Rodias' boots clicked against the stone floor of the chamber he was in, approaching a gargantuan black door that, upon his approach began to whisper.
"What name had the God of Hubris?" it questioned in twinned voices, both male and female speaking in unison from within the genderless blockage.
Rodias wouldn't stop walking forward, nearly slamming his face into the door before the Sable Lord whispered quietly, replying back with:
"Icarus," the answer to which caused the door to swing inward upon itself, granting the vampire passage into the Wishing Well proper.
He had seen the corpse of a butler to the side of the door...the usual consequence of failing to answer the door's question. Well, that explained why she never came.
"Charme," Rodias would call aloud.
As Rodias walked through the open door, that soundlessly closed behind him, he could feel a slight sensation. As if he had walked through a thin layer of water, thinner than a sheet of paper and barely perceivable, yet still possible to be noticed to those with keen senses. The hallway he walked through, leading into the Wishing Well proper, was largely unlit, with only the brick-laid walls and stone flooring offering any company to the lonesome Sable Lord as he made his approach.
Once he got close to his destination however, Rodias would finally be able to distinguish some sources of light. More specifically, hovering globes of yellow flame, inaudibly floating carelessly in the air, clinging close to the walls. They were no larger than a ripe orange, and their luminence was on par with a weak lgiht bulb, still, there were quite a few of them spread out throgh the interior. The well itself, on the other hand, had adopted the appearance of a very large study. A thick and wide desk, several bookcases, cabinets and drawers lined the walls, whereas there were only only three chairs. One, a large and comfortable-looking armchair, which was currenly occupied, and two regular, unremarkable cushioned wooden chairs. All three were set up around the desk, with the lone, occupied chair on one side and the two empty on the opposite end.
In the occupied seat, sat a woman. Long, lustrous hair that glitterd like silver in the faint light, fair unblemished skin, a pair of gem-like blue eyes that calmly focused on a small book held in a delicate, femenine hand infront of the woman. Dressed in an elegant, yet provocative dress, that showcased not only her shoulders but also an ample amount of her rather considerable rack, she sat with legs crossed and resting her head upon the hand of her free arm while reading the tiny booklet she held. At Rodias' call though, the book was lowered slowly and her head turned to gaze up towards the entrance of the room, just in time to see the Sable Lord enter.
"Well now." She said with a soft, velvety voice, a pleasant, practiced smile spreading across her face. "If it isn't Rodias. What brings you to these parts of the woods? I don't believe I've had to enertain a guest for..." She trailed off for a bit. "... A very, very long time."
She made no effort to get up and out of her seat, no motion to show respect or humility, and spoke no words of fealty or servile formality. Instead, she seemed rather calm and unassuming, greeting the dhampir Lord of the Chateau as she would greet an old friend or acquaintence.
Rodias would approach at his own pace, not particularly in a rush for the business at hand as he took a seat upon one of the wooden chairs, resting one of his legs atop his knee as he responded to her query with:
"Unfortunately, its to bring some measure of news. I would say that its bad, but...I doubt the idea of never seeing another Sable Lord except for me means much to you. There was a summons, but...it seems I forgot to give the butler the password to your door. I also come asking a favor. One suited to your talents."Once he had said that, Rodias would begin relaying the situation outside to Charme, noting specifically that this meant she may have to treat all her alchemical supplies as very finite given that the new world likely wouldn't contain even a single mushroom or blade of grass present in her alchemy.
Once Rodias finished his explanation, Charme gently placed the tiny book she had been holding down onto the desk infront of the two, closing its cover. She had raised an eyebrow, and her smile had gone away, but she didn't seem particularly disturbed or shocked to learn of the events and apparen dire situation that the Chateau now found itself in. Instead, she reached her now freed hand down to a drawer of the desk and retrieved her sleek, slender pipe, placing it upon the flat surface of the desk next to the little booklet.
"That would explain a few things, I suppose." She answered thoughtfully."I guess the more prudent thing to ask next would be what it was you wanted from me... But, tell me, how're the kids handlijng this ... Transition?" She asked, apparently implying that the other members of the Chateau were mere children in her eyes.. Or perhaps that she and Rodias were the mommy and daddy of the Castle? It was hard to tell given her currently calm, neutral expression.
Rodias would consider that for a moment, poising his hand under his chin as he recounted each Chateau member's efforts.
