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The transition from Hamlet to Village was not a subtle affair; land had to be cleared, routes had to be established, and territory had to be marked. Even though the population was increasing from 20 to 50, it still carried a fair bit of weight, as the terraforming was undertaken. Stuck on mountains, Delta and Epsilon had to break ground, level it out, and carve out their homes in the stone. Encircled by the forests, Beta had to lumber trees left and right, uproot ancient stumps, and smooth ground of unfathomable depth. Buffeted by a vast ocean and rime, Gamma had to find solid footing in the snow and ice, plant their roots in stubborn soil, and grow against the adversity of a frozen tundra.

Alpha had the simultaneously easiest and hardest trial: growing against itself and beyond -- they had to envelope all of the surrounding lands, and bring Enderall out to take on the Chateau as herself. It meant contending with the other bodies that thought they'd designs better than Chuunitrixx's, and making sure they could find no footing outside of the Chateau.

They belonged indoors.

So, they all worked; tirelessly, determined. Damned be anyone that stood in their paths.
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Having heard the briefing of the group sent to investigate the town, Rodias was shocked as he was approached by a rather intelligent mimic, requesting an item from him. [color=f7976a][b]”You...want what from me?”[/b][/color]

"[b]Surely, your hearing is not failing, My Lord,[/b]" Socrates says, overlooking over the Chateau Shell Project via Sentries, "[b]Eris's Apple of Discord.[/b]"

Rodias nodded. [color=f7976a][b]”Oh, I heard you just fine. But the question I mean is...why do you think I would have that? Or know where to find it?”[/b][/color] Rodias would question, poised on his throne and looking through his inventory for anything even REMOTELY close to such an item. 

"[b]The answers to those questions are unnecessary to possess, unlike the item in question,[/b]" Socrates says, he directed movement and construction via bits of song.

[color=f7976a][b]”...No, those questions are absolutely necessary. Because not only do I not have it, I don’t know where to find such a thing.”[/b][/color] Rodias said, narrowing his eyes, apparently offended by such...disrespect.

"[b] These are questions that are unnecessary for [i]me[/i] to answer, I shall amend. My task is simple, Overseer of the Alpha Strain of the Survivor of the Apocalypse Mimic of Hivequeen Enderall, daughter of the Hivematriarch Chuunitrixx,[/b]" Socrates says, "[b]As such, your current line of questioning and frustration at my lack of address is meaningless emotion. I was asked, no tasked, to achieve a suggested goal. In spite of your lack of knowledge or your ire of a perceived sense of disrespect, I refuse to put energy into caring about either, beyond the bounds of mentioning it in this conversation,[/b]" he looked at Rodias with unflinching posture and hollow eyes, "[b]I was not born to respect you, my Lord. Yours is a hollow title, ringing a cracked bell above a broken people that you haven't the faith to lead nor the intelligence to guide. So, might we drop the frown, and speak plainly? Can you assist My Queen, or not?[/b]"

There was a tangible tension in the air as Rodias endured the hail of slights against himself, eyes simply staring at what may have either been the bravest, or stupidest mimic that he’d ever encountered. But it was partially a wake up call...Rodias really didn’t have faith. At least, not in the capacity of a mimic like this to prove to be anything save for a long standing annoyance. Rising from his throne, Rodias would give an amused smile, before he said: [color=f7976a][b]”And you’re not only lacking in manners, but in the good sense to know well enough to cease poking a lion while it sleeps. So, no. I cannot help you. But I can help you, at the same time. Since you apparently lack any faith whatsoever in me, and lack the intelligence to see that goading me isn’t the way to get what you want, tell me…”[/b][/color] Rodias moved with inhuman efficiency, standing behind Socrates faster than the mimic could perceive, a hand upon his shoulder as he whispered: [color=f7976a][b]”Why should I care?”[/b][/color]

Socrates did not flinch, nor concern himself. "[b]You questions waste time. Kill me. I am one of Legion; my consciousness will survive in another Alpha. I will be reborn. Kill him. Again. Again. Again. Again. As long as you please. It matters not. In due time, insanity will trip you, and you will fall...[/b]" he shrugged. "[b]Care. Don't. That, too, matters not. My Queen merely [i]asked[/i] for your assistance. Her others search, as well. Mimics hunt, as birds, as bugs, as mice... listening. Always listening."[/b]

