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Chapter 38: Week 6, Part IIChapter Text

The two of you jog with Taylor on Wednesday morning. Well, Crystal and Taylor jog, and you follow behind and look at their butts. Crystal's is as perfect as normal, but surprisingly Taylor is wearing tight yoga pants instead of the baggy sweats she had preferred. The skinny girl's ass isn't much to look at, but her legs are amazing.

Anyhow, the girls chat until Taylor splits off to head back to her house. On your way back to your apartment, the two of you discuss your plans for the day. You're supposed to be healing with Pan-pan, and Crystal was going to hang with S Klub after classes, but you fill her in on your plans to spy on the Undersiders in the evening so she can make excuses to the girls on why you're not there. You do promise to be available for the party they all want to go to tomorrow, though.

On the way back Crystal gets a text from Amy asking her if she's 'heard from Warlock this morning'. You take the hint and hop over to the lair. Amy's sent a couple of texts, but they all end by asking you to call her, so you just go ahead and do that.

The phone barely has time to dial before she picks it up. "Warlock!" The wind noise tells you that she's probably being shipped to Arcadia via Glory Express.

"What's the problem, my dear?"

Amy's voice drops down to a irritated mutter. "Someone decided that they're going out with their boyfriend right after school and they have an appointment for a couple's massage that they just 'can't miss'. I know I said something about how you couldn't just pick me up at school, but…. could you pick me up after school? Please?"

[X][School] Pick her up on a motorcycle

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"I can totally pick you up, my dear. Just text me as you walk out the front door and be ready to go."

"Uh…" she audibly hesitates, "you're not gonna do something embarrassing are you?"

You pull back and stare at the phone. "Do you honestly think I'd do that do you?"

"No," you hear her mutter softly, "sorry."

"Not a problem, just let me know when you're ready, sweetheart."

You spend some of your free time in the morning and early afternoon practicing with the motorcycle to make sure that Diego's skills have come over correctly. Pulling Aelfie into the planning, she's helpful with getting the timing of some things correct; she doesn't quite understand how a motorcycle works, but apparently some warriors did similar things with horses, so the vague plan you have in mind isn't new to her.

You're already in place by the time you get the text from Amy telling you she's walking outside. Firing up the custom motorcycle you lane split at speed while disillusioned right until you're at the entrance to the school. As you pass the barrier you rev the engine higher and dispel the invisibility, appearing out of nowhere on a black-and-chrome steed with wheels of fire.

Amy has stopped part way down the stairs leading to the pick-up line and is gaping as you thread your way between cars. Your sexy jailbait girlfriend is wearing something like a Catholic-school-girl version of a Slytherin uniform, with a dark green plaid skirt, black tights or stockings, and a tight green sweater. The snake, charmed silver, is acting like a belt with its head draped over the curve of her hip.

You pull up right in front of the girl and smokejump to the step below her and hold out your hand. "Shall we, my dear?"

Eyes wide, Amy puts her hand in yours and you mime a kiss to the back before leading her down the rest of the stairs to the bike, standing upright in defiance of physics.

"You're not wearing your coat?" she murmurs out of the corner of her mouth.

"No, it'd catch on the back wheel. Problem?"

"All of the girls are staring at your ass!"

You chuckle and produce a helmet from thin air with your mask airbrushed on the front. Amy slides it on her head as you take her backpack and purse and 'magic them away' thanks to Aelfie.

With the helmet on you can talk to her via the enchantment on it. "And every man here is going to have wet dreams about your sexy self strutting down those stairs, so I think we're even." You lift her over the bike and her skirt rides up just enough to show you that she's wearing stockings and you don't bother to hold in your pleased groan. "Did Aelfie give those to you?"

"Yep." There might be a bit of smug in her tone, but you're okay with that.

Hopping on as well, you make sure she's holding on tight and rev the bike. A blonde streak resolves itself into Glory Girl hovering next to you and you hear Amy's irritated huff in your ear. "May I help you, Victoria?" you ask as you snag her hand and mime a kiss to it as well.

You and the bike get a once-over and a tiny lip nibble. "Are you seriously going to ride a motorcycle that's on fire all the way to the hospital?" Vicky asks.

You gently push the flying cape back a few feet. "Of course not, dear girl. We're going to fly."

