Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT, v4]

[Third Kingdom]

//I have a faint feeling not a lot of what Third Kingdom is saying is IC

OOC: Yeah, that's usually how it is. I still treat it as so. It's kinda a thing we do every now and then.
Though a character IC hint towards things that happen OC when interacting with him.
With him he kinda is his own character, in a constant IC OC style.
He's been around for a long while. Probably a little drunk as he usually is. As it happens from time to time.
I feel we go a ways back, this use to be the norm when he was more active.

that istrue. yet we remain ilonger than i shoukldve

"Should've, would've,
could've. We are still around. You drunk and I tired. And that's how things are, I guess. "

Just tired this time wish i was drunk

[Maori Empire]

Seeing the tables go up with the food and such, Aroha and her guard once again return to the bar, the Maori queen figuring this is what that shadow-woman meant by a feast.

"So... is this the feast you'd promised us?" The Queen said. "Can't wait."

[Deltanium]

"Oh, so what's going on here?" said the Kaiserin in her everyday clothes (An unzipped leather jacket with a white T-shirt and really short jean-shorts)

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"Oh, so what's going on here?" said the Kaiserin in her everyday clothes (An unzipped leather jacket with a white T-shirt and really short jean-shorts)

"Oh, nothing. Just the casual ghost-girl-shadow and Maori queen having dinner in the corner there. Some lovely old bugger in a suit that's worth more than Switzerland just pounded in the Scout from Team Fortress 2 so hard he turned Japanese. And, amazingly, I haven't been killed for about presumably 30 minutes since my arrival. Good timing, I suppose." Pieter explained as he sipped his SoulStorm brew.

"Other than that, same old. Anyways, how are you going, lass?" the dictator said.

[Low bloods]

Seeing the tables go up with the food and such, Aroha and her guard once again return to the bar, the Maori queen figuring this is what that shadow-woman meant by a feast.

"So... is this the feast you'd promised us?" The Queen said. "Can't wait."

"Yes, I figured everyone would be hungry to some extent,
so I prepared this." Kairi nods

"Oh, so what's going on here?" said the Kaiserin in her everyday clothes (An unzipped leather jacket with a white T-shirt and really short jean-shorts)

"Oh, nothing. Just the casual ghost-girl-shadow and Maori queen having dinner in the corner there. Some lovely old bugger in a suit that's worth more than Switzerland just pounded in the Scout from Team Fortress 2 so hard he turned Japanese. And, amazingly, I haven't been killed for about presumably 30 minutes since my arrival. Good timing, I suppose." Pieter explained as he sipped his SoulStorm brew.

"Other than that, same old. Anyways, how are you going, lass?" the dictator said.

"You can join in if you want. I kinda made an amount for the whole place." She nods "Also, nice description of me, pretty accurate."

[Deltanium]

"Oh, so what's going on here?" said the Kaiserin in her everyday clothes (An unzipped leather jacket with a white T-shirt and really short jean-shorts)

"Oh, nothing. Just the casual ghost-girl-shadow and Maori queen having dinner in the corner there. Some lovely old bugger in a suit that's worth more than Switzerland just pounded in the Scout from Team Fortress 2 so hard he turned Japanese. And, amazingly, I haven't been killed for about presumably 30 minutes since my arrival. Good timing, I suppose." Pieter explained as he sipped his SoulStorm brew.

"Other than that, same old. Anyways, how are you going, lass?" the dictator said.

"Oh, I am fine. Anyone you recommend interacting with?" said the Kaiserin while smoking a cigarette

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"Oh, nothing. Just the casual ghost-girl-shadow and Maori queen having dinner in the corner there. Some lovely old bugger in a suit that's worth more than Switzerland just pounded in the Scout from Team Fortress 2 so hard he turned Japanese. And, amazingly, I haven't been killed for about presumably 30 minutes since my arrival. Good timing, I suppose." Pieter explained as he sipped his SoulStorm brew.

"Other than that, same old. Anyways, how are you going, lass?" the dictator said.

