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I find myself enjoying my deliberation over how to handle this.
I COULD let greed rule me-I could prioritize speedy mission completion over other activities in the name of professionalism. That said... I'd be lying to myself if I did so. If I'm here, working on Bonzi's pot, then I'm not going to be available for Rocco's call tonight, nor will I be available to do the Soul Binding he wants. It's not exactly altruism or kindness that guides me to it, but pragmatic or no, I find I have to value my Ward's time over trying to squeeze in more work.
>"I find the pragmatic justification superior to the emotional one."
Yes yes, you've made your disdain for emotion in general and emotionally motivated decisions in particular abundantly clear to me.
>[HB]"I hold a differing view-to follow one's heart without doubt or regret is a sublime thing, and the mark of a true warrior."
>Until they die from a stupid, hot-headed decision."
>[HB]"A warrior's death is not to be feared."
I tune out their resultant debate as I refocus my eyes on Bonzi with an easy smile and a friendly Soul Guise.
"I'll be back later for the pot-I've already got other work duties lined up for the rest of my time today."
The Leprechaun scratches his scraggly rust-red beard festooning his jutting chin before nodding reluctantly.
>[Bonzi]"Aye, I ken. When will ye be back ta finish?"
"Within the next couple days."
>[Bonzi]"So long as ye don't leave me waitin' for a week or summat, I can stomach it."
"Excellent. I'll see you soon."
>[Bonzi]"Aye."
Our business-for now-concluded, I take my new magic hammer, and start making my way back home only AFTER Hillevi's verified she can carry the bone and keep it obscured with her glamor. Our walk starts off, briefly, unexpectedly quiet. This doesn't last, as within the span of a block the teen titan's begun her bubbly diatribe.
[Hillevi][In Finnish]"Well that was fun!"
[In Finnish]"I hope you thought of it as more than fun."
She pouts at me for daring to not be as enthused as her.
[Hillevi]"You nearly sounded like dad there."
"I will attempt to avoid that where possible-so? I have to admit I'm curious why there was no leftover material from the devils you fought."
At this, Hillevi blushes-her glamored form unable to express the blue tint through the disguise-as she tries to explain.
[Hillevi]"Um. I may have gotten a bit too... excited?"
"I would appreciate a more thorough explanation than that."
She looks a bit frazzled as she tries to cast her mishap in the best light possible.
[Hillevi]"Weeellll... I was really looking forward to beating you-"
Her cheeks darken with the admission even as she continues-
[Hillevi]"And I kind of used the quicker, more... damaging.. ice."
"I see. And that prevented any harvesting outside of your own?"
[Hillevi]"Yeah-only bone does okay with that kind of Ice. ...Sorry."
"Don't apologize: You acted within the confines of the defined contest."
She smiles in relief at the easy forgiveness.
"That said, in the future do attempt to avoid using that kind of ice where possible if I'm on the job with you, okay?"
She nods vigorously.
[Hillevi]"Roger-Roger!"
I quirk an eyebrow at her chosen response format. Unsurprisingly, her easily triggered blush resurges.
[Hillevi]"Uuuummm... was that not right? I heard it during some viewings on the telo-vision box, and thought... sorry."
>[IT]"Oh, her awkwardness is quite delightful. You should tease her more."
I ignore my garulous gun.
"For future reference, the particular movies you watched-and I'm pretty sure they were movies-aren't exactly accurate by any means. If you want to reference it, just say Roger once, okay?"
She nods contemplatively, filing the factoid away-then smiles, throwing me a theatrical salute.
[Hillevi]"Roger!"
I can't help but smile at that.
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On the way back, an idea occurs to me. And for once, SB's not giving me shit about it being stupid.
>"I begrudgingly admit the concept you ponder seems based on sound reasoning."
I suppress my mocking incredulity… partly… and do what seems like a good idea: I get Hillevi some ice cream. I admit, she surprises me a bit with her flavor choice.
[Hillevi]"So all of these are different flavors of ice cream, yes? "
"Yep. So what flavor do you want?"
[Hillevi]"All of them. "
"…You did see the size chart for how big a scoop is, right?"
[Hillevi]"Aw… are you doubting I can eat it?"
"…No, I suppose you CAN eat three liters of ice cream. ..Okay, one scoop of everything it is."
[Hillevi]"Yay! "
As she looks pleased with her post-victory treat selection, I decide to broach a subject while awaiting her confection's construction.
