Autumn is in full swing, but even chaos will not stop Fever from dropping in on friends when time allows. Especially when she's been doing her best to get Chills socialized when it's obvious that he will not be migrating back to Paradesium. With the little beast tucked up in her jacket, she's at Erik's place, knocking on the door, at ease. The changing weather has her in high spirits, and she comes ready to simply catch up.
The question is if it's Maxly or Erik who will greet her first.
Maxly wins this one. "Ghast!! Ghastly--ly ly!" The ghost cheers as it phases straight through the wood and proceeds to float in circles around Fever and Chills.
"The door is open," Erik calls out to her, "Let yourself in I'm just finishing the tea."
If she does as he asks and steps inside she'll find his home is warmed with the smell of apple spiced tea, and there are two cups set out waiting on the table this time instead of only one.
It smells lovely when she steps in, and at first she'll take off her coat, the tiny wyvern still clinging close to her neck for the warmth. He'll go play when he's woken up from the contentment of being snuggled and carried, because Maxly is infinitely more interesting a being, even if he doesn't play fair.
And she pauses when seeing the table before she settles down, looking at the second cup with a bit of bemusement.
"Are we expecting another guest?"
No need to immediately answer. She figures the response will be forthcoming when the tea arrives.
Maxly calls out for Chills to follow him over to the fire place. The ghost Pokémon uses one little whisp of a tendril to pat the woven rug in front of the fire. Here's warmth too.
"No," Erik says as he carries over the pot, "But I do have news for you." Telling that he calls it only "news," neither good nor bad. It's all a matter of how she takes it.
The lizard considers, and then uses Fever as a launching point to fly over to the rug, finding the softness and warmth and friend. They'll keep each other busy for the time being.
"News," Fever echoes, an eyebrow raising. "Do share, before I have to start pleading with you."
Erik cannot help but chuckle as he watches the lizard use Fever as a launch pad. Not her pet, indeed? More like her child if you ask him.
"I can taste food, now." No sense keeping her in suspense. "Aster offered me the ability as a 'gift.' There was no price, just a word of caution as to certain consequences."
At the mention of the word Aster, there's a tension that snaps into being in her, wires drawn taut. An expression that would have been wonder at this change in him now is colored with caution.
"No price. Why do I not believe that at all? I mean, I'm happy for you, truly, and if I'd known I would have brought a few snacks, but...do you feel any different? Has anything else changed?"
He was bracing himself for this, but he still hates to see the way that name makes her sit up at attention. He can't say a word against it when he'd be doing the same in her place.
"The price, as it turns out, was that my new sense of taste is a double edged sword. Blood also tastes the way it should to me, which is not at all pleasant. No matter, I'm sure I will acquire the taste for it again after long enough. Nothing else about me has changed, I promise. That is the inconvenient part. I can only tolerate eating small quantities before it, inevitably, must come back up."
"What kind of gift is that, then? You can eat but you can't keep it, and when you can, it's not what you want." She's less irritated at him and more at Aster. "Should I be giving you congratulations or condolences?"
Exhaling, she shakes her head, but all told, it's milder than if Erik struck an actual deal.
"Congratulations are far more appropriate, Fever, I assure you," he soothes, as he busies himself with pouring the tea. (The actual tea.)
"I have spent hundreds of years yearning to taste foods that were invented long after I lost the ability to eat. Even if I must be careful to pace myself, the fact that I can now taste a slice of Max's chocolate cake for the very first time is more than worth it to me. I do not regret this."
"As you say, then. If you personally have no regrets, and he's not trying to put more hooks in you, then I suppose I must yield, and can only lament that I didn't know sooner so that I might bring you new things to taste."
Accepting her cup, the warmth blooms in her hands, and she nods in thanks.
"He's been trying to make some offers, and I worry about my friends. That's all." A pause. "Now you can see why Max's bakery is so popular, though."
"You're right to worry, of course. I can't fault you when I'd be giving you the same scrutiny if our places were reversed." He has some suspicions about that now, actually.
"He wanted to make me an offer. He legitimizes Dahlia Leeds as an infernal noble, free to choose where she aligns - and free from her obligations to the Dark Feast entirely. Free her from her particular needs. He breaks the contract with Nyarlathotep, and dissolves the barrier, as soon as it's 'strategically viable', so he says."
