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Basically around when the last journal was made. It isn't the only thing I have been writing but good lord it hurt. \n\nI'll be honest there is very little I like about this story. it works, it moves the plot along. But I don't enjoy reading it and I'm really just getting it out of the way to get things where they need to go. Hopefully others like it. If not, well I've updated and rewritten things years after the fact before. So we will see.\n\nHope you somehow enjoy it. If not, well thankfully there will be more coming.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Special thanks to \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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For helping me brute though a couple rough spots.

Good GOD this story.

I've been beating at this when I could since November. Basically around when the last journal was made. It isn't the only thing I have been writing but good lord it hurt.

I'll be honest there is very little I like about this story. it works, it moves the plot along. But I don't enjoy reading it and I'm really just getting it out of the way to get things where they need to go. Hopefully others like it. If not, well I've updated and rewritten things years after the fact before. So we will see.

Hope you somehow enjoy it. If not, well thankfully there will be more coming.", "writing": "By Right: Spoils, Part 2\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tSomewhere, far away, Scr1pt felt her body aching. It wasn’t anything strong. The brown-furred little bat barely noticed it as anything more than a murmur. Unfortunately that was the worrying part.\n\n\tThat poor, hazy little mind floated helplessly in a blank formless torrent of raw data. Ones and zeros passing by at near light speeds as the data that made up her mind mirrored itself into an artificial construct. \n\n\tIt wasn‘t an overall unfamiliar sensation. A few moments of blank void while jacking in to a slow system. Never anything this long or this brutal. It was an unsettling lack of input even in comparison to the prolonged offline slog Scr1pt had gone though before being thrown in the tube. \n\n\tAdmittedly it was hard to tell about time in the ‘real‘ world when jacked in. Things often stretched and slowed to make judging that kind of passage near impossible. But for someone like Scr1pt any amount of time without stimulation of some sort was too long. She scrambled in that disembodied darkness though every mental trick she could tossing out small lines of code and intentional errors. Anything she really could in the hopes of something making the emulation finally start, desperate for something to finally get her out of that dark digital limbo.\n\n \tThe code caught, and the cold blank darkness mercifully broke. Striking blue and green streaks of light slowly assembled themselves against the preset wireframe locked deep within the bats Datajack. \n\n\tShe watched her body, her digitized body, her real body. Slowly forming from below. Slender lanky limbs covered in shock red fur with smattered streaks of white. Her feet and shins covered by long leathery spats that crept up her shins part way. One going up to the hip and the other attached to her belt by a garter strap. Small patches of draconic scales forming along the small of her back and thighs in brilliant metallic rubies and pearls. Each scale shimmering like a fine cut opal as it was caught in the simulated light. \n\n\tScr1pt looked up from this slow formation once she was assured of the transformation. The newly formed draconic wings spread out from her back and stretched into the digital aether as the small draco-bat let out a roar far too big for a frame as wispy and willow as hers.\n\n\tThe dysphonic feeling that she usually felt subsided as the young girl finally settled into her digital body. She took a moment to look down at her own perfectly rendered digital hands. Thick and stocky as opposed to the long stringy fingers she was born with. Red and white fur forming into patches of scale and finally sharp claws at the tip. It felt right.\n\n\tBeyond that hand she could already see the virtual landscape slowly knitting itself together below her feet. The winding wavering strands of light quickly formed out before her as dirt gave way to paving stone gave way to random curling bridges of thick root fiber and back to dirt. An Island of soil and wood built upon in a vast open skybox that was slowly forming. The branching path behind her was forming out for miles with no end in sight. Before her the path forming and forging itself into part of a massive tree.\n\n\t“Oh, by the beard of Woz!” Scr1pt spat. “Are you kidding me?” The tree that spread out before her was all too familiar. It was the typical environmental interpretation sold with most Yggdrasil Ai and OS shells. A massive and heavily populated iteration of the ‘world tree’ that was the Megacorps’ namesake. It was a motif that ‘Drasi marketing liked to beat into the ground as much as they could.\n\n\tIt was also the chunkiest interpretative interface any mainstream publisher had put out in the past two decades.\n\n\tOnce again Scr1pt reached down into the little mental wellspring of data where she held her cache of custom codes and tools. She waited patiently for an apparent opening and quickly waved her thick, taloned hand before her in an attempt to hijack the environment and replace it with her own.\n\n\tDark green runes, another cheesy symptom of the interpretation, drifted up into the sky only to blink away into the air around them. The world shifted, rumbled. Small simultaneous twitches of her own program. Massive, imposing skyscrapers bathed in the light of an impossibly huge moon stretching up countless stories and winding around seemingly impossible laneways flickered and fought with the fantastical daylight skyscape spreading out around her. \n\n\tThe dazed decker winced as she watched the two scapes fight and struggle to push each other out. Her script seeking to assert itself and redirect all resources to the environments sitting deep in her own meat sack head while the utterly inferior system somehow managed to reset each ‘failed’ check for the core Yggdrasil environment and start the whole thing over from a default of the damn tree.\n\n\tEven by the extraordinarily skewed perceptions of time that could come with being jacked in to a larger system Scr1pt’s struggle didn’t’ take too long. She could feel her body strain and her head heat as her meat body and implants fought off the bizarre assertions of dominance by overall antiquated tech. What little brain power she could actively spare from the struggle was split between staying upright and trying to edit her own script in a way that would stop this damn recursive loop before she gave herself a neural blowout. \n\n\tThankfully things started to solidify around her. Fresh earth and green grass shifted to concrete and asphalt. The sky locked into a deep hazy twilight with the moon looming brightly though the thick leaves and branches. Skyscrapers pushed up from below and streaked up into higher boughs.\n\n\tIt was annoying, but at the very least the sight of her own familiar trappings gave the young bat some idea of where she was going. If she was going to jack out of this place she would need to find a root directory for the base security and then fidget with the controls to her own pod. In most systems something like that would be easy enough to find. Everything would be set up in nice, neat clusters under heavy protection and need little more than to find the right visual marker. With her code in place that meant the right building or pavilion.