"By and large, they're managing it well. Chuunitrixx is expanding the Chateau's reach rapidly, Isolde has only been online for a few hours now but is managing well. Kath got to take a trip down to a nearby village with Mamoru, and seemed excited to learn and explore. Oz hasn't moved much, but seemed excited to experiment with new materials. Graft is eager to innovate, and Salem is...well, I haven't really managed to figure out how he's taking all of this. But, he seems to not be in a panic over it. Mamoru, Gromgard, Light, Ashara, Kaldorna, Bone Daddy, and Zouyu have all shown themselves to be loyal even in these tense times. And, Flan's cooking is as delicious as ever. Overall, they're handling it fantastically," Rodias would say as he straightened his back up, observing Charme.
"...If you need some time to process this information, I can come back later. I understand that its a lot to take in all at once."Rodias knew exactly the kind of person that PowderPlaguePuff was...personally, he'd never been a fan of him. Nor did he ever think he was really all that big of a deal amongst the Chateau's masters. But he understood well that any creation of his could be a potent ally to have, and, despite Charme's apparent lack of any particular interest or great deal of loyalty, having her alchemical prowess was essential in the long run.
"Hmm... You don't say~?" Charme replied, after hearing the Sablke Lord recount the doings and dealings of her peers. At some point during Rodias' speech, she had slipped the pipe into her mouth, filled it and lit it, though exactly when she did all this seemed to be a blur. Taking a drag from the smoking instrument, she let out a thin jet of white smoke, being careful to face away from Rodias so as to not blow smoke in his face - a small sign of courtesy and manners on her part. When the dhampir mentioned her needing time to accept the current situation though, a playful smile crept over her lips.
"That's sweet, but don't you fret, dear. Whether my rooster, or any of the other ladies and gents of our esteemed leaders, are gone and missing, that doesn't really make much difference to me, now does it?" She said, apparently bemused, and waving her hand in a casually dismissive fashion. Also, apparnetly she thought of PowderPlaguePuff as a farm-bird... "Now then, what can I do for you, dear? You did say you had some work for me, yes?" She inquired, letting out another thin jet of smoke away from Rdoias, her eyes locked with him and a friendly smile on her face.
Rodias was thankful that Charme seemed like a mentally strong person. Either that, or she just genuinely didn't care where she was, so long as she was alive and able to do her craft, or read her books. He also saw that she didn't seem particularly loyal to any of the Sable Lords, even her own creator, but at least had the common courtesy to blow her smoke away from him, as he'd expect she'd do for anybody that wasn't disrespecting her. Thinking of how to poise his question, Rodias would say:
"Tell me Charme; Your stock of potions...do you happen to have any potions that allows someone to change their appearance? In addition, I'd like a general inventory of all of your stock."The woman blinked once, then put her pipe down upon the desk's flat surface again. Using both hands, she pushed herself up and out of her chair, though as she did so, she also leaned forward slightly, meaning Rodias got a good look at her cleavage as she got up.
"One moment." She said, now standing. With flowing, graceful movments, almost as if she was floating, the homunculi walked over to one of the bookcases. At this time, Rodias would also notice just how snug her dress was, tightly hugging and clinging to her shapely, supple body and showing off her curves and features rather prominently. It also begged the question as to how this piece of fabric defied physiscs, as from what Rodias could tell, the lack of shoulder-straps should have meant that her rather prominent melons would have spilled uut long ago, not to mention the fact that she obviously wasn't wearing a brassier.
That tidbit aside, the silver-haired vixen retrieved a small ledger from the shelf she was at, before walking back to the Sable Lord, standing next to him while flipping through the pages, eyes scanning from left to right in a meticulous, rehearsed and well-practiced manner, quickly reading through the scribbles etched within the pages.
"I've got some Potions of Genderswap, six of them in total. I also have some flasks of Christmas Celebration, Easter Euphoria and a dozen Vanity Tinctures." She read aloud. "I think the Tinctures are what you're after, sweetie. They're the kind that let's you alter your appearance, though I'd strongly recommend against it - we don't know if there're any side-effects in this new world after all." She warned, looking up from her ledger and at Rodias, a placid but serious look to her face. She then returned to reading the book, listing all the current stock she had.