"Oh, I am fine. Anyone you recommend interacting with?" said the Kaiserin while smoking a cigarette

"Why are you asking me? Nobody really wants to talk to us, mainly because of politics, even though this really isn't the right place for it." Pieter said in a sotto tone. "Just feel free to talk to whoever. There's Queen Celaeno and her guard from the New Castillan Empire, rowdy bunch. Oh, and there's also that shadow and the barkeep, also a fun lot. That Moana-looking character over there, Aroha Tapihana, would love you for whatever technology you have. Even a cigarette lighter could keep them entertained for hours.

Then there's me and the lot of us Afrikaaners, which I'm sure we'd love to have you around, provided you can tolerate the occasional blurt of hatred towards the Jews and n***ers." Pieter said.

[Deltanium]

"Oh, I am fine. Anyone you recommend interacting with?" said the Kaiserin while smoking a cigarette

"Why are you asking me? Nobody really wants to talk to us, mainly because of politics, even though this really isn't the right place for it." Pieter said in a sotto tone. "Just feel free to talk to whoever. There's Queen Celaeno and her guard from the New Castillan Empire, rowdy bunch. Oh, and there's also that shadow and the barkeep, also a fun lot. That Moana-looking character over there, Aroha Tapihana, would love you for whatever technology you have. Even a cigarette lighter could keep them entertained for hours.

Then there's me and the lot of us Afrikaaners, which I'm sure we'd love to have you around, provided you can tolerate the occasional blurt of hatred towards the Jews and n***ers." Pieter said.

"Umm, ok" Alyssa replied.

[Veise]

"Umm, ok" Alyssa replied.

"And here be a more aristocratic keep with me, my brother, and a favorite guardian of ours." Septette said, the last traces of red blush beginning to disappear from her face. "We're royalty from the White Kingdom." Next to her was her intimidating, handsome brother, and a militaristic looking fellow.

Astre took his white wine and took a sip without saying a word.

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"Umm, ok" Alyssa replied.

"And here be a more aristocratic keep with me, my brother, and a favorite guardian of ours." Septette said, the last traces of red blush beginning to disappear from her face. "We're royalty from the White Kingdom." Next to her was her intimidating, handsome brother, and a militaristic looking fellow.

Astre took his white wine and took a sip without saying a word.

"Honestly, I am supremely jealous of these Vesiers. The beauty in every single one I've seen so far... their physical structure, both male and female... it nearly insults me how they manage to bring such perfection." Pieter stated, before turning to Voormeulen. "You think there's any way we can obtain DNA samples to analyze their race's structure on a genetical level to make ours all-the-more superior?"

"Well, there are many ways, but all of them would just seem extremely awkward and would give us a bad impression. I mean, if you were in their shoes, would you simply just comply to some scientist asking you for a toenail clipping or a strand of hair or a blood sample or some spit in a vial?" Voormeulen replied.

"Come on, Voormeulen! They are by far a superior nationale... their style alone had made me envious to near anger! The amount of physical perfection of each of the people I've seen from their land so far is unacceptably impressive! Just get something off those lot! We need to know what they have that the Afrikaaners don't!" Pieter demanded.

[Veise]

"Honestly, I am supremely jealous of these Vesiers. The beauty in every single one I've seen so far... their physical structure, both male and female... it nearly insults me how they manage to bring such perfection." Pieter stated, before turning to Voormeulen. "You think there's any way we can obtain DNA samples to analyze their race's structure on a genetical level to make ours all-the-more superior?"

"Well, there are many ways, but all of them would just seem extremely awkward and would give us a bad impression. I mean, if you were in their shoes, would you simply just comply to some scientist asking you for a toenail clipping or a strand of hair or a blood sample or some spit in a vial?" Voormeulen replied.

"Come on, Voormeulen! They are by far a superior nationale... their style alone had made me envious to near anger! The amount of physical perfection of each of the people I've seen from their land so far is unacceptably impressive! Just get something off those lot! We need to know what they have that the Afrikaaners don't!" Pieter demanded.

