[Closed Event Post: One Last Show for the Road]

[failsfromthecrypt]

::Aradia is in the apartment owned by Ashley and her two future brides. Doing her 'job' keeping the place cleaned and dealing with the worst habit of the girls: They leave their clothes hanging around.

'God why are they such slobs.

Oh right, they have me as a Slave.' she thinks to herself.::

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[failsfromthecrypt]

Rather pitiful, don't you think, my dear?

[failsfromthecrypt]

... Is that you, Master?

::Slowly looking at the grinning kitty cat with the prosthetic leg.::

[failsfromthecrypt]

I would certainly hope so!

[failsfromthecrypt]

You know it's dangerous to be here.

They're after you.

[failsfromthecrypt]

Quite aware.

Of which we have work to do.

[failsfromthecrypt]

You... have something to do?

[failsfromthecrypt]

::Hopping around the furniture.::

[failsfromthecrypt]

Yes. To save my other half from herself. And to ensure the line of witches is not corrupted by The Lady Da Eiza any further.

And I, of course, need your assistance Aradia.

[failsfromthecrypt]

I don't mind, Master, but...

[failsfromthecrypt]

Seeds of doubt in your mind?

[failsfromthecrypt]

Yes. Lady Walpurgia told me you made her cut off her face, cut off ties with her mother, erase her own past, and made her a biological computer...?

Those sound bad...? A little?

[failsfromthecrypt]

Ah.

Aisling is not incorrect, but I merely pushed her to do things she wanted to begin with: She hated her own past. She loathed being in her mother's shadow. She wanted to surpass her mother. And she didn't want to be alone.

Things she is doing now with her current scheme. Just doing it in an inferior manner.

[failsfromthecrypt]

Oh.

And what we're going to do is... better?

[failsfromthecrypt]

It is not, as the idiom goes, 'half-assed', my dear Gospel.

We will turn her 'wrong' happiest day of her life into her 'right' happiest day of her life, and cause the Coven of Witches of Truth and Illusions to flourish once more.

[failsfromthecrypt]

A-alright, Master Bohr!

[failsfromthecrypt]

Good, then let us take our leave, my dear!

::He motions her to follow, as her wraps into himself and pops into 'elsewhere'.::

[failsfromthecrypt]

R-right.

::Drops one of Kitty's bras on the floor and toddles, taking a turn to Qouth by Yast and vanishing to elsewhere.::