"So-did you use Sake when doing your tracking?"
[Hillevi]"Huh? No, I just layered the air with soul-frozen ice flakes, and just went where the flakes melted! They can't stand up to other souls besides my own, heheh!"
…She has a workaround to soul detection. Once again: Valkonens, you impress the crap out of me.
"I see-and why didn't you use Sake as well? He did, after all, have access to my own data through our bond."
[Hillevi]"Yeah… but I figured, since I already waited 'till you knocked one down, and it was just for fun, that I didn't need to try that hard… and I didn't know if maybe you wanted to teach me a lesson about aggressive cheating or something."
On my shoulder, the Hummingbird inclines his beak towards her in respect for her train of thought. She giggles at the gesture-which promptly causes the little fellow to fluff up at the indignity of it all. I try to ignore that as I move on with the conversation.
"You know, I have to say-I'm really proud of how you handled that bet-it was creative, done swiftly, and orchestrated with confidence."
Her giggles get strangled by her entire head turning blue beneath her glamor.
[Hillevi]"U-um… thank you! "
She busies herself eating the ice cream-and I let her have her moment-it's clear the praise flustered her a bit more than she wanted.
Once we're back en route to the mansion, I voice a question to SB, along with a hypothesis. …Oy, SB you listening or-
>"Why not just coalesce your idea rather than expecting me to read it out of your mind?""
FINE. So, my energy regeneration, even with the change to it only regenerating, per the edited binding, on 'Today', has increased-quite a bit. Is that some bleed over from your shade or something? I mean, your shade has gotten a bunch bigger, right?
>"I…. your perception of the change is accurate, but your reasoning for it's cause is wholly backwards. It's not that energy from the Dark, or from my Shade, or from me personally has made you more apt at regenerating. It's that… you've adjusted."
…To what, the increased energy flow?
>"Hardly: You adjusted to handling a workaround to Conceptual magic as being the founding force driving your soul binding boost. I imagine that, with your passive regeneration abilities, you didn't even notice the repeat brain damage-or, in fact, minor soul degradation-as you automatically regenerated the damage before it could build to perceivable levels. And yes, to save you time: I was wholly aware of it, but given it was clear the acclimatization process would not genuinely harm you, I saw no point to mention it. Now that you have unwittingly brute force learned how to handle it, you are now able to use the Conceptual Binding properly, and that is the reason your regeneration has grown."
No shit-so I can do Conceptual Magic now?
>"Let me preface this with the statement that, as of yet, I know relatively little about the overarching field of Conceptual Magic. That said, I think you would be more able to learn other Conceptual magic-but for now, I'm quite confident you can only use this one form of it."
Am I getting the feeling you're implying the binding, as is, is about the best regeneration I could hope for-that about right?
>"Insofar as I've concretely verified options, yes, that's correct."
Huh… shit, if I hadn't gotten HB double-bound-
>"His life would have for certain ended the moment you placed the binding of 'Today'-just your passive radiation is allowing Sake and I to… well, explore new options.""
>[HB]"I must confess, the sheer inexhaustible nature of what radiates from out bond-let alone what can be willingly drawn-is the reason I've finally gotten the swarm to work: I no longer need to overcome the energy issues that plagued the notion previously."
Well shucks-what can I say, I'm your battery.
From around Hillevi's neck, a snigger promising trouble precedes his own two bits.
>[Sake]"Oh man, this new trick I can do? Slow as all crap, but so fun. Bring me next time you need to put a hole in some fortifications, yeah?"
I'll do what I can.
[ARMAS NOW EFFECTIVELY HAS INFINITE MAGICAL REGEN FOR HIS SOUL AND THE WINTER BLOODLINE WITHIN RELATIVE TO IT'S ENERGY CAP, AND NEEDS TO PURSUE PURPOSEFULLY INEFFICIENT POWER CONSUMPTION TO EVEN BRIEFLY BE RENDERED WITHOUT POWER WHILE THE SOUL BINDING IS IN PLACE]
[ARMAS'S MAGICAL REGEN HAS ADVANCED SUFFICIENTLY IN ONE FIELD TO ALLOW ALL MAGICAL REGEN TO BE APPRECIABLY BOOSTED]
The rest of the walk back is filled with Hillevi animated enthusiasm over a properly fun job, and her giggling in glee as she tries-and frequently fails-to avoid being tripped by the fey Sake, as always eager to catch a few laughs. By the time we get back to the mansion, I'm no longer worried about having been very hands-off with Hillevi: The rapport she's built with my entire company is, frankly, heartening, and likely more important to her father than any attempt on my part to train her.