Though, apart from ordinary and general-purpose potions, such as MP and HP potions of various strength, some stat-boosting elixirs, rejuvination potions and a bunch of different bombs and venoms, it really didn't seem like Charme had all that much in store. This of course was the direct result of her creator's insistance on the other members of Bandersnatchers bringing their own supplies to trade with Charme if they wanted her services. This meant that people who did visit the alchemist did so only when they needed potions for themselvs, and due to this, there was almost no back-log or overflow of supplies for her to stock. Finishing the inventory, she closed the ledger and looked at Rodias.
"In case you're curious." She said, smiling wryly. "The Genderswap drinks don't change your appeaarane, just whether you've got a cave or a tree downstairs." She seemed very amused by this for some reason. "Also, the Christmas and Easter potions do change your appearance, though only for about an hour or so, and they turn you into either a fat, bearded man with a red suit, or a yellow man-sized rabbit with a basket, respectively." This too seemed to amuse her. Apparently, someone had stored holiday event items in her storerooms, for whatever reason..
Rodias was glad to hear that the Vanity Tinctures were intact, as those were the ones most specifically beneficial to his idea. Much as he figured a genderswapped version of himself would be good for a few laughs for some of the Chateau members, a green skinned seven foot tall vampire man was about as frightening to most as a green skinned seven foot tall vampire lady. ...Then again, knowing the people that he'd formed the guild with, someone would inevitably asked to be stepped on. Imagining that made Rodias physically shudder, eye twitching. The Christmas and Easter potions were fairly useless...but, perhaps it'd be good for a laugh at some point.
The supply of healing potions was limited, and he knew that beyond the inventories of the Chateau members themselves and the vault, their reserves were extremely limited. But, a dozen appearance change potions were a good start...even if there may be side effects.
"I don't mind if there are side effects. Its better that we're made aware of any potential dangers now rather than later...As such, I'd like to ask for one of those Vanity Tinctures."Rodias seemed resolved to do this, in spite of Charme's warning. Whatever plan he had, it seemed he couldn't look like himself to do it.
"It's your funeral." The alchemist said, still smiling wryly while shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. Apparently she had no qualms about her new Master taking risks that may or may not permanently cause him discomfort or issues in the future.
Snapping her fingers in the air, the woman simply stated the word 'Storeroom', aloud in a commanding and determined fashion. At once, Rodias became subject to just how the Wishing Well's power of change worked, as all around him, things took a turn for the surreal. The walls, furniture, floor and ceiling all turned to look like what one would see on a TV with no channel, static grain that just buzzed and flickered in nonsensical black, white and grey. In addition, the room felt as if it were turning, or perhaps spinning would be a more accurate description, making the dhampir lord feel like as if he was seated in one of those tea-cup atractions at an amusement park. Interestingly, the only thing that wasn't adjusting was the seat upon which Rodias still sat - it retained both its texture, form and feel when everything else was changing.
And then, just as soon as the bizarre metamorphing had begun, it stopped. But now, rather than a gloomy study with abundant space and thematic furniture, the pair found themselves in what looked to be a storage magazine. Rows upon rowas of neatly lined crates, chests, cabinets and drawers, with shelves that lined the walls all around them. Apart from Rodias' chair, that now sat square in the middle of the stone-tiled floor, next to some boxes, the only other remnants of the previous room were the hovering globes of light. Well, those and Charme, who looked as natural and unconcerned with the rapid space-shift as someone who had just opened a window.
Walking over the one of the shelves, one of the few that actually had glass flasks stacked on it, she reached her slender hand out and softly plucked a bottle from it. Inside was a strange, milky pink liquid that was more reminiscent of a fruity smoothie in texture, rather than any actual runny fluid. With the potion in hand, she returned to Rodias, extending the bottle to him.
"Here you go, love. One Vanity Tincture, I'd recommend drinking it while infront of a mirror, unless you want to leave things to random chance. Though I suppose I wouldn't mind seeing that..." She smirked a bit. "One more thing, Rodias." She added, holding a finger up as to emphasize her next words. "While this tincture does change your looks, it's not a permanent thing. Back in YGGDRASIL, these potions lasted about six to eight hours, depending on the quality." She explained. "So, if you plan on going somewhere far off, I'd urge you to drink it as late as possible, to get the most out of it."
Potion handed over, Charme took another drag from her pipe, placing her now free arm underneath her chest and on her abdomen, while letting out a puff of white smoke again - once more aimed away from Rodias.
"I don't suppose you mind telling me what you're planning to do with that, hm?" She asked, one eye closed and a curious smile on her lips.
