The Mask Falls 2
Daylor Varic was one of the Republics first ever investigative journalists. It wasnt much of a bragging right considering that the Hubris Journal, the publication he worked for, was barely a decade old. It had only started gaining popularity in recent years, mostly because of the printing press developed by and imported from the Horkensaft Kingdom. Now that mass-producing its monthly issues was significantly more cost-effective, the Journal was able to reach hundreds of settlents across the nation. It still wasnt all that popular with the common folk, as they were largely unconcerned with what was happening in the next village over, let alone on the other end of the country.
The Republics inquisitive adventurer community, however, absolutely loved it. The people in charge of the Hubris Journal knew their audience well, hence why their articles were primarily aid at adventurers. Saucy gossip, VIP interviews, guild rankings, special item offers, and potentially profitable rumors filled its pages. The actual news part of this pioneering newspaper had been reduced to a few pages of brief recaps. After all, a monthly publication had no chance of keeping up with simple word of mouth. News of huge events spread throughout the Ishigar Republic and its Forest Gate system in a matter of days, sotis even overnight.
But, for what it was worth, the information the Journal brought to its audience was considered to be accurate and factual. Its reporters also werent afraid of going after influential and powerful nas, though that list had been cut drastically short in the wake of the Great Collapse. In fact, the Hubris Journals own chief editor had lost his life in the catastrophe. And with so few viable candidates to replace him, Daylor saw his chance to move up in the world. He knew for a fact that his forr boss was generously compensated by the Journals owner, not to ntion that the position itself ca with a certain amount of prestige and respect.
So, what better way, he figured, to secure that seat for himself than bagging the scoop of the century? The na Keira Morgana was once again on the lips of many, and for once it wasnt just the capital. Sure, she had always been fairly popular with the people of Azurvale ever since the Republic governnt had put her up on a pedestal two years ago. However, her pivotal involvent in the Great Collapse investigation had made her famous across the nation like never before. The governnt had even commissioned a giant stone statue of her to be erected in Fort Yimin, of all places.
In short, Keira Morgana made the perfect target to fuel Daylors newfound ambition. Uncovering so scandalous secret of hers and publicly outing it in an exclusive article would surely make the Journal sell like never before. And as the man that made it all possible, Daylor Varic would surely reap the rewards he sought. That said, the man wasnt an idiot. He knew that, even if the redheaded beastkin was considered to be a good person, she was also superbly dangerous. If he ruined her life sohow, then he felt confident she would end his in return, regardless of how well he hid himself.
Therefore, if there truly was so scandalous secret to be found, he would need to think very carefully about how to handle it. Ideally, it would be one of the generic faults that most people succumb to, like cheating on her girlfriend, tax evasion, so terrible curse, or taking credit for other peoples accomplishnts. These sort of things could probably be safely published without expecting so kind of lethal response. Certainly wouldnt be any more dangerous than selling governnt secrets to a foreign power. If what she was hiding was sothing more nefarious, like her secretly being a psychotic serial killer and cannibal, then hed leave an anonymous tip with the authorities and publish the story once shed been dealt with.
So might argue that there was a chance that Keira Morgana wasnt hiding anything, but Daylors investigative instincts told him otherwise. No adventurer got to be that successful that quickly without getting a few ugly skeletons in their closet along the way, Hero status or not. Such things were bound to be well hidden, and the woman herself was extrely perceptive, so the nosy elf needed to take things slowly and carefully.
Hence why he wound up moving into the house opposite the Morgana residence the very next day after she had returned to town. There were a lot of people who still refused to return to their branch-top hos after the Great Collapse, so the rent was surprisingly cheap. Which was definitely a good thing since Daylors inco had beco a bit strained ever since the Gilded Hands fall from grace. It was a nice house, at least. Very cozy and comfortable furnishings, to boot.
More importantly, it allowed him to easily spy on the Morgana household without drawing too much attention. After several days of near-constant surveillance, he gathered that the Hero of Chaos wasnt all that outgoing. The few tis she had left her house on her own she had gone to the Central Consortium building, though her visits didnt seem to be work-related. Daylors mole inside the guild coalition told him she was there to issue Quests, not accept them.
Apparently, Morgana had her hands full arranging for her impending wedding and needed others to gather and deliver various things. Thoroughly mundane things, too, like Artificer parts and components, or various alchemical reagents. The only one that caught the reporters eye was a request for information regarding a bunch of obscure monsters. That certainly seed suspicious, though it could have been related to that weird collection of hers. She did have a bunch of living furniture and a pet house that could walk, after all.
Other than that, Daylor hadnt been able to gather much data on his primary target. There was only so much passive observation would get him in such a short span of ti. He had also chatted with the future Mrs. Morgana on a few occasions under the pretense of a new neighbour making small talk, but she had tactfully evaded all of his subtly probing questions. Many things could be said of Rowana Slyth, but careless she was not. She was most likely used to strangers asking her questions about Keira and knew how to avoid carelessly divulging any personal information.
