Luminous 2013/10/21 (Mon) 04:08 No. 174556 ▼
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[-s-] Very well? Please.
[-s-] I think that is enough, but some company might be nice.
[-s-] Tell me more about this other.
"I don't have much of the choice, so it seems. Although, would you even let me go if I asked you to?" At her silence, you just nod to yourself. "I had figured as much. Although, there's not a lot to go for if I leave."
Marisa nods as well as she finally turns away. "Everyone has a choice, Margaret. Even if the choice is, quite honestly, a bunch of crap, it's still a choice." A smile does come over her face, one that is a lot more honest than some of the others she had worn previously. "No matter. I'll do my best to help you. I made a deal with him, after all. He's a good sort, though? The only one that I've ever met myself."
You do have to wonder how sure she is of such things, and what kind of person that he might be. Naturally, you could ask her to go farther and get rid of that magic, whatever it might be, from your body. However, the thought of shedding even more sends a shiver down your spine. Everything about the situation simply feels wrong. You don't want to expose any more, especially seeing what little you have. The thought of being no more than a doll, and a male one at that, is certainly an unpleasant one. "Marisa, if you could? could you move that away from me? I don't want to see any more."
She nods to herself and takes the rod away, glancing at it for a second before idly tossing it back in the pile from which it came. "It's no problem. There's no need to send you into shock, or keep it exposed." Even as she says that, Marisa glances toward her slate as your hand returns to normal. You can't help but to notice that the oddly angular designs that were dancing across it slowly calm and return to a normal pulse.
At least her motives aren't completely altruistic. That alone makes you calm down a bit more. "I'm glad that I am proving to be an interesting subject, at least."
"Heh? That you are. 'Course, it would be better if Rikako was still sane enough to interpret this. She'd make the best use of it." Shrugging, she grabs the slate and slips it into the bag, being much more gentle than with the rod of iron. "It's a pity? Trapped in that glamour. Not that it's worst for us. Rika's got it the worst?"
There is no real way that you can respond to that declaration. Although you hardly know her, you still sympathize with her. "She should count herself lucky, at least. She has yet to lose her family, from what I understand."
"Worse than that. But, it's not really my story to tell much about. You'll have to ask her for the full details." Marisa's voice is gravely once more before she brightens again. "So, are you going to stay here the whole time? Or should I go ahead and start attempting to find some way to extract you from his body?"
"?Do you have an idea of how to start?" Marisa's sheepish glance tells you everything, and you can't help but to huff. "I had suspected as much. I would suggest we not do that, then. I'd much rather go out. Not like I will accomplish much by sitting down here."
Still chuckling to herself, Marisa nods. "Right. Well, you don't want to go out here. As much as you might try and acquaint yourself with the changes in the times, the culture shock would be much greater than you'd imagine."
Where in the world have they taken you? The place you woke up initially seemed normal enough, if strange in the oddest of ways. "Should I ask where I've been taken? Or am I in some odd hamlet in the middle of nowhere that is filled with your kind?"
"Hardly. We're a world away from where you were last time. In one sense of the word, at least." Sighing, Marisa stands up and heads over past the desk before beginning to scrounge around in another pile. "As for what I'll be able to do, I've yet to find anything. The only location I haven't yet scoured are these old alchemical texts of mine. I didn't remember anything in there, but I might be lucky enough to find a recipe buried in these musty pages."
As you watch her toss book after book out of yet another pile, you smile just a little bit. "Some sort of evil brew, I assume. Is it as foul looking as that concoction you made attempt to feed me?"
"Well, if you consider witchcraft evil, yes. But in the end, these are most forgotten, not good or bad. All the old alchemists died out. There is a good deal of power in even the most basic of objects, although I've found that I am quite partaken of mushrooms."
"Good thing it isn't toads, or I'd wonder if you were hiding warts." As you think about it, you are quite curious. What if this girl is not showing her true face as well? As soon as the thought arises, though, you smack it down. You've hardly the need to start doubting her again. She has been honest and respectful, if too joking. You've met slimier people in your father's shop as customers, even if they put on debonair trappings to disguise their disdainful opinions. "I'm surprised you haven't brought it up again."