\n\n\tScr1pt sighed and looked around the buildings. Massive, nondescript skyscrapers full of mostly junk data. A visual representation of stock code and simplistic algorithms likely peppered with gigs of junk ware and inert code. They stopped at either side of a long paved road running down the current tree branch and up to the trunk of the massive tree she apparently could not get rid of. The young decker sighed and ran her fingers though her long and now shaggy mane of hair. She began walking slowly though the newly formed area. \n\n\tShe sent out a few pings, small wisps of light that would sweep between them and slowly guide her towards the right location. Nothing too strong or frequent, just a subtle wave that would eventually, hopefully, find the markers laid out by her overlay and show her where to find the data she wanted.\n\n\tThe pings finally led Scr1pt to the plaza she had been seeking. A massive skyscraper surrounded on either side by a crown of smaller buildings with thin dark roads encircling the base of the larger building itself and a circular plaza resting just before it.\n\n\tScr1pt looked up at that large building with a small, prideful grin. It was twisted. All of them were. A building that seemed to grow wider as it rose in twisted forced perspective. A slab of dark concrete bedecked with a few lights on here and there rising up to a massive, traditional clock face near its top. It was a particular point of pride among her creations and even with the annoying interference of boughs and branches stood tall into the clear twilight sky.\n\n\tOnce in the proper alleyway it didn’t take long to find what she was looking for. A simple winding path from one branching ally to another that finally ended at a near dead-end. A busted neon sign for a small curio shop sat not far from that dead end, it’s appetence largely nondescript save for the simple fact that the other buildings were all blank and nondescript.\n\n\tShe pushed the shop door open slowly, peeking her head in as much as she dared. Her long scale-touched ears twisted and tweaked slowly from side to side. Everything seemed largely in place. No sound of movement. Just that odd smell of poorly used city and antique must. Scr1pt reached down to her hip a moment and shut her eyes. Swirling wisps of green streaking around into a holster with a large, overly exaggerated pistol now pulled up to her hip.\n\n\tThe bat sighed happily as her thicker, stockier simulated hand wrapped pleasingly around the heavy wooden stock of the impossible gun. She tugged hard enough to undo the magnet holding the secure strap in place and slipped the weapon in front of her. Looking down the sights as she paced past the shelves of books, shelves and old metal curios even she had no real idea on.\n\n\t“Man, the security in here sucks… There has to be something.” She laughed nervously to herself. No books jumping out at her, no monster between her and the back. Considering how badly she could screw this whole compound up with the info in this little shop she half expected some big, mean Norse monstrosity popping out. Some giant monster with flaming ice for hands and saw blade teeth sitting behind the front desk drooling acid as it watched her. It was a relief. Or at least it would be if it wasn’t so maddeningly off.\n\n\tThe draco-bat plodded her way though the shop sweeping her gun carefully back and forth. Quiet, heel toe footfalls though the shop as she examined each item for a sign that it might be some interoperated I.C. she had somehow missed. She managed to make it all the way up to the desk without seeing anything in her meticulous scans, her shoulders and wings slumping slightly as she paced the few final steps up to the desk.\n\n\tA loud crack, like bone snapping in some monstrous jaws jolted the little decker back to alert as she swung the gun back up and opened fire. Shelves full of knick-knacks and curios popped and sizzled in a green bolt of simulated plasmic hellfire. Molten air and ozone sizzling as paper and metal and wood all burned and smoldered in heaps of random ash now littering the store.\n\n\tScr1pt panted and gasped as she waved the gun in a quick sweep back an forth. She finally looked down and lifted her foot paw. A small wooden stick with a core of graphite sat broken under her foot.\n\n\tThe decker sighed and let herself chuckle nervously at the mistake. Her taloned hand trembled a bit as she slowly shoved the gun back against her hip and let the magnet reseal it in place. Scr1pt turned around and put a hand on the desk intending to vault it. Instead seeing someone standing at the other side. \n\n\t“Hello! I didn’t think we were expecting customers today.” The chipper thing all but squealed. “My name is Rati! I see you were currently browsing our wares. I’m sure I could help you find what it is you are looking for. Please feel free to ask me any questions you may have!”\n\n\tIt was her… Something that had filled the little bats heart with absolute dread since the moment she was forced in to this little slice of virtual hells cape. Those chipper cheeks, that simple honey-blonde hair with a blue streak in it, eyes glistening in perpetual cheery helpfulness.\n\n\tThe word slipped out in a bitter, almost violent whisper. “Ratatoskr…”\n\n\t“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” the simulated mascot replied happily. “Well I mean technically you can’t wear it out. It’s a mental construct of primitive labeling held over for the sake of organic ease and tradition wherein we assign meaningless words with often forgotten attributes to them for specific people and objects with emotional or life significance. But I’m sure you knew that already!”\n\n\tScr1pt wrapped her paw around her weapon once more. Every shred of her, both here and in meat space, wanted nothing more than to unload on the chipper little freak right here and now. Only the horrific realization of how much black I.C. might come down on her stayed the bat’s trigger finger. Even then the temptation was so very, very sweet.\n\n\tIf it was any consolation it seemed that her own skin of this whole system had colored the Drasi mascot as well. ‘Rati’ had a few piercing in her ears an even one in her left eyebrow. Better still she was draped in a nice, thick heavy black hoodie-cloak with a rather oversized zipper up it’s front. A garment that looked almost impossibly adorable and hilarious on such a sweet and innocent little Mascot.\n\n\tShe smirked a bit and sighed softly, shaking her head. “Ooookay Rati. So then. What exactly is it I can find in your lovely little shop?”\n\n\t“Well it does depend in part on what you are looking for doesn’t it? I will say it seems that some of our products have suffered a bit of an… accident.” She giggled chipperly looking around at the blasted ruin that was once the shop. “But we still have plenty of books, a wide array of wonderful old tools for you to use. Products from up and down the branches of the tree. I go get them myself!” she squealed proudly. “Each one is hand crafted and one of a kind, I can assure you.”\n\n\tScr1pt blinked a bit and tilted her head bit. “Well, that sounds nice I guess… but not really what I’m looking for. Though I am willing to bet you have something you can help me with, sweetie” She leaned over the table a bit and grinned nice and wide. “See what I need is some info. Perhaps something in the back?” the little draco-bat murred loudly and fluttered the wings on her back lazily as her nose wrinkled cutely.\n\n\tThe simulation giggled happily. Kennas were known to be flighty by default, and one of them running a Ratatoskr was all too easy. “Tell you what. You let me in the back and I’ll see if there is something I might find useful? I mean, tat’s why you’re here right? Lil miss shopkeep?” She giggled a bit and tilted her head cutely. The simulated little squirrel blinked and blushed hard, giggling and grinning dopily as she looked at the draco-bat with a small whine.