"mightysprite;c-18200330" wrote: That's a fun turn of events! Pip seems cool. And could be an interesting clue.
I'm itching to tell who she is - another week, maybe (script is long finished, screenshots only for the next four posts). In any case, I created Pip in CAS from and .
The next morning Pip wants to go up into the crow’s nest.
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The adults allow it under supervision. So far nobody has had the heart to disclose to the cabin girl that they are not the people she remembers, but more or less possessing their bodies. It would be a bit much to take in after almost having drowned. Pip should notice that she isn’t getting kicked around and yelled at anymore. Instead of making her work, the adults treat her like a neighbor’s kid that they are taking to a theme park: They keep a close watch on her, but let her try her hands at every task on board. However, Pip in turn behaves like a kid getting taking to a theme park by a nanny. There not being any sign of hesitation, or at the very least of acknowledging a transition from one lifestyle to another, doesn’t strike the humans as odd. The androids, however, who have went from neglected at best, abused at worst, to free persons, cannot help but notice the inconsistency…
Life isn’t all work and no fun for the grown-ups, either. Sometime later (it is hard to define how much later exactly) Tina and Daniel decide to play tug of war…
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…in wolf form.
“How’s that possible?“ Chris wonders. “If only our minds have time-traveled?”
“Maybe their hosts are werewolves, too?” Rika suggests. “Same as Sigstein’s is a spellcaster, only with a different specialization.”
The officers turn their heads into Siggy’s direction, expecting him to nod or grunt affirmatively now. Instead the spellcaster points his finger at them: “Are you all blind that you can’t see what’s in front of your eyes? That’s the Moonfury!”
Rika shrugs. Moonfury is a reality of werewolf life in 2050. It ebbs and rises in accordance with a were’s temperaments and during a full moon is shoots up like mad. Everyone knows this. You don’t have to be or know a werewolf to be privy to that information. It gets taught in grade school as part of social studies.
Chris, however, gasps when he hears the term: “No way!”
“Got it now?” Sigstein sneers.
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Now the other two detectives, Connor and Gavin, join the scene. They find their friends transformed, with the final sparks of crimson still lingering around their bodies. Just like Chris, they take a moment to realize, because what they see here is perfectly ordinary. The moment Gavin and Connor realize what exactly doesn’t add up, their eyes and mouths open wide.
“The Crimson Mist!” Gavin squeals.
“The Crimson Mist”, Connor states solemnly.
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„But – how? Tina?“
„Beats me if I knew.”
Tina growls. Ever since having accepted Mr. Greig’s “gift” in Moonwood Mill, she’s had to deal with the Moonfury as part of what it means to be a werewolf. But truth is, in the past werewolves only ever transformed during the full moon. Only in this cycle of magic the MIT having launched the so called Magic HQ into orbit has messed up the energies governing werewolf transformation. In 2050 were creatures are at the mercy of the Moonfury and at risk of dissolving into the Crimson Mist. In 1818 that would have been not only unheard of, but outright impossible.
“All I know is that I just had to keep my body together molecule by molecule and that it bloody well felt like MY body. Not a random sailor’s.”
You may remember that the first day after Werewolves got released, there was a bug that caused them to turn invisible, leaving only the red sfx. This is Tina in this state: https://64.media.tumblr.com/27c47dbc7d64753ecd3831b0ae5fb66f/51febb64c8c8dbff-91/s1280x1920/c865c06db95815af31ba626c51280dd900e54e98.png I decided to accept that bug as part of my lore.
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„Maybe we only see the crimson mist because for us it is a normal byproduct of a werewolf transformation?” Connor muses out loud. “Even it feeling the same might just be Tina’s imagination.”
The words are English, but even so Connor speaks a different language. The language’s name is Disappointmentese and every detective knows it. What Connor is really saying is: “I don’t want to believe what I see, because it’s invalidating our beautiful hypothesis.” Hank feels with his son and younger colleague. His own comment only requires four letters.
So that was the spoilery thing my sims did that I mentioned in an earlier post.
