fandomtownies | The Infinite Consortium, Thursday Afternoon

It took less than an hour for Liliana to realize that her most recent set of armor was haunted. With a large sigh, she just stood in front of it, tapping her foot. "There are exactly two ways we can solve this," she informed the currently-sentient suit of plate mail. "You can either prove to me that you're willing to play nice, in which case, I'll allow you to stay, or you can prove to be recalcitrant, in which case I will give you an up close and personal reminder that I am the most powerful necromancer to walk the planes. Your choice."

The haunted armor didn't speak, but it did turn its helmet towards her, almost like it was evaluating, before creaking to a knee, helm bent in supplication.

"Excellent decision," Liliana approved. "You may rise. Arms out."

If an expressionless suit of armor could look dubious, this one did, but it extended its arms as commanded. "I'm assuming you were trained in more than just fighting, yes? The courtly graces?"

A slight bow, arms still out.

"Good," she said, and pulled out her phone. It was no magic music box, but it certainly did the trick. She pulled up a song, then stepped into the armor's personal space, taking one gauntlet in her hand, and tucking the other one against the small of her back. "Step on my toes and you'll regret it," she informed the animating spirit.

This time the armor looked insulted and immediately swept Liliana into a grand waltz around the shop. Step on her toes indeed. It would tirelessly dance with her and fight off her enemies, too.

There was no sign in the window today, the proprietress had gotten distracted.

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