Socrates didn't move. He didn't need to. A Mimic was not born to fear, but to do. "[b]In any case, if you are done, either kill me or leave me to my work, my Lord,[/b]" Socrates says. "[b]Either or, the Chateau Shell Project is slowing down without the proper attention.[/b]"

Rodias sigheed, before backing off. [color=f7976a][b]”First you hurl insults at me, and then tell me that I’m wasting your time...Frankly, I don’t know what Chuunitrixx sees in something like you. But, go, if you so please. I’ve grown tired of entertaining your impudence,”[/b][/color] he would say, before returning to his throne, leaving an apple in Socrates’ hand...plated in gold. [color=f7976a][b]”Its not magical. But it does serve well enough as a symbol,”[/b][/color] the Sable Lord would say before adding: [color=f7976a][b]”Oh and the next time you come back, make sure that you have a real insult prepared. I’ve heard far worse from far less intelligent people.”[/b][/color]

Sipping on a cup of coffee Rodias smiled, waiting for his impudent guest to take his leave.

Socrates looked at the apple, gilded in gold, and set it on the floor. "[b]I've little time for useless bobbles,[/b]" he says, bowing a little, "[b]Still, a valiant effort, my Lord. I shall report your success, and failure, as dutifuly as I was tasked. Please, enjoy your day.[/b]" Looking up, Socrates smiled pleasantly, and melded into the floor; shifting and cracking into a Sentry. It crumpled after a moment, lifeless and drained of both MP and HP.

Standing on the rooftop, Socrates looked out, "[b]Ah, youth... Such boldness and inexperience, all mixed into an adorable singularity. He could amount to great things... [i]could...[/i][/b]" Socrates's expression hardened, "[b]Until things, he needs to be treated like what he is: a child, unprepared for this world, coddled by everyone... ridiculed only the phantom of his friend. Until he is strong, we'll push him, where the rest would placate him. Just like he did for Lady Traptrixx...[/b]"

"[b][i]Only we won't fail him, as he failed her.[/i][/b]"
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Humming, Chuunitrixx was brushing her hair; dirty-blonde locks replaced by a sea of violet, and pulled neatly into a ponytail. Behind her, the quartet of eggs were lying on the bed -- well within her sight via the mirror. Stacked in a pile, she saw the pilfered books that Kath's, largely ignored, scream of, frankly fathomable, rage was rattling her room over. She didn't care, honestly.

Mimic. Doppelganger. Greater Doppelganger. Automaton. Hivequeen. Chuunitrixx possessed an immunity to fear, disease, poison, and mind control. Traptrixx had desired to leave Rodias with an unshakable Guardian Angel, and did just that; it was her own existence that flawed her creation, and Chuunitrixx was, slowly, gaining control of that, as well.

She was evolving, learning, and refining...

Standing, as she drew on her smoke, Chuunitrixx took a seat on the bed, and summoned one of the books; possessed by a Proxy. "[color=forestgreen]It's storytime, little ones,[/color]" she says, "[color=forestgreen]I read that playing classical music for infants in the womb is productive to their intelligence. I don't have such a facility installed, since I'm an insectoid-style Mimic, so, I guess, It'll make your eggs work the same, eh?[/color]" Chuunitrixx cracked the book open, and donned a pair of reading glasses, "[color=forestgreen][i]'Guild Leadership 101: Guiding Sable Stars'[/i] by Droledge, Founder of Bandersnatch; [i]'Chapter 1: So, You Wanna Run A Guild? ...[/i][/color]

As soon as the seething God's Flood on Noah that was Kath thunderstormed in, she would come across Chuunitrixx, as Eris, reading from their Guild Leader's rulebook to the eggs with a content expression.

Kath, still keeping up her facade of calmness, would enter the room Chuunitrixx was using to read to her eggs with a false smile. The sight confused her quite significantly, what with this mysterious woman she’d never seen before reading to eggs that she had never seen before either, though the sight of her books would keep her on her mission.

“Excuse me,” Kath said, sounding polite despite her rage. “I would like to inquire where it was that you acquired that book and the others you seem to have here. The reason being, while I’m willing to allow others in the Chateau borrow whichever texts they are interested in, at no point was I ever approached and asked if you could. After all, it is a library. One does not go and take whatever book they like from a librarian without letting them know who they are and where the books are supposed to be.” As she spoke, the dragonoid gripped the backrest of a chair, her nails digging into its wood.