\n\n\t“I… well I suppose that wouldn’t hurt too much right?” the little squirrel whined.\n\n\tIt really was that easy. A whole company of oversexed and overworked wage slaves, and real slaves. Even the artificial programs were such easy little sluts and horn dogs.\n\n\tThe squirrel whined a bit and looked off to the side. Scr1ipt scratching slowly behind her ear and making the little mascot churr loudly. “I, if you have something you wanna see I am sure we can find it in the back” She said nodding a bit “Though I hope you have at least something you would like to request, I worry I might get in trouble if I take someone in the back without good reason.” She giggled dopily.\n\n\t“Oh trust me.” Scr1pt giggled “There’s gonna be plenty to justify… and I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.” The little bat leaned up and grinned as her free hand slipped down and ran across the side of her little gun. Blue streaks of code fluttering and coalescing around the weapon as she set a new fire code into the weapon. “All I really want is a map, and a couple other bits of info. I couldn’t seem to just access them from my jack, so I have to fix that. Nothing more. It shouldn’t take long at all now should it?” She giggled\n\n\tThe simulated squirrel mascot shook her head as she turned around slowly and pulled the thick black hood over her head, that tail poking out ever so slightly. “Well ok. I suppose I can show you, miss” she giggled “We just have to be a bit quick about it” that tail waggled and waved side to side as she went in behind the narrow beaded doorway leading in to the back.\n\n\t“And this is why you make your own overlay” Scr1pt chuckled to herself. The lanky decker slipped herself over the front desk of the trashed store and followed her easily tricked AI ‘friend’ into the back room. She compressed her wings hard and sucked in a deep breath to go past a pair of archaic physical filing cabinets that flanked the door on either side. Slipping past the beads and into a small storage space full of randomly complied junk and jumbled garbage paperwork all representing countless bits of worthless data. \n\n\tShe waved a hand slowly over one of them, just to be sure that the screwed up overlay hadn’t ruined her typical markers and back doors. Normally this little shop is where security info would be, but after the glitches initiation who knew. Luckily everything seemed to be fine. A pile of old office supplies and wooden figurines ‘read’ to her as a list of names and personal information for the security staff on site. The same names she’d pulled out when they let her loose from that little breaking chamber. \n\n\tAnother quick scan, this time of some old antique pistols, gave her the status of the automated guns set up around the base. Most of it light anti personnel lasers and anti air guns. Probably designed to keep away low tech natives rather than any sort of serious threat.\n\n\tScr1pt took a moment to slip her meatspace body and voice into the friendly fire recognition systems of the guns. That was already a third of what she needed out of the way. All she needed was a map and a few gate codes and she could bolt out of here.\n\n\tShe looked up to see how far ahead of her the little AI puppet had gotten. It was almost monotonous really. The hooded squirrel moving along down simple white hallways littered with boxes of junk data here and there. Every once in a while turning a corner that was almost impossible to really notice before hand thanks to the blank walls and black and white checkered floor. \n\n\tBefore too long she found herself unable to really check the boxes laying around if she wished to keep up, especially as the hallways twisted and turned more frequently. It actually started to become annoying as she twisted and turned struggling to keep up with the squirrels stride. It got so quick by the end that she barely noticed as the robed figure finally vanished seemingly out of sight.\n\n\tScr1pt stopped sort. Those wings quickly spread out and fluttering hard as she sought to keep her balance. The hallway fell aside, opening up into a massive, utterly jarring cave. More jarring fantasy creeping into her simulation. An almost cartoonishly large cavern with glowing mushrooms and roots littered throughout. There was no sign of the squirrel, but near the bottom of the cave she could see a large domed dirt house straight out of fantasy vids.\n\n\t“This is gonna suck” she sighed as she looked at the jarringly out of place tile stairs twisting absurdly down towards the front door of that house. They were her own design, paths between large packets of data and such. That alone told her she was about to go far off of the reservation.\n\n\tShe could go back. She just needed a map and the door key. Hell she could probably even avoid the map itself. After all how big could the compound be? But then she still needed to get her meat body out of that tube. Woz only knew how long she’d been in the thing or how much damage her brain had taken with this primitive tube running lord only knew what figures and processes though her.\n\n\tThat would be hard to pull off on its own. Doable, but not if the system was on alert. If the little squirrel construct stayed sweet talked and soundly on her good side the thing might be able to show her the way to release the locks and slip out of the tube. If she bailed though it was a good bet that the system would be looking out for her anyways. Her gun could set the fluffy lil thing in a loop for a while. But running, there were too many ways that could go back.\n\n\tRealizing she didn’t have too much choice the draco-bat took a couple of quick, tentative steps down the twisting winding stairway path before leaping and gliding her way on those wings. Slowly and carefully streaking down into the deep, dark cavern towards the big dirt building.\n\n\tScr1pt touched down her foot on a large slate plate before a massive circular wooden door. It was easily twice her size, yet the heavy thing was left cracked open and easily opened with a small shove. The massive wooden disc slowly creaking on a heavy hinge. She could see the main room, full of tomes and old wood panels with rows of book shelves and arcanish minutia she could only guess at. A quick visual glance for most of them told her she was currently deep in the root program. Walking in though protocols designed to keep the base network tied to that quantum entanglement hub that was serving it data from whatever big corporation provided the service. \n\n\tAs she walked deeper into the large, open space she felt a small shiver running up her spine. Even with her long, sensitive ears Scr1pt could only pick up a few rather subtle sounds. Crackling fire, the creak of hard wood under her own feet, the soft crackles of open fire she knew only from those few times Butchers people decided to drag her out into the field. What stuck out more was the smell. There was must, old wood, but as she went in further she was overwhelmed by a thick, growing, all encompassing scent of smoke.\n\n\t“Hey, uhhh, Rati? Dear? Are you in here?” She finally muttered as she walked deeper into the room. “I kinda think I might have misspoken. I need a compound map. Not really that interested in anything major. I’m sure they must have it in the system or something, right? Rati? Helloooo?”