Dumping the clutch the rear wheel squeals as it bursts into flame. Amy's arms squeeze you even harder as the front wheel comes off the ground and you wheelie for a hundred feet or so before the bike lifts off the pavement fully, trailing fire. The only noise you're getting from your passenger is a high-pitched squeal that you're unsure is good or bad, but you swing around to take another pass by the front of Arcadia and she loosens one hand long enough to wave at her sister before you move out of the airspace and disappear into smoke.

The portkey you'd queued up drops you above Brockton General's campus a second later, and you idle back down as you slowly glide in to a landing in front of the therapy center. Hopping off the bike again you turn to help your girlfriend off and get an almost-vibrating armful of Amy.

"That. Was. Awesome! Can we go driving normally sometime too?"

Swinging her around you hold her curvy body to you before reluctantly setting her down. "Sure. If you're really looking for something powerful between your legs other than me, I can even teach you to ride it."

Pulling her helmet off, you take her hand and walk towards the doors. Time to heal so you can play later.

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After picking Amy up, you find yourself healing at Brockton General's physical therapy center. It's not just people with sports injuries—you and Amy find yourself regrowing limbs (she's faster), fixing burned skin (you're faster, oddly), and fixing old ladies' arthritis among other issues. It's quite a bit different from how healing goes in the hospital, with them wheeling people in and out. Here you're walking from room to room and fixing groups of people with similar injuries at a time. You are a little afraid that eliminating the aches of the entire knitting circle will end up with you (or your lawyer, who handles packages for you) buried in hand-knit robes, but you'll find a way to deal.

At the end of your first hour the two of you commandeer a break room so you can take you mask off and both of you can relax. Giving Amy a kiss, you both grab a drink and you see an opening when she pulls out her phone and starts browsing what looks like capefixxx.

"So, I found out that people have started writing fanfic about me."

Amy pauses for just a second before she calmly takes a sip of her own drink. "Oh really?"

You sit down and pull out your own phone and pull up your account. You haven't set the story to be published, but all it's waiting on is a button-press. "Yeah, like multiple thousands of words about me have sprung up in just the last like two weeks."

"I look at stuff about me occasionally just to keep up with it, but you could probably just ignore it," Amy offers.

"Nah, I think it's fascinating. Like there's the one story where I apparently have some kind of relationship with Gallant of all people." You sigh and look over at her pinking slightly. You wait until she finishes swallowing her drink before you continue. "At least they have me topping, I ain't no bottom bitch.

"But anyhow, I found another pretty interesting story. It only has two chapters at the moment, but it stars me and you." Looking over inside her head, there are warning sirens blaring and she's unconsciously considering using her portkey to try and escape. "So it got stuck in my head and I just couldn't sleep last night until I wrote a little chapter in response."

The mental sirens taper off with a funny little squawk as her head turns slowly to look at you. "You did?"

"Yep." You publish the story and send her a link, "Here, read it and tell me what you think. I hope you get a little thrill out of it."

There's dead silence as she starts reading, going progressively redder as she continues. In the hallway you can feel the admin moving in your direction, probably to ask if you're done with your break, so you stand and wrap your arms around her from behind. Even her breathing stops as you murmur in her ear.

"Does it feel good when someone writes an omake to your story?"

Amy's lips part right as Tabitha knocks on the door. "Are you ready to continue?"

"Sure thing, just let me put my mask back on." Ducking back down you place a kiss right behind Amy's ear. "By the way, d'you know what happened to the buttplug?"

"Ehhhhhhhhh….."

You stand back up and put your mask back on as you continue to muse out loud. "I guess I could try and summon it. But there was a command it had that would make it start vibrating. I might give that a try and see if I can hear it first." You open the door and look back. "I think the command was something like vibrit."

Panacea does a wonderful job of pretending the plug didn't just suddenly spring to life in her ass. "M-maybe Aelfie put it away?"

Standing and walking beside you, there's a noticeable extra sway in her hips and you can't help but trail a hand down her back to pat her bottom. "Perhaps."

Over the course of the next hour you play with the plug's settings, never going high enough to really risk Amy getting caught out, but enough to keep her on a slow simmer.

Come the next break, Amy closes the door behind her and stares at you with a…healthy glow on her face. "You knew."

"I did!" You smile as she scowls. "I would never do anything to make you embarrass yourself in public though." You step closer to her, backing her against the wall. "Do you like this teasing?" Looming over her you look down and catch her eyes. "Do you like it when I control the plug in your ass?"