>"Such is your suspicion, at least. Though in fairness, it seems a logical conclusion given the mercurial attitude the Valkonens seem to take when gallivanting outside of their home."
Raising a teen amongst mercenaries, several of them cannibalistic, inhuman and/or psychotic seems to be more or less exactly what Markku wanted. ...Good thing, too.
>"You could call him and verify that your assertion is accurate."
...Naw, I'm pretty confident.
>"So long as she doesn't sleep with one of them I would venture your confidence is wholly acceptable."
...On that note, I recall how much attention Hillevi's been paying to Matvey-particularly after he picked up that sword and became, in her eyes, a 'proper' warrior.
I'll need to keep an eye on that.
While Hillevi promptly goes to bother Matvey and Satai about her outing, Sake and I meet up with Dávgon and Gianni… and we gather up Stacey. She's not resistive at all-and while she does look sad about what use she's being put to, the resignation in her face makes me wonder if she'd resist even without the binding. After today's harvesting and feeding, Silja's form begins, oddly, developing something not unlike a leathery eggshell around her form. The shell itself seems to take the bodies the same as the rifle-but oddly, Silja sounds, well, sleepy after being encapsulated: like it's slowly putting her to sleep. She doesn't seem concerned, neither does Dávgon, Gianni, Sake or SB, so I feel reasonably safe letting this happen. Maybe it's something like a metamorphic reincarnation? Well, all of Sake's heals for the day doesn't see Silja's resurrection finish-but progress, undoubtedly, is made.
After that, I briefly call in to Zosimus with the sun having set-and find he did indeed get confirmation the nosy reporter had an unfortunate, but wholly mundane looking accident.
BUSINESS FUNDS: +$40,000 $1,216,984.00
After taking care of business, I have an all-hands feast of a meal, and give Hillevi a chance to properly boast and brag about her recent mission. She gets a chance to talk more thoroughly with some of the more introverted minions-Iosef and Andrei alike unable to avoid being amused at the idea of her pulling a fast one on me-and surprisingly, she doesn't even mention our employer was a cannibal, leaving them all with a decidedly lighter-hearted impression of the mission. Though, her idly summoning Tartalo into the house to ferry her harvested bones back to the family estate for placement in the boneyard does impress more than a few-for one, I think Satai's soul did a riot in Accelerated Thought timeframes at the sighting-I don't doubt he hadn't been aware of this particular trick of hers. Honestly, she comports herself well, and I wonder if she might have surprised herself with how well she did-or if it's me that's surprised.
During the meal, I'm brought up to speed on the mission completions while I was out: For one, seems the Hob Gob mission was completed with great ease, in no small part due to the use of overwhelming force-excellent. There were no casualties, just some use of expendable magical munitions that Satai carefully documented in the Armory logbooks. I do find myself curious about something that was noted during the mission: There was a magically masked river of what appeared to be solidified shadow, that the Wyld Goblin fighters did not warn them about-nor was it's presence or nature explained. Curious. Still, the job pays well, so I choose to focus on what was gained, rather than stress over new questions.
+10 Rechargable Blade Charms (Svartelf Make)
+5 Rechargable Arrow Charms (Svartelf Make)
+2kg Uncut Garnet Gems
As the meal's winding down, I bring up what I hope will be the cherry to my day of tending to my ward:
"Hey Hillevi: How about a spar where you can hit me as hard as you want?"
The way her eyes just sparkle at that make me glad I waited until I didn't need to worry about dying in the slightest. Because during the feast, HB reminded me about the Swarm being comprised of my purposefully fragmented soul-and how HB himself, as a part of that swarm, perforce has had to take into his form a small sliver of my own soul as an anchor and control mechanism. Most importantly, this means that my soul sustains uninterrupted, non-ruptured existence even if I'm physically and spiritually slain, so long as HB is alive. So…. is Hillevi freezes my soul or some shit, it's fine, I can finish regenerating from HB, my goblin deals, amen ownership, eye possession, everything uninterrupted.