Rodias would calmly wait out the room's metamorphosis, admittedly feeling his stomach lurch a bit as the room spun in its efforts to change into a store room. Upon being handed the pink potion, Rodias would uncork it, listening to Charme's instructions on the length of time it lasted, as well as her interest in seeing just what happened if it was done without a mirror. Chuckling, Rodias said:
"I'd be willing to indulge your curiosity. I need to test its limitations before I even think of using it as I intend, after all.Upon questioning what exactly he was intending, Rodias would answer with:
"I'm going to 'invent' a persona. There is a village with a local lord that would best serve us to be...indisposed. I'll pose as a young relative of his, and I'll seize his assets, and bring the village under our control and protection," Rodias said before downing the potion in two gulps, figuring that whatever agony it would cause, having an alchemist in front of him would probably be for the best. After all, she might be able to help with anything going wrong better than anybody else.
"Oh~?" Charme's eyebrows lifted and there was a hint of sinister glee in her eyes as Rodias told her of his plan. "In that case, I'll be ha-" She stopped herself however, as she watched the Sable Lord down the potion infront her. Her, until now, pleasant expression changed to that of an infuriated mother as a visible vein appeared on her forehead.
"
WHAT DID I JUST SAY, YOU OAF!?" She snarled furiously, pipe flying out of her mouth and, miraculously, onto one of the boxes next to Rodias. With a turn in her heel, she quickly moved to one of the cabinets and swung the doors open, rummaging around inside. Soon, she returned, holding a mirror that looked like it belonged in a bathroom, an oval-shaped thing with a simple wooden frame. It was big enough to let one see their own head and torso at the same time, at least if standing a bit away from it.
Holding it infront of her brainless Master, the homunculi let out an exasperated sigh. Meanwhile, Rodias would feel a strange sensation. It was like there were small, tiny bubbles rippling and sizzling under his skin, though it didn't feel itchy or unpleasant in any way, rather it felt a bit more like being tickled - from the inside. He also noted, as he looked at the mirror, that he was taking on a rather... Goopy... Appearance, to say the least. In fact, it sort of looked like he was melting a bit, a rather disturbing sight to be sure. Charme, however, remained - past outburst not withstanding - calm and focused.
"Picture it in your mind. Imagine what you want to look like, what color and length your hair is, the tone of your skin, tint of your eyes, the bushiness of your eyebrows. Your clothes, their color, their fabric, all of it. The more detailed, the better." She instructed.
Rodias would find that, as he imagined things within his mind's eye, the goopy, gooey, melting bits of his would began to swirl and move, taking on the forms, shapes and shades that he envisioned. Although, as time passed, he would find that the molding became slower and slower, more sluggish and difficult to precisely control. There was apparently a time-limit on how long one could spend making up their mind as what to look like.
Rodias was genuinely shocked at Charme's sudden outburst, blinking in confusion at the mirror as he saw his eyelid begin to practically melt. That...certainly wasn't good. He hadn't thought this would happen...though, once Charme started instructing him, Rodias' melting mass soon started to congeal into a new form, the likes of which was one that he knew better than his current one. The modest length of blonde hair on his head, the pale salmon colored flesh that replaced his former green, and the drop in height was all familiar to him as he resembled more and more his IRL appearance. The likes of which he hadn't seen in weeks. To Charme, all she knew was that it was a fairly average man she was looking at, the type that was a tad too pale to be a farm worker, and was generally less attractive than Rodias himself was. That wasn't to say he was unsightly...it was more that he himself was more...grounded in what a human looked like, rather than the perfection that came with being an MMO character. Admittedly, just due to personal biases and his self-image, he was a bit more handsome than he'd been in reality.
But only as much as it suited the general aesthetic possible to be created by the Tincture. After all, an MMO couldn't suddenly change art styles to accommodate. At least, that's what he told himself.
Admittedly, the clothes themselves didn't change at all. It was as if they themselves resisted the colors and patterns attempting to be forced onto them, leaving Rodias in an ill-fitting suit of his rogue's armor, sitting before Charme. Chuckling slightly, he would say:
"I'm surprised at how loudly you yelled at me. Thank you however for your assistance. Without you, I might be dead by now...or worse," Rodias said, standing and nearly tripping in his own shoes. flicking his knife around in his admittedly smaller hand, Rodias whistled.
"Skills are all still functional. It seems that my stats are as well," he said, somehow able to ignore the fact that he was just seconds ago melting into a puddle of Rodias goo.