Astre didn't hear what they were saying, because I'm sure they're not saying that out loud. He gave them a glance, feeling as if he were being spoken about. Septette didn't seem aware of it and turned to the bartender. "Hmm... what in the order of high-brow beverages do you have here?" She asked, leaning against the counter.

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"Honestly, I am supremely jealous of these Vesiers. The beauty in every single one I've seen so far... their physical structure, both male and female... it nearly insults me how they manage to bring such perfection." Pieter stated, before turning to Voormeulen. "You think there's any way we can obtain DNA samples to analyze their race's structure on a genetical level to make ours all-the-more superior?"

"Well, there are many ways, but all of them would just seem extremely awkward and would give us a bad impression. I mean, if you were in their shoes, would you simply just comply to some scientist asking you for a toenail clipping or a strand of hair or a blood sample or some spit in a vial?" Voormeulen replied.

"Come on, Voormeulen! They are by far a superior nationale... their style alone had made me envious to near anger! The amount of physical perfection of each of the people I've seen from their land so far is unacceptably impressive! Just get something off those lot! We need to know what they have that the Afrikaaners don't!" Pieter demanded.

Astre didn't hear what they were saying, because I'm sure they're not saying that out loud. He gave them a glance, feeling as if he were being spoken about. Septette didn't seem aware of it and turned to the bartender. "Hmm... what in the order of high-brow beverages do you have here?" She asked, leaning against the counter.

"Come on! I need that essence, that molecular secret to bodily perfection! We want the Afrikaaner race to be strong, man!" Pieter said.

"Alright, my leier, pipe down." Voormeulen said as he pulled a tiny spherical device out of his pocket, no bigger than a marble. He laid it on the floor for a moment before activating the device, which turned into what appeared to be a robotic mosquito with a glass abdomen. He looked onto his smartphone and opened up an app, and soon the mosquito would fly over to Septette, biting into her calf and sucking the blood out of her leg, her not being able to feel a thing beyond a small pinch upon the proboscis exiting, before the mosquito-bot flew back to Voormeulen and landed on the back of his hand, the doctor smiling as he then let the creature fly into his hand and curl back up into a ball, pocketing it and putting it in his pocket.

"There. Now, can we have a more professional discussion?" Voormeulen said to Pieter, the dictator looking bemused.

[Veise]

"Come on! I need that essence, that molecular secret to bodily perfection! We want the Afrikaaner race to be strong, man!" Pieter said.

"Alright, my leier, pipe down." Voormeulen said as he pulled a tiny spherical device out of his pocket, no bigger than a marble. He laid it on the floor for a moment before activating the device, which turned into what appeared to be a robotic mosquito with a glass abdomen. He looked onto his smartphone and opened up an app, and soon the mosquito would fly over to Septette, biting into her calf and sucking the blood out of her leg, her not being able to feel a thing beyond a small pinch upon the proboscis exiting, before the mosquito-bot flew back to Voormeulen and landed on the back of his hand, the doctor smiling as he then let the creature fly into his hand and curl back up into a ball, pocketing it and putting it in his pocket.

"There. Now, can we have a more professional discussion?" Voormeulen said to Pieter, the dictator looking bemused.

"Ow. Damned mosquitos." Septette mumbled. "If only Veise had some sort of repelling solution."

"I'm sure there are a couple aristocrats who could look into that." Astre replied. "Now, why did you come here again?"

The two shortly engaged in a surprisingly tame and mildly-volumed argument between siblings.

[Fatatatutti]

"Hitler het wat hy verdien het - en so sal jy." The General raised her canteen.

"Wel, miskien, soos dit sal uitkom, sal ek net meer voorbereid en logies wees as wat hy was." The Afrikaaner laughed. "I'm not going down any time soon, my friend. I'm more logical than him in tactical manners. I've eliminated all resistance and double by first eliminating the negro problem from the very beginning, and shown fierce and unspeakable tactics on a scale most nations were afraid to take me on for because they know that I'd hold nothing back for their own. And if I do fare this world goodbye, it'll either be in health complications for my will to forward to Hendrika, or it will be in war where I'll go down and take the world down with me.