\n\n\t“I see…” A loud, booming voice filled the room from in the dim darkness at the back. Thick billowing clouds of smoke rose as the voice began to laugh. Curling its way to a hole in the ceiling and spiraling up slowly. The room filled with the thick, acrid, almost spicy scent. \n\n\tThe door slammed shut hard. Scr1pt twisted around and gripped her gun hard while sifting though her mental list of useful programs. She yanked the gun from her side and pointed it towards the darkness just as a bright light flickered to life in the direction of the laughter. Rati was there. The chipper little squirrel standing there with a happy grin plastered on those slightly chubby cheeks and hood pulled back once more. A thick collar rested around the girls neck with a long, thick chain leading up from it to the arm of a large, heavy wooden chair.\n\n\tThe form in that chair made her heart sink. \n\n\tIt was a Dragon, a real Dragon… or at least as real as storybook creatures could get. The thing was massive, at least seven feet tall and almost stunningly Amazonian. Long, muscled limbs covered in soft, almost mirrored silver scales reclined in a throne of hard oak and heavy padding. She wore thick, supple leather more fitting in a 20th century dungeon than some arcane fairy tale. A simple thong that curled over her exposed hip and tight corset holding her toned underbelly stopping just under a large, luscious, yet somehow perfectly sculpted pair of breasts.\n\n\tOne massive, taloned hand moved to rest itself on the head of that little squirrel construct, petting and stroking her hair gently. “Impressive… quite impressive” the booming figure chuckled. Silvery whips of thick smoke curling from her nostrils as the sharp faced dragon slowly guided a long lacquered cigarette holder to her lips. “You did quite well, little pest. But then I knew you would.”\n\n\t“Thank you my Lady!” Rati giggled happily. “Thank you very much. I knew something this beautiful would catch your eye. May I get a reward for my service? Please?” The squirrel looked up hopefully and waved her tail happily back and forth. \n\n\t“Seriously? You dragged me down here for this?” Scr1pt growled loudly. “I knew I should have just ditched you, squirrel butt. Even Drasi tech isn’t as stupidly helpful as you.”\n\n\t“But I am helpful!” The squirrel pouted “Besides, this is helpful. Very helpful. My Lady can tell you everything you could possibly want.”\n\n\t“Yeah… sure she can.” Scr1pt grumbled as she slowly started to draw her weapon. “And what exactly is the deal with your ‘lady’ hmm? Let me guess. A security program? A nice big chunk of I.C. to stop me? Doesn’t look like anything from my overlay.”\n\n\tThe Dragon let out a soft smoky laugh, her smoke curling around her lips and the tip of her holder. She took a small, soft drag on the tip. It lit brightly among the dim candles, the cherry of that cigarette drawing the attention of the eager little squirrel, and drawing the focus of the intruding decker as well.\n\n\tScr1pt winced a bit as she looked over the terrible, beautiful figure. Considering her own… affinity for the idea of draconic beings, she was unable to ignore how utterly captivating this figure was. The soft scales and hard ropey muscles mixed power and sensuality in shocking harmony. She paused, taking that vision in, biting the corner of her lip. “So, what, you represent a root program? I’m guessing you govern the I/O though this system” She said as she started to carefully tug her weapon from the holster.\n\n\t“Close. I am, Niohoggr, dear one. Though you may call me Lady Nio.”\n\n\t“Yeah, sure you are. I’m also guessing you know what I am if you had the little traitor squirrel lead me here?” the bat girl spat as she narrowed her eyes and gazed into the aloof dragons face. “Here I figured I just found another lazy Drasi loophole.”\n\n\tThe Dragon smirked and started to chuckle as she shook her head “Oh, you did. But you did also try to change our world in order to suit your liking. That isn’t why you were plugged in now is it? Messing with root files? Such a naughty little draggie you are my dear. You should have known better.” \n\n\tThe Dragon smirked wide and shifted her weight. Leaning forward and locking on to the little deckers eyes as she blew a thin silvery stream of smoke down over the soft draconically twisted bat-girls face. Scr1pt coughing hard at the stinging silvery smoke and took a half step back.\n\n\t“So what, you gonna fry me now?” the bat girl coughed as she waved the smoke out of her face. “I mean you seem like a pretty powerful part of this whole system. It seems kind of odd that you didn’t just throw something hard at me right off the bat. I mean if you knew what I was doing when I tried to reskin this whole place…”\n\n\tScr1pt yanked her weapon out of its holster quickly. The trigger clicked hard. Then clicked again. Scr1pt blinked in shock and yanked on the trigger over and over as her eyes went down to the gun. The barrel tip and part of its length had glitches out and decompiled. Whole textured parts were now missing. \n\n\tThe Dragon chuckled softly as smoke curled from her nostrils. That powerful Amazonian body slowly heaved itself around and shifted position. Lady Nio laughed softly and slowly flexed herself around in her seat as she waved a taloned hand. Glittering green runes flashing as they slowly danced from the arm of her chair and streaked over to the deckers neck.\n\n\tPoor Scr1pt twisted around and tried to run. She spread those large draconic wings on her back and flapped as hard as she could in an attempt to get airborne. The hard flapping wings pushed her upwards, rising far faster than real world physics could ever allow. A handful of flaps pushed her near the curling chimney hole where the smoke all curled out, only for her too stop and wince as something around her neck suddenly tugged her neck hard.\n\n\tShe gagged, choked and gripped her neck. The sudden lack of air and loss of momentum sent her plummeting down hard into the ground. As Scr1pt looked up she saw the dragon standing. One large glove-covered hand wrapping around a thick steel chain that now connected the decker to the throne. A chain that set right next to the one the traitorous little program now wore.\n\n\t“Now now dear. Don’t be like that.” the Dragon growled slowly as she dragged the chain towards herself slowly. Dazed as she was Scr1pt could barely put up any resistance as her body was slowly hauled over the smoothed wooden floor. “Come now. You really haven’t done enough to justify all of this squirming and struggling. I mean you practically walked into my lair after all” The dragon cooed as she tugged her captive up by the chain. “You can’t start getting upset now just because you tried to sleepwalk though all of this, my little dear” she murred. A thick puff of smoke breaking over the little Draco-bat’s face.\n\n\t“Yeah, well. Forgive me if I didn’t take my time. But I’d rather not burn out in a primitive ‘Drasi tube getting my brain milked for processing power” She grunted and choked hard as the collar dug into her neck. Scr1pt looked into the eyes of her captor and started to shiver. Her wings fluttering helplessly.\n\n\tLady Noi let the chain, and her captive, drop. The poor bat falling hard on the floor once again, much to the Lady’s amusement. “But that is where you are, and that is what you are. Your function is simple. You are here to provide processing power, and provide it you shall.” The dragon growled.\n\n\tScr1pt winced and started to pull herself up. She thudded into something warm and firm, looking up and blushing as she realized the Dragon woman had a rather considerable package tucked into that thong, smelling the musk and smoke even though the thick leather material. She blushed and quickly pulled back even as her nose sniffled the air again in a clumsy, dopy attempt at guile.\n\n\tThe Lady just grinned a big, toothy grin and chuckled. Her long serpent like tongue tracing over her lips. “Don’t worry dear. The Lady will teach you. You have a role to fulfill, and you will do just that.”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "By Right: Spoils, Part 2
By TerraMGP