The detective starts clapping Hands with Hank. “Sing along!” he urges him.
Without thinking, caught up in the moment, Hank obeys. His tongue is on auto-run, same as his hands get piloted by the little boy he was once: “My father went to sea, sea, sea, to see what he could see, see, see…”
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"Ha!“ Chris says triumphantly. “Heard that? This is the old version of the clapping song, the one Hank would have learned in the eighties! When I left him no time to consider, he automatically defaulted to it. But when you…”
With these words Chris faces Connor.
“…played with your father, he sang “a sailor” and “they” – the lyrics my generation grew up with. He always sang “father” with my Damian, when he was little, he sings “father” and “he” for the twins, for the Reed kids and for your daughters!”
“Yeah, true”, Hank admits. The old man enjoys babysitting the Newcrest children, but he has trouble focusing on the clapping sequence. It takes all his capacity and so, despite trying to sing the contemporary lyrics, Hank always relapses to the older ones. Except that one day on the “Diamond”, with Connor.
“You’d expect father to sing either the 1980s lyrics or a 19th century version, if he was influenced by a sailor from that time”, Connor understands. “Under no circumstance should he have sung the modern version. Except if… But that would mean whoever forced his actions must be your age or even younger!”
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"That would be a problem how?” Chris inquires, genuinely puzzled. Hadn’t they just made progress in this strange case?
“What I felt, when I played the clapping game with my father, was real”, Connor insists. “I’m not imagining things. There was muscle memory that I copied into my own hands, vocal chords and even soul.”
“There was a presence, indeed”, Hank agrees with his son. “I believe you. But we may have been wrong about the identity of that presence. You didn’t feel a young Ishmael born in 1800, but someone else. Our…”
Hank pauses before finishing his thought. For drama or from anger, who can tell?
“…captor.”
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"Okay, the nerds have finished their part and it makes sense”, Gavin addresses his partners. “Let’s settle this Reed style now!”
“Reed style?” Daniel asks, amused, but definitely open to the idea.
“Reed style!” Tina agrees grimly.
Each of the trio has a distinct style of problem solving. There is no “Reed style” as such. What Gavin conjures up is his former reputation as the office bully in a time when Tina had been his lancer and when Daniel had wielded the (unironially) intimidating power of the DPD’s janitor. Whatever comes next, will beyond doubt advance their investigation – but at someone’s expense. Tina and Daniel need no pointer as to who that one might be. There is only one person on this ship with whom the DPD officers have a score to settle.
“I’d love to state that you collectively got over your festering grudge against me, but your body language tells me differently.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So if we’re still enemies, then why are you and me having a friendly conte…? Oh. Oh, no! Don’t tell me I’m your replacement Connor now!”
“Okay, I won’t tell you.”
Sigstein notices Gavin bite into the rim of his mug from suppressed laughter. Okay, that answers this question. The android marks “Am I Replacement Connor?” as “answered” and moves it into a folder that is the equivalent of a “completed quests” log. The DPD officers could be sooo predictable at times. They are living in the past even when they are not time-traveling, always referencing their days as rivals and enemies. With Connor being Gavin’s friend now, naturally he’d latch onto Connor’s evil twin as his new arch nemesis. So predictable…
Sigstein chuckles and the contest goes on.
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There comes the moment when Sigstein cannot go on anymore. Whatever this detective’s host has for a bladder, Siggy’s own host cannot compete with it.
“I have not really lost to you!” the spellcaster says, when he rises from the chair while Gavin is still drinking. “Just my host to yours!” Gavin grins, but he doesn’t comment on that. Instead he kicks back his own chair and races towards the latrines. At the same time Tina and Daniel grab Sigstein, press him down onto the chair again and tie him to it!
“Hey, what are you doing!”
“Tying you to a chair.”
“Why… no, scratch that, just let me go! I need to gooooo!”
