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Infinite Consortium, Monday
The box was giggling at her.
Liliana glared at the giant delivery box still waiting to be opened. She didn't much approve of giggling in general, even if she randomly fell prey to it herself, but she definitely didn't approve of random deliveries giggling before she'd even opened the damn lid.
"Hello?" she called, tapping on the side of the box.
Another giggle. And then "Ma-ma!"
"Absolutely not," Liliana declared. Her comfort with this entire charade was downgrading rapidly. On the plus side, it sounded like whatever this thing turned out to be, it was an artifact creature, not simply an artifact. While black mana could do practically nothing against pure artifacts, artifact creatures could be killed like any other.
"Ma-ma!" whatever was in the box called again. With another one of those giggles. It was a high-pitched and piercing noise, more like an...an upside down scream? That didn't even make sense, except for how it perfectly did. "Ma-ma!"
Liliana decided that no matter what it was that was in the box, she was just going to hit it with a death spell and call it good. No one could be said she wasn't sometimes even perhaps overly indulgent. The ambush chair that tried to eat her employees. The creepy clockwork creatures she'd let Dean deal with. Even those odd rock-paper-scissors creatures from a few weeks ago had been given the run of the store until nature had taken its course. But there were some things that even she refused to countenance. And she had decided, sight unseen, that whatever was in the box was one of those things she was going to refused.
And wouldn't you know it, her decision was completely vindicated upon first setting eyes on the creature. The box's lid had opened and suddenly there were legs. Spiked legs. Far, far too many spiked legs, all made of metal that was rusted and pitted. Legs that were, honestly, too big to have fit into that box, but she would wonder about the compactness later because if the legs were bad, she wasn't really sure that she had an appropriate word for the body those legs were attached to - a birdcage with a babydoll head floating in the middle of it. "Ma-ma!" The head repeated, staring at her with big blue eyes. "Ma-ma, hug!"
"Absolutely fucking not," Liliana said. Her eyes flared purple and in a sepulcher voice that echoed slightly, she cast a spell meant to immediately destroy whatever it was targeted at. "Annihilate."
Nothing happened. Wait, no, that wasn't true. Liliana glanced down to see that her arm was bleeding from a small slash. Her blood glinted on one of the spikes and the doll's head giggled. "What the--? Blood Curdle." Another immediate death spell that had no effect, another giggle, another bleeding slash. "Chain Assassination!" Nothing. "Chill to the Bone!" Nada. "Breathe Your Last!" Other than proving that she knew a very large number of spells that could instantly kill a creature, nothing Liliana tried seemed to work, other than to give her another cut to contend with. She even summoned death itself to coat her very skin and then grasped the cage in case that it needed touch to deliver it, but rather than having the cage rust to pieces as the creature died, the same amount of nothing happened.
Well, except for that next cut, of course, clean and precise.
"Ma-ma!" the creature giggled. Silly! Then, more reproachfully. "Ma-ma." Naughty. And finally, full of a dark glee. "Ma-ma!" Time to die!
As Liliana watched, the already horrific creature turned into something truly monstrous, expanding to something far bigger and stronger than was really necessary. The tops of the legs were of a height with the shelves and the doll's head in the cage was now roughly half the size of her entire body. Easily big enough that one of those serrated legs could saw through a goodly chunk of her. And from the horrific smile on the doll's face as it raised its leg, it had come to that same conclusion.
"Eat to Extinction."
One moment the monstrous giggling thing was bringing its leg down to skewer her, the next it was gone, exiled from this plane by her command. Liliana stood, panting, aware that she needed to bind her wounds but far more concerned with one more very important question.
"What the fuck was that?!"
Liliana glared at the giant delivery box still waiting to be opened. She didn't much approve of giggling in general, even if she randomly fell prey to it herself, but she definitely didn't approve of random deliveries giggling before she'd even opened the damn lid.
"Hello?" she called, tapping on the side of the box.
Another giggle. And then "Ma-ma!"
"Absolutely not," Liliana declared. Her comfort with this entire charade was downgrading rapidly. On the plus side, it sounded like whatever this thing turned out to be, it was an artifact creature, not simply an artifact. While black mana could do practically nothing against pure artifacts, artifact creatures could be killed like any other.