\tSomewhere, far away, Scr1pt felt her body aching. It wasn’t anything strong. The brown-furred little bat barely noticed it as anything more than a murmur. Unfortunately that was the worrying part.

\tThat poor, hazy little mind floated helplessly in a blank formless torrent of raw data. Ones and zeros passing by at near light speeds as the data that made up her mind mirrored itself into an artificial construct.

\tIt wasn‘t an overall unfamiliar sensation. A few moments of blank void while jacking in to a slow system. Never anything this long or this brutal. It was an unsettling lack of input even in comparison to the prolonged offline slog Scr1pt had gone though before being thrown in the tube.

\tAdmittedly it was hard to tell about time in the ‘real‘ world when jacked in. Things often stretched and slowed to make judging that kind of passage near impossible. But for someone like Scr1pt any amount of time without stimulation of some sort was too long. She scrambled in that disembodied darkness though every mental trick she could tossing out small lines of code and intentional errors. Anything she really could in the hopes of something making the emulation finally start, desperate for something to finally get her out of that dark digital limbo.

 \tThe code caught, and the cold blank darkness mercifully broke. Striking blue and green streaks of light slowly assembled themselves against the preset wireframe locked deep within the bats Datajack.

\tShe watched her body, her digitized body, her real body. Slowly forming from below. Slender lanky limbs covered in shock red fur with smattered streaks of white. Her feet and shins covered by long leathery spats that crept up her shins part way. One going up to the hip and the other attached to her belt by a garter strap. Small patches of draconic scales forming along the small of her back and thighs in brilliant metallic rubies and pearls. Each scale shimmering like a fine cut opal as it was caught in the simulated light.

\tScr1pt looked up from this slow formation once she was assured of the transformation. The newly formed draconic wings spread out from her back and stretched into the digital aether as the small draco-bat let out a roar far too big for a frame as wispy and willow as hers.

\tThe dysphonic feeling that she usually felt subsided as the young girl finally settled into her digital body. She took a moment to look down at her own perfectly rendered digital hands. Thick and stocky as opposed to the long stringy fingers she was born with. Red and white fur forming into patches of scale and finally sharp claws at the tip. It felt right.

\tBeyond that hand she could already see the virtual landscape slowly knitting itself together below her feet. The winding wavering strands of light quickly formed out before her as dirt gave way to paving stone gave way to random curling bridges of thick root fiber and back to dirt. An Island of soil and wood built upon in a vast open skybox that was slowly forming. The branching path behind her was forming out for miles with no end in sight. Before her the path forming and forging itself into part of a massive tree.

\t“Oh, by the beard of Woz!” Scr1pt spat. “Are you kidding me?” The tree that spread out before her was all too familiar. It was the typical environmental interpretation sold with most Yggdrasil Ai and OS shells. A massive and heavily populated iteration of the ‘world tree’ that was the Megacorps’ namesake. It was a motif that ‘Drasi marketing liked to beat into the ground as much as they could.

\tIt was also the chunkiest interpretative interface any mainstream publisher had put out in the past two decades.

\tOnce again Scr1pt reached down into the little mental wellspring of data where she held her cache of custom codes and tools. She waited patiently for an apparent opening and quickly waved her thick, taloned hand before her in an attempt to hijack the environment and replace it with her own.

\tDark green runes, another cheesy symptom of the interpretation, drifted up into the sky only to blink away into the air around them. The world shifted, rumbled. Small simultaneous twitches of her own program. Massive, imposing skyscrapers bathed in the light of an impossibly huge moon stretching up countless stories and winding around seemingly impossible laneways flickered and fought with the fantastical daylight skyscape spreading out around her.

\tThe dazed decker winced as she watched the two scapes fight and struggle to push each other out. Her script seeking to assert itself and redirect all resources to the environments sitting deep in her own meat sack head while the utterly inferior system somehow managed to reset each ‘failed’ check for the core Yggdrasil environment and start the whole thing over from a default of the damn tree.

\tEven by the extraordinarily skewed perceptions of time that could come with being jacked in to a larger system Scr1pt’s struggle didn’t’ take too long. She could feel her body strain and her head heat as her meat body and implants fought off the bizarre assertions of dominance by overall antiquated tech. What little brain power she could actively spare from the struggle was split between staying upright and trying to edit her own script in a way that would stop this damn recursive loop before she gave herself a neural blowout.

\tThankfully things started to solidify around her. Fresh earth and green grass shifted to concrete and asphalt. The sky locked into a deep hazy twilight with the moon looming brightly though the thick leaves and branches. Skyscrapers pushed up from below and streaked up into higher boughs.

\tIt was annoying, but at the very least the sight of her own familiar trappings gave the young bat some idea of where she was going. If she was going to jack out of this place she would need to find a root directory for the base security and then fidget with the controls to her own pod. In most systems something like that would be easy enough to find. Everything would be set up in nice, neat clusters under heavy protection and need little more than to find the right visual marker. With her code in place that meant the right building or pavilion.

