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Hildred & Castaigne
How annoying. Hildred had initially hoped that with his suggestion, the rogues would group up, and he'd be able to slip off to work his end, his way. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to be the case. Things never go as smoothly as one hoped, that much was to be expected at this point. The young man watches with a raised eyebrow as Twinkle has her 'heated argument' with her artificial partner, realizing very early on what thecrafty little piece of shit magical girl was up to. Form 'groups' with Hildred as the leader for one? Obviously, the other two present would opt to go with Vanguard - there was the non-zero chance that whoever decided to go off with him would never return, whereas Vanguard had already proven herself to be a steadfast, and more than capable leader. Thus, it would only be logical that Twinkle then planned to go with Hildred. Probably to observe him closely.
"Alright then, we'll play along," he telepathically communicates to Castaigne.
"Right into her hands? Alright." The creature agrees, albeit with slight reluctance. Well, whatever. This was Hildred's operation anyway, Castaigne was just fine doing as told.
"If you trust me enough to give me... this role, I suppose I have no choice to comply, hmm?" Hildred muses, glancing toward Vanguard who suggested that it would be unwise to leave him unprotected. Yeah, bullshit. What she meant was that it was unwise to leave him unsupervised. "Then, I suppose it's decided. Seeing as Castaigne is already accustomed to Wingy's magical energy, I think it's best if she and I form a group. Even if we were to run into trouble, with some extra magic energy, I can get two people out of a mess just fine." It was unfortunate that he was practically in the negatives in terms of MP, having exhausted his already limited pool. But, in this case, it worked somewhat to his advantage. He couldn't reveal too much of his capabilities even if he wanted to - drugs could only do so much, after all.
"If you'll allow me to make a couple of preparations, we can set out in the next twenty minutes. Though, I'm not sure if..." he looks over to Gigapuddin', who was practically melting into a puddle. Internally, Hildred scowls, though not a hint of it shows on the outside. Her form was amorphous, her anatomy was nowhere close to a human, and from what he'd heard earlier, she could regenerate and even go without certain organs. He already considered magical girls as monsters, but this one really had to take it to the literal level. Quite frankly, her form disgusted Hildred. She resembled more like a monster plucked straight out of Castaigne's bizarre stories than anything else. "If Gigapuddin' is even in any shape to be out in the field again." He quickly puts his train of thought aside and continues, ignoring the magical girl's little existential crisis.
"In any case, since we're already here, may as well take some useful items. There should be a janitor's closet somewhere - with luck, there'll be a handheld radio." Of course, he wasn't so short-sighted to not give them a burner phone or something of the like to maintain communications without the need of constant supervision from Castaigne, but what was the point of spoon-feeding them everything? None, that was the answer. In fact, it would be an active detriment to deliver them everything on a silver platter. "And as for Gigapuddin's condition, I can fetch you some of the Dark Site's drugs. Unless you're all brave enough to walk into a supermarket looking like you've all just escaped Alcatraz."
Abandoned Store | "Do they even know what a Supermarket is...?" "I sure fucking hope so, Castaigne."
How annoying. Hildred had initially hoped that with his suggestion, the rogues would group up, and he'd be able to slip off to work his end, his way. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to be the case. Things never go as smoothly as one hoped, that much was to be expected at this point. The young man watches with a raised eyebrow as Twinkle has her 'heated argument' with her artificial partner, realizing very early on what the
"Alright then, we'll play along," he telepathically communicates to Castaigne.
"Right into her hands? Alright." The creature agrees, albeit with slight reluctance. Well, whatever. This was Hildred's operation anyway, Castaigne was just fine doing as told.
"If you trust me enough to give me... this role, I suppose I have no choice to comply, hmm?" Hildred muses, glancing toward Vanguard who suggested that it would be unwise to leave him unprotected. Yeah, bullshit. What she meant was that it was unwise to leave him unsupervised. "Then, I suppose it's decided. Seeing as Castaigne is already accustomed to Wingy's magical energy, I think it's best if she and I form a group. Even if we were to run into trouble, with some extra magic energy, I can get two people out of a mess just fine." It was unfortunate that he was practically in the negatives in terms of MP, having exhausted his already limited pool. But, in this case, it worked somewhat to his advantage. He couldn't reveal too much of his capabilities even if he wanted to - drugs could only do so much, after all.
"If you'll allow me to make a couple of preparations, we can set out in the next twenty minutes. Though, I'm not sure if..." he looks over to Gigapuddin', who was practically melting into a puddle. Internally, Hildred scowls, though not a hint of it shows on the outside. Her form was amorphous, her anatomy was nowhere close to a human, and from what he'd heard earlier, she could regenerate and even go without certain organs. He already considered magical girls as monsters, but this one really had to take it to the literal level. Quite frankly, her form disgusted Hildred. She resembled more like a monster plucked straight out of Castaigne's bizarre stories than anything else. "If Gigapuddin' is even in any shape to be out in the field again." He quickly puts his train of thought aside and continues, ignoring the magical girl's little existential crisis.
"In any case, since we're already here, may as well take some useful items. There should be a janitor's closet somewhere - with luck, there'll be a handheld radio." Of course, he wasn't so short-sighted to not give them a burner phone or something of the like to maintain communications without the need of constant supervision from Castaigne, but what was the point of spoon-feeding them everything? None, that was the answer. In fact, it would be an active detriment to deliver them everything on a silver platter. "And as for Gigapuddin's condition, I can fetch you some of the Dark Site's drugs. Unless you're all brave enough to walk into a supermarket looking like you've all just escaped Alcatraz."