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[GiglameshDespair]

Your scent is wrong. Your night breathing is loud and grating.

I am K-3T. If you object to your current naming, ehat is your designation?

[SOLDIER First]

"Well, I don't know how I can help the first two things, if at all. And I'd prefer to be called Lionan, thanks."

[PrivateNomad]

"Dǫst͡ ͠t͝hy͘ ͠acc͢ept ͜min͢e ͜o̢ffer?͟"

[kj1225]

"I don't."

[PrivateNomad]

The Pestilent Alchemist let out a sigh.
 "A̢llo̕w̸ ͏m̨e ̕to spea͜k ̀t͞o miné m͢asteŕ.̵" he says and he pulls out a telecom, typing into it a few moments.
 "T̛hís i̛s ̴mine̷ fińal҉ o͝f̕fér-͠-͏my ҉ḿin̛d,̷ b̶od͜y͘, ̶so̡ul͏,̵ ҉an͟d ̴servi҉t̡ùd͞ȩ f͝or ͜th̵e ̕l̨if̛e ̕sowe̷r.̢"

[kj1225]

"Your master sounds like a dick. Unless you're into that type of stuff. Because then I guess it's fine."

[PrivateNomad]

"Th̴e l̕i̷f̶e ͏s̴h̛o̵w̧e͏r sh̢al̢t̕ consent t̕ǫ the c͢o͏ntrac͝t.͝"

A holographic screen appears in front of Trianna.
 [True name here. Only the cosmic entities who enforce contracts and the agreeing party of this contract may see this.] agrees to give servitude to -̵̵͜͡͡=̷̛̕͢͢\̷͢͢͡[̷̛͡͠]͟͡͡]̸̷̸́.̵̡̛͜,̵̷͜͠.̧́͞͝/̸̀\̢̛̕/̸҉͏*̧̧͏̷ for however long he or she desires in exchange for the mind, soul, body, and servitude of -̛̕=̷́́͟\̷̢̛͏[̴͜͏͘͢]̶͞]̀̕.̷̶̸̛,̵̡͘͢.̴̴/̷̧̧̕\̡́/̵̢*҉̨́͝, dubbed as the 'Pestilent Alchemist'. There are no hidden secrets to this contract that may skew the purpose of it as is seen by all three parties.

Trianna just gazes at the screen and then shakes her head.
 "N-N-No."

[kj1225]

"Unless you're going to say it's opposite day that sounds like pretty clear nonconsent."

[PrivateNomad]

The Pestilent Alchemist sighs once again and the screen disappears.
 "I͡ shal̵t́ ͏ret̡u͟rn."
And with that, he disappears in a swirl of purple energy.

[kj1225]

"That wasn't even the right word..."

A knock is hear on the door.

[PrivateNomad]

Tia opens the door with much effort.

[kj1225]

Karl is standing there.
"... Hello little person."

[PrivateNomad]

Tia tries to slam the door, but lacks the strength to do so.
 "Uhm... hi. Are you the pizza guy?"

[kj1225]

"I was actually going to return this, little woman."
Karl holds out a book on advanced arbory.

[kj1225]

Karl waits.