Charme sat the mirror down on the box, the one next to the one that her pipe had landed on. Looking over Rodias' new look, she eyed him up and down, arms folded under her chest, as if examening a pedigree pet or prize livestock. After a bit of silence, and allowing her Lord to speak and thank her, Charme let out a slight soft sigh and looked at him with aamusement.
"Aren't you looking cute? I could just eat you up." She said, coyly. "As for thanking me, don't worry. You wouldn't have died, you would've just ended up looking like a melted clay-figurine for a third of the day." She explained, smiling still. Apparently, the alchemist was fully aware just what would happen if someone didn't specify what they wanted to look like, but had neglected to tell her customer about this, either as a joke or something else. Still, her unwillingness to let either his bravado, or her potion, go to waste, it seemed she had intervened on his behalf to genuinely help him accomplish his goal in the end.
Letting out a slight laugh through her nose, the homunculi propped the little mirror up against the box and the floor, allowing it to lean on its own weight. She then moved on over to Rodias' side, locking arms with him and pulling him towards herself - his arm pressing against the side of her chest. She then looked at the mirror, with the two of them visible in it, and smirked with a playfully flirtatious face.
"Don't we look the happy couple?" She said, voice sweet as honey, while looking to Rodias through the corner of her eyes.
Rodias' human brain was immediately instructed to feel aroused, but thankfully just because he looked human didn't mean that he'd become human. Otherwise, he might very well have fallen straight for Charme then and there. Most men would, given her assets and flirtatious nature. Rodias just gave a faint smile, letting out an airy chuckle as he simply said:
"Perish the thought. You deserve someone a lot better than me. Someone that can keep up with a woman like you. I know for a fact you'd get bored of me quickly," Rodias said, while the last little bit of his human libido screamed for him to "grab bobs and vajeen" while the going was good, Rodias instead let the going get gone.
In a surprisingly swift action, Rodias would hoist Charme off her feet and carry her in a bridal carry before gently putting her back onto a seat. Pulling back slowly, Rodias left with a slowly gliding hand stroking Charme's left cheek to her chin, before he said:
"Now, I need to do something to repay you. After all, a dozen of those tinctures would cost a fortune back in YGGDRASIL. So, tell me Charme, what is it you want? I'll indulge you as best I can."At Rodias comment of her deserving better, the alchemist giggled softly and squeezed his arm tighter, letting him feel the soft, plump sensation of her busom a bit more intensely for just a second.
"Well, I do prefer your usual look, good sir." She said with a wink.
When she was swept off her feet, she let out a surprised, but oh-so-fitting 'Oh my~!'. When sat down on the chair Rodias had been sitting on earlier though, the Sable Lord could see her puff her cheeks and pout, if only for a second, before listening attentively to his words. After he was done, and had stroked her chek which the woman giggled softly at, she placed a finger on her chin and tapped it for a few moments. Then, she looked at her Lord and spoke, smile as friendly and expression as before.
"In that case." She said. "I'd like some wheelbarrows of dirt and soil. Along with a few rotten logs and a couple cart-loads of stone." The woman requested, not seeming to be joking.
Rodias was surprised to see that slight hint of a pout upon Charme's face. Did...did she really enjoy that type of thing? That was surprising. What was more surprising was what she wanted as a reward, though he supposed that such things were no doubt useful to her alchemy, he supposed that maybe she would instead need plants or animal fats for such things.
"Might I ask what for? Such things are a trifle, honestly. I'd hardly consider that an ample enough reward for you," Rodias said, returning her friendly smile.
Charme smiled knowlingly, eyes narrowing as she tapped the side of her temple at Rodias' confusion.
"The simplest things are often the best rewards, honey." She said. "Tell me, what good would bringing me fancy baubles or luxuries accomplish? In the end, my stocks and supplies would run dry." She said, reaching over to one of the boxes nearby, withdrawing a black-capped mushroom with orange spots on it. "But... If I made an artificial cave in an empty space of the Well..." She looked at Rodias. "... At least I could keep some of my little friends around, until we can find native substitutes that is."
Rodias had a feeling that such a thing was the case. Rodias would curiously examine the mushroom.
"I see," he said before ever so gently laying a gloved finger upon the mushroom.
"Then, I will see that you have plenty of stone, soil, and rot with which to cultivate. Do you know what sort of materials could be used to create more of those tinctures?"Smiling happily at the positive response, Charme gave Rodias a slight laugh.