\tScr1pt sighed and looked around the buildings. Massive, nondescript skyscrapers full of mostly junk data. A visual representation of stock code and simplistic algorithms likely peppered with gigs of junk ware and inert code. They stopped at either side of a long paved road running down the current tree branch and up to the trunk of the massive tree she apparently could not get rid of. The young decker sighed and ran her fingers though her long and now shaggy mane of hair. She began walking slowly though the  newly formed area.

\tShe sent out a few pings, small wisps of light that would sweep between them and slowly guide her towards the right location. Nothing too strong or frequent, just a subtle wave that would eventually, hopefully, find the markers laid out by her overlay and show her where to find the data she wanted.

\tThe pings finally led Scr1pt to the plaza she had been seeking. A massive skyscraper surrounded on either side by a crown of smaller buildings with thin dark roads encircling the base of the larger building itself and a circular plaza resting just before it.

\tScr1pt looked up at that large building with a small, prideful grin. It was twisted. All of them were. A building that seemed to grow wider as it rose in twisted forced perspective. A slab of dark concrete bedecked with a few lights on here and there rising up to a massive, traditional clock face near its top. It was a particular point of pride among her creations and even with the annoying interference of boughs and branches stood tall into the clear twilight sky.

\tOnce in the proper alleyway it didn’t take long to find what she was looking for. A simple winding path from one branching ally to another that finally ended at a near dead-end. A busted neon sign for a small curio shop sat not far from that dead end, it’s appetence largely nondescript save for the simple fact that the other buildings were all blank and nondescript.

\tShe pushed the shop door open slowly, peeking her head in as much as she dared. Her long scale-touched ears twisted and tweaked slowly from side to side. Everything seemed largely in place. No sound of movement. Just that odd smell of poorly used city and antique must. Scr1pt reached down to her hip a moment and shut her eyes. Swirling wisps of green streaking around into a holster with a large, overly exaggerated pistol now pulled up to her hip.

\tThe bat sighed happily as her thicker, stockier simulated hand wrapped pleasingly around the heavy wooden stock of the impossible gun. She tugged hard enough to undo the magnet holding the secure strap in place and slipped the weapon in front of her. Looking down the sights as she paced past the shelves of books, shelves and old metal curios even she had no real idea on.

\t“Man, the security in here sucks… There has to be something.” She laughed nervously to herself. No books jumping out at her, no monster between her and the back. Considering how badly she could screw this whole compound up with the info in this little shop she half expected some big, mean Norse monstrosity popping out. Some giant monster with flaming ice for hands and saw blade teeth sitting behind the front desk drooling acid as it watched her. It was a relief. Or at least it would be if it wasn’t so maddeningly off.

\tThe draco-bat plodded her way though the shop sweeping her gun carefully back and forth. Quiet, heel toe footfalls though the shop as she examined each item for a sign that it might be some interoperated I.C. she had somehow missed. She managed to make it all the way up to the desk without seeing anything in her meticulous scans, her shoulders and wings slumping slightly as she paced the few final steps up to the desk.

\tA loud crack, like bone snapping in some monstrous jaws jolted the little decker back to alert as she swung the gun back up and opened fire. Shelves full of knick-knacks and curios popped and sizzled in a green bolt of simulated plasmic hellfire. Molten air and ozone sizzling as paper and metal and wood all burned and smoldered in heaps of random ash now littering the store.

\tScr1pt panted and gasped as she waved the gun in a quick sweep back an forth. She finally looked down and lifted her foot paw. A small wooden stick with a core of graphite sat broken under her foot.

\tThe decker sighed and let herself chuckle nervously at the mistake. Her taloned hand trembled a bit as she slowly shoved the gun back against her hip and let the magnet reseal it in place. Scr1pt turned around and put a hand on the desk intending to vault it. Instead seeing someone standing at the other side.

\t“Hello! I didn’t think we were expecting customers today.” The chipper thing all but squealed. “My name is Rati! I see you were currently browsing our wares. I’m sure I could help you find what it is you are looking for. Please feel free to ask me any questions you may have!”

\tIt was her… Something that had filled the little bats heart with absolute dread since the moment she was forced in to this little slice of virtual hells cape. Those chipper cheeks, that simple honey-blonde hair with a blue streak in it, eyes glistening in perpetual cheery helpfulness.

\tThe word slipped out in a bitter, almost violent whisper. “Ratatoskr…”

\t“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!” the simulated mascot replied happily. “Well I mean technically you can’t wear it out. It’s a mental construct of primitive labeling held over for the sake of organic ease and tradition wherein we assign meaningless words with often forgotten attributes to them for specific people and objects with emotional or life significance. But I’m sure you knew that already!”

\tScr1pt wrapped her paw around her weapon once more. Every shred of her, both here and in meat space, wanted nothing more than to unload on the chipper little freak right here and now. Only the horrific realization of how much black I.C. might come down on her stayed the bat’s trigger finger. Even then the temptation was so very, very sweet.

\tIf it was any consolation it seemed that her own skin of this whole system had colored the Drasi mascot as well. ‘Rati’ had a few piercing in her ears an even one in her left eyebrow. Better still she was draped in a nice, thick heavy black hoodie-cloak with a rather oversized zipper up it’s front. A garment that looked almost impossibly adorable and hilarious on such a sweet and innocent little Mascot.

\tShe smirked a bit and sighed softly, shaking her head. “Ooookay Rati. So then. What exactly is it I can find in your lovely little shop?”

\t“Well it does depend in part on what you are looking for doesn’t it? I will say it seems that some of our products have suffered a bit of an… accident.” She giggled chipperly looking around at the blasted ruin that was once the shop. “But we still have plenty of books, a wide array of wonderful old tools for you to use. Products from up and down the branches of the tree. I go get them myself!” she squealed proudly. “Each one is hand crafted and one of a kind, I can assure you.”

\tScr1pt blinked a bit and tilted her head bit. “Well, that sounds nice I guess… but not really what I’m looking for. Though I am willing to bet you have something you can help me with, sweetie” She leaned over the table a bit and grinned nice and wide. “See what I need is some info. Perhaps something in the back?” the little draco-bat murred loudly and fluttered the wings on her back lazily as her nose wrinkled cutely.