"Ma-ma!" whatever was in the box called again. With another one of those giggles. It was a high-pitched and piercing noise, more like an...an upside down scream? That didn't even make sense, except for how it perfectly did. "Ma-ma!"
Liliana decided that no matter what it was that was in the box, she was just going to hit it with a death spell and call it good. No one could be said she wasn't sometimes even perhaps overly indulgent. The ambush chair that tried to eat her employees. The creepy clockwork creatures she'd let Dean deal with. Even those odd rock-paper-scissors creatures from a few weeks ago had been given the run of the store until nature had taken its course. But there were some things that even she refused to countenance. And she had decided, sight unseen, that whatever was in the box was one of those things she was going to refused.
And wouldn't you know it, her decision was completely vindicated upon first setting eyes on the creature. The box's lid had opened and suddenly there were legs. Spiked legs. Far, far too many spiked legs, all made of metal that was rusted and pitted. Legs that were, honestly, too big to have fit into that box, but she would wonder about the compactness later because if the legs were bad, she wasn't really sure that she had an appropriate word for the body those legs were attached to - a birdcage with a babydoll head floating in the middle of it. "Ma-ma!" The head repeated, staring at her with big blue eyes. "Ma-ma, hug!"
"Absolutely fucking not," Liliana said. Her eyes flared purple and in a sepulcher voice that echoed slightly, she cast a spell meant to immediately destroy whatever it was targeted at. "Annihilate."
Nothing happened. Wait, no, that wasn't true. Liliana glanced down to see that her arm was bleeding from a small slash. Her blood glinted on one of the spikes and the doll's head giggled. "What the--? Blood Curdle." Another immediate death spell that had no effect, another giggle, another bleeding slash. "Chain Assassination!" Nothing. "Chill to the Bone!" Nada. "Breathe Your Last!" Other than proving that she knew a very large number of spells that could instantly kill a creature, nothing Liliana tried seemed to work, other than to give her another cut to contend with. She even summoned death itself to coat her very skin and then grasped the cage in case that it needed touch to deliver it, but rather than having the cage rust to pieces as the creature died, the same amount of nothing happened.
Well, except for that next cut, of course, clean and precise.
"Ma-ma!" the creature giggled. Silly! Then, more reproachfully. "Ma-ma." Naughty. And finally, full of a dark glee. "Ma-ma!" Time to die!
As Liliana watched, the already horrific creature turned into something truly monstrous, expanding to something far bigger and stronger than was really necessary. The tops of the legs were of a height with the shelves and the doll's head in the cage was now roughly half the size of her entire body. Easily big enough that one of those serrated legs could saw through a goodly chunk of her. And from the horrific smile on the doll's face as it raised its leg, it had come to that same conclusion.
"Eat to Extinction."
One moment the monstrous giggling thing was bringing its leg down to skewer her, the next it was gone, exiled from this plane by her command. Liliana stood, panting, aware that she needed to bind her wounds but far more concerned with one more very important question.
"What the fuck was that?!"
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She was just going to pretend the bit where it had grown to six times its size and nearly crushed her hadn't happened. She'd still had several tricks up her sleeve before it could have gotten her anyway.
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Especially if the package is calling you "ma-ma".
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A pause. "If you get any crates that are giggling or calling you mama, contact me immediately."
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Actually it would be the 112th but who's counting?
"But I see your point. Best to let those who can handled indestructible creatures do their job while I eat burritos."
Which he promptly shoved the remaining quarter of it into his mouth and crumpled up the wrapped. Which he totally put in the trash can and not just toss it on the floor if Lili hadn't been here.
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"And do you feel confident your 'god' will bring you back after you let me kick in heaven's door?"
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And we all know how Lili feels about angels.
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"I still don't know if you want to bet your literal life on it, but if you die and are being held hostage by angels, find a way to let me know and I will happily destroy a few on your behalf."
Sure, Lili. 'His' behalf.
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She eyed him a little warily. "Well, if you know this is your last life, you cat-in-questionable-clothing, do attempt to spend it a little less freely, would you? I certainly don't want to become permanently responsible for your curse boxes."
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"Heh. Ass mouth."
Then again 12 year old humor is pretty much his personality most of the time.
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"The Cindermaw," she said, going for a different translation.
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