"You weren't interested in drinking it. I wasn't going to ask again until you brought it up. No reason to shove it down your throat." Marisa chuckles as she emerges from the pile with yet another book. The pages from within flutter to the ground while she looks toward you. "Do you want it now? It'll take care of that nasty blow to your head. It's going to keep pounding for a while at least."
The bed creaks as you try to rise and grab it once more, but Marisa stops you before you suffer a bout of pain once more. "Hold on, now. I'll get it." Dropping the disintegrating book into the pile that she had thrown all the others upon, the witch heads to the table and grabs the steaming cup of something. "Now, pinch your nose. I make good concoctions. That doesn't mean they taste good."
Once you gaze inside the vessel, you are glad to see that there is nothing bubbling inside. "I have yet to find any medicine that does taste good, so such a declaration does not surprise me at all." Gingerly taking the cup in one hand, you pinch your nose and toss it back in one gulp.
"Where'd you learn that? Not seen many girls that could do that." As much as you'd like to debate the particulars as to where you learned to drink, the burning heat that is filling your head currently preoccupies you. Whatever dull ache might have been there soon disappears as a fire lights inside your head and spreads into every single crevice in your brain cavity.
It isn't enough to make you scream out in pain, instead causing you to curl up on the bed. You barely feel the hand on your shoulder as you double over and cradle your head in your hands. After about a minute of this pain, it slowly recedes, letting you breathe out a sigh of relief. "That? That was quite the experience. What exactly did you do??"
"Like I said, I am fond of mushrooms. Many of them are poisonous, but prepared the right way, they are beneficial." You finally feel her squeeze your shoulder before letting go, taking the vessel with her. "Don't worry about it, though. You should be clear. And if your nose was stuffy, it'll all be cleared up now, that I can't guarantee."
"Here I was thinking you were peddling in snake oil." Snorting, you stand up, and this time you finally are able to stay up without pain in your head. "That worked fast though. I'd have expected to be bedridden for days."
"If it were up to Akyuu, you would be. And chained at that. Good thing that he is my prisoner, and I can treat him how I like." Marisa sits down on the pile of books and starts to dig again. "And thus, I am treating you as I can. Not that I blame her. After so many lives, you would get quite cautious."
"Quite." Now she raises the prospect of the one who owns your body, or so she says, you find yourself growing curious. After all, since you can't see what body is supposedly lurking under your skin, you might as well ask Marisa about him. "So, what can you tell me about him? You've spoken quite a lot about him, but you haven't said much specific about him, Marisa."
Marisa glances back up at you before turning back down to her work. "Figured that I'd wait as well. There's no need to rush you by ramming all the information I can down your throat, after all."
A small smile slips on your face as you calmly fold your hands over each other again. "Truly, that is good. After all, I would normally read or listen to learn something new. That must be a strange potion that you've concocted."
It takes a moment for the girl to begin snickering. "You're a strange one, Margaret. And that's a lot coming from me."
"I had understood as much. One must find their cheer when they can."
"?That they must." Marisa sighs before beginning to recount what she knows. "First of all, he is a Changeling, but nothing like Kourin earlier. He is bestial, and he would be frightening to someone who is ignorant."
Frowning, you glance back down at your hand. "I did not see that. I saw a limb made of wood, but nothing truly frightening. Merely shocking."
"Consider that he had that limb removed. His other is clawed. You might compare it to a harpy, if you want a mental image to compare it with." You've never seen a drawing, but you've heard enough to understand where she is going. "He no longer has fair, and instead is covered with feathers as a replacement. No ears, as birds hardly have ears. He doesn't have a beak, but that grin of his is unsettling. I have yet to examine it, but I'm sure something changed in his jaw."
Holding up her right hand, Marisa taps the end of her fingers. "His one remaining hand has claws on the end of his fingertips, all of which seem to be both strong and sharp. On his back, he has wings that do allow him to fly, although I'm not sure if he has hollow bones or not. I'm not keen on the idea to crack them open."
