The Creepy, Well-Lived In Mansion Currently Full of Fuckery, Saturday Morning

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana had woken up curled up on her pillow. That wasn't exactly unusual, except for how her entire body had been curled up on the pillow. And, instead of a blanket, she'd been covered up by her long, bushy (yet silky and exquisitely groomed) tail.

"...What?"

Her angry demand came out as a high-pitched squeak. Still in English, yes, but hardly her usual throat pitch and tone. "...What?" And then, as if to add a very confusing insult to this very infuriating injury, Liliana realized that she was wearing her usual gown, her headdress, even her boots, but all shrunk down to squirrel size. "what?"

And then she turned to the man in bed with her to demand further information from him, only to discover--

That was not her paramour!

"WHAT??!"

[At first for that guy in bed with her, then open, though with a big chunk of SP right in the middle]

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[chef_chocobro]

Oh, so not just an irate squirrel, but an irate squirrel sorcerer, was it, then?

"Now, now, now," Gildas chided, holding up a placating hand, "there's no need to go bringing magic into this, at least not more than it already has been, neh?"

He had to admit, he was a little curious, what kind of damage this usually-not-a-squirrel sorcerer could actually do, but she was awfully close to his face right now. Gildas might not value much, but his roguish good looks did actually make that list.

"So let's just take a moment and sort this out calmly, neh? You have woken up as a squirrel, with your paramour...this...Ignis, correct? Missing. And instead, you somehow have me in his place."

The temptation was there to make a compliment her on the obvious upgrade, but his brains weren't that hopeless.

"Is that the jist of it? We're all caught up to speed, yeah?"

[deathsmajesty]

Oh, he had jokes. Wise of him not to say them out loud.

"Yes," she admitted reluctantly, purple fire fading. "That it as it stands."

[chef_chocobro]

"Mmm." Gildas hummed a little thoughtfully, mostly because he hadn't yet gotten past that point or what he was going to do with it quite yet. To be perfectly honest, he hadn't been very confident it would have worked.

"Do you know of anyone you've wrong, recently," he tried, "that might've tried exacting revenge by somehow turning you into a squirrel and spiriting away your love?"

And don't worry, Lady Squirrel, he was certainly going through a list of his most recent enemies as well, to think of who might wish to torture him by foisting him, unexpected, onto a temperamental and no doubt soon to be love-forlorn sorcerer-turned-rodent.

[deathsmajesty]

"How recently are we talking?" Liliana snarked, considering she had just been chased by a torch-wielding mob. "I'm sure it's just an island thing, though." Her tiny little face darkened. "It had better be. Or else I will be most...cross."

And her being cross usually involved a body count.

[chef_chocobro]

Oh, yes, we are all very terrified and frightened, little squirrel sorcerer...

"What do you mean?" Gildas asked. "An island thing?"

[deathsmajesty]

SHE WAS VERY SCARY!! SHE WOULD FIGHT YOU!! SHE COULD COMMAND HORDES, YOU KNOW!

...Hordes of very tiny, adorable grubs, but whatever.

"This is a magic island," Liliana said wearily. "With a trying sense of humor."

You know, like some people in the room.