Amy brings her hands up and plays with the ankh at her neck. "Y-yes."

"So you like the idea of wearing my symbol, the one that marks you as mine?"

Her lips part ever so little and she softly whispers yes.

"I wasn't going to start like this. I was planning on sweeping you up in my arms and carrying you to my bed," you take her hands in yours and press kisses to the back of each, "tenderly strip you bare and make slow, gentle love to you." Turning her hands over you kiss her palms before wrapping one hand around her wrists and pinning them to the wall above her head. "And I still want to do that, but I think you're also a sexy, kinky little minx and you want a little spice, not just vanilla. Is that right?"

Amy's dilated pupils tell you all you need to know, but she still bites her lip and nods at you.

You murmur the green/yellow/red directions to her before you continue. "Actually, yesterday I was reading your stories and when I decided to write a response Crystal was sitting right next to me. So she started reading your stories."

"Oh god…"

You tsk softly. "Your cousin is so childish sometimes though, she giggled about something and so I tied her up," you flick your eyes to her hands still pinned above you, "stripped her down and made her read all of your stories with a vibrator in her pussy and plug inside her ass."

Amy's thighs are grinding against each other as she stares right into your eyes. She's paying full attention to what you're saying and each word is ratcheting her arousal higher.

"When I was done I pulled her up—still tied—and made her submit her body to me." You run a severing-charm enhanced finger down her chest and part both blouse and bra before laying your warm hand on her belly. Amy arches into your touch as you kiss her roughly before you pull back. "You want to submit to me as well, don't you?"

"Ohmygodyes…"

"Anyone could walk in on us and they'd see you, your hips rocking, aching for my cock. They'd know you're mine, wouldn't they?"

"Yessssss…"

Brushing your hand back up you uncover one pale, puffy nipple and trail a magic-enhanced finger around the areola. "You've been so good, so submissive, that you deserve to cum." You slide your hand down over her skirt to cup her pussy as she whispers a little prayer.

"Oh god yes please James…"

You pause at that and give her a frown. "What did you call me?"

She blinks, swallows, and blinks again before her eyes go wide. "Master! M-master, please, I'm sorry!"

You chuckle and trail your hand down far enough to feel where her smooth skin gives way to silk stocking-tops and back up to the treasure between her thighs. "Much better, my dear." You slip the lace of her panties aside and collect some of her wetness with your finger. Bringing it to your lips you taste her as she watches you, humming as her heady taste reaches your tongue.

"Unfortunately I think we might be out of time, so you'll have to wait until we're done healing, someone could walk in…."

"Master, please no, let your mistress cum!"

"Fuck, you're perfect," you groan, sliding your hand into her panties and through the thatch over her slit, and slip one finger into her tight, sweltering depths. You levitate her off the floor so you can get a better angle, add a second finger and hook them against her g-spot as you bring your thumb down on her clit. A thought ramps up the intensity of the plug in her ass as well as you read her mind to bring her right to the edge of orgasm.

"God, you are so fucking tight. I'm going to absolutely ruin you with my cock." You growl into her ear, "You'll never fit anyone else but me, will you?"

"No," she whispers.

"Who am I?"

"Master," she says, like a prayer.

A spark of magic throws her over the edge and you swallow the full-throated moan that she gives as she comes undone in your arms. Her mind has whited-out in pleasure and she bucks against you furiously. You coax her through another, less-violent peak, then a third. Finally wrung out, you bring her into your arms and carry her over to a chair and cuddle her in your lap.

A few gentle cleaning charms clear the sweat from her brow and you give her little sips of water as she recovers. "Are you okay, Amy?"

She rolls her head on your shoulder and finally looks up at you. "I thought I was going to die."

"Of pleasure, I hope."

One of the softest, sweetest smiles you've ever seen steals its way onto her face. "Yes." She blinks at you, "Um, master."

You kiss her forehead and pull her tighter to you, "No baby, just Warlock, or even James—I've made sure no one's listening."

"So no one would've walked in on us?"

"Of course not! You're mine, I'm not gonna let just anyone walk in and see you!" You chuckle a bit as she burrows closer to you. "Now, that said, we probably have like ten minutes before Tabitha comes knocking." You absently start repairing her clothes, although you take it slow and make sure that plenty of skin contact is involved.

Amy rubs her head against your chest, reminding you of nothing more than a big cat. "M'kay."