Hitler made many mistakes in his rule. His racial policy, against the inferiors? No faults except for narrowness on his great European de-lousing programs. Tactically speaking? A lot. Even I'll admit it, Hitler's choices in military waging were utterly in failure, but his ideology wasn't. I'm here now, and I'll finish what he started."

"Jy is vol warm lug. Moet ons bel jy Zeppelin?"

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"Ek sal nie sê Zeppelin nie... Meer soos 'n oond waar die n***ers na hul straf gegooi word." Pieter said, chuckling. "Besides, this not just hot air, my friend. It's mere fact. The n***er problem has been solved, and there is nothing you can do about it."

[Umbral LowBlood]

"Ek sal nie sê Zeppelin nie... Meer soos 'n oond waar die n***ers na hul straf gegooi word." Pieter said, chuckling. "Besides, this not just hot air, my friend. It's mere fact. The n***er problem has been solved, and there is nothing you can do about it."

"I wonder how many times you've died, my friend, how many times more will it follow?"
The Queen of Corpses strolled around the bunch while polishing a sword that was noticeably bloodied.

"We've only been around for so long but we've heard an earful of you and your crew, I can see why your bunch is hated so."
The King of Corpses laughs as he picks chunks out of his claws before they revert to normal hands.
"Why do you act the way you do, it's far outdated dont you think? I'm surprised you dont live on the dark side of the moon or something."

[Veise]

Septette sighed. "That must've been a big mosquito. That bit still hurts a little." Septette complained.

"Don't tell me you've gotten soft." Astre replied sternly.

"What do you mean?"

"You laughed off a nosebleed, and now a bug bite is bothering you that much?"

Septette scoffed.

[Deltanium]

“Very strange.” Said the Kaiserin.

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"Well, how'd you know I was-" Voormeulen said as then Dodmyrdet touched to the doctor's forehead, and once the images came in through, Voormeulen's face went blank. Those images were actually fairly familiar, nothing far off from where he worked, but it seemed to have a more supernatural theme to it. The ritual the wizards were doing to create their abomination intrigued him most; being able to produce life just like that is something Voormeulen could've only dreamed of. If only he could replicate this ritual, but he would never be entirely in condition to do so, as well as the fact that it'd be against his scientific stance. Still, Werdgeboorte might have been a success if he had contact with these being prior.

"Ah, sorry. Sorry. Thing is, you wouldn't swallow these ones, you just chew on them for a minute or two and they'd magically make your breath smell better, but I suppose it's a fair risk still." Pieter stated. "And wait... there's lots of you, being cloned for an army? It's like my own dream come true. An army of clones, disposable units that'd fight without mercy, ones we can then dispose of in the oncoming peace times after the Afrikaaner dream has been achieved."

"I might just know how, my leier." Voormeulen stated. "The creature has granted me access to the process. While details are vague and it is uncertain of if we are of any capability to do such a proccess, it is possible." Voormeulen said to Pieter in a shocked tone.

(Well, actually, you can just TG it to me, I'm happy to recieve stuff like that. The Ryk's themes involve mass genocide, Turner Diaries-levels of racism, graphic torture that makes Junko Furuta's death look like a mere slap on the ear, unethical experimentation, child murder, mass rape, etc., etc... I'm ready for whatever you throw at me.)

