Hah! That's true. =p But she's not the sort to let herself be manipulated - she has to try super hard not to come off as weak.
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Lol, I am just kidding. This bribery is acceptable. =p Don't expect Alice not to notice if you try to use this on her regularly, though!
Mister Charon is already exploiting my weaknesses. X.X
Alice held her hand in front of her mouth in a token attempt to stifle a yawn as another older looking man approached her. She leaned on the table, chin resting on one palm, showing no emotion save through the reflexive twitching of one eyebrow at her latest supplicant's irreverent tone. According to the visitor, he was some famous doctor. Whatever. It didn't really matter whether he was telling the truth or not; he wasn't asking for very much compared to some of her recent visitors.
The Oracle's apathy melted away when the newcomer revealed a bag.
Cookies, just like Mama used to make! How long had it been since she'd had any of those? A couple of months, at the least! Of course, these cookies were the generic, store bought kind, a far cry from the heavenly ones she had loved so much. But, still, they were cookies!
Alice coughed, realizing that she was now sitting up straight, her eyes a bit wide. A few of her guards shot her nervous, sidelong glances, as if shocked by her behavior. Whatever! They wouldn't understand - all of the cookies were for her, after all!
"You, take that and run the tests on it," said Alice to one of her servants. Then, she turned her gaze to the man who called himself Charon. "As long as those are free from impurities, I suppose I can grant your request," said Alice, careful to keep the excitement out of her voice. "You will not be permitted to take the books out of our libraries, of course, and I warn you, you will be watched, so be a good boy. Now, if you have no further inquiries, you are dismissed." She shot a furtive glance toward the servant carrying her treats. He had better hurry up - if he didn't, her mouth was bound to start watering, and that would look very unOraclelike.
The Oracle's apathy melted away when the newcomer revealed a bag.
Cookies, just like Mama used to make! How long had it been since she'd had any of those? A couple of months, at the least! Of course, these cookies were the generic, store bought kind, a far cry from the heavenly ones she had loved so much. But, still, they were cookies!
Alice coughed, realizing that she was now sitting up straight, her eyes a bit wide. A few of her guards shot her nervous, sidelong glances, as if shocked by her behavior. Whatever! They wouldn't understand - all of the cookies were for her, after all!
"You, take that and run the tests on it," said Alice to one of her servants. Then, she turned her gaze to the man who called himself Charon. "As long as those are free from impurities, I suppose I can grant your request," said Alice, careful to keep the excitement out of her voice. "You will not be permitted to take the books out of our libraries, of course, and I warn you, you will be watched, so be a good boy. Now, if you have no further inquiries, you are dismissed." She shot a furtive glance toward the servant carrying her treats. He had better hurry up - if he didn't, her mouth was bound to start watering, and that would look very unOraclelike.
Though the red-faced scientist averted his eyes, as he was bound to, the hatred within was so vibrant that it was almost tangible. Alice smiled, the expression genuine for the first time in weeks. The stuttering fool before her was exactly the type of man who valued his pride above all else, and who could not accept being the subordinate of a child. But, here, with guards all around him, he had little choice; he would submit to her authority or his own corpse would be the one used to fulfill his request.
"You must see the wisdom of my work, Oracle," said the fool, barely able to contain his rage. Alice steeped her hands in front of her, her eyes flickering back and forth with the emeralds and sapphires dangling from her bracelets. "If we are to have any hope to overcome this virus, we must run experiments, and to experiment, I need bodies."
"Let's be honest with each other, Mr. Leary," said Alice, directing her gaze to meet the scientist's. "You aren't really so worried about the well being of your brethren. How old are you now? Twenty-one?" The girl's smile broadened as she absently twirled a strand of her dark hair around her finger. "You're running out of time. Soon, you very well may be the perfect live test subject!"
Dainty giggling reverberated against the walls of the old courthouse as the girl covered her mouth with one hand.
The scientist flushed, his face going redder than a beat, so red it was almost comical. "I - I'm not the only one, my lady. Is it not the purpose of Omnibus Scientia to overcome this plague?"
"Of course it is, silly," said Alice. Mr. Leary must think her an idiot to suppose such a shallow argument would sway her! "But we also have the sacred duty to preserve those who of our own who have passed. Did you forget that? So, no, of course I will not let you pillage our tombs. But there are other options, dummy!"
The scientist's fists balled, but when he spoke, it was fear that was clearest in his voice.
"Oracle...?"
"If there is one thing of which we have an abundance, it is the dead, of course," said Alice. "I do see the value in your work, of course, so how about this? I'll assign a few of my servants to go dig up the bodies of some of the unenlightened who died recently. They should work as well as anyone else, shouldn't they?"
The supplicant averted his gaze. "I... I suppose so, Oracle."
"Excellent! Now go away."
Before he could utter another word, two of Alice's elite guards grabbed the scientist by his arms and dragged him out of the room. What a pathetic creature.
"Next!" Alice called impatiently. Listening to pleas was so dull.
"You must see the wisdom of my work, Oracle," said the fool, barely able to contain his rage. Alice steeped her hands in front of her, her eyes flickering back and forth with the emeralds and sapphires dangling from her bracelets. "If we are to have any hope to overcome this virus, we must run experiments, and to experiment, I need bodies."
"Let's be honest with each other, Mr. Leary," said Alice, directing her gaze to meet the scientist's. "You aren't really so worried about the well being of your brethren. How old are you now? Twenty-one?" The girl's smile broadened as she absently twirled a strand of her dark hair around her finger. "You're running out of time. Soon, you very well may be the perfect live test subject!"
Dainty giggling reverberated against the walls of the old courthouse as the girl covered her mouth with one hand.
The scientist flushed, his face going redder than a beat, so red it was almost comical. "I - I'm not the only one, my lady. Is it not the purpose of Omnibus Scientia to overcome this plague?"
"Of course it is, silly," said Alice. Mr. Leary must think her an idiot to suppose such a shallow argument would sway her! "But we also have the sacred duty to preserve those who of our own who have passed. Did you forget that? So, no, of course I will not let you pillage our tombs. But there are other options, dummy!"
The scientist's fists balled, but when he spoke, it was fear that was clearest in his voice.
"Oracle...?"
"If there is one thing of which we have an abundance, it is the dead, of course," said Alice. "I do see the value in your work, of course, so how about this? I'll assign a few of my servants to go dig up the bodies of some of the unenlightened who died recently. They should work as well as anyone else, shouldn't they?"
The supplicant averted his gaze. "I... I suppose so, Oracle."
"Excellent! Now go away."
Before he could utter another word, two of Alice's elite guards grabbed the scientist by his arms and dragged him out of the room. What a pathetic creature.
"Next!" Alice called impatiently. Listening to pleas was so dull.
How did the deceased die? Maybe I can connect this to my lovely little cult. =p
Bahaha, I love being annoying! xD
But, yes, I suppose that psychotic cultists are out of the running, especially ten year old ones! =p
But, yes, I suppose that psychotic cultists are out of the running, especially ten year old ones! =p
You never before suggested you were counting the number of characters of each gender because we might pair them - you just said you were counting them. =p
But that's the first you mentioned of dating! xD
Note: I don't count the 10 year old
So cruel!!!
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