Cerulean hasn't forgotten. She is asking precisely why there has to be a third one that might replace Isabella.
You sacrifice a wrench with wench blood coated over it, and the next moment a flash of light leaves the place to a Hydraulic Succubus. The scantily clad woman flap her wings and stretches gently, before yawning in a cute way and flapping over to your side. "Hey," she purrs. "It's been so long! We thought you forgot all about us little, cute and tender girls that just wait your call..." sultrily, she exhales near your ear.
You flick her on the nose with a newspaper. "Bad Succubus! Bad!"
"Hiss..." she grumbles back, before huffing and moving away from the SAD system.
You got yourself an Hydraulic Succubus!
You then turn to Cerulean and state plainly.
"No, she is not going to be my wife, but Lord Gamington's sidekick," Cerulean frowns for a moment, before nodding. "Does she get to be his wife then?"
"I don't know."
"Does that make her my mommy then?"
"No."
"Oh, good," Cerulean nods. "Hey, dad? What's that thing that's flying around?"
She points to the Liondor, who apparently catches her pointing at him and dives down from the air with a mighty 'roar'.
A tiny one, of course.
He slams straight against Cerulean's chest, who goes 'spaf'.
Cerulean giggles. "He's cute! Can I keep him!?"
You warily nod, eying the Liondor now in your daughter's arms.
Cerulean then gazes at you hard. "You're not going to use him for some experiment, right?"
You shake you head.
"Pinkie promise?"
"Evil Overlord promise," you reply with a knowing nod.
Then you walk in Chemista's lab, where your favorite mutagen-user is just then strapping a wolf to the table. She grabs a, by now, extremely familiar syringe and plunges it deeply into the creature's neck.
The Wolf suddenly becomes stockier.
Tusks appear near the sides of his mouth.
His eyes grow and his entire frame shudders as he shortens in length.
He opens his ferocious mouth, now filled with sharp teeth and then grunts, before wagging a long 'puffy' tail behind it.
You created...
Woar!"War?"
"Woar," Chemista replies.
"WAR?"
"WOar"
"War! That's what I said."
"No! W-O-A-R!"
"doubleuoarrh?"
"...Here," she scribbles down.
"Ah, Woar! Why didn't you say so sooner, Chemista!"
You then politely try to get Psysquid's attention, to talk about his 'attraction' with Chemista...but he blinks.
"What?"
"I mean, I saw the magazines, and..."
"Oh, uhm...I don't know what you're talking about, your evilness! Me? Attracted to that horrible, tongue-lasher and scathing word user? Me? I am the great Psysquid! My mind's powers are second to none! Really, why would I...enjoy being insulted by her in particular? Ah! Yours was maybe an insult towards me? Have I pleased you, your evilness!?"
You take a step back. "Y-Yes, but get back to your duties now!"
"Ah! Be harsher with me, your evilness!"
You leave shaking your head. You couldn't get 'sane' advisors. Nobody likes 'sane' after all.
The Town Chosen is Super-city!Choose your missionsPsysquid cannot 'help' you with his prescience, but Chemista politely coughs and takes out the parchments.
"Very well then, let's see what we have..."
1) So you want to abuse the system's trust, uh? Mixed. "The Hero system is apparently getting overrun with too many requests through the Hero Callers," Chemista states plainly. "Since it can't satisfy everyone, it has begun arresting those who call them by mistake. Many times it's just kids playing around or accidents...but sometimes it's people who tried to ambush the heroes and fail. We'd be entering into their country jail..."
2) Marine. Can you feel the waves tonight, dude? I can feel the waveesss and they're smooothhhh. Destruction. "A rich folks ship is going to pass near our lair soon enough. While it does, we could manage to acquire some interesting stuff from it..." Chemista comments. "Provided we know who to send."
Send Gamington For Ultimate Dance-Dance Version Twenty! Send Psysquid for Fried Sushi! Send Chemista for Ice Sculptures! she snorts then, "I think I'd probably find some keen...financial benefactors. Gamington would probably be the soul of the party and Psysquid..." she rolls her eyes, "I think he'd probably end up doing something stupid to try and look badass. Who is he trying to impress? His side-kick?"
3) The world needs a world-class News Television. Control. "uhm, we could acquire the rights of a small broadcast television. With just a few repairs it might even transmit worldwide...of course, we'd have to...vacate the past crew. I think space would be a nice solution. We tie them to a giant slingshot and throw them in space together with the space station." She nods then to herself. "If that doesn't work, we can always just steal the entire broadcast tower and plop it down nearby. I'm sure that their lower floors on the seabed wouldn't be bad...only interns sleep in the lower floors of broadcasting towers after all."
No questions for Knighthowl in upkeep moment then? *shrugs* all right!
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