"I speak through the mind." Dødmyrdet said, still speaking exclusively telepathically. "Your thoughts are like an open book, Doktor Voormuelen." The slaktkriger stared at Voormeulen, her mask still bearing a blank, sad expression, while blood trickled down from eyesockets emitting bright red light, not unlike two spotlights. The lights were strange and wondrous, worthy of drawing all attention...*

"Clone? No, the clone spell is not part of my creation process. And I am hardly a disposable unit. My construction is expensive. The magics required are powerful, the materials rare and priceless, and the quantity of blood, vast. I am not some cheap tin soldier, Pieter van der Blekkenhorst. I am a champion built of the highest quality adamantine, built to the highest possible standards." These words came out different, with a cold, calculating, passive-aggressive tone. She flared her red lights again, trying to draw Pieter in with the red lights...*


*This is one of a slaktkriger's many powers being used; a supernatural ability called "Macabre Gaze". Anyone looking in her eyes while that goes off must make a D.C. 25 Will save or be fascinated.

"Tch. Unfortunately I don't know how to speak like an illiterate pig." Astre said, scoffing. "I can, at the least, refrain from commenting on your lack of noble blood."

//Come on, dude. Spell it right. Astre is literally French for 'luminary'.

"You contain noble blood? I wonder if any of my blood is noble. It is quite possible; I am made of the blood of millions." Dødmyrdet said telepathically, her huge metal form leaking blood everywhere, from every crease and joint.

"W-well, my apologies for assuming so, madam, I'm sure my... wait..." Pieter said, awkwardly staring back at Dodmyrdet. "W-what are you doing?"

Pieter then looked at Voormeulen for a moment, the doctor falling into fascination. A look of fear overcame Pieter's face all the sudden as he stared back at her in fear, somehow resisting the spell.

"W-whatever you're doing, stop it! Stop it right now! You can take one of the 12 souls Voormeulen has on him, but not mine! W-with all the kindness in the world, as I resist my anger towards you, cease this immediately!"

[The Russian Nations]

A Man in Black FSB Clothing,Wearing a Beanie,a Balaclava,and An Unmarked Plate Carrier vest entered the bar,he casually took a seat,And ordered a glass of water,normally he would order something else,but for now he decided to just relax and let it go,the Man pulled up his PDA And decided to read an old archived note related to a 'CTRG' Infiltrator in his Militia unit,because according to His superior at that time,there wer no records of the infiltrator,he put down his PDA and Sighed.

"Life as me,Nikonov,a guy mainly covering his Face with a Balaclava, always has those 'Human rights' protesters,International Community,and my 'friend',Andrei on my tail,it never ends well."

The man was famed Genocidal dictator and supposedly unstable man,Nikolay A. Nikonov,he looked at his surroundings with that balaclava still on his face,he often wears it due to the fact that he prefers to keep his face secret and due to an accident involving a 12 Gauge shotgun.

"You know,i prefer covering my face with this over being in public."

He laughed,taking off his beanie.

[Cult of the Black Beast]

"I speak through the mind." Dødmyrdet said, still speaking exclusively telepathically. "Your thoughts are like an open book, Doktor Voormuelen." The slaktkriger stared at Voormeulen, her mask still bearing a blank, sad expression, while blood trickled down from eyesockets emitting bright red light, not unlike two spotlights. The lights were strange and wondrous, worthy of drawing all attention...*

"Clone? No, the clone spell is not part of my creation process. And I am hardly a disposable unit. My construction is expensive. The magics required are powerful, the materials rare and priceless, and the quantity of blood, vast. I am not some cheap tin soldier, Pieter van der Blekkenhorst. I am a champion built of the highest quality adamantine, built to the highest possible standards." These words came out different, with a cold, calculating, passive-aggressive tone. She flared her red lights again, trying to draw Pieter in with the red lights...*


*This is one of a slaktkriger's many powers being used; a supernatural ability called "Macabre Gaze". Anyone looking in her eyes while that goes off must make a D.C. 25 Will save or be fascinated.



"You contain noble blood? I wonder if any of my blood is noble. It is quite possible; I am made of the blood of millions." Dødmyrdet said telepathically, her huge metal form leaking blood everywhere, from every crease and joint.

"W-well, my apologies for assuming so, madam, I'm sure my... wait..." Pieter said, awkwardly staring back at Dodmyrdet. "W-what are you doing?"