However, while that bumbling elf was only just scratching the surface of the impenetrable wall of lies that was Keira Morgana, the shapeshifter behind it was dealing with a new issue. This problem didnt have anything to do with its Rank Up, however. Though information regarding its options was undoubtedly difficult to track down, the thing bothering Boxxy at present was its alembic. The item in question was a piece of alchemy equipnt consisting of two silver beakers connected by a spiraling silver tube, all of it resting on a portable plate about the size of a serving tray. It could be used to distill various alchemical ingredients into serums necessary for more advanced formulas and was currently sitting in a corner of the alchemy lab in Keiras basent.
However, it wasnt supposed to be there. Boxxy usually kept the distilling apparatus on one of the shelves on the wall. It only placed it on that workbench in the corner when it was using the alembic, and it had no recollection of doing that. A being with Legendary Intelligence and Legendary Overachiever, the combination of which gave it a perfect recollection of the last ninety-six hours, couldnt rember sothing that had happened a day ago. It rembered seeing the alembic in its usual spot on the wall yesterday at about noon, and yet it wasnt there the next morning.
The obvious conclusion was that soone else had, for whatever reason, moved it. It couldnt have been Rowana, though. As the senior Alchemist in the house, that elf knew better than to carelessly move equipnt that wasnt hers without asking first. It couldve had so kind of volatile or toxic mixture in it, after all. It certainly wasnt Manny or any of the other house mimics, either, as the door to the basent lab was kept locked at all tis - even when soone was using it. The familiars were also exempt, Boxxy hadnt summoned any of them from the Beyond in the last few days. The only remaining option seed to be that an outside party was sohow responsible.
Except that moving the alembic wasnt the only thing Boxxy failed to rember. After rapidly digging through its mories, it deduced that it was, in total, missing thirty out of its ninety six hours of perfect recollection. Sure, that wasnt entirely unusual since the shapeshifter couldnt rember things it wasnt awake for, but sleeping only made up less than half of that ti. The worst part was that these gaps werent continuous but heavily fragnted into chunks ranging from several minutes to a little over an hour. Literal blank spots were littered seemingly at random throughout its last four days.
To say that this realization was worriso would be an understatent. After all that trouble with the corruption and the addiction, more ntal issues was the last thing Boxxy wanted to deal with. Especially when it was on the cusp of a Rank Up, which it now felt even more hesitant about. Sure, this new problem would most likely resolve itself if the shapeshifter was reborn into a more powerful species, but it felt like there was a chance that it could carry over. It could always have Gregory look into this with the divine I.O.U., but, as per usual, Boxxy felt it would be best to at least try to resolve this by itself.
To that end, it double-checked that all of the wards and locks securing Keiras alchemy lab were in place, then summoned an expert on ntal issues.
Greetings, Master, Xera bowed with a lascivious grin. How may I, mmmm, pleasure you today?
Granted, the demon in question suffered from quite a few eccentricities herself, but it was the best Boxxy could manage on such short notice.
Snack, it mind-talked to her. I have gaps in my mory that shouldnt be there.
The sultry demons smile vanished as she instantly grasped the shapeshifters problem.
Shall I take a look? she offered.
Yeah, do that. Just look, though! Dont touch anything in there!
Xera felt a bit insulted that her Master still didnt trust her after everything theyve been through together, but she understood. Given that what it had said was true, having a healthy amount of paranoia was probably for the best. Nevertheless, Boxxy didnt resist and allowed its familiar to put it to sleep via magic, then root around its mindscape with her Dreamweaver Skill. The djinn saw nothing out of the ordinary, though.
Upon waking up, the shapeshifter was both relieved and disturbed to hear this news.
Youre absolutely sure you didnt see anything weird? it pressed her.
Yes, Master.
Show .
The djinn suppressed the urge to sigh and conjured an illusory replica of her masters mindscape. The vast cavern of gray cubes was the sa as ever and the ornate chest representing Boxxys ego didnt show any abnormalities that might suggest a foreign influence. That wasnt to say that there were no abnormalities at all, though.
That shiny chest with the faces is supposed to be how my brain sees itself, right? the shapeshifter inquired.
More or less, Xera confird.
In that case, wouldnt my mories leak out of those holes in the side?
The gaps in question were relatively small, but quite obvious considering how the gaping void inside them contrasted with the rest of the images shiny surface.
I think you misunderstand, Master. What youre looking at is a visual representation of who you are - your personality and habits. It is shaped by your mories and experiences, but does not contain them.
Oh. Then why does it have holes in it?
From what I can tell, its still healing from the ntal shock of having the corruption purged, not to ntion that panacea dose. And I must say, it looks a lot better than it did when you last asked to check on you.
How bad was it?
