could order you to reveal it unless you were bound to do their will to begin with."
"That's.... fucking amazing."
>[EV][In English]"Thought you'd like that."
We chat for a little while longer, wrapping up some loose ends of the stories about the trip, before I head back to the cabin, keeping my smile muted as I notice Hillevi eyeing the soldiers like a dog would some feral rats on it's territories borders, while the Russian's look at her with a mixture of measured awe and not-quite condescending amusement. They're having a hard time getting used to such a young girl being so capable on the field and are trying to play it off-no need to wound their pride and bring it up.
>>358363
>>358366
>>358410
>Eh... perhaps I should have written this in Discussion thread?
Yes you should of, please put it in discussion next time
>Item imbuing is not a bad choice but we can always learn Enchanting without wasting a bloodline slot.
Imbuing =/= Enchanting in the slightest.
I slip a bottle into my pocket that I sure hope Shadowbro will transport my eye-water to-
>"Fine, fine-I'll participate in maintaining your hygiene, disguised as 'practice' or 'profit'. You do realize perfectly pure water isn't worth anything, right?"
That has yet to be proven.
>"Fine, be a dick."
>[Iron Trick]"I am so happy I got the clusterfuck that is you as my new owner. This is like infinite street theater, really I approve."
With that done I do the other thing I needed to attend to before actually joining everyone. I address Silja as I try once more to break to her some hard new.
Silja... You know don't you, you know that I am not the Armas that was your lover, you've seen my soul, my actions, heard my thoughts, I'm not him, I can never be him, but I said I would help you return to a human form... and now I know how to let you see... so even though I am not that Armas... do you want to see my face, to see the world again?
>[Silja]"Armas, what.. what are you-"
We haven't known one another for long but I know you're strong enough to face this-you know I'm not your husband.[/code]"
>[Silja]"But-"
It does nothing to change the fact I'm helping you and will continue to do so-but you need to know and accept the truth."
>[Silja]"...Thank you for the offer to see you, but... I-I... no, no thank you."
I don't think I've ever more heavily read 'I want to be left alone' from someone's words than I do from Silja here and now. It's... the content, the character of the thoughts she directs my way-like she wants nothing more than to huddle in a corner and brood, and will snap if prodded. Naturally-I leave her be.
And join the going conversation with some crass commentary that gets the moderately sauced Russians laughing instantly, as whatever hints of tension were brewing simply fall apart like cobwebs. The whole rest of the flight I sit with everyone, acting as translator and mediator to the banter after it becomes clear only Hillevi and I speak Finnish. I keep building on our existing rapport-and half an hour in feel comfortable broaching a new topic. A group exercise, of sorts: weasel wrangling. My purposefully misleading method of telling them what I plan has them chuckling as I continue to dance about the topic, and by the time I tell them what we are really hunting they all agree to go. In the explaining, I managed to snag Hillevi's interest too-and with her already aware of our goal to non-lethally and hopefully non-harmfully immobilize the Ramidreju until I can get Sake into it-I'm eagerly anticipating her performance.
During our conversation, I take the time to look at Hillevi's soul-and am again surprised. From her I get the sense of a fearful giant, afraid to put a foot wrong and obliterate something near her, afraid of power, and lack of control. It makes me think of a person carefully trying to navigate a wet-cardboard house, knowing the slightest wrong move could bring the whole thing down. My gut tells me she's afraid of her power, based off her soul-but is that really all there is to it?
Deciding I might as well, I find a moment to look down at myself after confirming not a single mirror exists on board. I look away rather swiftly, my eyes burning and straining to shut as if I'd stared at the sun. ...I can't say how my soul feels, until I can actually look at it. I try again twice more-and find the... the painfulness of observing it inevitably enough that I can't stop myself from averting my attention. What is it I'm lacking....
Once the Russians have finished the three bottles between them, the last dregs of their reservations around Hillevi vanish, and despite the language barrier they seem to be communicating.. to a degree. While they're so occupied, I again turn my attention inwards-this time trying to keep clear of looking directly at my soul, and instead focusing on my chakra points, tracing the path from them to soul as close as I can before-but even with my view incomplete, I can easily tell something has shifted on a major scale. I find myself wondering if the Sami line was responsible-the little I know of Gleb's line doesn't sound like it's chakra related, but I could be completely wrong.
The next thing I check is a bit more complicated in my mind-but could yield far greater fruit than my last minor experiment: I start tracing my Attention sensing ability in conjunction with my soul-sensing, looking for a correlation, a connection-it takes me all of two minutes to be certain. Turns out the two abilities are indeed linked, and all based off perceiving the spiritual state of another-and rather interestingly suggest that humans have some innate knack to sense spirits as a fundamental perception, even if few hone it. Most curious.
With all the time that's passed, I'm jolted just a bit when Shadowbro comments that the twelve ounce bottle I designated for catching water from my eye-is full. ...Huh I hadn't realized my output was so high.
Thankfully we're finally descending into northern Spain-when I decide to clear up a couple more questions still bothering me about Amen.
Amen, how many intruders have tried to enter the premises since I left?
>[Amen]"Forty eight, all told, told told."
What happened to them?
>[Amen]"This one neutralized the threats, per master's orders."
Did you kill them?
>[Amen]"Master will never again need to worry about any that dared trespass."
Were any of those neutralized police officers?
>[Amen]"This one is reasonably confident such was not the case."
What about the mansion itself-how's it's legal status faring?
>[Amen]"This one thinks our current status could be summed up as: no one has ownership of the house yet in the wake of Smet's death, but likewise no one has the authority to attempt to removed master from the premises."
There it is then.
We land in the Santander based spanish airport, a tour bus with tinted windows ready to take all twenty one of us out of the city proper as we follow my goblinic compass West South-West. I find myself marginally impressed with how quickly the Russians are able to master ever last quirk they developed from being inebriated that might be a threat in a mission-every idle hand stills and is remastered, ever set of unfocused eyes is massaged and forced to work again-the form of the professional resurging in them all.
We eventually reach a point where no more roads can take us towards our target, an hour and change after getting on the bus, and we all disembark to begin our trek to the Ramidreju's lair.
There is but one teeny, tiny problem:
A half hour after setting out on foot, on the side of a mountain that previously had been indicated to have the weasel somewhere beneath it's peak-
The compass goes ballistic, pointing every which way with abandon.
>"Some sort of magical signal scrambling?"
>[Sake]"It would be uncharacteristic of the goblin to not mention or account for such a thing where he aware. Perhaps it is a recent acquisition for my host to-be? "
>[Iron Trick]"Hate to burst the fun bubble, but the magic ITSELF feels new-and that does not make me think of pleasant explanations."
Trick's right: There's something in the air, a sense of... foreign purpose. I don't feel any attention on me, nor do I perceive any new souls-nevertheless, my gut screams at me we aren't alone. Behind me I hear the Russians checking their weapons and flicking off their safeties.
Well we're in the middle of nowhere in the Cantabrian mountains two thirds of the way up a pretty damn tall mountain in search of a very specific weasel, and just as we were getting close, we encountered a newly minted magic signal scrambling field-and now seem to all feel like we aren't alone.
As the leader of the majority of the people in this party: What should we do?
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