Pieter then looked at Voormeulen for a moment, the doctor falling into fascination. A look of fear overcame Pieter's face all the sudden as he stared back at her in fear, somehow resisting the spell.

"W-whatever you're doing, stop it! Stop it right now! You can take one of the 12 souls Voormeulen has on him, but not mine! W-with all the kindness in the world, as I resist my anger towards you, cease this immediately!"

"You will pay attention to me." Dødmyrdet said telepathically, flashing Pieter another glare from her red lights. "You will sit, you will pay attention, and you will listen to what I say. None of this garbage going through your head about how your subrace of human is superior. It is like... noise, like rusted nails against polished metal. I don't want your souls. To the creators, all humans are equally inferior, worthy only to be reshaped to their will, like the others who have not been blessed by the ancestors."

"Quoth the holy word of the artificer Njorluvritter Balthrusvirsson, the maker and giver of the machine's law, long may he live, 'Those who live in the sunlit surface are motherless filth. Let us wash the filth away in the power of the blood; cleansed by the power of the blood, and branded in arcane light of the machine lord's scriptures by the power of the blood. The skin of the cattle exists that the scriptures be carved into it, to be filled by the power of the blood, that they may serve as our guardians and sentinels against the plague of taint, that the ancestors may long guide our hands to greater and more perfect artifice. Let us be awash in an ocean of blood that it may cleanse our our forms and make the ground fertile once more. Let our sins be cleansed by the power of the blood.' Your attempts to live beyond death have brought you to me. Let this be a learning experience for us all." As she said these words, she sent out psychic signals of 'pain', that receiving brains would register as 'pain', and continued sending these strong signals of 'pain', until 'pain' filled every pore of the being.

OOC: Mind you, there is a distinction between spells and supernatural abilities (and spell-like abilities, which have the effect of a spell, without actually being a spell...) Though the distinction probably isn't super important unless other magical things start getting involved.*shrugs*

*And that would be "Psychic Torture" another supernatural ability. It... does what it says on the tin. Excruciating pain (and wisdom damage, actually, enough to potentially reduce an average person to an incoherent mess incapable of any rational thought and wholly unconscious, with an approx. 3 out of 10 chance of bringing an average person to that point), but it does not harm the flesh (or break the effect of fascination.) It does have a Will save to avoid the effects... so if you want, Pieter could avoid it again, I suppose. (Though the wisdom damage is not permanent; give a few days of rest and recuperation.) Only works on any given individual creature once every 24 hours though.

[Afrikaaners Ryk]

"W-well, my apologies for assuming so, madam, I'm sure my... wait..." Pieter said, awkwardly staring back at Dodmyrdet. "W-what are you doing?"

Pieter then looked at Voormeulen for a moment, the doctor falling into fascination. A look of fear overcame Pieter's face all the sudden as he stared back at her in fear, somehow resisting the spell.

"W-whatever you're doing, stop it! Stop it right now! You can take one of the 12 souls Voormeulen has on him, but not mine! W-with all the kindness in the world, as I resist my anger towards you, cease this immediately!"

"You will pay attention to me." Dødmyrdet said telepathically, flashing Pieter another glare from her red lights. "You will sit, you will pay attention, and you will listen to what I say. None of this garbage going through your head about how your subrace of human is superior. It is like... noise, like rusted nails against polished metal. I don't want your souls. To the creators, all humans are equally inferior, worthy only to be reshaped to their will, like the others who have not been blessed by the ancestors."

"Quoth the holy word of the artificer Njorluvritter Balthrusvirsson, the maker and giver of the machine's law, long may he live, 'Those who live in the sunlit surface are motherless filth. Let us wash the filth away in the power of the blood; cleansed by the power of the blood, and branded in arcane light of the machine lord's scriptures by the power of the blood. The skin of the cattle exists that the scriptures be carved into it, to be filled by the power of the blood, that they may serve as our guardians and sentinels against the plague of taint, that the ancestors may long guide our hands to greater and more perfect artifice. Let us be awash in an ocean of blood that it may cleanse our our forms and make the ground fertile once more. Let our sins be cleansed by the power of the blood.' Your attempts to live beyond death have brought you to me. Let this be a learning experience for us all." As she said these words, she sent out psychic signals of 'pain', that receiving brains would register as 'pain', and continued sending these strong signals of 'pain', until 'pain' filled every pore of the being.