Perhaps its best if I show you.
The demoness dispelled the illusion and reconstructed it using the mory she had of Boxxys psyche from a few weeks ago. Compared to the giant missing chunk it had at the ti, the dozen or so tiny holes currently in the sculpted mithril chest were, as Xera had put it, looking a lot better. There was sothing else she said that the ex-mimic found odd, though.
Whats this about the panacea? What does that have to do with any of this?
Apparently it works by removing and then rebuilding what it perceives as injuries, and since the nectar affected you both physically and ntally, it likely gutted parts of your mind to purge the addiction.
And you didnt think to tell any of this before?! it roared.
I didnt know, Master, she calmly stated. I only learned about it recently, while I was in the Beyond.
There was an unspoken rule that what was said in the Beyond stayed in the Beyond, but the demoness valued her beloved masters happiness and wellbeing far too much to care about it.
I see, Boxxy cald itself. I guess it was kind of worth it since I can enjoy the tasty nectar again.
And it had already done so, rather heavily at that. The shapeshifter had indulged in the fruit of Ambrosias bosom on a daily basis ever since its return to Azurvale. The flavor wasnt quite as euphoric as it used to be since its addiction immunity was no doubt suppressing parts of it, but it was still blissfully tasty. The dryad herself seed overjoyed as well to have the hylt creeper suckle at her teat with vigor once more. All that considered, Boxxy surmised it wouldve used that panacea even if it knew of its voracious function.
Either that or it was just trying to retroactively justify its decision so as to not regret it, but the fact still stood that the dicine in question was unlikely to be the cause of these blank spots. It felt quite confident it only started experiencing them after it had returned to Azurvale, suggesting that the cause was sothing - or soone - in the city. Suspecting so kind of ddling or interference, Boxxy also summoned Drea and gave both of its familiars their orders.
The two of them were to remain hidden as they followed the shapeshifter while it went about its day and kept watch for any potential perpetrators. Boxxy also told them to avoid telepathic contact in public. If there was an individual behind its blank spots, then that person would likely be extrely well-versed in mind magic, possibly a Level 100 Psionic or so kind of telepathic monster. Maybe even both. Whatever the case, such a being could possess the ability to intercept ntal communications between Boxxy and its familiars. Granted, the shapeshifter didnt know for sure if such a thing was even possible, but it felt it prudent to assu that it was.
After getting back into character, Keira left her basent laboratory and resud going about the rest of her day while Boxxys familiars sneaked out of the house and began sweeping the area. The beastkin didnt get to laze about much before Rowana dragged her off to perform a wedding rehearsal. The elf knew full well that her wife-to-be was rather ignorant about elvish marital ceremonies, customs, and traditions, so this practice round was mandatory for Keira. It took up most of the afternoon and proved to be rather exhausting.
At least it had been for the elf. There were a lot of motions to go through, and the couple had gone through them repeatedly with almost no rest. And unlike her adventuring lover, Rowana didnt have a bunch of Attributes and Skills. By the end of the rehearsal she was left completely out of breath. When it was over and the couple got back ho, the first thing she did was plop herself onto the sofa in the living room. Keira, who didnt show any signs of fatigue, sat next to her, allowing the elf to rest her head on the beastkins shoulder.
You alright, honey? the redhead asked.
Ill be fine, she groaned quietly. I just forgot how much curtsying there was in an elvish wedding. My thighs, in particular, feel like theyre about to start a revolution and secede from the Republic of Rowana.
Well, we cant have that. Those thighs are quite spectacular, you know. To see them disappear would be a catastrophe.
The two of them shared a lighthearted chuckle.
Actually, that reminds , I was reading this book on the habits of beastkin couples yesterday, the elf changed the subject.
Huh? Why?
I was just curious how your people did wedding ceremonies. It didnt have much on that, but it did have a bunch of other interesting things. For instance, do you know what a lap pillow is?
I am aware of the concept, yes.
And even if that wasnt the case, the na was quite self-explanatory.
Well Can I try out yours? Rowana asked expectantly.
Seriously? Keira cocked an eyebrow.
Please? the elf pleaded. Its supposed to be quite relaxing, and I could really do with so of that right now.
A look of guilt flashed across the redheads face, followed by a short sigh.
Oh, alright. Co here.
Thanks, sweetie. Youre the best.
Rowana then put her feet up on the couch and laid her head down in Keiras lap, which sank ever-so-slightly into the catgirls thighs. The redhead stared at the elf with a mix of surprise, confusion, and doubt.
Rowie. What are you doing?
Im using your lap pillow, obviously, she answered matter-of-factly.
Are you sure youre doing it right?
Whatever do you an?
Youre supposed to lie on it face-up, arent you?
It wasnt as if having Rowanas face resting on her thighs was especially unpleasant, but sothing definitely felt off about this.
Rowana and Keira lap pillow, by dmaxcustom
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