"Of course I do, sweetie. I am the resident Alchemist after all." Although she laughed, Rodias could tell that her eyes were not. Either she felt insulted that he would ask such a thing, or something else about the inquiry rubbed her the wrong way. Still, she was making an effort to sweep it under the rug, so bringing the topic up again was perhaps not the brightest of ideas. "It needs a Greater Doppelganger's heart, some Chameleon blood and~" She trailed off. "Some other things." Either these other items were hard to get, or she simply didn't feel like sharing any more. Another quirk of her creator rearing its head no doubt.
Rodias immediately recognized his mistake and, wishing to correct it, bowed his head hurriedly.
"My apologies. I meant to ask if you could inform me of the ingredients. But, seeing as it requires a Greater Doppelganger's heart, I imagine we'll have to find substitutes regardless, Rodias said. He understood well that an alchemist had their secrets to recipes, but he really did need to know the ingredients in order to help. But, Charme was incredibly capable, and prideful. As such, he figured it was best to let the matter lay with his apology, hoping to have her once again return to her usual self.
Looking towards the dusty elevator in the corner of her chamber that remained regardless of the form of it, Rodias would approach.
"Do you mind if I reconnect this elevator? I imagine it would be much easier to bring you the supplies you need, and more discreet, if I don't have to tell every skeleton butler your password."Charme's eyes didn't change much at Rodias' apology, but they eventually softened again, after a bit of time. When the Sable Lord made his remark about the elevator though, Charme seemed visibly troubled by the question. Not in the sense that it made her uncomfortable, but more as in that she was visibly having to weigh the pros against the cons and consider whetever it was actually something she would even consider.
Still, Charme was no fool, and the more people that knew the actual password to the Well, the higher the risk of unwanted visitors. Even if the elevator was reactivated in order to allow supplies to be delivered, and unwanted visitors popping in at times, the elevator could always be disabled again. But if her password was widely spread and known, there was no going back on that. As such, she let out an almost defeated sigh.
"I suppose we're in a situation where I can't really argue." She spoke, a bit more dryly then usual. "Still, I'd prefer if you told as few of the children about it as possible... Rowdy kids and flasks of glass don't make for a good mix." The alchemist said, putting her hands on her sides, before adding. "And be sure that Flesh-shaper and the Trigger-happy princess doesn't know. I don't need either of them sniffing around while I'm busy." She said, giving Rodias a wink, but not a smile.
It seemed, for the time being, the homunculi had spent all the hospitality she was willing to give, and the dhampir could almost feel the oppressive air of her desire for - either - solitude, or him to depart.
Rodias could feel her desire for him to leave, and would quickly oblige, re-activating the elevator. Turning his head back to her, Rodias smiled warmly, saying:
"Thank you, Charme," before riding the elevator all the way back up to the Climax Hour. he would have to sleep off the tincture's effects, lest someone spot him and immediately attack him for being an intruder. It was less troublesome to simply call it a night and enter his private chambers, locking the door behind him.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but rub his jawline, wondering if this was how he'd always looked...definitely not. Flopping onto his bed, Rodias would sleep the night away until the tincture wore itself out.
Charme would notice that something had been left behind for Charme, right under the chair that Rodias had sit upon. There sat a small bundle of materials plucked straight from Rodias' inventory, the likes of which would serve as a good addition to Charme's inventory.
Walking over, bending down slightly and picking the little trove of treasure up, Charme eyed each item, though she did so while pulling down and wearing the glasses that previously only sat idle atop her head. After scanning each little thing, carefully, the woman gathered it all and placed it down atop one of the crates. She then moved to retrieve her pipe, relighting it and taking a long drag.
"Clever boy..." She said to herself. Mulling over her conversation and the information she had just gained from the sole remaining Sable Lord, Charme had a curious look on her face. A smile that wasn't a good smile. "He awoke the pip-squeak doll, had that
insufferable man make new
things, and he's letting that two-faced woman run loose and expand her territory, hm?" A question directed at none but herself. A ring of white smoke left her lips as she breathed out. "Looks like I'm late to the game, and they've all got a leg up on me." Charme contemplated the situation before sitting down on the chair Rodias had placed his gift under. She crossed one leg over the other and tapped her elbow with her free hand.
"Keeping you safe when you let those miscreants do as they please... What a troublesome Lord I've become stuck with." Her not-good smile remained as she let out a jet of smoke once more.
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