Right at the beginning of their adventure Daniel had learned how torturous having to “go”, but being unable to do it is for humans. Nobody should have to go through this. But does this conviction still hold true when it comes to the man who has imprisoned his husband and Fated Mate? With no regard to what damage getting transformed into a fish might cause to their minds? Sigstein had even went so far to remove the individual feeding instructions from the tank and replace them with the cheapest pellets available at the market, a needless cruelty. No, there isn’t a single ounce of empathy left for that one. Daniel wants Sigstein to pee his pants and he wants to watch it.
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Sweat runs down Sigstein’s forehead and cheeks as he fights for bladder control.
“Please, detective, untie me!”
“No.”
“I’ll… do… anything…”
“Anything, really? Even listening to me? Really listening, I mean?”
“Eh?”
“That’s the hardest part. Most people only hear, but don’t listen.”
“Uh… Just say whatever you want to say.”
“You don’t have to pee. You’re an android.”
“Oh, aren’t we funny! In this time I’m a human!”
“And this is where you’re wrong.”
Sigstein whimpers incomprehensively. Already he feels the floodgate give way. It’s over. He has lost and the immediate future will be yellow. Except…
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“No!!! I don’t WANT to!“
And if Sigstein Connor doesn’t want something, then it isn’t going to happen!
Gavin grins.
“You can untie him now, Danny.”
“What.. What just happened?” Sigstein stammers. He can recount the chain of events perfectly, except for the moment where he should have suffered a bladder accident, but miraculously didn’t. It is as if the problem had never existed, and that he tells the officers.
“Like in a dream”, Gavin nods. “Figured as much.”
“You FIGURED that, detective? You could have SAID a word instead of playing me for a fool!”
“Nope. Our shared past aside, that really made me savor every moment of this, I needed to keep you in the dark for unbiased evidence.”
“You’re stone cold, detective.”
“Thanks, I guess. I got called worse.”
Taking inventory… If Sigstein has only imagined to have a bladder need, then he isn’t inhabiting a human body. But the captives of the “Diamond” cannot be in their real bodies, either. In this case Gavin’s vampire thirst would have triggered days ago already. He can drink beer and eat fishhead stew, but all that does to the vampire is make him fat, it doesn’t provide sustenance.
“No bodies at all?” Sigstein concludes. “Our minds are making up the reality around us, following more or less gentle nudges? The world reflects what we think we should experience?”
“Looks like it. It’s ingenious, actually, and a typical vampire thing to do. The tainted part of me cannot help but admire the setup.”
“Haha, no!” Daniel chimes in. “Your vampire part is an adorable fruitbat that enjoys nibbling at melon slices! And squirrels.”
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Squirrels! What wouldn’t Gavin give for a red squirrel now! Ever since coffee has stopped working for the detective, squirrel and chipmunk blood has acted as a substitute.
“Think, Gavin”, he moans. “The exact set of instructions that make up this play… is there anything about it that you recognize?”
If they knew what’s happening to them, that might be the key to figuring out the mastermind behind this farce. And with the perpetrator known, the officers might get an inkling how that one had done it and how they could reverse it.
“Fat chance”, Sigstein spats. “I don’t know of any piece of mythology that has a fire-slinging mage traveling the Seven Seas. This must be something coming from real deep of our subconsciousness!”
“No case file comes to mind, either. A work of fiction, then? Hank is a bookworm, he ought to know! Let’s go upstairs and shake him out of the illusion!”
Determinedly Gavin walks towards the ladder leading upwards, satisfied with his work down here. Sigstein holds their living in the past against the DPD officers, but now this is exactly like in the old times: Just sober up Hank and he’ll have all the answers.
“Why’s that good?” Connor replies, clearly puzzled. What has the gender of their prey to do with anything? Already the harpooneers make haste towards the boats, and the boat pilots are expected to do the same. They’ve got a whale to spear!
“Because”, Gavin explains, “we found out that we’re trapped in a book. Specifically in a fantasy version of Moby Di.ck, starring a fire mage and a necromancer from Sulani.”
“And in this context”, Sigstein adds, “spearing a male whale is an absolute no-no. Because that might be Moby, and the moment they confront Moby…”
“Everyone drowns in the end, I remember”, Connor finishes the sentence. “I see.”