The chair clicked and whirred, before opening and pointing a shotgun muzzle at Kath's midsection. "[color=forestgreen]You really shouldn't just go around like that,[/color]" Chuunitrixx says, holding up a finger as if readied on a trigger, "[color=forestgreen]You don't know what you could hurt accidentally, and what can hurt you in kind...[/color]" Struggling, the Sentry was singing a sorrow, jittery tune; it was clearly in pain, and wanted to shoot Kath to return that pain. "[color=forestgreen]Please, be kind.[/color]" Chuunitrixx says.

In her anger, Kath had forgotten that here in Chuunitrixx’s realm everything was alive, and that included the furniture as well. Certainly a strange place, though with her own moving bookshelves, she knew she shouldn’t judge. Releasing the chair from her grip, the dragonoid looked at it before bowing her head in apology. “Forgive me, I wasn’t thinking,” she said, before placing her hand back on the chair as if to pet it.

“However, you still haven’t answered my question, miss. Taking something without permission is also rather unkind, don’t you believe?”

"[color=forestgreen]Borrowing something is a grey morality crime, is it not,[/color]" Chuunitrixx's asks, her face melting as she looked to Kath, reforming into her original -- that is to say, Lady Traptrixx's. "[color=forestgreen]Or, would you like to levy a pointless threat at my immortal existence, too?[/color]" Chuunitrixx blew a cloud of mottled green smoke at Kath, expressing her displeasure over the actions of Flan and Mamoru. "[color=forestgreen]I assure you, borrowing a few dozen books is the least of the atrocities you would incite upon yourself,"[/color]" she says.

With a snort, the smoke Chuunitrixx had blown out into Kath’s face would dissipate, revealing Eris’ true appearance. It was quite an unladylike action to take, but when she was so close to transforming, she tended to often forget her manners. “I would not call what you did borrowing, but stealing. However, I’m willing to overlook this if you would file a report, including all of the books you have taken, where in or outside the Chateau you plan to keep them until you return them to me, how long you plan to keep them, and I signature promising to compensate for any damages that they might incur while under your protection.”

"[color=forestgreen]And, if I don't intend to entertain you and your busywork,[/color]" Chuunitrixx asks, as the books suddenly grew thin cases with tripodal legs, and shifted in their neat stacks -- exposing their nature as Mimics Bookcases. "[color=forestgreen]I'd be mindful of your tone, however. Proxies explode when agitated,[/color]" she says, "[color=forestgreen]And, when [b]I'm[/b] agitated...[/color]"

Clearly, Chuunitrixx was really annoyed about... well, something.

Kath seemed shocked at Chuunitrixx’s insinuation. Not the explosion, but the very idea that she might keep that which does not belong to her. “They belong to me. I’ve gone through the effort of writing them, cataloging them, and protecting them within my library. How would you feel if I were to take one of those eggs and bring it back to my Athenaeum of Historia? Never to be seen again as I lock it away within the Forbidden Section?”

Chuunitrixx paused for a moment, “[color=forestgreen]Such a curiosity...[/color]” Her eyes were looking into the “thoughtful” distance. “[color=forestgreen]I could not think of a safer place for them to survive the week, honestly. In fact, are you offering? I would not mind offering you the temporary honorary title of King, Kathtrixx,[/color]” Chuunitrixx smirked, “[color=forestgreen]My, my, that does feel nice rolling off the tongue, too. Kathtrixx I, King of Chapter XI, Apocalypse Now. Well, not so much anymore; what, with my remodeling.[/color]” 

Chuunitrixx was very confusing to Kath. Here she had just threatened to steal something of hers in return and somehow that qualified her for a high position within the Doppelganger’s Chapter. However, this seemed to her like a good opportunity for both women to receive what they wanted. “Perhaps. Fill out the form as I had requested and I shall consider keeping the eggs within my Forbidden Section until they hatch. However, you should be made aware that no one is allowed inside besides myself. If they ever need anything while they are in there, you would need to tell me to do it for you,” she replied, eager to have her books returned.

“[color=forestgreen]That simply would not do. They need a specific environment setup to sate their growing needs,[/color]” Chuunitrixx says. “[color=forestgreen]Warmth, of course. Comfort, as a second. They cannot be exposed to harsh elements like your flooring or shelves, but a nest of either silk or cotton; preferably silk. Body heat is the best temperature, and they need to be warm for several hours. What else...[/color]” she hummed, clearly very serious about this, “[color=forestgreen] Oh, what am I saying? You’re a Dragonoid. You know all about egg-laying and egg-rearing, of course. You know they need vocal stimulation from their parent figures. Especially, the one that laid them.[/color]”

“I… I may be a dragonoid, but I’ve never laid any myself. I don’t have any experience in taking care of young. This is much different from taking care of inanimate books,” Kath stammered. “I am not sure I am best suited for this job.”

