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6/27/2025, 1:43:17 AM
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An unreadable expression crosses your face. The profane gift you granted her helps to release the inhibitions of those who receive it, letting all sorts of things that people normally keep repressed bubble to the top. In the case of Lady Brightspring, the slower burn you subjected her to first knocked loose her filter, letting her be more harsh with you. The part where she learns to love her future role in the brothels will come later. For Miss Abigail, it seems that you've unlocked an odd personality quirk that she's kept locked up tight.
Though, did she really? Or is she just embracing a desired role of 'Little Sis' that she wanted to play, but couldn't because the rest of her party was unreliable compared to her? Either way, you're not sure how you feel about this.
"Mistress is fine," you tell her, your tone flat as your gaze. "In fact, it is preferred that you refer to me as such. You can also go back to using 'I' now."
Abigail looks back to you with a pout. Does she think that looks cute? You've been examining her things, she's only a year younger than you. A twenty eight year old woman shouldn't make faces like that. She eventually says, "Abby will call Mistress Mistress. But Abby will still call Abby Abby, because it's always been Abby's fondest wish to become the Number One Most Adorable Little Sister in the World!"
Silence hangs in the air as she strikes a pose she no doubt believes is cute.
Robert stares at her. Stella stares at her. Bless his hate filled heart, Clint ignores his fallen 'Big Sis' and is still trying to glare you to death.
"Fine." You don't feel the need to press the issue. The corps did warn you that using the Blade of the Defiler to shortcut the corruption from a Profane Gift could result in your new minions having quirks. You just didn't think this sort of thing was on the table. "Just... continue. Gentle stab through the throat this time, I find that works better. And when you're done with Robert, bring the Blade here. There's something I need to do with it before you jam it into Clint..."
"Kaaaaaaaaay~!" Abigail turns from Mikhail's corpse to Robert with bright eyes and an innocent smile on her face.
Quickly and efficiently, she nicks his carotid artery... and that does the trick. The corruption seeps into his body, and he rises soon enough as a revenant, the light of consciousness gone from his eyes. Abigail cheerily hugs him and spins him around, celebrating that one of her 'little bros' gets to join her in service to their new mistress. It's strange to see how she's so cheery and animated, compared to the listless and unresponsive revenant trying to dance with her. Eventually, she remembers to bring you the sword, so that it can be prepared to raise Clint.
An unreadable expression crosses your face. The profane gift you granted her helps to release the inhibitions of those who receive it, letting all sorts of things that people normally keep repressed bubble to the top. In the case of Lady Brightspring, the slower burn you subjected her to first knocked loose her filter, letting her be more harsh with you. The part where she learns to love her future role in the brothels will come later. For Miss Abigail, it seems that you've unlocked an odd personality quirk that she's kept locked up tight.
Though, did she really? Or is she just embracing a desired role of 'Little Sis' that she wanted to play, but couldn't because the rest of her party was unreliable compared to her? Either way, you're not sure how you feel about this.
"Mistress is fine," you tell her, your tone flat as your gaze. "In fact, it is preferred that you refer to me as such. You can also go back to using 'I' now."
Abigail looks back to you with a pout. Does she think that looks cute? You've been examining her things, she's only a year younger than you. A twenty eight year old woman shouldn't make faces like that. She eventually says, "Abby will call Mistress Mistress. But Abby will still call Abby Abby, because it's always been Abby's fondest wish to become the Number One Most Adorable Little Sister in the World!"
Silence hangs in the air as she strikes a pose she no doubt believes is cute.
Robert stares at her. Stella stares at her. Bless his hate filled heart, Clint ignores his fallen 'Big Sis' and is still trying to glare you to death.
"Fine." You don't feel the need to press the issue. The corps did warn you that using the Blade of the Defiler to shortcut the corruption from a Profane Gift could result in your new minions having quirks. You just didn't think this sort of thing was on the table. "Just... continue. Gentle stab through the throat this time, I find that works better. And when you're done with Robert, bring the Blade here. There's something I need to do with it before you jam it into Clint..."
"Kaaaaaaaaay~!" Abigail turns from Mikhail's corpse to Robert with bright eyes and an innocent smile on her face.
Quickly and efficiently, she nicks his carotid artery... and that does the trick. The corruption seeps into his body, and he rises soon enough as a revenant, the light of consciousness gone from his eyes. Abigail cheerily hugs him and spins him around, celebrating that one of her 'little bros' gets to join her in service to their new mistress. It's strange to see how she's so cheery and animated, compared to the listless and unresponsive revenant trying to dance with her. Eventually, she remembers to bring you the sword, so that it can be prepared to raise Clint.
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