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[maladied]

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[maladied]

[ for a moment, there's a twinkle in her eye—like she had just caught sight of something fascinating. however, it's gone as quickly as it came as she answers with the same gentleness and smile. ] I don't know my creator, but I know that this Frankenstein had no part in my creation. I know for I had visited him when he asked for help.

[atouts]

[ There is literally a fist fight going on in Childermass' head right now, because as soon as that other person arrives, they are fought off again, and Childermass reaches up to rub the bridge of his nose in misery, a headache no doubt coming on... assuming it hadn't been there before, which, honestly, it likely has. ]

...right. [ Back to normal again. ] You... visited him. I don't suppose you are willing to tell us what he asked for, Miss Magi?

[maladied]

[ she watches him struggle with a smile on her face. it's very unlikely that she's getting any kind of enjoyment about of this, but given how neither her tone or her smile changes... you never know. at least she will more than open to answering his question. ] Victor Frankenstein wished to find a way to cure Cardia Beckford of her affliction—the toxins and poisons in her body that make her unable to interact with the world. He wished her to be a normal girl.

[atouts]

[ Childermass stares at her blankly. Oh, it's still him. He's hanging in there. ]

I see. [ A pause, a thought. Hm. ] Have you also granted the wish of a man who goes by Lobelia, by any chance?

[maladied]

I have. [ AND MILKY IS CURRENTLY ASLEEP SO I CANNOT DOUBLE CHECK IF YOU ASK ABOUT LOBELIA'S WISH...just as a fair warning. ] I have seen to many different wishes of others named Lobelia as well.

[atouts]

[ IT'S FINE HE DOESN'T WANT TO KNOW THEIR WISHES, JUST... YOU KNOW. ]

And Yugamu and Y'shtola as well, I presume?

[maladied]

Yes, I granted the wishes to a Yugamu and a Y'shtola. [ i see you. but also...she'll give the answer freely. ]

[heartofcorundum]

[...]

[atouts]

[ There's a pause, as though Childermass is struggling for a moment. He closes his eyes, takes a breath, in, out... and then carries on. ]

And what of Lady Henrietta van Zieks? You were called upon to grant her wish, too, were you not?

[maladied]

I was. The ones I hear the loudest are the ones that speak to me directly. [ take that as you will. ]

[atouts]

What was it that Lady Henrietta wished for when she met with you...?

[maladied]

She wished for something I could not grant in time, however, it's what her family wished for that I was able to grant. [ anyway. not me unable to find the exact words in caitie's notes and she is currently eeping... ]

[atouts]

[ So Henrietta never got her wish, but... ]

And what is it that her family wished for?

[maladied]

That they could all enjoy a party together. A party that she never attended. [ lmao. ]

[atouts]

Because she'd been—!

[ Turned into a monster, surely, but Childermass cannot continue this line of questioning. As much as he wants to know the source of the illness, where it comes from, where, well, someone else does not, even if it is rather interesting.

He suddenly staggers back a step, as if struck, and bows over somewhat, hand flying to his head once more, and... ]

...this is ridiculous. [ He straightens again with an annoyed little sound, like this is just so bothersome, and brushes his hair out of his face. ] You have someone who will grant us every wish we want right here, and you're rattling on bout other people's wishes?

[ Huff. Men are so stupid. He turns back to Magi and immediately says, ]

I would like for all of our missing parts to be returned. Properly, mind. No funny business. Honestly, if I'm going to be in this body, I am not going to have a single eye like some disgusting rogue.

[maladied]

[ and with the change, there's that twinkle in her eye again. like she has seen something she likes. it brings a different smile to her face. ] Of course. [ and just like that—without any kind of fanfare or dramatics—childremass will be back to his full self. ....sans the presence of the king (queen) within his mind. it'd be rude to get rid of the thing that was being asked. ] Is there anything else that you want?

[atouts]

Something more suitable to wear, as well. He's a bit drab, don't you think? To think he could even sit on my throne dressed like thi—

[ Ah, but he — she? — grimaces and takes another step back as, yet again, there is a power struggle going on. ]

...that is enough. We do not have time for your frivolities.

[maladied]

[ again, as the whole scene plays out before her, she simply just watches with a smile and waits till it's all over before asking her own question. ] Shall I get you new clothes?

[atouts]

That will not be necessary...

[ It's quiet now, the voice forced back to a quiet, offended whisper. Even so, he is not looking too well from all this struggling and back and forth, though he does pause to raise a hand and, well, not quite touch the returned eye, but he does close it, touch the eyelid to check it really is there, and then open it again.

Ah. Well. Childermass isn't sure he can be angry about that one. ]

[maladied]

How about something else? You've surely been through many trials before you were able to find yourself at my door. [ her voice gentle but her concern feels soulless. like practiced words. ]

[atouts]

[ CHILDERMASS NEEDS JESUS TO TAKE THE WHEEL SO THAT QUEEN ALEXANDRIA VICTORIA CANNOT, but that isn't happening here. It's kind of wild that the flip-flop between who's driving here is happening so frequently and, frankly? It's wearing Childermass down.

That may be why he goes with less of a fight this time. ]

Actually, I will take the clothing. [ Although even this royal entity is eyeing Magi with some wariness now. ] You aren't a real person, are you? You're such an empty thing. It's almost malicious how you pretend to care.

[heartofcorundum]

...Childermass, what in the seven hells is wrong with you? [HELLO?]

[atouts]

[ HE'S HAVING A TIME HERE. ]

This again... [ He throws Thancred a dismissive look. ] If you must speak to me, address me as Your Majesty. Honestly, how many times do I have to say this?

[maladied]

[ before she answers childremass, she'll give him the exact clothing that would suit royalty with all of its grander and extravagance. (enjoy picking la) the new clothes appearing on his body as soon as they've been decided, and once that is complete, she'll offer her answer. ] Of course I'm not human. I only take this form because its one that you can understand. I do not exist to care, only to grant the wishes and desires of others.

[atouts]

[ ...and so, the king gets his kingly duds, which may not be tremendously extravagant, but still a fancily made and far more colorful outfit than anything Childermass would ever care to own, much less wear. He'll look down at himself, admiring the new fit, before coming back up as... Childermass.

He gives Magi a long-suffering look. ]

Did you have to humor him like this...? [ Don't answer that. Of course, she had to. That's her entire purpose. ] People are dying because of your wishes. You must stop this madness, Magi.