\tThe simulation giggled happily. Kennas were known to be flighty by default, and one of them running a Ratatoskr was all too easy. “Tell you what. You let me in the back and I’ll see if there is something I might find useful? I mean, tat’s why you’re here right? Lil miss shopkeep?” She giggled a bit and tilted her head cutely. The simulated little squirrel blinked and blushed hard, giggling and grinning dopily as she looked at the draco-bat with a small whine.

\t“I… well I suppose that wouldn’t hurt too much right?” the little squirrel whined.

\tIt really was that easy. A whole company of oversexed and overworked wage slaves, and real slaves. Even the artificial programs were such easy little sluts and horn dogs.

\tThe squirrel whined a bit and looked off to the side. Scr1ipt scratching slowly behind her ear and making the little mascot churr loudly. “I, if you have something you wanna see I am sure we can find it in the back” She said nodding a bit “Though I hope you have at least something you would like to request, I worry I might get in trouble if I take someone in the back without good reason.” She giggled dopily.

\t“Oh trust me.” Scr1pt giggled “There’s gonna be plenty to justify… and I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.” The little bat leaned up and grinned as her free hand slipped down and ran across the side of her little gun. Blue streaks of code fluttering and coalescing around the weapon as she set a new fire code into the weapon. “All I really want is a map, and a couple other bits of info. I couldn’t seem to just access them from my jack, so I have to fix that. Nothing more. It shouldn’t take long at all now should it?” She giggled

\tThe simulated squirrel mascot shook her head as she turned around slowly and pulled the thick black hood over her head, that tail poking out ever so slightly. “Well ok. I suppose I can show you, miss” she giggled “We just have to be a bit quick about it” that tail waggled and waved side to side as she went in behind the narrow beaded doorway leading in to the back.

\t“And this is why you make your own overlay” Scr1pt chuckled to herself. The lanky decker slipped herself over the front desk of the trashed store and followed her easily tricked AI ‘friend’ into the back room. She compressed her wings hard and sucked in a deep breath to go past a pair of archaic physical filing cabinets that flanked the door on either side. Slipping past the beads and into a small storage space full of randomly complied junk and jumbled garbage paperwork all representing countless bits of worthless data.

\tShe waved a hand slowly over one of them, just to be sure that the screwed up overlay hadn’t ruined her typical markers and back doors. Normally this little shop is where security info would be, but after the glitches initiation who knew. Luckily everything seemed to be fine. A pile of old office supplies and wooden figurines ‘read’ to her as a list of names and personal information for the security staff on site. The same names she’d pulled out when they let her loose from that little breaking chamber.

\tAnother quick scan, this time of some old antique pistols, gave her the status of the automated guns set up around the base. Most of it light anti personnel lasers and anti air guns. Probably designed to keep away low tech natives rather than any sort of serious threat.

\tScr1pt took a moment to slip her meatspace body and voice into the friendly fire recognition systems of the guns. That was already a third of what she needed out of the way. All she needed was a map and a few gate codes and she could bolt out of here.

\tShe looked up to see how far ahead of her the little AI puppet had gotten. It was almost monotonous really. The hooded squirrel moving along down simple white hallways littered with boxes of junk data here and there. Every once in a while turning a corner that was almost impossible to really notice before hand thanks to the blank walls and black and white checkered floor.

\tBefore too long she found herself unable to really check the boxes laying around if she wished to keep up, especially as the hallways twisted and turned more frequently. It actually started to become annoying as she twisted and turned struggling to keep up with the squirrels stride. It got so quick by the end that she barely noticed as the robed figure finally vanished seemingly out of sight.

\tScr1pt stopped sort. Those wings quickly spread out and fluttering hard as she sought to keep her balance. The hallway fell aside, opening up into a massive, utterly jarring cave. More jarring fantasy creeping into her simulation. An almost cartoonishly large cavern with glowing mushrooms and roots littered throughout. There was no sign of the squirrel, but  near the bottom of the cave she could see a large domed dirt house straight out of fantasy vids.

\t“This is gonna suck” she sighed as she looked at the jarringly out of place tile stairs twisting absurdly down towards the front door of that house. They were her own design, paths between large packets of data and such. That alone told her she was about to go far off of the reservation.

\tShe could go back. She just needed a map and the door key. Hell she could probably even avoid the map itself. After all how big could the compound be? But then she still needed to get her meat body out of that tube. Woz only knew how long she’d been in the thing or how much damage her brain had taken with this primitive tube running lord only knew what figures and processes though her.

\tThat would be hard to pull off on its own. Doable, but not if the system was on alert. If the little squirrel construct stayed sweet talked and soundly on her good side the thing might be able to show her the way to release the locks and slip out of the tube. If she bailed though it was a good bet that the system would be looking out for her anyways. Her gun could set the fluffy lil thing in a loop for a while. But running, there were too many ways that could go back.

\tRealizing she didn’t have too much choice the draco-bat took a couple of quick, tentative steps down the twisting winding stairway path before leaping and gliding her way on those wings. Slowly and carefully streaking down into the deep, dark cavern towards the big dirt building.

\tScr1pt touched down her foot on a large slate plate before a massive circular wooden door. It was easily twice her size, yet the heavy thing was left cracked open and easily opened with a small shove. The massive wooden disc slowly creaking on a heavy hinge. She could see the main room, full of tomes and old wood panels with rows of book shelves and arcanish minutia she could only guess at. A quick visual glance for most of them told her she was currently deep in the root program. Walking in though protocols designed to keep the base network tied to that quantum entanglement hub that was serving it data from whatever big corporation provided the service.

\tAs she walked deeper into the large, open space she felt a small shiver running up her spine. Even with her long, sensitive ears Scr1pt could only pick up a few rather subtle sounds. Crackling fire, the creak of hard wood under her own feet, the soft crackles of open fire she knew only from those few times Butchers people decided to drag her out into the field. What stuck out more was the smell. There was must, old wood, but as she went in further she was overwhelmed by a thick, growing, all encompassing scent of smoke.

\t“Hey, uhhh, Rati? Dear? Are you in here?” She finally muttered as she walked deeper into the room. “I kinda think I might have misspoken. I need a compound map. Not really that interested in anything major. I’m sure they must have it in the system or something, right? Rati? Helloooo?”