By the time Tabitha does show up Amy has mostly managed to get herself together, although she has a hell of a glow about her. Her bedside manner goes from brusque to saintly as she serenely heals everyone she comes into contact with. There has to be half a dozen guys who fell hard in lust just watching her sway her sexy hips past them as she walked around with a broad smile on her face.

You want to keep this beautiful creature that Amy's become all to yourself for just a bit longer, so as soon as you leave the center you whisk her off to your lair. Aelfie provides a light dinner and the two of you chat as you eat before you pick her up and carry your brunette girlfriend to the bed.

Once there she reaches for your pants but you take her hands in yours and kiss her. "Nope, not right now. Right now we're not master and mistress; we're boyfriend and girlfriend and we're just going to make out for a bit. Not everything has to be heavy, let's just enjoy ourselves."

You sit on the bed and are immediately pounced on by a wild Amy. The two of you spend some time kissing and exploring each other's body. As much as you really want to fuck her into a puddle of satisfied goo, you're afraid to push quite that fast. Instead, you both lose the shirts after a bit and you trace the freckles that lead into her cleavage with fingers and tongue, while Amy runs her hands along your muscles and leaves little bite marks along your neck and pecs that she pointedly doesn't heal.

Unfortunately you find that while your girlfriend's puffy nipples are incredibly sensitive, they're not quite sensitive enough for her to cum from them alone. A magic tongue solves that issue, and you discover that a relaxed Amy gets very giggly after an orgasm. You explore that particular revelation a bit more until you realize that she's going to be expected back at the Pelham house soon and pull away from her with a last kiss.

Amy tries her best pout to lure you back, but you pull her to sit at the edge of the bed and summon a set of platinum bracelets. Fastening them around her wrists you slide the ring on your finger and watch as she pokes at the symbol of the Hallows that dangle from each band.

"Want to guess what they do?"

"Mark me as yours?" Amy asks with a smile.

"Well yes," you smile back at her, "but also this."

The bracelets glow faintly before a leash of light springs into existence between your hand and her neck at the same time her wrists snap together behind her. With a gentle tug she comes off the bed and ends up right in your personal space. Dismissing the leash, you gather her into your arms as she turns her face up to you. You summon her phone and hand it to her. "Take a couple of pictures of us and show them to Crystal when you talk to her next—in person only."

That unleashes a bit of a monster as you're prodded into a number of provocative poses both with your mask on and off but with your face blurred slightly. She seems to especially enjoy the ones with the leash showing brightly and the video she had you take where she asks you to change the ankh to your symbol, 'so that everyone will know you own me, master.'"

After a few more kisses, Amy finally heads back to the Pelhams' and you change into your costume. Aelfie pops in and gives you a look. "You left the present under her pillow?"

"Yes, but your present not full-sized!"

"Small steps, Aelfie. Was the note with it?"

The house-elf nods, and you head into the scrying chamber to verify that the Undersiders are still heading out. Ten minutes of peering in a mirror later and you find them still getting read and hashing out last minute changes to the path they're considering taking. You head back out and ask Aelfie to remain on Crystal-watching duty, fire off a couple of texts to the girls to let them know you'll be 'busy' and pop over next door to the warehouse that Coil's pet capes will be hitting.

As much as you'd like to booby-trap the place with pranks you decide to take the high road (for once) and just monitor the situation. You're curious what Coil finally decided on for the mission; he had pondered requesting they retrieve some of the drugs and do a drop-off, but assumed that Grue would object. He was considering having Tattletale take some anyway to test her limits of what she found acceptable.

While you wait for the night's entertainment you sign in to PHO and post a link to that slashfic in your thread—well, not directly, the last thing you want is the evil electronic eye of Dragon looking your way, but the link to search results of 'Warlock/Gallant' with a chibi Clockblocker exclaiming 'Bullshit!' starts a flood of people overreacting to some serious bromance. Really, just because the docking/sounding scene was physically impossible was no reason to call the story horribly written! You respond to a couple of posts explaining that you actually do have enough olive oil to coat two guys like that—buying in bulk saves money after all.

Leaving that cesspit to fester for a bit after your last sally, you watch as the Undersiders approach on Bitch's dogs. They're taking their time and scanning the sky, so you turn to the mirror you had repaired and scry Tattletale again. At this range it only takes two or three minutes to form the image, and they're barely at the side door they've decided to slip in.

