Another three days pass since Tiffania's first disastrous Teleportation Gate, and after much practise and reading, she finally felt ready to cast it again. Michael, of course, was standing close by with Derflinger drawn, ready to jump into action if they inadvertently summoned another Lovecraftian creature.
"Alright, you ready?" he asks and she nods, "Good, no mistakes this time." he urges, not wanting their escape from this world to be made more difficult than it already is.
Tiffania begins her chant, and twenty seconds later, a line draws itself into existence, splitting apart and creating an incomprehensibly thin door, which, actually allowed them to see through it to the other door that'd opened at the end of the clearing.
...
The duo stands there silently for a couple moments, waiting for something to go wrong... And, when it didn't, Tiffania leaps into his arms with a cheer, happy at finally succeeding.
"I did it! I really did, Michael!" she excitedly announces, not minding the fact that she was squishing her large breasts into his chest.
Michael was able to ignore it as well, as this had become a common occurrence ever since he'd saved Tiffania from her horrific fate in Cendri.
"Wait, hold on, we need to make sure this thing actually works first." he chides, dropping a hand on her head and turning her around to face the gate.
Her attention refocussed, she glances to Michael with a questioning look, "How would we test it?... Y-you're not going to jump through it, are you?" she tentatively asks, not wanting to him to do something so risky, despite her apparent success.
He shrugs, "I figured we could just throw things at it until we were sure... Works with most things really, I think?"
Tiffania giggles, "No, that's just your solution to most things..." she says before looking around, spotting a stick and picking it up in preparation to toss it through the gate. She takes a slow, self-assuring breath before lobbing the stick at the door, "Hai!" she shouts. And both watch as it soars through the air... Going through the door, and dropping at the opposite end of the clearing where the other Teleportation Gate was.
...
"Looks like it works..." Michael mutters, summoning his Book of Heroes and retrieving some beef jerky and tossing that in as well. Again, it works as it should... "All we need now is a live test subject..." he wonders aloud, and finds his gaze slowly drawn towards Derflinger in his hand.
...
"P-partner... You can't be thinking-"
"Thinking that you still owe me for getting affected by the Ring of Andvari? You're supposed to be a magic eating sword, how did that even work?" he questions, all the while weighing the risk to reward ratio of tossing Derflinger through it.
"C-come on, partner! Surely I can't be blamed for being controlled!? That's like blaming me for being picked up and swung at you!" he exclaims.
"Michael, leave Derflinger alone, he's been through a lot already." Tiffania states from the side with a kind look.
"A-angel!" Derflinger almost sobs in response, but this quickly trails off as she continues.
"A magic eating sword defeated by magic? He must be terribly ashamed of himself. Surely that is punishment enough?" she asks with an innocent smile on her face which Michael can't help but chuckle at.
"I hate you both." Derflinger exclaims before going silent, with both TIffania and Michael given the mental image of th sword pouting, somehow.
Michael shrugs, "I guess it'd be annoying to find another sword, I'll have to go hunting then... How long will these gates last-"
*Crunch!*
Michael and Tiffania's head dart towards where the sound had come from, both locking eyes with the Gallian scout that'd stumbled out of the treeline.
...
"E-elf!? D-DEMON! EVERYONE! I'VE FOUND!-" the man is cut off as Michael literally 'cuts him off. The man's head goes flying after an almost instantaneous use of Blink Strike and a chop to his neck.
It's only after the head hits the floor that Michael realises his mistake, "Fuck... This guy could've been our test subject!" he exclaims while running a hand through his hair.
Tiffania shakes her head and points her wand at the treeline, "He won't be alone Michael, should we move again?"
"No. Let's go hunt them down and run some experiments on them. We can move afterwards, this guy's blood will attract animals and Tristain scouts." he says, giving the body a nudge with his foot.
Fortunately or not, Michael doesn't even have to pursue the other scouts, as five other men jump out of the treeline after hearing their comrade's shout. "W-Wallace!? You killed him!? YOU AND YOUR PET DEMON!? DIE!" a scout wielding a bow screams after spotting his headless companion, dexterously knocking and firing an arrow straight at Michael.
Michael smacks it out of the air with practised ease and Blink Strikes behind the man, slamming Derflinger's pommel into his skull and knocking him unconscious.
"Good one, Partner!" Derflinger cheers, but is silenced as Michael is forced to cut down a stone spear that'd been fired by the single mage accompanying the Gallian group. The Earth spear cracks apart into fragments, with the visible magical energy holding it together and reinforcing it transferring into Derflinger.
"DIE DEMON!" a man's shout attracts Michael, and he turns his head to see a man charging at Tiffania... Only for her to levitate him in th air and through him through the still open Teleportation Gate...
"Sorry!" she apologizes after throwing him, both her and Michael watching as he flies through the gate, and lands on the other site of the clearing... Completely healthy. Though, this doesn't last for long, as Michael blasts him apart with a quick cast of "Ether Shock!".
"Guess that answer that question then, congratulations Tiff..." he says before turning his head to the remaining Gallia scouts, "Unfortunately for you guys, now we don't need any more test-monkeys." he states, pointing his finger at them as they begin to flee, "Shock."
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"It's finally time." Matilda whispers to herself as she stalks towards the inn. The owner had come through on her and sent a message as soon as Tiffania's guest had arrived there. The Princess had wanted to send an escort with her, but she quickly refused, knowing that bringing a small army with her would probably scare off whoever was supposed to be arriving.