Her hand makes the air quotes, telling him how much faith she has in that statement.
"What he asks in return is me helping raise him to power, and then me helping him keep his throne from any threats to his claim."
Erik frowns so hard it causes rare wrinkles in his forehead. "You cannot take that deal. You would be selling yourself into eternal servitude."
As much as he aches to free Dahlia from her torment, as much as he's sure Fever wants to as well, it wouldn't be any more or less than a captive life traded for another captive life.
"I know. It was why I asked him for time to consider it." A beat, as she sips her tea. "Without making this talk depressing, I have been fighting too long to be my own master, and I do not long to be at the beck and call of another again. That he'd ask this of me, who has more reason than most to despise him..."
Her eyes close for a second.
"But. I thought about the barrier."
If it could be shattered sooner, if people could be free, if they could choose to live where they would...she knows she can't do that. But it still feels like letting everyone down.
"The barrier will fall," he says with iron conviction. "So will Aster. He will pay for what he has done. But I cannot accept the loss of you, Fever, as a trade for having it done sooner."
He reaches for her hand.
"I'm sorry he made such suggestion to you. I suspect he knew exactly what he was doing. But if he is asking for powerful people to guard him, then it does make me wonder if we have him worried."
She gives it, fingers automatically curling to hold his hand, seeking comfort from her friend.
"I think he's planning a coup. If he wants powerful sorts to help his ascension, then he needs them - I don't think Eligos would go quietly. Convincing people who aren't beholden to this land to be a standing kingsguard means he wants those he can trust to not be swayed by old loyalties. I mean, that's what I would do, in his place."
Her shoulders shrug, before she adds:
"He won't have me. I swore two oaths - one to not try and solve anything with my death, and one to not sacrifice myself. I cannot betray the ones who I promised so."
Erik nods, agreeing with her assessment. "Of all these demon princes, Aster seems the most cunning. I think you're right. That is exactly what this looks like." Erik worries Aster may just have the resources to pull it off, too.
"You cannot, and you must not. Promise to me, as well. I do not ever want to see a day where I am forced to face you on that battlefield."
"I swear it to you. The only time you'll be witnessing my powers will be when they are fighting with you, and not helping an infernal army. I will not throw myself away for the sake of the future."
Her grip tightens a little into a comforting squeeze.
"We're going to get Dahlia out, too. She may have cause to hope sooner rather than later."
"Thank you, Fever. Everyone who loves you thanks you."
He nods in agreement, just about to open his mouth to comment on Fever's statement about Dahlia when a new noise interrupts him.
Chills and Maxly have been play-wrestling this whole time, as they often do. The ruckus has been going on in the background of this conversation with no incident, until now.
"Ghaaaaast!" Maxly suddenly cries out, just before light envelops his entire form. The air stirs in a sudden wind as Maxly lifts into the center of a small magical swirl of energy.
"Maxly!" Erik shoots up out of his seat and races to his pet's side, but the light is so blindingly bright that he cannot see his Ghastly anymore. "What's happening?!"
She's on her feet and as uncertain as Erik, but Chills retreats back to her, and Fever's arm is outstretched, ready to cast and defend if she has to. It's bright enough to leave spots on her visions, and this doesn't feel like magic going outwards, but...
Erik can do nothing but stand and watch in horror. And then, as suddenly as it began, the wind stops, the dust settles, and in the place where a ghastly once floated, A haunter drifts above the ground instead.
"M-Maxly?" Erik asks, bewildered.
"Haunter!" Maxly replies, raising both of its disembodied claws in celebration. "Haunt! Haunt!"
Oh, God, it has hands now.
"I..." Erik turns to Fever as if to make sure she's seeing the same thing he is. "I think that's still him..."
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november.
The question is if it's Maxly or Erik who will greet her first.
Re: november.
"The door is open," Erik calls out to her, "Let yourself in I'm just finishing the tea."
If she does as he asks and steps inside she'll find his home is warmed with the smell of apple spiced tea, and there are two cups set out waiting on the table this time instead of only one.
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And she pauses when seeing the table before she settles down, looking at the second cup with a bit of bemusement.
