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no real harm to it.
"Yep. It's a bit awkward, but if you stick the business end there in your mouth, it will do the trick. It probably won't even hurt. I don't suppose you're planning to help with that? It would be a great time for you to become suddenly useful." Gwen tried then, to take control of the body, but failed. Totally. She could speak, but there was no movement generated by her then. It meant something to her that she hadn't realized before. When she wanted to, Kate Vernor couldn't just take control, she could do it with total skill. Picking and choosing what she wanted Gwen to be allowed to do.
"How about this, Gwen Farris. We go and find your girlfriend Beth, and your lovely doppelganger, Heather. If they don't clear me, tell you at least that I don't have your skills, I'll come back here and kill us. I won't argue or whine about it, even if I don't want to die. But... And this is the important part, when I'm proved to not be a threat, I want something from you. I mean, regardless of how you feel about it, this is my body. I should get something , don't you believe?"
What that would be, she couldn't guess. More to the point she didn't really want to. The obvious thing would be control of the body, so Gwen sighed. Even if the girl wasn't able to rift just because Gwen could, even if that was proved, that didn't mean letting her run all over the place causing trouble was a good idea. The girl had other skills, even if she was a bit of a waste of space. If nothing else she knew how to control minds on a level that was dangerous. Erin Debussey had learned to use operant conditioning with magic to basically force people to do anything she wanted.
Kate had been her lover, for a time. The odds that she didn't know how to do that sort of thing were pretty small.
"There isn't a lot of point to me letting you have free run of things, is there? I have work to do, in case you haven't noticed, and if I can't get it done, then, there's no reason for me to live."
"Right along to the objective then, aren't you? Every single time, too. Not that I didn't get that about you by this point. I do want a life, but I understand that you, and the others, won't forgive me for what I've done. I chose a side, and even if it was a trick by that blasted Healer from Europa, we lost in the end. You know what though? I'm glad of it. I still feel like I'm about to be grabbed and taken to the voidic plane. Constantly. I can see now that the sales pitch I'd gotten was more than a bit off, wasn't it? I'd been promised the power to make the world a place that would suit me. Finally. Instead I think I would have ended as either food, or at best, a slave. I'd make a poor servant, so food was probably going to be it."
Gwen wanted to wave her hands, because duh , but couldn't, even as the weapon was being put back. Correctly, sitting in the brackets it had been taken from carefully.
The idea that nearly a hundred people, possibly more hadn't been able to see that part of things for themselves was frightening all on its own. The Elder Gods weren't just nightmares, they were so much worse than that. Even if the beings had gotten into reality, looked around at the people that had helped them get there and wanted to reward them, it wouldn't have worked.
Because those people would have already been insane just from being too near the things.
That was in the legends, too. Written between the lines, maybe, but there for anyone smart enough to read to figure out. It wasn't Lovecraft maybe, with all the purple prose and poetic license, but the fear was there in all the old stories. Gwen hadn't even been there for three months before she'd worked that out. If she could do it, then people smart enough to rip open a hole in reality should have been able to as well.
Her new body, seeming to not care one bit about what she wanted at the moment, moved out into the hallway. It was eerie and made her feel weak. Small too, as if her mind had shrunken down to the
"Yep. It's a bit awkward, but if you stick the business end there in your mouth, it will do the trick. It probably won't even hurt. I don't suppose you're planning to help with that? It would be a great time for you to become suddenly useful." Gwen tried then, to take control of the body, but failed. Totally. She could speak, but there was no movement generated by her then. It meant something to her that she hadn't realized before. When she wanted to, Kate Vernor couldn't just take control, she could do it with total skill. Picking and choosing what she wanted Gwen to be allowed to do.
"How about this, Gwen Farris. We go and find your girlfriend Beth, and your lovely doppelganger, Heather. If they don't clear me, tell you at least that I don't have your skills, I'll come back here and kill us. I won't argue or whine about it, even if I don't want to die. But... And this is the important part, when I'm proved to not be a threat, I want something from you. I mean, regardless of how you feel about it, this is my body. I should get something , don't you believe?"
What that would be, she couldn't guess. More to the point she didn't really want to. The obvious thing would be control of the body, so Gwen sighed. Even if the girl wasn't able to rift just because Gwen could, even if that was proved, that didn't mean letting her run all over the place causing trouble was a good idea. The girl had other skills, even if she was a bit of a waste of space. If nothing else she knew how to control minds on a level that was dangerous. Erin Debussey had learned to use operant conditioning with magic to basically force people to do anything she wanted.
Kate had been her lover, for a time. The odds that she didn't know how to do that sort of thing were pretty small.
"There isn't a lot of point to me letting you have free run of things, is there? I have work to do, in case you haven't noticed, and if I can't get it done, then, there's no reason for me to live."
"Right along to the objective then, aren't you? Every single time, too. Not that I didn't get that about you by this point. I do want a life, but I understand that you, and the others, won't forgive me for what I've done. I chose a side, and even if it was a trick by that blasted Healer from Europa, we lost in the end. You know what though? I'm glad of it. I still feel like I'm about to be grabbed and taken to the voidic plane. Constantly. I can see now that the sales pitch I'd gotten was more than a bit off, wasn't it? I'd been promised the power to make the world a place that would suit me. Finally. Instead I think I would have ended as either food, or at best, a slave. I'd make a poor servant, so food was probably going to be it."
Gwen wanted to wave her hands, because duh , but couldn't, even as the weapon was being put back. Correctly, sitting in the brackets it had been taken from carefully.
The idea that nearly a hundred people, possibly more hadn't been able to see that part of things for themselves was frightening all on its own. The Elder Gods weren't just nightmares, they were so much worse than that. Even if the beings had gotten into reality, looked around at the people that had helped them get there and wanted to reward them, it wouldn't have worked.
Because those people would have already been insane just from being too near the things.
That was in the legends, too. Written between the lines, maybe, but there for anyone smart enough to read to figure out. It wasn't Lovecraft maybe, with all the purple prose and poetic license, but the fear was there in all the old stories. Gwen hadn't even been there for three months before she'd worked that out. If she could do it, then people smart enough to rip open a hole in reality should have been able to as well.
Her new body, seeming to not care one bit about what she wanted at the moment, moved out into the hallway. It was eerie and made her feel weak. Small too, as if her mind had shrunken down to the
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