Mind search (Calleigh and Tryll)

[Anastasia]

In the background, the masseuse stops and chases after Calleigh, shouting about wasting expensive oils.

This doesn't phase Rosa, who comes forward and bows deeply, "Ma'am," she addresses her, "If our magic or psionics sputter and fail when we need them, Lifasa may never be freed. The devils will be able to complete the corruption of all of the captive souls and an entire world will become another jewel on the Lord of the Ninth's crown. We ask because we desperately need to the strength to succeed."

Debonah considers this, but not for long. "You cause is just," she finally says, and sighing slightly, "Though your timing is unfortunate, but needs must as they must." She doesn't blink as her masseuse chases Calleigh right in front of her, only pausing for them to pass. "You seek Hamogan, the Red Mind. He resides in the Beastlands, in deep seclusion from the rest of Creation. Seek him in Brux, the second layer of the Beastlands. He resides atop the Falcon's Cliffs, be wary of the raptors there, for the birds are fierce hunters. You'll know you've found him when you see the forest trees atop it form into a fortress."

[Yuthirin]

Was sorta hoping the name drop for Cresiel might spark some sort of recognition, but alas.

Calleigh zips left and right, sending drops of oil flying in every direction as she tries to evade the masseuse. She shouts something about Asmodeus being a jerk as she dodges between Debonah's wings fitfully, before attempting to hide on another shelf full of oils.

"I don't suppose you would care to join us? There would be many a chance to smash infernal and diabolical evils as well as preserve the beauty of the planes."

<Penuche> DarthSquiddius invokes Penuche's magic: < 51 >12 [d20=13]

Diplo-recruitment check?

[Anastasia]

Debonah considers that briefly. As she does, there's a loud crash behind you. The masseuse ran right into the shelf chasing Calleigh, the two now laying amid a mess of wood and oils. The solar merely glances that way before turning back to Tryll. "It is not my choice to make," she admits, "I serve Sune and her commands."

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh climbs on top of the masseuse's head and shouts, "Just ask her then! Sune is all about eep." And she lunges off the woman's head and onto her back, attempting to shake the oil off her wings as she goes.

"Well, that is one way of doing things." Exasperation from Tryll.

[Anastasia]

Debonah says one word, full of commanding terror. "Stop." Right at Calleigh.

She's attempting to intimidate and she has ranks + high Charisma. We can do to the rolling if you like.

[Yuthirin]

Rude. She'd have done it if you just told her to. But since she decided to go there, let's roll it out.

Protip: This will end poorly for Debonah no matter what.

<Penuche> DarthSquiddius invokes Penuche's magic: < 27 > [d20=2]

[Anastasia]

Quite possibly, Yuth. Debonah can't fail to beat that roll, so Calleigh's intimidated.

"Very well, I will ask Sune. But my sisters and I oversee love in Creation. All of it, from the simplest affection of goblins to the greatest romances of the planes. If we do not work to see love continues and spread, it can begin to weaken in Creation. I honor your crusade's noble goals, but it is not the only important task in Creation." She stands, uncaring of her undressed state. A simple gesture brings the robe Rosa brought over to her, expanding to cover her body.

Debonah's gaze is still on Tryll the entire while, "But I would like to know how you knew to drop Cresiel's name to me, yet not mention that he is my nephew."

[Yuthirin]

Shockingly, when you frighten what amounts to a child...

Calleigh freezes, a look of terror crossing her face. She sniffles, the look of terror collapsing into a great frown as she lets out a husky wail and starts to cry.

Tryll gives Debonah a tremendously unimpressed tri-lobed look. "I rescind my offer." Calleigh rises into the air, hanging by her dress as she sobs. "I did not know Cresiel was related to you. I simply thought you may know him. Any further questions can be tendered with Cresiel himself upon the Aurora at your convenience, which can currently be found on Water. Good day." With Calleigh in tow, he exits the room.

[Anastasia]

Debonah winces visibly as Calleigh begins to cry, "Wait, both of you" she says softly in Celestial, "I apologize, Calleigh. I meant to stop you, I did not mean to traumatize you so."

[Yuthirin]

A word, and the oil covering Calleigh vanishes. Her sniffling form is then placed into Rosa's hands with a private message. "I am physically incapable of hugs."

He faces Debonah again, facial tentacles waving at her in mostly-invisible admonishment. "So your reaction is to intimidate an embodiment of childlike innocence and joy? You expected that to work?"

[Anastasia]

Rosa gently coos to Calleigh, hugging her as much as she can with the size difference. She otherwise stays well out of this, as does Misalea.

"I had hoped to quiet her, but my rebuke was sharper than intended. My apologies, I seldom deal with children," Debonah admits, and then with some contrition, "The sphere of love I deal with is men loving men. Children are not a natural result of those relationships."

[Yuthirin]

Assuming you meant "quiet her?"

"Irrelevant. You are a paragon of virtue and love by design. No one should have to tell you how to treat a child. Or a courre. Certainly not me." A moment of silence. "That said, Calleigh. Do you accept her apology?"

Scrubbing at puffy eyes with the back of her hand, Calleigh sniffles and nods. "Uh huh."

[Anastasia]

Yes, a typo slipped through. Thanks for catching it. Also you botched your italics.

Debonah approaches Calleigh, smiling. "I'm sorry." She reaches out with a finger, gently patting Calleigh's tiny head. "Just let this pass and forget it. It's nothing to blight your endless summer days with."

Then she heads to Tryll and speaks quietly, "I would have an answer to my question. Cresiel is family and you imply much, including that he fell under the sway of the Pale Prince of Undeath." She offers her hand, "Let us take a walk together, away from the others, and talk."

[Yuthirin]

Calleigh nods at the solar, face smearing streakiness as she rubs at an eye. "'sokay. I'm okay." More sniffles. "Just surprised me. Won' happen again."

Tryll eyes her hand with an eye, the other two on her face. Then he stretches out an ethereal tentacle and wraps it around her hand. As he does so, Calleigh perks up and grins, frowns very clearly forgotten. She clambers up Rosa's sleeve to sit on her shoulder and starts yammering about vanilla and sugary snacks.

Presuming she has some sort of ghost touch ability?

[Anastasia]

It seems so. She's also a solar, and for them things are less a question of what they can do and more a question of what they can't do.

The two walk out like this, back out and away from the manor altogether. They walk in the rose mazes around the building, Debonah only speaking up then. "Tell me what trouble Cresiel got himself into."