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[maladied]

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[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?

[heartofcorundum]

[...]

Well. The last time I deigned call you a title, you looked as though you might throw me off the nearest rooftop.

[His eyes narrow.]

Who are you?

[atouts]

Then you must have gotten the title wrong.

[ Did he, though? ]

I am the King of England. [ King, queen, it doesn't matter. ] And if I am to be dragged along on this fool's errand, I will amuse myself however I wish.

[heartofcorundum]

[...






Looking... towards Ludger...]

What impeccable timing. [he is SO TIRED]

May I suggest Your Grace be careful with your words, lest you find yourself tricked. Wherever we are may not care that you are King. It may prove best to negotiate, not to demand.

[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.

[maladied]

What do you mean? I cannot stop or ignore what I exist to do—in the same way you cannot stop someone from having a desire, a regret, or a wish. Nor do I have any wishes of my own. [ you'd think that his claims that her wishes are killing people would upset her but she's not. she's mildly confused at best. ]

[atouts]

If you exist, you are able to have desires, regrets, and wishes the same as we do, Magi.

[ But does she? He does not really know, and he's getting to the end of his patience here. ]

Have all the worlds where you have granted wishes been afflicted with this disease? These monsters? All this death?

[maladied]

Please understand that I'm not like you. I have no wishes, no desires... I have no needs. I simple exist just to grant wishes. [ but she can understand why he would have a hard time accepting it. ] Not all. There are worlds that I have visited that exist without the disease and the monsters that it brings. Of course, there are also worlds that do.