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The upside of all of this was of course, that she had not exhausted herself beyond her limit.. she barely needed a days rest, before she got up and yawned. She was ahead of the events that had twisted the timelines now. She understood the cloaked one now. She still headed out to meet her though, her spell.. her last spell, ignoring shadow-magic, DEMANDED she maintain the rough outline of events.. but she could change details.. like the way this rebellion had went. She had subtly hollowed out whatever was trying to turn the timelines to despair. And she would stop it.. even if she had to become enslaved by a lewd mistress, with her diminished abilities.
"Allright. I'll go chat up the cloaked one next" She enthused. She'd been overall cheerful and playful.. but still, none could stop her. When she arrived in the cloaked ones realm, this time, it was before they had evacuated.. and without an army.
She opened up her tome. "Somethings wrong with this plane, ain't it. And you can see it as not-words. There has to be a connection. Theorize, while I go meet the big-boss lady." Deva encouraged and wandered on, a cheerful smile on her lips, and a milkshake (thanks tomey!) in her hand.
She waved to the cloaked one "So I hope we can have a civil discussion. You have the expression of someone that wants to explain themselfs, so.. can I ask you a few things? Can I have my own world full of bouncing-castles, pillows and bare-breasted elfs delivering me treats? No, no, bad Deva. haha.." She rubbed one of her two bandages. Without healing magic, well, she was still a master healer, so the deep cuts the first one had given didn't hurt as much. Tomey had offered to heal them, but Deva had insisted she could deal with it and needed to conserve the tomes powers.
"Anyway. Yeah. Lemme make one thing clear." Deva thrust her blade into a shadow, cutting deeply into the Cloaked One's shields... which then started cracking all over.
"There's nothing in existance Ius Victoria can't cut. Ya'll should stop trying to nab stories.. and no, I don't care what reason you have. You could have the best motivations in the world." Deva had to avoid seeing the false realities in this timeline. If the cloaked one tried to show it anyway, Deva would use her tome to interrupt the same immediatly.
"But I'm not one to complain, I made failures myself. Can I convince you into handing over your tome and stopping in any non-violent way?" She asked, and then, as she said these words, there was a brief moment of .. almost like some static electricity, as timelines snapped together. Someone as apt as the cloaked one would have a brief, inexplicable feeling of something being off.. and then, Deva had just always been the strange broom/guisarme-using, shadow magic using, yet against all odds not relatively harmless, but unstoppable angel she was right now, who had read her agents like open books the moment her eyes fell onto them.
Deva looked over to the cloaked one, Valerie, whoever else was there, and sigh-shrugged. "If you do not relinquish your book and the stories willingly, we are still opposed. We can promise to be civil about it, like.. no poking the eyes, no killing.. as you noticed, I never have, you make absolutely sure none like the first one ever happen again.. You do notice something is influencing all of them, including you, right?" She asked, cautiously. She felt prepared to deal with the dark puppeteer now. Nothing in this world could block her greater morphea, a spell ment to push Deva back into her own timeline, while turning the current one into a dream.. allowing her to gain a lot if insight into the future. The last time she had used it, she had made no sacrifice and it.. had ended badly. There was a limit to how much one could manipulate the timeline, after all..
But this time, she had had a tome and a lot of spellpower to power it. She wondered, if her Morphea or Phantsma, the two spells she had left, would ever recover from a drain of multiple days of the past.. oh well. fighting without it had sharpened her senses, after all.
"Allright. I'll go chat up the cloaked one next" She enthused. She'd been overall cheerful and playful.. but still, none could stop her. When she arrived in the cloaked ones realm, this time, it was before they had evacuated.. and without an army.
She opened up her tome. "Somethings wrong with this plane, ain't it. And you can see it as not-words. There has to be a connection. Theorize, while I go meet the big-boss lady." Deva encouraged and wandered on, a cheerful smile on her lips, and a milkshake (thanks tomey!) in her hand.
She waved to the cloaked one "So I hope we can have a civil discussion. You have the expression of someone that wants to explain themselfs, so.. can I ask you a few things? Can I have my own world full of bouncing-castles, pillows and bare-breasted elfs delivering me treats? No, no, bad Deva. haha.." She rubbed one of her two bandages. Without healing magic, well, she was still a master healer, so the deep cuts the first one had given didn't hurt as much. Tomey had offered to heal them, but Deva had insisted she could deal with it and needed to conserve the tomes powers.
"Anyway. Yeah. Lemme make one thing clear." Deva thrust her blade into a shadow, cutting deeply into the Cloaked One's shields... which then started cracking all over.
"There's nothing in existance Ius Victoria can't cut. Ya'll should stop trying to nab stories.. and no, I don't care what reason you have. You could have the best motivations in the world." Deva had to avoid seeing the false realities in this timeline. If the cloaked one tried to show it anyway, Deva would use her tome to interrupt the same immediatly.
"But I'm not one to complain, I made failures myself. Can I convince you into handing over your tome and stopping in any non-violent way?" She asked, and then, as she said these words, there was a brief moment of .. almost like some static electricity, as timelines snapped together. Someone as apt as the cloaked one would have a brief, inexplicable feeling of something being off.. and then, Deva had just always been the strange broom/guisarme-using, shadow magic using, yet against all odds not relatively harmless, but unstoppable angel she was right now, who had read her agents like open books the moment her eyes fell onto them.
Deva looked over to the cloaked one, Valerie, whoever else was there, and sigh-shrugged. "If you do not relinquish your book and the stories willingly, we are still opposed. We can promise to be civil about it, like.. no poking the eyes, no killing.. as you noticed, I never have, you make absolutely sure none like the first one ever happen again.. You do notice something is influencing all of them, including you, right?" She asked, cautiously. She felt prepared to deal with the dark puppeteer now. Nothing in this world could block her greater morphea, a spell ment to push Deva back into her own timeline, while turning the current one into a dream.. allowing her to gain a lot if insight into the future. The last time she had used it, she had made no sacrifice and it.. had ended badly. There was a limit to how much one could manipulate the timeline, after all..
But this time, she had had a tome and a lot of spellpower to power it. She wondered, if her Morphea or Phantsma, the two spells she had left, would ever recover from a drain of multiple days of the past.. oh well. fighting without it had sharpened her senses, after all.