Trouble is, while Connor’s mind may “see”, his legs “hear”, namely the Captain’s order to lower the boats. It’s getting increasingly harder to resist the urge to obey.
“I’m a deviant android”, Connor tells himself. “I managed to break free from my program code, so there’s a chance I can ignore this outside influence, too!”
His fists balled, fingernails tearing into his palms, Connor forces himself to stand firmly on the spot and listen to Gavin and Sigstein. But they, too, hear the siren call of obedience…
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Meanwhile the harpooners have reached the boats. Having failed to overhear their shipmates talk about the book hypothesis, they still think to possess historical seamen.
“So this is it… our first whale”, Daniel muses. “And whoever’s historic partner was capable of spearing one, will be able to do so now.”
“You and me could do it in the future, too”, Chris claims, and rightfully so. “But the thought of entrusting our boats to Gavin and Rika doesn’t sit well with me. Not AT ALL.”
“Haha, right! Gavin doesn’t belong behind a steering wheel, no matter what era” Tina laughs. “The first time I took Gav and Danny sailing, we crashed into the Adeline. It didn’t do the old girl any favors… Rika may have a point, after all.”
“So – you and me, Tina?” Daniel asks. “You take the rudder and I’ll stab the fishie?”
“Of course! Not even a question!”
Chris nods. They already know that something is fishy here. Simply NOT attacking the whale Pip has spotted doesn’t occur to them, but they can very well prepare for this battle in their own fashion.
“And I’ll pair up with Connor”, Chris announces. “I’ll be right back with him – don’t start without us!”
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“…white, with a dozen broken lances stuck to its body!” Pip describes the whale she has spotted. In the light of what the crew has just learned, that isn’t good news. Not at all. However, when Pip eagerly asks Hank whether this is the whale they are after, the Captain nods with grim determination.
“Blow on and split your spout, whale!” he hisses, then makes a gesture that encompasses his officers as well as Sigstein, the auxiliary. “The mad fiends themselves are after ye! Blow your trump—blister your lungs! Detroit’s finest will…”
“We’ll four-letter-word-gerund do nothing!” Gavin interrupts the speech.
But Hank is adamant: “Thy hour and thy harpoon are at hand!” he cries.
The words resonate in the whalers’ very bones. Their imagined bones. The scenario isn’t real, nor is the world it plays out in. But Hank Anderson’s Captain title is real and these men and women are used to following his orders blindly, because he has never let them astray.
This is wrong, Connor knows. They’re lowering the boats to row into their doom. After they have finally solved the riddle, this must not how their adventure ends! Alas, already Chris turns around, slowly at first, then with renewed vigor. Tina and Daniel are sitting in their boat already, harpoon and oars in hand. Rika is fiddling with some ropes and Sigstein nervously looks to the spot he is supposed to be now, but doesn’t want to…
There’s no helping it. Hank is Captain and they are his subjects. If only someone else was playing Ahab, someone easier to rebel against…
“Hey, Gavin! Don’t you think it’s unfair that Hank gets to play Captain Ahab, when in truth you and me are the Captains of Detroit central station?”
“What’s gotten into… oh, I get it! The roles are fixed, but the actors are variable!”
“Right! I was your “white whale”, starting the day I came to the DPD. I even broke your leg once, that adds to your Ahab-ness. And you were thoroughly hated for years. If YOU ordered us to attack the whale, we could resist better. Plus, we’d get Hank’s head clear to think about a way out of this mess.”
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“I’m not hated, Ishmael!” Gavin Ahab protests. “I may be a bit cursed, that’s all.”
“Whoa, that was quick! But what was that about you being cursed?”
Yes, what? Gavin has trouble sorting through the plethora of information the setting has just dumped into his mind to enable him to get into character. Scenes are popping out of the ocean of Ahab’s memory and vanish beneath the surface again, not connected in any way.
“Oh, just the trifle of spitting on an altar, getting hit by lightning and conjuring evil spirits on the ship by using a sacred tree as replacement mast, after the old one broke from my cursing. Stuff like that.”