The fight's straightforward, and frankly watched by pretty much everyone after how I phrased the invitation: No weapons, she tries to put me down, I try to not be put down-and HB lends a hand. With a Soul Bubble formed around me and visible only to those with Soul Sensing, I square off with the girl a decade my junior-and our spar begins. With Reinforcement, Hummer's Momentum, Attention Sense and Dunter Step working in concert, I my feet and constant shifts in weight and directional momentum make me flutter like a leaf before the larger, faster foe, as her fists fly like cannons in nothing by near misses. Just when I think this will be easy, having gotten to her back, she shoulder checks me with an ice-plated flank…. to no real effect. HB, looking as proud as I've ever seen, puffs up without lifting a single feather, swelling with silent smugness alone as the Soul Bubble he crafted around me tanks Hillevi's full force impact.
So when the Soul bubble freezes over and shatters from the prolonged contact-which I realize was Hillevi's goal from the start, given she had to know I was registering spiritually well beyond the limits of my physical body-I have to suppress the urge to snicker at the schadenfreude of the look of startled loss-of-face on his beak. Thankfully, he has no problem restoring the bubble with my ever-gushing spiritual energy-and I keep fighting. As the battle progresses though, the differences in our talent start to show-my tricks, varied as they may be, unravel before the born and bred warrior, all the while ice building up around her body as she hits her stride. She no longer gets in the odd solid shot to the soul bubble-but regularly shatters it with her soul-chilling cold. She can't break them faster than I can restore them… but she's penetrating farther past the bubble with each success. Soon enough-
An ice covered fist shatters HB's soul bubble and rushes past to slam into my side, a genuinely serious Hillevi getting me dead to rights within half an hour. The blow is like a cluster of artillery shells vaporizing my side-and half of my torso is frozen solid and instantly shattered in the hit-my spine included.
My body sags dangerously to the side, the flap of muscle that's the sole remaining connection between my upper and lower bodies laughably inadequate to hold me upright…
Before I grab the bottom of the wound-
>[GGG Trait activated]
And hold myself upright, much to the varied exclamatory reaction of the crowd.
"Huh. Painful, but not QUITE as bad as I expected."
Hillevi grins nervously as she slowly pulls back her fist, a few frozen shards of my guts stuck to it.
[Hillevi]"Ehehe… that's, um… the soul damage. "
"Is it?"
With some focus, I ply my summer line to reject the bits of frozen biomatter still stuck to me-watching as Matvey's puppy happily eats the ice candy delights I've sewn across the ground-and then ply my best healing trick.
[HYBRID HEALING
I go from half a torso to a full torso in one second flat. The amount of envy I feel from Rostislav at my recuperation is delicious, and sets a cocky smile on my face as I get back into the fight.
Hillevi and I fight without much in the way of pause for some two hours, with her constantly punching holes in my body and soul alike as I… just keep repairing it, getting used to a higher class of melee damage. Even when I lose my entire head-with a jarring moment of existing within HB's body, I am still wholly able to regenerate and get back in the fight. Thankfully, she seems to eventually hit a cap in her adjustment to my style eventually-and, with the rules as they are, our battle effectively becomes… predictable. Both of us, after yet more time, simply stop, because the contest as it is… isn't really that exciting anymore.
Our audience might disagree.
After that, I WANT to talk with Hillevi-but Duke has other plans. What follows is roughly three hours of the Heavenly Spirit, Doubly Transcendant Black Whirlwind tearing me apart, bellowing with joy as he gets to cut loose. I become intimately familiar with the utterly unblockable nature of his axes and fists alike, and through the prolonged bout, I get exposed to enough of his attack patterns I get two back to back, in-depth and first hand looks at how super strength, melee-inclined warriors fight. I find it positively enlightening, and am far more quiet than usual as I process all the little details I took in. Thankfully, Duke is, as ever, Duke-and gets bored soon enough-and I'm freed from my surprise match.
While Hillevi gets showered with praise for beating the hell out of me-no matter how unharmed I am currently-and Duke gets a proper showing of respect, my phone ends up ringing… ah, Rocco, the confirmation call. Yeah-guess it is time. Man, how long were we even sparring-or, beforehand, feasting? I ate… a whole mess… ah, whatever.
>[Rocco]"You still on?"
"Count on it-how many?"
>[Rocco]"Eighty nine."
"Not a problem."
>[Rocco]"Excellent. They'll be there at the arranged time."
*CLICK*
With that, I turn to Hillevi-
"Hey-you willing to be a soul-channel for binding others?"
[Hillevi]"If… Dávgon's on hand to moderate, then yup! "
"Perfect."
