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[b]Time: Evening - Present Day
Location: Smithy's Grocery Store, Las Vegas[/b]

“[color=thistle][i]Tsk, tsk, tsk.[/i][/color]”

The female Dover Twin, Freya as she had introduced herself in French, was much to The Ambassador’s surprise. Easily the most well mannered reply, but it was quite clear to her that the giantess twins were hatching some half baked plan of defense immediately. The Ambassador was very curious as to what exactly they could do, unnatural as they were in appearance. Try as Freya did to communicate with the other set of twins. It lent well to what she already assumed of the group around the White Witch. Disorganized, chaotic, and clearly there was nothing solid keeping them together. No glue. Every individual had their own goal, their own thoughts, they would surely act on their own as well. It was obvious to her it would take something minimal to break them apart, trip over themselves. 

The sorceress still could not puzzle out why the twin werewolves were as angry as they were. Perhaps some bad blood with the Fey? Supernaturals were often uncomfortable around Fey but it was rare when there was outright hate. It was no fault of hers if they made a bad deal. 

The wolf-boy’s transformation was fascinating, albeit rather visceral. Flesh, hair, blood slid off the boy’s body accompanied by a symphony of pain. When he emerged a werewolf, fear radiated off him. He was [i]very[/i] new to it. It seemed his companions were not fazed. Was it exasperation?

Mandate’s comments earned her a nod of acknowledgement. The golem’s sly comment directed to White Witch did not go unnoticed, it was quite the barb. “[color=thistle]Oui, Mandate. I’m rather curious as well, what [i]does[/i] it feel like to have no real control over one’s self? The sheer ignorance would simply drive me mad.[/color]”

She felt no threat was here.

The Ambassador watched their reactions with an unwavering smile. The Fey shifted about watching as well, even boldly stealing some discarded flesh from the boy’s transformation. They flinched when White Witch sent her familiar ahead of her. White Witch’s delightful confusion at her attack being rendered impotent sent a new wave of giggles through the group of Fey. 

[color=ffe4b5]”What did you give him?”[/color] The White Witch snapped at her, venomous. [color=ffe4b5]”How did you manage it, huh? What could possibly . . . it doesn’t matter. If what I think is true, then you can’t hurt me either, none of you can.”[/color] The witch gestured to her, Mandate and even Bach as well. It seemed she held some minimal Sight, much like Odette’s ability to see the vague shape of Holt.

 [color=ffe4b5]”Not if she orders it.”[/color] She finished.

So the ignorance became very apparent. It was really far too easy.

“[color=thistle]You are correct, Puck did facilitate this deal.[/color]” She gestured vaguely at the witch, an easy roll of her shoulders. “[color=thistle]I’m sure you can ask Puck yourself, White Witch. We both know how well that will go, you will be tugged around by your nose with the answers just out of reach. Fortunately for you, I am not Puck.[/color]” She said. 

[i][color=thistle]No, I have a far more interesting way to lead you around in circles.[/color][/i] She thought.

She peered, flattening her palm as if to block bright light. “[color=thistle]That must be Holt’s shadow hanging around you. What a delightful reunion, now we can let bygones be bygones properly.[/color]” She said rather smoothly. “[color=thistle]To show that I am the bigger person, I do not hold a grudge against you and your predecessor, Holt. I’m sure you had some poor reasons to wedge yourselves into my business back then, but past is past. Joseph Mathers death closed that door.[/color]”

Bach leaned into whisper in her ear, in French, “[color=darkseagreen][i]She really knows nothing, My Lady.[/i][/color]” He said with a slight snicker then moved onto a cautionary tone, “[color=darkseagreen][i]Those two twin wolves seem familiar, I would be cautious of provoking them. They look ready to leap into action at a single word, they would interrupt then ultimately prove this meeting pointless by insinuating a fight.[/i][/color]”

The Ambassador carried on acknowledging Bach’s notes with a nod, Words of Power calling on the Arcane Stream, she unfurled her right hand energy gathering in her palm, collecting in a soft opaque blue orb. With a soft breath she blew it off her palm toward Benjamin, it faded into his chest providing some relief from the pain of transformation, a charm to calm the mind. “[color=thistle]His moans of agony were beginning to grate. Wouldn’t you agree?[/color]”

“[color=thistle]I’ll start simply, White Witch. Lift the veil of ignorance.[/color]”

From her purse she pulled the small ornate trunk that held Gwyneth’s Sight. She lifted the trunk’s lid showing the discs with runes. “[color=thistle]This belongs to you or, pardon me. Belongs to Gwyneth Owens as I have come to know her.[/color]” Her eyes twinkled with mischief, “[color=thistle]I struck a deal with Gwyneth directly, Puck facilitated the contract’s writing and signed in her stead. You and I are bound, White Witch. If you are able to swallow your pride, apparent hatred for me, then perhaps we can work together. If not…[/color]”

She gestured to Mandate with a wave of her hand, “[color=thistle]Lift your foot, my dear.[/color]”

She delicately placed the trunk directly beneath the golem’s foot. Adjusting it just... [i]so[/i].

“[color=thistle]Perhaps the most incredible feature Mandate has is her will over her weight and strength. She fought Herne’s Guardian of Stonehenge rendering it to dust.[/color]” She gestured again, to lower her foot - lightly brushing the lid. 

“[color=thistle]Let me make it crystal clear.[/color]” She resumed her full height, tucking some stray hair behind her ear. She held up three fingers on her left hand, folding her ring finger down. “[color=thistle]Gwyneth gifted me senses to feel the pieces of her soul, same as you.[/color]” She bent down her middle finger. “[color=thistle]There is little to stop me from hunting each piece down to destroy it.[/color]” Finally bending her forefinger, “[color=thistle]I can open portals to virtually anywhere on Earth or other dimensions.[/color]”

“[color=thistle]It is apparent to me that you are in dire need of [i]my[/i] assistance. What hope do you have as you are? Incomplete, fumbling around hoping to stumble upon the next piece. With ‘friends’ such as these, your chances have diminished greatly.[/color]” She said with a sneer. “[color=thistle]Really, what were you thinking?[/color]”