“[color=forestgreen]Ooooh...~???[/color]” Chuunitrixx smirked broadly; her jaw unfolding back into a Glasgow Smile of knife-like teeth. “[color=forestgreen]Something that the Know-it-all... doesn’t? How curious...[/color]” Chuunitrixx stood up, and motioned to the quartet of eggs, “[color=forestgreen]Try it. Lay with them.[/color]”

“Wha- Whaaaat?!” Kath asked. “But I- But you’re- But we- I- I- I- You don’t mean like [i]that[/i] do you?” she finally stuttered out.

Chuunitrixx snickered, “[color=forestgreen]C’mere.[/color]” The Hivequeen took the Dragon’s hands, and pulled her to the bed; laying her down with the nested eggs. “[color=forestgreen]Arms like this...[/color]” she positioned Kath’s arms around the eggs, in a small hug. “[color=forestgreen]Legs like this...[/color]” she positioned Kath’s legs to come towards her chest, and pull the eggs close to her belly, “[color=forestgreen]And, then I go like this...[/color]” Chuunitrixx mirrored the positions. “[color=forestgreen]This is Athena, the Lady of Bows. This is Ares, the Lord of Blades. This is Circe, the Mistress of Spells. This is Dionysus, the Master of Potions,[/color]” she says, pointing to them in turn, “[color=forestgreen]They are brand-new additions to this world, to the greatness of the Chateau, and Lord Rodias. Isn’t their future worth missing a few books? Isn’t this feeling worth a temporary loss? Touch them, and feel it for yourself...[/color]”

Chuunitrixx seemed significantly calmer, as she spoke -- not the on-edge guard dog that had greeted them in the Climax Hour, but... something else happier with a conviction yet spoken but being met.

Kath had to amit, this was quite nice. Maybe one day she wouldn’t mind having eggs of her own to protect and smother. However, she had something else to protect at the moment. “As… nice as this is… I think the best way to explain is that I see each and every one of my books as my children. Just like you, I wish to keep them safe and protected and I would also like for them to eventually return to my ‘nest’ at some point. I… would not mind helping you with raising these eggs, but I would also like to have my own metaphorical eggs returned to me eventually,” Kath explained, still hugging the Doppelganger’s yet unborn child against her body.

Chuunitrixx frowned, but made nothing of it -- shockingly. Confrontation was her existence. She existed to confront, and resolve, problems. And, yet, she allowed Kath the floor to argue, and didn’t bite back. Perhaps, Kath’s own resolve was enough to convince her, or... perhaps, Chuunitrixx had lost her purpose of intervention, of confrontation, once she chose her current route.

Perhaps, like reality, children served to mellow and mature us in small ways.

“[color=forestgreen]I see,[/color]” Chuunitrixx says, as the Proxies shook in their stacked, and suddenly jolted forwards -- each stack replicated -- before scattering out of the room. “[color=forestgreen]I’ve duplicated the books. If that is your business here, then, please, leave,[/color]” she requests, “[color=forestgreen]I’ll arrange for your books to be returned -- in full -- within the hour. If that is all, then goodbye.[/color]”

However, just because we can be changed... does not mean: [i]everything can be changed about us[/i]. Those prone to anger quickly can simply be made to anger quietly, so their children are unaffected by who they still are.

“Thank you. I… shall plan to return at my earliest convenience to check up on you, Athena, Ares, Circe, and Dionysus when I can,” Kath replied, beginning to take her leave. At the doorway, she stopped, turned around, and faced Chuunitrixx one last time. “You’re right. Kathtrixx I has quite the ring to it. Perhaps that can be discussed more as well,” she said, before finally returning to the Athenaeum of Historia.

Chuunitrixx mumbled in annoyance, but... something in her stirred, and her ponytail stood halfway on end, like a dog’s tail when they were happy or... something else more lewd. Either way, Chuunitrixx’s heart, which normally didn’t waste energy moving, beat a little.