“That’s… not in the book, no?” Connor ventures.
“Of course not”, Sigstein claims. “Not in the original, at least. Remember we’re in the fantasy version!”
“Actually it sounds like a Gavin-version. But in any case…”
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“In any case this ends here!” the Captain’s voice rises up.
It has quite a long way to rise, on account of the Captain being played by Pip now.
“Please, Starbuck”, Pip Ahab says, not unfriendly in the least, “I can see your point. You do not support my revenge, you do not care for a single whale, only for many, many whales, that will get us rich. But we can still fill the hold with fat and whalebone after we finished our mission! We don’t have to be enemies!”
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“What’s happening?” Connor gasps.
“Looks like Gavin is Starbuck now”, Hank replies. “I wondered where Starbuck was. Well, actually, I didn’t wonder while I was Ahab. As Ahab I was… surprisingly content, actually. But the moment I snapped out of it, the question came to mind.”
Ah, Starbuck, Connor thinks, finally familiar territory! Captain Ahab hunts the White Whale and everyone drowns, that is about everything the police officers know about the story. And that at some point someone named Starbuck plays a role.
“Could you become Starbuck?” Connor prods.
“That wouldn’t help us. Starbuck is unable to stop Ahab”, Hank explains. “In the book he pondered killing the Captain, but could not bring himself to do it.”
“But he can buy us time. Gavin is good at annoying people!”
“Right. Let me think… Mhm… I’d say if anybody has a chance to persuade Ahab to stop his mad crusade, then that would be Captain Peleg. Him and Ahab are friends of sorts, going back real far.”
For the other five crewmembers outside this circle, time seems frozen. They can only stand and watch…
Daniel’s mind is working, while his body is standing idle.
The scenario has assigned Gavin a new role, but kept his red hair. Nobody else has changed hair- or skin color to better match their role. What makes red different? (Other than that it is hot, of course, especially on his husband – Daniel has to muster serious effort to dismiss this thought of his.)
Gavin… Connor… Pip… Wait, Pip? What is she anyhow? Part of the scenario, like the landlord at the Inn, or another captive, a child stolen away from Detroit? Daniel has assumed the first, because at no point in this farce has the girl suggested that “Pip” isn’t her name, even when the adults had used their Detroit names all the time. What if the girlchild is literally called Pip? Or rather…
Daniel feels his hair straighten and retract into his skull. He strides over to the arguing people, and with each step it takes less effort. Halfway across the distance Daniel feels his android LED spring into life again.
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“Pippilotta Dreamer! This has went far enough! Explain yourself, young lady!”
“Mi… Mi… Mister Reed!”
The voice of authority, but also the voice of a confidante. Mister Reed is Pip’s school teacher in Detroit.
“Is this really your doing?”
Despite Daniel just having accused Pip of being the instigator, he has a hard time believing it.
(Meanwhile Gavin, Connor and Hank look as if they experience a short episode of feeling redundant. Their former janitor apparently is perfectly able to solve the case on his own.)
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“Not fair! Why doesn’t anybody want to play with me? Not that it mattered. You are not going home before the mean ol’ whale is history! It ATE the Captain’s leg. It ate it, but nobody cares! Everyone says Ahab is evil!”
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“We’ll TALK about this“, Pip’s teacher says sternly. “But for now – everyone think of Detroit! Or of something nice!”
Defying the rules of this pocket dimension… focusing on the real world… on their identities… The DPD crew is a stubborn bunch, but without knowledge what exactly has caused them to get trapped here, will willpower be enough to escape?
Ten… twenty… thirty second pass, then Rika laughs through her nose.
“Oh, look! So cute! Whose idea was this?”
“Uh… I think that’s ours”, Daniel admits. “Our pool floatie.”
“I want to say “NOW I have seen everything”, Hank says, “But I know that would be a lie.”
“So we’re sitting in an imaginary row boat, so that you can pop your pool floatie with a spear. Business as usual, right?” Tina comments the situation. “Also take care, Danny – this bad boy can still keel over and bury us beneath itself.”