I look away from Hillevi with an expectant smile as a bevy of souls approach me: Matvey, with his sword audibly grumping at him, Rostislav with his now passively magical body that feels more golem now than man, and the now positively titanic Vlad who has to be near eight feet and seven hundred pounds. All three of them are armed-Matvey even sporting his BioArmor.
"…Well, this should work for an excellent first-hand look at how all three of you have changed, won't it?"
>[Rosti]"I wouldn't mind the chance to see how you take what I now think of as a proper beating."
>[Vlad]"Da: I wish to see if my hugeness can compete with the ice princess there."
>[Matvey]"You did accept my offer to spar with you sir."
"So I did. One moment though-"
I retrieve my mere, letting it sit lazily in my hand, fitting perfectly.
"Got to have something for the sword, after all. Now-"
HB reforms the soul bubble around me that Hillevi and Duke alike made short work of time and again.
"Shall we?"
My hour-long fight with the three Russians lets me learn exactly why the others have been acting like these three are physically the strongest right now. Rostislav and Vlad are both hitting with enough force that, were it not for the Soul Bubble, they would easily be breaking my still more or less humanly durable body like it was wet cardboard. However, lacking magic like Hillevi's to go the extra mile, they can't get around the ablating Soul Bubble. Still, the durability they show against the few experimental punches, elbows, knees and kicks I throw their way suggests I could think of them as being legitimate magical bruisers now. Good to know.
Matvey on the other hand, is something different. Maybe it's because dealing with the other two keeps me boxed in a bit more than I'd like, but whereas I can dance around the other, slower Russians, Matvey matches me step for step-literally, as it happens. I realize rather swiftly he's plying his own rendition of Dunter Footwork with Ricky's fingerprints all over it-and his sword's able to cut through the soul bubble with laughable ease. What it does NOT cut through, however, is the mere. I can feel the respect-frayed as it is-within Matvey being reinforced as I turn his opening blow aside with a single handed swing. Gyaketsuote-which Hillevi was able to somehow freeze and shatter, while Duke was able to throw something not unlike Drunk Goggles back at me isn't able to reach Matvey in his suit-but it can reach Rostislav and Vlad alike-and after I start properly confusing them with magical feints, I get enough breathing room to go fully mobile. It's at that point that I finally, concretely get to see that Matvey's… wholly able to keep up with me, even when I'm not constrained.
>"Not that he could keep up with shadowporting."
>[HB]"Though his suit's ability to amplify is impressive if it lets him neutralize your weight control."
Yeah, I'm impressed with the guy-a damned fine bit of improvement.
Eventually though, there is a knock at the door-and, hastily dressed in a new leisure suit, I let just shy of a hundred people into the house. Using Hillevi as a filter and Dávgon buffering the transfer, I push external Soul Binds into eighty nine souls, each bearing the same structure, word for word: 'I shall be loyal to the Mafia'. Simple and crude, but I have to assume it's functionally effective.
Half an hour past midnight, we're done-and I just finished making the company a chunk of change.
BUSINESS FUNDS: +$178,000 $1,394,984.00
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I try to ask Dávgon about the Kudoku improvements-but it seems that ensuring Hillevi's safety through all those binds really took it out of the guy, and he asks that I hold off until tomorrow with the questions. I have no issue complying.
After that little event, I spend a few minutes going through the armory, and recharging every renewable charm and magic item we've got. Really, this amounts to little more than topping off the shield charms-but hey, can't hurt. After that, I spend the last dregs of the already late night talking with Lyubov, and comparing my own childhood recollections with the ones the Armas her other self knows. We… don't really get very far tonight, but it's a start-and I have the feeling there has to be something here. …Ah, if only I hadn't lost the original physical brain I was born with the first time I was made a swarm of hummingbirds, I'd feel more certain I'm not missing any more memories than I already know about. In short order we call it quits-and retire.
We get to sleep a couple hours after.
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 27th, 2011
PERSONAL FUNDS: $2,864,660.00
BUSINESS FUNDS: $1,394,984.00
CASH: $6,120.00
SHADOW PATIENCE: 90%
WINTER ENERGY: 160
SUMMER ENERGY: 50/50
I wake up, as usual, rather energetic. I snicker at Lyubov's rather exhausted state with such comparatively little sleep as I indulge in some Brain Coffee. Now……
What should I do today?
What jobs should I do today?
Don’t I have some meeting to go to?
REMINDER: Minion orders for the week are submitted today. If you are unsure how the new format works, please ask in discussion thread or on IRC, on #golemquest on rizon
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