Regent is actually the one who jimmies the lock—he pulls a bump key and pops it open in less than a minute. You'd already checked for people, so you're unsurprised when they encounter no issues with people hiding inside. Lisa directs Grue and Regent to where a small amount of money is stashed, and while the guys collect that and Bitch stands guard outside she grabs any documentation she can find and sneaks cocaine and what you think is Adderall into the backpack she's carrying.

Once the three inside come together they head back out to pull a number of gas cans off the dogs. They head back inside to spread a little liquid love and you kill the scry to look around.

…you are completely unsurprised to see a floating platform about three miles out. You've been having such a good week, something was bound to happen.

Rune's not heading directly towards you, but depending on how fast things start smoking it's completely possible that the Undersiders will have a bit of a fight on their hands. A Supersensory charm tells you that Rune and Victor are present, along with a third figure you've never seen personally. They're wearing a Nazi uniform along with a WWII-vintage gas mask. Coil's information calls him 'Nebeltrupp', and he's some kind of indirect-fire Blaster.

You…

[X][Undersiders] Wait to see if there's an issue, then step in

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The back-and-forth scan pattern that L'il Miss Nazi is flying sweeps just far enough so that they have a line of sight on one of Bitch's dogs. Victor has some kind of optic and immediately starts gesturing to the other two and heading directly for the warehouse.

The Undersiders walk back out and start getting onto their rides. Given that you can see in the dark and have super-senses, you're not sure what the visibility is for normal people.

Neville Nebeltrupp turns to the pile of rubble on the back of the platform and puts a hand on it. The junk shrinks and turns into missiles or rockets, all growing out of the rubble at an angle. Victor makes some gestures, and two of the rockets move to follow them, pivoting left and up before launching into the sky with a howling scream.

That seems to get Tattletale's attention, and the dogs get the spurs put to them. Seconds after they clear the area, the rockets hit and explode into clouds of oily smoke. The second set of rockets—launched moments after the first—hit ahead of the dogs and Tattletale is the only one to cover her face in time as the group charges through.

You apparate past them and watch as the dogs stumble out of the cloud and tag each cape as they emerge. Grue, in his motorcycle helmet, seems largely unaffected. Tattletale seems…okayish. Regent and Bitch are swaying and wiping at their eyes behind masks, but the dogs seem to have been the worst hit. There's a chorus of pained yelps and their heads toss as whatever they ran through apparently starts burning eyes and noses. Grue floods the area with more smoke—unfortunately a completely different color than what they ran through—as the group stumbles towards another warehouse that Tattletale points out.

The Nazi party has closed the distance some, and Nebel sends up another set of rockets that pepper the roof of the warehouse, blowing chunks out.

Inside the battered structure, the markers gather together and go… down somehow. You don't know if there's some kind of sewer entrance or smuggling tunnels or what, but they're below street level and halfway across the street before another ripple-fire of rockets tears the rest of the roof off.

Down the street you can see headlights from at least two vehicles approaching at speed.

You….

[X][Rocketman] Attack the platform

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Rune's platform seems close enough, so you smokejump to it and snatch the smaller wannabe-wizard, stunning her and apparating to the far roof in the space of two breaths.

Dropping the red-and-black-robed girl you turn and watch the platform perform a bellyflop from about thirty feet up. "Aelfie, take her to the lair and keep her stunned."

You smokejump down and stun both capes before flicking diagnostics at them. Nebel has two broken legs, a couple of cracked ribs, and a concussion from where he toppled over, but Victor is break-free, although he's going to be one big walking bruise. "Both of these guys too, Aelfie."

Nebel disappears as the first truck rolls up and four skinheads leap from the bed. "Get back you cocksucker!" one yells, brandishing a pistol one-handed.

A light mental touch lets you know exactly how much pressure there is on that trigger and where he's aiming. "Nah, mate."

He fires and you shield even though the shot would have gone wide right. You laugh and smokejump behind the group, stunning them and the two guys in the truck before turning to face the van that's coming up on you. You hit it with a transfiguration and meld all the doors shut and windows up and charm the glass unbreakable. Almost immediately after there's a muzzle flash and everyone visible clutches their ears and (probably) screams.

Fucking idiots.

