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"Nope, let's get the fuck out of here. Two dragons and a devil are more than I want to deal with, ever again."
>[Igor][In Russian]"You are not the only one to think that comrade!"
As we share a quiet chortle, more than a few eyes darting up towards the mountain's peak at my blithe mention of such ludicrous magical threats, before I happily step forward, clapping the mirror-souled man on his shoulder-only now noticing that, of all the Russians, he's the only one bigger than me, staring me in the eye despite being lower on the mountain-and so far as I see has not a hair on his head-not even eyebrows.
"The fine bottles of vodka that we will be sharing tonight will be but the first of many that I owe you in return for this, my friends."
As the rest are happily wallowing in the thought of the coming drunkenness, I speak somewhat more quietly to the man holding the Ramidreju.
"And I think you will be getting something special all to yourself...."
>[???][In Russian]"Most call me Gloom, or Creep. I'd rather you call me either, than give out my name-those of us lacking magic walking in such circles must be... cautious."
His words still hold a challenge and aggression, same as before-but some of the antagonism's bled off.
"Alright, if that's how you choose it-though from your name am I to infer you are knowledgable on the art of stealth?"
With a twinkle in his eyes-
>[Gloom][In Russian]"Oh, I know this and that."
Still holding back, huh? Well, I can't complain with results.
As Creep hands me the limp, green-furred body, I find Sake nearly screaming in my ear as we start marching down the mountain.
>[Sake]"LET ME OUT I WANT A BODY OH IT'S IN YOUR HANDS I COULD BE THERE NOW JUST SAY THE WORD COME ON COME ON!"
Well first, tell me this: Would possessing this body properly create a magical or physical reaction-something one could detect?
>[Sake]"OF COURSE IT WOULD IT... the dragons. Of course. I guess I just get to... look at my body in your hands as we hike down the mountain, then? Wonderful, that's going to... to.... wait hold on."
What?
>[Sake]"Hey, stare at the body's genitals."
What?
>[Sake]"I can only see through your eyes, remember? Just do it."
After taking a moment to assure myself no one is currently looking at me in the back of our group... I inspect the weasel's pelvis, not really sure what I'm looking for since I've never bothered to look at-
>[Sake]"...You had best not have me with you whenever you meet with your Goblin friend, dear brother."
Why's that?
>[Sake]"He gave us a female's coordinates."
I neatly avoid stumbling-
That... that a fact?
>[Sake]"Do not think I shall foolishly reject the body just on it's gender-any body is better than none, and one that is both aligned with my original form and possesses innate magic? No, I will take what the goblin gave us, and in a way at least be grateful-but don't expect civility towards the goblin from me."
Ah... can we, I don't know, change the bodies ge-
>[Sake]"Were it a body I was born to, perhaps-but a possessed body is tenuous enough to permanently claim-such an undertaking even after years to entrench myself could be disastrous. No... this, I think, must be accepted."
>"Well... that should be interesting, I suppose."
I mull this new debacle over for a time before turning to Einrik after he's finished recounting the events that unfolded to Hillevi-with the most that I learn being that Einrik ultimately stumbled on the Tanzanian dragon trying to bring the mountain down, and things... escalated.. from there. I address him as I get the sense he's paying attention to me, even if it doesn't register as the type of attention the goblins trained me to percieve.
"So, how was your first experience at dragon-fighting after so long?"
>[EV][In Finnish]"Simultaneously heartening, and disappointing. Unlike before, I was not the beast's plaything, discarded when bored-but all the same, no matter how well I weathered their assault, I wasn't able to meaningfully harm them, and it cost me more magic to sustain such performance than it did them. I've come a long way-but I'm still not there. I need... something that could ignore massive wells of magical energy, as well as regenerative abilities-something potent, something that sticks... If I'm not a good conversationalist right now, it's because I find this topic fascinating, and think I finally know what the general idea I'll need to finish my style is."
"Well, I won't keep you from your musing long-I just wanted to apologize for foolishly using your name on the radio-your circumstances were unknown to me, and I didn't err on the side of caution."