She steps into the bar and waves at the owner, ignoring all the other rowdy patrons getting shit-faced this afternoon. "You said they were here?"
The man nods but looks somewhat unsure, "Yes, three people.. Well, four, if that oldest one had anything to say about it.." he mutters.
"What do you mean?" Matilda asks, confused.
"I mean, that woman is clearly sick. Both in the head and body... Scared off some of my customers with her craziness, so I 'gave' them a room free of charge upstairs, don't know how long they'll be stayin' for, but I think they're going to be waiting for that Mike fellah to pick 'em up." he explains.
Matilda nods, "Can I visit them? For a talk." she asks and the man nods, "Yeah, yeah. Upstairs, fourth door on the left, make sure to knock first though. Who knows what that crazy one'll do if surprised..."
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Matilda walks through the hallway and stands in front of the door that supposedly holds the False-Familiar's guests... She doesn't immediately knock, instead, placing her ear to the door to see if she could hear anything.
"GET OFF ME!" a scream suddenly rings out, but there doesn't seem to be a scuffle from what Matilda could hear.
"S-sorry L-lady de Orleans! Cocoo tripped! She is very very sorry!" the voice of a young-sounding girl apologetically replies.
"Illococoo, quiet... She did not mean it, mother." another voice says, but the sound of a slap echoes out of the room, "DON'T CALL ME THAT! DON'T-.... DON'T CALL ME THAT! WHY HAVE YOU BROUGHT US HERE!? YOU JUST WANT TO HURT HER AGAIN!" the woman screams, sounding completely unhinged.
Matilda squints her eyes in thought but shakes her head and eventually knocks on the door a couple times, deciding that it was probably best to get this over with.
*Knock, Knock, Knock*
...
The room goes silent momentarily, the occupants drawn from their argument as they look towards the door with caution. "Cocoo will do it."
"No, sit. I will get it."
*Creee*
The door opens, and Matilda is greeted with a familiar sight... "Miss Tabitha?" she utters in confusion, her time undercover in the academy allowing her to easily recognise one of the most talented students.
Tabitha is equally as confused, though, the only thing that gives it away is the slight tilt of her head, as her expression remains fixed in its usual apathetic state. "Miss Longueville...?"
...
Matilda brushes some of her hair to the side and slowly nods, mind rapidly working to create a reason as to why she would be here, why she left the academy so suddenly, why her disappearance coincided with Fouquet the Crumbling Dirt's theft, why she wasn't wearing glasses... "*Ahem!*, I didn't expect to see you here, Miss Tabitha... No matter, my reason for being here remains the same..." Matilda says, glancing over at the other occupants of the room.
The first is a girl she didn't recognise with dark blue hair and turquoise eyes. Most likely this 'Illococoo' girl she heard earlier.
Next was a rather jarring sight however... A gaunt-looking woman with long messy light blue hair matching the shade of Tabitha's, most likely her mother by the looks of it. Clutched tightly in her arms was a small doll, who she habitually seemed to rub against her cheek while scanning the surroundings with a paranoid gaze.
"What do you need?" Tabitha asks in a dull yet curious tone, bringing Matilda's attention back onto her.
"I was actually looking for my sister... I heard that you know of her... Tiffania is her name, longer than average ears, blonde hair,, too kind for her own good and is clumsy at most times, my guess is because of those disproportionate assets of her knocking her off balance." she states while smiling at Tabitha knowingly.
Tabitha pauses, letting out a huff of air and Matilda wasn't sure if she was pouting or not due to the girl's lack of expressiveness. Though, if she were in her position, she'd feel pretty annoyed at Tiffania for having such an overwhelming advantage in the 'breast' department.
Still, the girl shakes her head, focussing on Matilda with an analytical gaze, she was suspicious, no one should know Tabitha's relation to Michael or Tiffania, so it was a surprise for the latter's 'sister' to visit them suddenly... Still, she clearly knew Tiffania, and was familiar enough with her personality for it not to be a guess.
"You want to find Tiffania?" Tabitha clarifies, not sure what to make of the situation.
Matilda nods, "I've been looking for her ever since she fled her cabin. I made oaths to keep her safe and look after her, so I must find her no matter what." she assures.
Tabitha stares at Matilda for a good few seconds, eventually determining that she was telling the truth, "We can help, wait with us and we can take you to her." she states, gesturing inside the room.
Tabitha turns and walks inside, only for her mother to start shouting at them with a mad gleam in her eyes, "WHO ARE YOU!? WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE!? NO-NO-NO! YOU WON'T TAKE AWAY MY CHARLOTTE!" she screams, hugging the doll harder against her chest.
Tabitha lets out a sad sigh, "Mother, no one will harm you... This is one of my former teachers, Miss Longueville."
Matilda bows slightly, "Nice to meet you-"
"STAY BACK! NO ONE WILL TAKE HER! NEVER EVER NEVER!"
...
Tabitha leads Matilda to the opposite side of the room, sitting in one of the chairs and slouching her back as she leans on the table. "Forgive my mother, she is not healthy." she says ambiguously, not going further into detail.
Matilda nods, not really wanting to know more either. "It's fine. How long will we have to wait?" she asks, changing the subject.
Tabitha shrugs, "Not sure. Soon, hopefully." she says, glancing at her mother who was now lying in bed and continuously glaring at Matilda... The sooner they could get her healed the better... It was incredibly saddening to see her mother in such a stay, especially when she was the indirect cause of it.
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