"Are we expecting another guest?"
No need to immediately answer. She figures the response will be forthcoming when the tea arrives.
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"No," Erik says as he carries over the pot, "But I do have news for you." Telling that he calls it only "news," neither good nor bad. It's all a matter of how she takes it.
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"News," Fever echoes, an eyebrow raising. "Do share, before I have to start pleading with you."
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"I can taste food, now." No sense keeping her in suspense. "Aster offered me the ability as a 'gift.' There was no price, just a word of caution as to certain consequences."
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"No price. Why do I not believe that at all? I mean, I'm happy for you, truly, and if I'd known I would have brought a few snacks, but...do you feel any different? Has anything else changed?"
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"The price, as it turns out, was that my new sense of taste is a double edged sword. Blood also tastes the way it should to me, which is not at all pleasant. No matter, I'm sure I will acquire the taste for it again after long enough. Nothing else about me has changed, I promise. That is the inconvenient part. I can only tolerate eating small quantities before it, inevitably, must come back up."
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Exhaling, she shakes her head, but all told, it's milder than if Erik struck an actual deal.
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"I have spent hundreds of years yearning to taste foods that were invented long after I lost the ability to eat. Even if I must be careful to pace myself, the fact that I can now taste a slice of Max's chocolate cake for the very first time is more than worth it to me. I do not regret this."
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Accepting her cup, the warmth blooms in her hands, and she nods in thanks.
"He's been trying to make some offers, and I worry about my friends. That's all." A pause. "Now you can see why Max's bakery is so popular, though."
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"He didn't come to offer you a deal, did he?"
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"Yes. He sought me out for it, actually. Or I just crossed his path at the wrong time."
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Her hand makes the air quotes, telling him how much faith she has in that statement.
"What he asks in return is me helping raise him to power, and then me helping him keep his throne from any threats to his claim."
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As much as he aches to free Dahlia from her torment, as much as he's sure Fever wants to as well, it wouldn't be any more or less than a captive life traded for another captive life.
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Her eyes close for a second.
"But. I thought about the barrier."
If it could be shattered sooner, if people could be free, if they could choose to live where they would...she knows she can't do that. But it still feels like letting everyone down.
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He reaches for her hand.
"I'm sorry he made such suggestion to you. I suspect he knew exactly what he was doing. But if he is asking for powerful people to guard him, then it does make me wonder if we have him worried."
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"I think he's planning a coup. If he wants powerful sorts to help his ascension, then he needs them - I don't think Eligos would go quietly. Convincing people who aren't beholden to this land to be a standing kingsguard means he wants those he can trust to not be swayed by old loyalties. I mean, that's what I would do, in his place."
Her shoulders shrug, before she adds:
"He won't have me. I swore two oaths - one to not try and solve anything with my death, and one to not sacrifice myself. I cannot betray the ones who I promised so."
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"You cannot, and you must not. Promise to me, as well. I do not ever want to see a day where I am forced to face you on that battlefield."
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Her grip tightens a little into a comforting squeeze.
"We're going to get Dahlia out, too. She may have cause to hope sooner rather than later."
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He nods in agreement, just about to open his mouth to comment on Fever's statement about Dahlia when a new noise interrupts him.
Chills and Maxly have been play-wrestling this whole time, as they often do. The ruckus has been going on in the background of this conversation with no incident, until now.
"Ghaaaaast!" Maxly suddenly cries out, just before light envelops his entire form. The air stirs in a sudden wind as Maxly lifts into the center of a small magical swirl of energy.
"Maxly!" Erik shoots up out of his seat and races to his pet's side, but the light is so blindingly bright that he cannot see his Ghastly anymore. "What's happening?!"
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She's on her feet and as uncertain as Erik, but Chills retreats back to her, and Fever's arm is outstretched, ready to cast and defend if she has to. It's bright enough to leave spots on her visions, and this doesn't feel like magic going outwards, but...
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"M-Maxly?" Erik asks, bewildered.
"Haunter!" Maxly replies, raising both of its disembodied claws in celebration. "Haunt! Haunt!"
Oh, God, it has hands now.
"I..." Erik turns to Fever as if to make sure she's seeing the same thing he is. "I think that's still him..."
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