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[B]Time: Evening - Present Day[/B]
[B]Location: Smithy's Grocery Store - Meat Aisle, Las Vegas[/B]
 
What a fascinating assortment of people that Miss Ambassador had found. The lighting was somewhat shoddy with the dramatic entrance that had been arranged, but it was hard to miss the pair that were either almost as tall or taller than herself. Mandate's burning gaze tracked them steadily as they moved, zeroing in upon Freya as she seemed to consult with the others in low tones that the golem could not pick up. [i]It's all petty plans, anyway.[/i] she decided, her eye catching the sight of the twins seeming to toss something to and fro. It was at least discernible by their hand movements if nothing else. The lighting was somewhat difficult.
 
The golem made a mental note, and shifted her attention. [i]On the other hand...[/i]
 
That boy appeared to be falling apart- no, [i]transforming[/i]. His body was cracking and contorting into something that it was never meant to be, and the shuffling about caused the tearing of cloth and flesh alike. The blood flowed until in the place of a young man stood a beast of golden fur. It loomed in comparison to his previous meager height, though both were meager to Mandate, and seemed much fitter for battle. [i]I wonder what he looks like inside while this is happening. Maybe I can ask Miss Ambassador for a vivisection.[/i]
 
The thought of it would have had the massive mercurial being salivating if she was capable of it, but her V of a smile made it impossible to discern. Instead, she spoke. [color=LightPink]"Miss Ambassador, I think we took a wrong turn. This is an animal shelter."[/color] the golem declared in a mock whisper, her tone jovial as she stared down the teenage werewo-
 
Wait a moment...
 
[color=LightPink]"Oh!"[/color] Mandate announced suddenly, her head snapping around to face the much smaller Ambassador while her hand raised up as if to say 'aha'. [color=LightPink]"So that's what you meant by 'young adult novel'!"[/color] she declared, immensely pleased with her deduction and even further amused by Miss Ambassador's wit. She cast her gaze back to the group with a renewed giggle.
 
The others were mostly less amusing, unfortunately. In fact, some of them seemed like a cause for concern. There was one that seemingly hadn't done much of anything yet, but the other two were more alarming. They were a pair of what seemed to be twins, smaller than the other twins, who were giving her human companion some very nasty looks. At least one of them was hunkered down, as if ready to bolt forward.
 
Mandate shifted on her feet, her weight increasing a fraction despite the fact that there was no cause for true concern. The 500 pound golem became 600 pounds, and the floor creaked ever so slightly. There was no telling precisely what all of those present could do, but she could probably tear off most of their heads if they made a move, she reasoned. It was a rare thing that didn't die when she tried to remove its head. But who could tell, with magic and other strange things afoot?
 
The White Witch, though...
 
[color=LightPink]"How does it feel to not be in control of your self?"[/color] The golem's tone was rather quiet and curious, and she did not bother to clarify that she was not saying 'yourself'. Her gaze did not move once it had locked onto the magical human, as if staring a burning hole into her would reveal all the secrets of her mind and existence. It was indeed a burning curiosity, after all. [i]What's it like to be incomplete? How does it feel to be a part of a sum that wants to be whole? Do you know that you're a fragment? Probably, if we're here. How does it feel? I want to understand you. Have we felt something similar? [/i] She had so many questions for the White Witch. She [i]would[/i] pick her brain one day, and then open her body to see if magic kept any secrets there.
 
And still, the golem never ceased smiling. [color=LightPink]"Also, hi again."[/color] she added cheerfully after a pause, waving her hand in response to the White Witch waving her own in a gesture probably not meant to be a greeting. Magicians were funny like that.
 
What a fascinating assortment indeed. [i]Thank you, Miss Ambassador.[/i]