Lyli Dragi
The Lie
"You're stuck with me for the next few days." Lyli answered, sitting down. "It's simply too dangerous to let you loose at the moment. You would likely be at extremely high risk of being reacquired. The search period will be most intense for you at this stage. They will almost certainly expect...expect..."
Lyli's eyes rolled into her head for a quick second but she brushed it off as exhaustion.
"They will almost certainly expect you to try and flee to Dahrtag..." Lyli continued, face twitching...
"The crash must have taken more out of me than I thought..." she muttered, rubbing her eyes.
While the imminent glamour failure slowly built up, Lyli focused on her question about equipment.
"Ah yes, step this way."
Lyli showed Thelma to the armory, entering the green and red enamel on white tile room and heading over to a package.
Lyli was confused. She hadn't known about this before. Why did she know it suddenly?
Forehead mildly perspiring, Lyli went over and opened it, wincing as she felt the stink of the light within and slid it over, revealing an absolutely beautiful, shimmering green Robe Set with floral patterns at the bottom. On top of those robes rested a Lightsaber , of stately, classic construction.
"My employer was dead set that you receive these." she explained, getting out an engraved pistol and handing it to her.
"But that one is from me. You can keep the shoto." Lyli explained, shivering suddenly, eye twitching.
"Now the first thing to do is get you to a safe houuuuussssseeee----"
Lyli's flesh bulged and warped violently, melting and bubbling on her bones, as pig like squeals escaped her throat, the pigmentation of her skin and body structure and mind vanishing into a twitching, sweating Syd Celsius , who collapsed in front of Thelma Goth to her knees. She was very beautiful, like Lyli was.
Syd coughed, looked up at Thelma.
"Well...this is awkward..." Syd said weakly. "I won't tell if you won't..."
Syd pulled herself up, still in Lyli's armor, which somehow conformed to the new body type...
"Hi. I'm... Surt'r." Syd identified herself looking like she was going to be sick. "A pleasure, Miss Goth..."
Lyli's eyes rolled into her head for a quick second but she brushed it off as exhaustion.
"They will almost certainly expect you to try and flee to Dahrtag..." Lyli continued, face twitching...
"The crash must have taken more out of me than I thought..." she muttered, rubbing her eyes.
While the imminent glamour failure slowly built up, Lyli focused on her question about equipment.
"Ah yes, step this way."
Lyli showed Thelma to the armory, entering the green and red enamel on white tile room and heading over to a package.
Lyli was confused. She hadn't known about this before. Why did she know it suddenly?
Forehead mildly perspiring, Lyli went over and opened it, wincing as she felt the stink of the light within and slid it over, revealing an absolutely beautiful, shimmering green Robe Set with floral patterns at the bottom. On top of those robes rested a Lightsaber , of stately, classic construction.
"My employer was dead set that you receive these." she explained, getting out an engraved pistol and handing it to her.
"But that one is from me. You can keep the shoto." Lyli explained, shivering suddenly, eye twitching.
"Now the first thing to do is get you to a safe houuuuussssseeee----"
Lyli's flesh bulged and warped violently, melting and bubbling on her bones, as pig like squeals escaped her throat, the pigmentation of her skin and body structure and mind vanishing into a twitching, sweating Syd Celsius , who collapsed in front of Thelma Goth to her knees. She was very beautiful, like Lyli was.
Syd coughed, looked up at Thelma.
"Well...this is awkward..." Syd said weakly. "I won't tell if you won't..."
Syd pulled herself up, still in Lyli's armor, which somehow conformed to the new body type...
"Hi. I'm... Surt'r." Syd identified herself looking like she was going to be sick. "A pleasure, Miss Goth..."
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