>[EV][In Finnish]"While your mistake was... vexing, I'd argue it lead better into the behavioral patterns you chose than would caution-so at least it proved a functional mistake."
"Well I suppose that makes me feel a bit better about it. ..I don't suppose, since Sake will be possessing it soon, you could try to pull the memory of where the Ramidreju's hoard is from her memory?"
>[EV][In Finnish]"I'm relatively certain it's under the mountain's peak-after all, why else would the Tanzanian dragon have been searching so recklessly? That... and I couldn't guarantee I wouldn't harm the prospective host body in the process.
>[Sake]"I find myself abruptly abhorring Einrik's option and wanting nothing to do with it."
"..Okay, well last question for now: Teach me draconic etiquette?"
>[EV][In Finnish]"Oh I am NOT the person to look to on that-my interest has always been fighting them, not being polite to them. I just followed general formal clan relation protocols, which only worked because they couldn't easily dispose of me."
"Damn. Well, I won't keep you from your thoughts."
It is at this point I pull out the phone, happily noting that not only do I have reception-but we're now more than a mile from the peak-that's GOT to be far enough they won't overhear us, right?
I dial an increasingly familiar number-
>[SM]"And?"
So it is I talk for a spell. I ramble about a possible representative of the Spanish Ruling dragon, I meander my way through describing it's features, it's mannerisms and actions-I flit over to describing the Tanzanian participant, my ideas as well as Einrik's as to what each one's true motivations were. I speak of presented covers, as well as how each dragon's power was very informally assessed. I speak of the Summer Goddess Whaitiri getting a sampling of the Tanzanian dragon's flesh-before backing up and intimately describing the massive Artifact weapon she carried. I speak of the Finnish devil that further complicated the mountain's events, and how I was able to make the devil withdraw with wordplay, before my own companions and I could withdraw. When I finally finish explaining everything save that involved in the secret of Armas Valkonen, SM... starts with something I did not expect.
>[SM]"Because I know you speak the truth, I will tell you something now, a rare example of free information: The Spanish dragon lied-the Cantabrian mountains are accorded neutral ground-far too many claim them as home for any one group to say the mountains are 'theirs'-even dragons. Make of this information what you will. Now... what is it you desire, for this information, and the Sami bodies you yet have stored with us? I will note we will have to start charging for storage soon."
"Well for one I want to be certain that my shadow is getting the best training available."
>[SM]"We can make no greater offer than to teach him all we wyld goblins know that he can learn-we do not contract out instruction from third parties."
"Hm-well, I've been wanting an eye patch, something magical, that can at least absorb the water from my eye. What do you have in that category?"
>[SM]"Did you have a specific format of magic you wished to pursue?"
"Stealth's always nice."
>[SM]"Then a Lurk-skin eye patch with a backing of Dutter's wool would suffice-the eye patch would be difficult to acknowledge, and no mortal would even be aware you were missing an eye unless you told them-even magical mortals could be fooled, should their sensory abilities prove sub-par."
"That'll work-what about poison resistance charms?"
>[SM]"I hope you are not speaking of the exceedingly rare, potent and costly universal poison charms-I would hate to have to inform a Friend of our tribe that he could not afford such a thing."
"No, no-just something for resisting Doonongaes poison."
>[SM]"That is much more easily crafted and provided. We can provide an imbibably brew that grants such specified immunity for a week after consumption, with a one-hour delay from consumption to the ability being manifested. Would this fit your needs?"
A week of ignoring Doony's contact poison? Yes I think that would suit me just fine.
>[SM]"As it is, your sami bodies are still 'on the table'-was there more you desired?"
"Well, I still want to get a Kameosa at some point, but since that's not really a product you carry, and the only other thing I can think of is information which you understandably charge a premium for..."
>[SM]"Would you trade all rights to the remaining Sami corpse material, for us to pursue a special order of a Kameosa for you? I could not speak for when specifically we would acquire it, but it would be before the next season has ended. Oh-as you are returning to the Smets estate, do you find delivery of promised goods to that location acceptable?"
Less than half a year for bodies I realistically didn't have much of a use for? I'll take it! And as I can't see a reason to reject the Merchant's delivery suggestion, I take that too.