“I trust your boating skills”, Daniel replies warmly.
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“Everyone, don’t forget to open your mouths to protect your eardrums! Moby Float here will go out with quite a BANG.”
Daniel tosses the spear!
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The boat rocks dangerously, when the giant pool floatie gets pierced. Instead of a bang, there is a drawn out leakage of air, accompanied by a high pitched sound. The trio in the boat holds fast to their vessel, when the gust goes over them. Tina gets some of the air into her mouth. She coughs, but that is the worst already.
Eventually the water is calm again and there, right at the bow, a gate opens.
Slowly the Diamond – that really has been the Pequod all this time – moves towards the opening. Darkness engulfs the captives, and for a moment there’s no sensory data at all coming in, then the void gets replaced by a different darkness: that of their own closed eyelids. They open their eyes and smile at each other. The nightmare is over. The officers know the perpetrator’s name, they have her address and also an inkling of the motive. Now they need to get their hands on the “weapon”.
Finally awake again, the DPD officers gather in their inner sanctum: the cafeteria.
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Over each one’s favorite “fuel”, they discuss the case: Thirium-310 for the androids, coffee for the humans, slices of raw meat for Tina and squirrel blood for Gavin.
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By now they have deduced that every copy of Moby D. is contaminated, including the audiobook Chris had been reading in the patrol car. Whoever reads or hears so much as a single line of it, gets drawn into the scenario. In a city the size of Detroit the rather small chance of someone reading Moby D. adds up to quite a substantial number of victims.
“We need to put out a warning”, Tina says, but Connor must disagree: “Tonight? People would think this is a Halloween joke. Or if they believed us, many might read the book just because. Our best bet is to quickly put an end to this spook.”
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“I still cannot grasp how exactly we escaped”, Rika admits.
“Half of us were lucky to have their soul split. Having part of your very being stored somewhere save is immensely helpful. It helped us cling to our true identities instead getting swallowed by the scenario”, Connor explains. “At times it was close, but each of us who remembered pulled the others out of the rabbit hole.”
That causes the communications officer to smile: “Haha! You mean we won by teamwork? The one category we consistently scored the lowest in each and every evaluation!”
To test Connor’s hypothesis, Sigstein and Chris summon their familiars. When Siggy had accidently split his soul, it had infused a neanderthal skull that had subsequently unearthed itself and returned to him as his familiar. When Chris had sent out a splinter of his soul with the express intent of becoming a spellcaster, his had found a living creature to bond with: Ashelia the phoenix.
“I briefly couldn’t sense you anymore. Have you died again?” Ashelia inquires, a mix of concern and friendly teasing in her gentle voice.
“No!”
A smug expression accompanies the detective’s statement. For Chris Miller is the only DPD officer who has a “times gotten killed” statistic in addition to the “confirmed kills” one.
Chris died twice in my game already, the first time by getting shot and left to die in the snow (technically death by freezing) and the second time by falling to his death during a mountain excursion. For this reason I chose a phoenix as his familiar.
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Ashelia: He lying?
Scheisserle: Nope.
Ashelia: C’mon!
Scheisserle: Well, he very nearly drowned. But it was averted.
Ashelia: Ah, that’s more like my human. Thanks for clearing that up.
It is still the night before All Hallows’ Eve, when the investigators leave the police station again already.
“How does it feel to walk out of here as a free man?” Daniel teases Sigstein.
“As if YOU knew!” the spellcaster sneers.
It is true, going from butler to kidnapper to revolutionary to janitor to police auxiliary and finally teacher Daniel’s path through life hasn’t always been the most honorable. At times he had seemed unredeemable. But while Daniel has committed evil deeds, Sigstein IS evil. He strives when people around him go through bad times, literally feeding off it, boosting his own mood by basking in negative emotions. No amount of willpower will be sufficient to change Sigstein (not that he’d be willing to muster even a little), additionally a divine or at the very least magical intervention would be required.
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