Already at anemoi, doing a retool testrun

[misery_hates_company]

1.

*Man, there sure were a lot of human enemies you had to deal with to get here! But at least, the anemoi stores are -- hey, who's that woman gathering all of them?*

Ho ho! You're not as incompetant as you look! I suppose it was a bit much to hope they could hold you off long enough. I suppose you want these little baubles, hmm? I'm afraid you're too late for that.

2.



*You managed to beat her to the loot, a neat looking artifact, and she does NOT look happy.*

Ch'. It would seem I was too late to beat you to it. I cannot let you keep that, however. Far too much is at stake.


3.


*Yeah, you've had some nasty run-ins with her. Mostly her getting in the way, weird little schemes, and so on, and so on. But lately you've been dealing with someone a lot more dangerous than her. So you might be surprised when her face shows up on your videophone, and...*

Parley, if you will. I wish to form an alliance. Temporarily, of course.

Comments

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[reckless_but_loyal]

[Hector points his axe in Misery's direction.]

Hand over the jewels, witch!

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[misery_hates_company]

Oh ho! A man who gets right to the point, I see! I'm afraid I need these myself, however. Important research and all that.

[reckless_but_loyal]

I don't care what you want them for! I've fought hard for the right to those gems, and I won't be going back empty-handed.

[misery_hates_company]

Oh dearie, dearie me. Whatever happened to "first come, first serve?" Clearly you should have just been a little quicker about it.

[reckless_but_loyal]

Easy talk for a woman who comes and goes as she pleases. You won't be escaping so easily this time!

[Hector chucks his hand axe at her. Enough talk, have at you!]

[misery_hates_company]

*She flies up, dodging around the axe with relative ease.*

My, how brutish! I don't think I'll be getting my hands dirty on this.

*She pulls out... a mouse?*

[reckless_but_loyal]

[No fair, bringing the concept of "up" into this!]

What now?

[misery_hates_company]

Just thought you'd like to fight something a little more on your level!

*She raises her staff, and throws the mouse into the air. Her spell catches it -- and when it lands, it is MUCH larger, and MUCH meaner looking.*

Have fun!

[reckless_but_loyal]

A little more on my level, is that supposed to be an insult? This rat will barely slow me down, and then I'll give you a taste of my axe!

[misery_hates_company]

Oh, it's not supposed to beat you.

*The moust, in its panic at its current state, is currently flailing and charging right at Hector.*

Just a simple distraction. Ta ta for now!

*She flies upwards.*

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[not_good_not_wicked]

Finders keepers, pal. I found it first!

Say, if you want it so bad, maybe you can tell me what it is.

Re: 2

[misery_hates_company]

It is powerful. And it should be in the hands of someone who knows what to do with such power. Which you, from my observations, do not happen to be.

I DO suggest you do not try my patience too much.

[not_good_not_wicked]

Whaddaya talkin' about, of COURSE I know what to do with power.

I also know that you're definitely a suspicious person, so if you want it so bad, I shouldn't let you have it.

[misery_hates_company]

Oh ho! Feisty, I see! My, my, do you intend to fight me over this? Dearie me.

[not_good_not_wicked]

You bet I do. As long as I hold on to this, this incident is SOLVED.

[misery_hates_company]

Oh, if only life were so simple. You see an end to an incident, I see so many more in the future. Such short-sightedness should really be punished, I think.

You appear to be something of a witch. Care to test your power against mine?

[not_good_not_wicked]

I'm not just any ol' magician. I'm the Great Marisa!

[Floating up into the air on her broom.]

[misery_hates_company]

Oh, putting on airs, are we? I wonder if your might lives up to your mouth?

*She floats up, and lifts her staff, preparing a spell.*

[not_good_not_wicked]

[While Misery, talked, Marisa focused her power into the small, octagonal furnace she held. A narrow beam of light emerged from it, painting Misery as a target, followed shortly thereafter by a REALLY BIG BEAM.]

Love Sign: MASTER SPAAARK!

[misery_hates_company]

WHA --

*PICHYUUUUN*

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