You look back and see that Victor has been popped away by your elf. Walking over to the van you lift it up on a platform of asphalt to keep them from driving off and burn a copy of your mask into both sides. Taking a couple of pictures you wave to the gesturing idiots inside, stick the other idiots in the bed of the bed of the truck and smokejump away to check in on the Undersiders.

Their tracers are a block away when you catch up. They're inside a different building and recovering. The dogs are out of their meatsuits and seem to be unaffected now, while Regent and Bitch have wet cloths and are dabbing at their eyes. Tattletale is doing the same while talking into a phone. Grue is stalking around, hands flexing and leaking little bits of smoke as he tries to stand guard. They'll probably be fine waiting for a pick-up, right?

[X][Undersiders] Just leave

Back at your lair you transfigure three cells, silence them, charm them impenetrable, and heal the major injuries of the two guys. You also remove hidden weapons and possible tracking devices, and ensure the phones you took from them are turned off, although with the unplottable wards you put up yesterday your phone no longer seemed to be able to find you when you were under the wards.

You do a quick scan of Rune's head—as you vaguely remember from her backstory her family had stopped being obviously racist, but she fell back in with the hardline parts of the Herren clan. After being more-or-less pushed off on Kaiser by her uncle for money and status, she's actually wondering if all of this bullshit is worth it. Make no mistake, she's still racist as hell, but she's increasingly convinced that what Kaiser's doing isn't advancing white supremacy, but instead just pissing around accomplishing nothing.

Nebeltrupp is actually one of Derek's cousins—Nick—having triggered only recently. Apparently the Herren clan has a method to kinda force triggers that involves what you would consider a redneck spirit quest, drugs, and something like hypnotherapy. You suspect the work of a Master of some kind, because a quick skim of his memories shows him at a meeting of the clan about a month ago and then he's suddenly living a WWII war highlight reel with explosions and the entire Red Army closing in on him. He gets shot and his squadmates are all wounded and about to die when he snaps and triggers. And apparently he was actually shot, you know, for verisimilitude.

You saved Victor for last. The skill leech is a pretty true believer in white supremacy, actually loved his original fiancee, and goes out of his way to target non-whites with his knowledge vampire powers. He and Othala have a rocky marriage—neither wanted it, but Joseph's (his real name's) power was unique enough that the Herren clan wanted him brought into the fold.

Joseph has a fancy-sounding job title as part of the HR department in Medhall that lets him go anywhere he wants in the building and make numerous trips outside the city. He's used this to meet with other pharmaceutical researchers working with other companies to try and recruit them and drained their knowledge partially or completely. This is also when he has affairs—he has all the skill in the world to hide the fact that he sleeps around, but prefers not to.

You brain dump Victor, but the sheer weight of the random-ass skills he has accumulated means it's going to take a while to filter all of them into your consciousness. It's late enough tonight that you really don't feel like trying to chain-apparate to New York to turn them over would be a good idea since you have a meeting tomorrow morning, so you make sure Aelfie is willing to watch them and turn in for the night. Perhaps you can delegate turning them over to Calle in the morning as well…

[X][Prisoners] Talk to Quinn Calle and let him handle contacting the NY PRT

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You text Quinn that you captured three E88 capes and that the local joint's full, does he have any contacts with the NY PRT?

There a bit of back-and-forth, but he does know a guy, so he does his thing while you set up cameras to record the napping Nazis and make sure they have food, water, some random books, and a nook to use the bathroom in, even if the toilets just use conjured water and vanish waste. You also stick notes giving a simple description of what's going to happen ('You are being monitored, do not try to escape or you will be rendered unconscious, you will be turned in to the NY PRT as soon as arrangements are made. Have a great day!'), and retire to bed.

In the morning you hop over to check them out and Nebel is unconscious, having apparently tried to use one of the walls to create rockets with, Victor is meticulously going over every inch of the place to try and find a way to break out, and Rune has her face in a book. You'd assume that she wasn't bothered by her predicament if her grip on the old novel wasn't white-knuckled and she didn't seem to be turning pages at all. None of the cages face each other, so they don't know for sure if the others got away or not.

[X][Jail] Write-in

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Wait, didn't Rune trigger in solitary? You wince and expand the cell a bit—it was already ten-by-ten or so, but you add some additional space and charm one wall to be a window.

"Aelfie?" you call, then kneel to talk to the elf when she pops in. "The girl has had problems with being jailed before. If she starts looking panicked, knock her out."