OOC: Mind you, there is a distinction between spells and supernatural abilities (and spell-like abilities, which have the effect of a spell, without actually being a spell...) Though the distinction probably isn't super important unless other magical things start getting involved.*shrugs*

*And that would be "Psychic Torture" another supernatural ability. It... does what it says on the tin. Excruciating pain (and wisdom damage, actually, enough to potentially reduce an average person to an incoherent mess incapable of any rational thought and wholly unconscious, with an approx. 3 out of 10 chance of bringing an average person to that point), but it does not harm the flesh (or break the effect of fascination.) It does have a Will save to avoid the effects... so if you want, Pieter could avoid it again, I suppose. (Though the wisdom damage is not permanent; give a few days of rest and recuperation.) Only works on any given individual creature once every 24 hours though.

Around 5 or so seconds as she went into the ritualistic speech, Pieter began to feel an immense, burning pain. Voormeulen was still dazed, althought the other Afrikaaners had seen this and backed off quickly.

The guards, on the other hand, soon picked up that the chant was presumably harming Pieter, and immediately drew their rifles from their shoulder straps as both guards aimed their assault rifles at the being and fired two shots beside her, hoping it'd throw off the spell, with the female general even joining on the fun as she drew her cutlass and pointed it at her.

"Cease your magical attacks immediately or we will use lethal force!" The general ordered, as Pieter was somehow making the pain slightly more bearable by resisting the attack. The wisdom damage would probably be nonexistent, since the level of hate and negativity inside him would probably negate any moral attacks on his psyche.

[Veise]

Astre and Septette watched and neither had the slightest clue what was going on.

"Astre, can you take me to go see a-" Septette began.
"The last thing I want to do is witness another romantic comedy film." Astre interrupted.
"Please, brother?"
"Ugh. Fine..." Astre gave a great sigh.

[New Castillan Empire]

Astre and Septette watched and neither had the slightest clue what was going on.

"Astre, can you take me to go see a-" Septette began.
"The last thing I want to do is witness another romantic comedy film." Astre interrupted.
"Please, brother?"
"Ugh. Fine..." Astre gave a great sigh.

Whilst the standoff between the wizard and the guards occurred, Two of the guards, Alejandro and Antonio listened in at the thought for a moment. Then, a terrible idea sprang in their heads. It was so cruel and unpleasant, but it wouldn't just go away, and they both knew it to. The two guards looked to each other.

"...Are you thinking what I'm thinking, amigo?" Alejandro said said, holding up a DVD of 'My Crazy Ex'.

"I just might be, compadre." Antonio replied, giggling with malice as he held up a blank disc with 'My Crazy Ex' doodled on it. "'The Nightmare State: a Documentary of the Worst of the Ryk.' "Not exactly 'the Shape of Water' like we were going to show her, but it's just as good."

"Wait, holy shit, wasn't it that documentary that was literally banned through at least several interstellar empires for being too... you know... obscenely disgusting?" Alejandro whispered.

"The same... now, quick, we gotta pull this ruse, amigo...." Antonio said as he put the blank disk in the disk case. "Now, quick, we got to pull this shit."


The two guards would later approache Septette and Astre with the DVD in hand.

"Hey, amigos, we couldn't help but see you looking for a nice romantic comedy?" Antonio said calmly, giving Septette the case. "Here's a personal recommendation, I'd say."

[Veise]

Astre's eyes sharpened at the two guards. Septette took the box and began reading the back cover of the box.

Astre groaned and pulled a DVD player and monitor out of hammerspace. While he struggled to set it up, Septette opened the box.

"It doesn't feel right watching these by oneself." Septette said as she put the disk in.

...

"Huh?"