“[b][color=red]What the hell...[/color] [color=forestgreen]is this feeling...?[/color][/b]”
[hr]Collaboration with [@Guess Who][/hider][hr][hider=Mimicking Dating Profiles]
After finishing up with Kath, and setting her eggs to bed, Chuunitrixx sat herself before a female Alpha Survivor, and the rather plain woman fidgeted; adjusting her toga in a manner that bespoke of an uncomfortableness. "[color=forestgreen]Relax. You aren't in trouble. I need your transformations to test something,[/color]" Chuunitrixx says, "[color=forestgreen]Transform into Ashara.[/color]" For a moment, the Mimic was confused by the request, but complied as her skin paled; her skin opened in sections, unfolding and folding, replicating matter and form, and closing shut in the new suit. "[b]Ara ara~! Konbanwa, Hime-sama![/b]" she says, mimicking Ashara's voice and mannerisms, but as Chuunitrixx saw them and her, in general. "[b]Watashi wa totemo attakaidesu...[/b]" Mimic-Ashara fussed, as she started to strip off her complex attire.

"[color=forestgreen]Stop. I don't feel or understand anything going on here. Ahsara is too confusing for me. Change into something simple, like Graft,[/color]" Chuunitrixx says, unimpressed. "[b]Hai.[/b]" Mimic-Ashara says, before folding and unfolding; Graft was a lot more complex that Ashara, as far as bodies went, but Alphas were Alphas for a reason, and, after a moment, a full female recreation of Graft stood before Chuunitrixx. "[b]My Lady, have I got a deal for you. If you'll simply avert your attention to this chart I've handily set up, you'll see, my genetic potential is quite invaluable and steep,[/b]" Mimic-Graft simultaneously boasted and pitched, "[b]In fact, if you compare me to the others, you'll find there is no comparison to be found! Yes, I'm an all-in-one, exclusive package with bonuses, such as, and NOT limited to, multiple breast and buttock sizes, adjustable height, and, just for you, my Lady, a prototype Submission Slider for your inner Dominant.[/b]"

Chuunitrixx stared blankly, as Mimic-Graft pitched her sex like a business product. "[color=forestgreen]Salem,[/color]" she commanded, to which the Mimic obeyed, and became a demented-looking lolicon in a leotard and a tophat with a pair of big knives that were dangerously close to opening her lungs, as the Mimic-Salem knocks Chuunitrixx onto the floor. "[b]I need Magic, Mommy! Won't you feed me...!?[/b]" Chuunitrixx kicked, bucking Mimic-Salem off, and slammed her back into the wall. "[color=forestgreen][i]Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope![/i] Anyone else! Anyone else, but Loli the Ripper![/color]" she shouted, not having that. Suddenly, a pair of warm, yet frozen hands ghosted around her neck, "[b]Anyone, my Morsel? Such bravery...[/b]"

Turning her head, Chuunitrixx took in the Mimic-Kaldorna, in the prime of her youth, and fangs bared to... nibble. Vampires thought it was so cute, as it got the blood pumping. "[color=forestgreen]Gah! No![/color]" Chuunitrixx did not find it cute. She liked her blood not pumping. She loved it still. "[b]Perhaps, you need brute force on your side,[/b]" offered Mimic-Gromgard, in her sleek armor, "[b]Perhaps, a faithful companion, instead,[/b]" offered Mimic-Aurora, with her clerical soothingness, "[b]Or, perhaps, someone to take a nap with?[/b]" offered up Mimic-Mamoru with a comfy yawn. "[color=forestgreen]Never! I am all the force I need, and my faith is in me, and I don't like naps![/color]" Chuunitrixx says, rapid fire. "[b]Perhaps, you just need a little more than a regular King...[/b]"

Chuunitrixx turned, and her ponytail started to rise, as she saw Sexy Librarian Mimic-Kath; half-undressed, but making no advances. Kath was a listener; one to document and journal passively, and let Life make the first move. "[b]You'll have few viable options here. To find that suitable one, you have to settle...[/b]" Mimic-Kath says, smiling, "[b]...or... allow fate to take its course...[/b]"

The Alpha Survivor suddenly transformed into a [url=https://i.imgur.com/MzCv9Ps.jpg]woman[/url] with a profoundly sad expression. Chuunitrixx gasped, and... her ponytail stood straight up behind her. "[color=forestgreen]Oh, wow...[/color]" she breathed, before realizing that her composure was completely slack, and she struggled with her confusingly erect ponytail. "[color=forestgreen]Who is she,[/color]" Chuunitrixx asks.

"[b]Remona Lizano.[/b]" answered the Mimic.

"[color=forestgreen]Find Socrates. Beta has a new goal. I want to know everything about this human,[/color]" Chuunitrixx says.
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