At least now you know why she elected to show you the one hand. "That sounds quite agreeable. If he had a broken leg, I wouldn't be surprised if I had one as well." Still, there has to be more to it, unless he is some dumb brute of a monster and was easily tricked. "There is more to the story, though?"
"Isn't there always?" Marisa sighs once more and leans back on the pile, staring towards the ceiling in the process. "He's still sane, far and beyond any of the others I've found. Of the ones that I've exterminated that were not by that point wild emotions and madness, they were pointedly attacking other humans for pleasure and power. They had easily succumbed to the power that can be had as something inhuman. He did not desire to do that. He wanted to go back, and to save someone else. A friend of his."
"I can think of someone like that?" It did not help that he was dead, but a similar devoting could perhaps explain his loyalty. "Was this someone close to him?"
"Relatively close. He did smile when he was explaining himself. However, it seems to be the thought of leaving them behind while he himself escaped was too much." Marisa begins tracing a finger in the air, as she stares at some design that no one else can see. "He's smart, smarter than I am, for sure. Then again, that doesn't take much in this place. Most of those here are smarter than me."
That seems rather hard to believe, considering the sheer amount of books in here that are well used, not to mention what little you've seen. "How is that possible? It isn't as if you are dumb. I don't know of any chemist that could create a cure as effective as that one was, painful as it were."
Snorting out loud, Marisa turns her eyes to you for a second. "I work at what I'm good at. I may be talented, but this is the result of years of effort. And I'm still lagging behind those who have greater gifts than I." A second later, she goes back to tracing the ceiling once more. "In the end, he is just a man, but one that has a fire burning inside of him. He wants to do something other than feel sorry for himself. He has to go rescue his friends out of the prison that is that world. I'd say that he's a good person. Although, considering how he was staring at Rika's equipment on the ride back, I think he is displaced somewhat in time as well."
"That is? somewhat comforting, actually." Perhaps he is from a time similar to your own. Even if not, you could find some common ground, being lost so far in time. "Isn't there anything else that you could tell me?"
"Probably. But I do have to look this up. I'll probably have to knick a few books from Akyuu as well. As much of an annoyance that she can be, she does make lovely records. There might be enough knowledge hidden inside of them that I could reconstruct a spell or potion?"
As much as you do not want to prevent her from working, there's still more that you need to find out. "Well, what am I to do, then? Shall I wait here for you to complete your work?"
"You don't have to. It's going to take a long time. This is not something that you do off the cuff, after all." Marisa stops messing with her drawing and turns back down to root through her books. "If you want to hear more about him, go talk to Rika. I'm sure that she'll be happy to explain. Just don't be afraid to get greasy in the process."
"I'll take that into account." Even as you glance towards the door, another question comes to mind. "If he, and by association, I, am so disliked by those others that live here, why am I allowed to wander wherever I may please?"
"Because he is bound. I don't think it is necessary, but it makes everyone else feel safer." You turn towards her in alarm, but she waves you off. "Don't worry about it. You haven't even flinched at the slightest order that I've given, so I doubt that you can be commanded by the spell."
Disturbing the thought may be, you shake it off again. She has been waiting on you this entire time, not the other way around. Internally, you have to repeat the mantra once more, remembering to trust her for now. "That is relieving to hear. So, where might I find this girl?"
"Take the elevator down to the lowest level. That or the stairs. Always thought the elevators were a good idea, even if some people shun them." Marisa sniggers as she pulls yet another book out, taking a glance at it before tossing it onto the stack. "Look for the girl with pigtails. She does stand out."
[ ] Stay here. Maybe you can make yourself useful.
[ ] An elevator? You've never ridden one before.
-[ ] You'll figure it out on your own.
-[ ] Ask her to come and show you.
[ ] Just wander wherever. If you go out of bounds, they'll let you know.
Decided to go the route that would have kept Margaret in control. You are right in saying she is a strong girl, but she is not yet Margatroid.