Of course, the deal isn't struck quite THAT easily-I spend time bickering and fighting over the specifics of the deal, trying to squeeze more and more out of the Merchant-I snag a delivery of one hundred pounds assorted scrap meat, magical and mundane alike to the Smets mansion once a week now-meaning that all I need to get for feeding the twenty new mouths I'll have to deal with will be fruits and vegetables. Should help keep the cost of supplying board down. Other than that-I don't really get anything extra for it, and I get the feeling the Merchant's pissed-but not at me. Maybe he did sell information to a dragon-but the dragon lied to him? It's possible, I suppose-I haven't heard anything suggesting Dragons can only speak the truth.
Finally I hang up-and do a different kind of calling, with us nearly off the mountain.
Amen.
>[Amen]"Yes, master?"
Can you kill or bind a Finnish lightning devil of slightly less power than an average dragon?
>[Amen]"Assuming they are upon the house grounds, this one could provide such service to this one's master-an interesting guest to expect, a Devil in an urban setting. They usually are quite more fond of rural settings than their Demon brethren."
Eh. So another thing: If there is no prior order that would result in me dying, being harmed physically, mentally, emotionally or spiritually, would unbind you or harm allies related to the following topic, then I ask what specifically you have been doing with intruders.
>[Amen]"It is well master added that conditional modifier-this one would be loathe to find itself master-less, less, less."
....Right.
After breaking communication with Amen, I talk with Hillevi for the last bit of the walk down, making sure she didn't have any nagging concerns from this most recent encounter. But even that trails off as, nearing the bus stopped on an isolated stretch of mountain road, I finally am unable to ignore Sake's presence.
Okay-before you have at it, are there any rituals or something that could-
>[Sake]"The only kind of ritual that could help would be based in blood magic and I'd rather cease to exist than let that monster you have at your beck and call anywhere near the blood of a body I plan to use."
...Okay. Then go for it-body's yours.
There is no response.
Instead, there is a swirl of lusty, warm summer air that feels oddly at home on these chill-stricken mountains, carrying with it a spicy, nutty scent of fresh growth, of new life. The limp body in my hand begins to vibrate-and slowly lifts from my palm, floating in the middle of that summer-wind nexus. The winds swirl and dance, and out of the corner of my eye I see leaves that never were, dancing elusively without ever coming to be. I feel my head ache, and my blood aches-even as it sings in joy at the suffusion of warm, blazing energy gathering before me.
There is a crack like a dozen bullwhips all around me, the wind dies-
The Ramidreju body continues to float in place, slowly unfurling from its limp fetal pose like one stretching after a long slumber.
>[Sake]"Well, well-well-well-well-well... well. A body again."
He seems to take a moment to process this as the russians stare on in cautious focus.
Sake promptly goes ballistic, chittering away like made, squeaks and whistles echoing through the air as he ecstatically bounces about like a pinball.
>[Sake]"Aaaah I have my own body again YES! "
"Sake-I'm happy your happy-but do you think you can help the Russians? Some of them are still pretty-"
>[Sake]"That's right the wounded."
Without giving me time to finish he's flying through the air like a hornet, spastically rubbing himself against the wounded, fur against flesh-
And where he travels in his wake are left the unbroken, the healed, the whole-and where before there was a look of caution, now there is outright awe directed Sake's way as he gloats while idly licking one of his shovel-like front paws.
"I did promise to try and find you healing did I not?"
>[MB][In Russian]"Was it... necessary to take something from out beneath two dragon's noses to get healing?"
"Necessary? Not really-but you deal with surprises during missions as they happen, and things worked out pretty well. So... last call guys, anyone not interested in coming to Turkey to stay at an urban mansion and in general make a big splash in the private sector?"
Not a single person offers a complaint even as we load into the bus.
"Okay-then to Istanbul.... we go."
GfH ARC: THAT'S RIGHT WE STILL HAVE TO GET BACK: CONCLUDED
Next ARC: TO MAKE YOUR MARK
(new thread http://tgchan.org/kusaba/quest/res/360354.html )
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