Weather the Storm
You choose High-Tech Sonic Emitting Equipment
Lord Gamington returns carrying a bunch of audio devices which, he swears, will become a most powerful instrument of doom...if mounted on a Zeppelin or a submarine.
You turn on the television.
"INCREDIBLE NEWS!" a bubbly and cheerful pink-dressed girl yells out loud, holding on to a strange tea-cup like hat and wearing a long silk mantle on her back that frills around like some sort of pair of butterfly wings. "This here is Butterflix, your usual news Fix! The hit sensation Nausicaa's concert has been interrupted by the forces of Evil! The star refuses to explain what went on, but many among the spectators were shocked and appalled by such an interruption! The evildoers managed to escape with an important and highly costly sonic equipment! What dirty and wretched plans will the horrible Overlord plan next!?"
Gamington fidgets. "She surrendered," he says. "I couldn't kill her then, your evilness."
You wave a hand in a 'It's really not a problem' gesture.
"But we got you a present!"
A Nausicaa Fan enters under strict surveillance by a pair of Cogs, following behind the Luxurious Succubus who appears to enjoy moving her backside quite a bit.
The gown does a certain nice job in enticing the movement...
"Your evilness," the Succubus says. "I brought you a gift!"
You now have One Human (Fan).
The television does not speak at all of 'Mauve' or of the second action done by your troops.
A few seconds later however, the screen flickers.
Cheerful Cheerie appears on a bright cheering stage.
"Hey," she is sitting on a metal stool, which seems to barely hold on the weight of her mechanical half. "I feel so lonely, you know? I mean...you could call me, maybe? If I give you my number, will you call me?"
You slowly start to massage your temples. You do feel a headache incoming.
Does she realize everything she says is broadcasted on television for everyone to see, not only you?
Maybe not.
"And...well, since you won't call me, maybe...I don't know what I should do to get your attention," she hums, "But maybe you can tell me! So...say, why don't you tell me something? Like...where you are? So I can come over and chat! We can take tea, and have biscuits, and use your entrails to decorate the wall nearby...and if by some chance it's not enough to frigging kill you, you damn imposter of a fake stupid over-stupid, then maybe..." there's another flicker, before finally the transmission is cut short by the regular broadcast.
"And we're back on track thanks to the newly installed Advanced Broadcasters," the newscaster says holding a smile. "Do not worry citizens, this 'Cheerful Cheerie' problem will soon be solved by the intervention of the Heroic Heroes Squad. Yes, you heard me well! All the heroes who participated in the quest against Evil Overlord *BEEP* will bind together to defeat this foe! You can sleep happily!"
You close the television.
You are now in Downkeep
You stand up, and then you head towards the SAD System.
Chemista slinks next to you and hums. "You know, your evilness, I think maybe we should refresh how to bind people properly."
You raise an eyebrow. "I know how it works."
"Yes, I'm sure, but you wish to summon something potentially dangerous, so I would really like it if you repeated with me the steps for the Sad System to work."
"I know them, Chemista," you snort. "I'll use the robes as a catalyst to bind her together with the rosario, it's going to work."
"Uh...I would rather you thought this through properly, your evilness..." Chemista states. "You know, maybe add some more bindings cause you never know..."
"Like what?"
"Blood, other things precious to the 'summoned' creature...a piece of Cerulean, maybe?"
You stare at her. "What?"
"It will regrow," Chemista rolls her eyes. "And frankly, I would rather that something that can destroy quite a lot of my genetically superior beasts would be really bound tightly. I dislike the thought of having to change places because it got loose."
"I'll think some more about it," you deadpan.
"Good!" Chemista smiles. "But you're always free to do as you wish...just specify what you're sacrificing on the altar though."
You pass by the children's dormitory room and gaze at the unsorted children. who are apparently enjoying their sleep -it is late.
Cerulean is an amorphous mass on the ground, engulfing a chair as she apparently fell asleep reading a story.
You'll have to tell her you killed her Liondor 'Lionel' when she wakes up tomorrow.
You make a small smile at the scene...and try to ignore the dread of tomorrow.
You find yourself dangling a magic wand in the air like a master with a dog while playing fetch. A few seconds go by, before the Splinter-Cog appears from the ceiling and zips down to catch it. You catch him instead, and he is apparently lithe and light.
"Computing. Computing. Cogging. Computing."
"Hello there, little guy," you give him a puzzled look. "What's someone like you doing here?"
"Computing. Cogging. Capturing."
"Well, time to see what your specifics are. Did you modify yourself?"
"Computing. Computing. Unit-Splinter. Unit hides. Unit that hides doesn't die on mission. Computing..."
"So...you're a coward," you deadpan.
"Affirmative and proud of it."
You could probably dismember it and acquire the schematic to build more...'special' robots.
Or you could keep him as a side-kick.
Choice!
Acquire Schematics: Spionage Cog! Acquire Cog-Trait: Self-Conscious!
OR
Acquire Side-Kick: Splinter Cog!
You are in Downkeep.