\t“I see…” A loud, booming voice filled the room from in the dim darkness at the back. Thick billowing clouds of smoke rose as the voice began to laugh. Curling its way to a hole in the ceiling and spiraling up slowly. The room filled with the thick, acrid, almost spicy scent.

\tThe door slammed shut hard. Scr1pt twisted around and gripped her gun hard while sifting though her mental list of useful programs. She yanked the gun from her side and pointed it towards the darkness just as a bright light flickered to life in the direction of the laughter. Rati was there. The chipper little squirrel standing there with a happy grin plastered on those slightly chubby cheeks and hood pulled back once more. A thick collar rested around the girls neck with a long, thick chain leading up from it to the arm of a large, heavy wooden chair.

\tThe form in that chair made her heart sink.

\tIt was a Dragon, a real Dragon… or at least as real as storybook creatures could get. The thing was massive, at least seven feet tall and almost stunningly Amazonian. Long, muscled limbs covered in soft, almost mirrored silver scales reclined in a throne of hard oak and heavy padding. She wore thick, supple leather more fitting in a 20th century dungeon than some arcane fairy tale. A simple thong that curled over her exposed hip and tight corset holding her toned underbelly stopping just under a large, luscious, yet somehow perfectly sculpted pair of breasts.

\tOne massive, taloned hand moved to rest itself on the head of that little squirrel construct, petting and stroking her hair gently. “Impressive… quite impressive” the booming figure chuckled. Silvery whips of thick smoke curling from her nostrils as the sharp faced dragon slowly guided a long lacquered cigarette holder to her lips. “You did quite well, little pest. But then I knew you would.”

\t“Thank you my Lady!” Rati giggled happily. “Thank you very much. I knew something this beautiful would catch your eye. May I get a reward for my service? Please?” The squirrel looked up hopefully and waved her tail happily back and forth.

\t“Seriously? You dragged me down here for this?” Scr1pt growled loudly. “I knew I should have just ditched you, squirrel butt. Even Drasi tech isn’t as stupidly helpful as you.”

\t“But I am helpful!” The squirrel pouted “Besides, this is helpful. Very helpful. My Lady can tell you everything you could possibly want.”

\t“Yeah… sure she can.” Scr1pt grumbled as she slowly started to draw her weapon. “And what exactly is the deal with your ‘lady’ hmm? Let me guess. A security program? A nice big chunk of I.C. to stop me? Doesn’t look like anything from my overlay.”

\tThe Dragon let out a soft smoky laugh, her smoke curling around her lips and the tip of her holder. She took a small, soft drag on the tip. It lit brightly among the dim candles, the cherry of that cigarette drawing the attention of the eager little squirrel, and drawing the focus of the intruding decker as well.

\tScr1pt winced a bit as she looked over the terrible, beautiful figure. Considering her own… affinity for the idea of draconic beings, she was unable to ignore how utterly captivating this figure was. The soft scales and hard ropey muscles mixed power and sensuality in shocking harmony. She paused, taking that vision in, biting the corner of her lip. “So, what, you represent a root program? I’m guessing you govern the I/O though this system” She said as she started to carefully tug her weapon from the holster.

\t“Close. I am, Niohoggr, dear one. Though you may call me Lady Nio.”

\t“Yeah, sure you are. I’m also guessing you know what I am if you had the little traitor squirrel lead me here?” the bat girl spat as she narrowed her eyes and gazed into the aloof dragons face. “Here I figured I just found another lazy Drasi loophole.”

\tThe Dragon smirked and started to chuckle as she shook her head “Oh, you did. But you did also try to change our world in order to suit your liking. That isn’t why you were plugged in now is it? Messing with root files? Such a naughty little draggie you are my dear. You should have known better.”

\tThe Dragon smirked wide and shifted her weight. Leaning forward and locking on to the little deckers eyes as she blew a thin silvery stream of smoke down over the soft draconically twisted bat-girls face. Scr1pt coughing hard at the stinging silvery smoke and took a half step back.

\t“So what, you gonna fry me now?” the bat girl coughed as she waved the smoke out of her face. “I mean you seem like a pretty powerful part of this whole system. It seems kind of odd that you didn’t just throw something hard at me right off the bat. I mean if you knew what I was doing when I tried to reskin this whole place…”

\tScr1pt yanked her weapon out of its holster quickly. The trigger clicked hard. Then clicked again. Scr1pt blinked in shock and yanked on the trigger over and over as her eyes went down to the gun. The barrel tip and part of its length had glitches out and decompiled. Whole textured parts were now missing.

\tThe Dragon chuckled softly as smoke curled from her nostrils. That powerful Amazonian body slowly heaved itself around and shifted position. Lady Nio laughed softly and slowly flexed herself around in her seat as she waved a taloned hand. Glittering green runes flashing as they slowly danced from the arm of her chair and streaked over to the deckers neck.

\tPoor Scr1pt twisted around and tried to run. She spread those large draconic wings on her back and flapped as hard as she could in an attempt to get airborne. The hard flapping wings pushed her upwards, rising far faster than real world physics could ever allow. A handful of flaps pushed her near the curling chimney hole where the smoke all curled out, only for her too stop and wince as something around her neck suddenly tugged her neck hard.

\tShe gagged, choked and gripped her neck. The sudden lack of air and loss of momentum sent her plummeting down hard into the ground. As Scr1pt looked up she saw the dragon standing. One large glove-covered hand wrapping around a thick steel chain that now connected the decker to the throne. A chain that set right next to the one the traitorous little program now wore.

\t“Now now dear. Don’t be like that.” the Dragon growled slowly as she dragged the chain towards herself slowly. Dazed as she was Scr1pt could barely put up any resistance as her body was slowly hauled over the smoothed wooden floor. “Come now. You really haven’t done enough to justify all of this squirming and struggling. I mean you practically walked into my lair after all” The dragon cooed as she tugged her captive up by the chain. “You can’t start getting upset now just because you tried to sleepwalk though all of this, my little dear” she murred. A thick puff of smoke breaking over the little Draco-bat’s face.

\t“Yeah, well. Forgive me if I didn’t take my time. But I’d rather not burn out in a primitive ‘Drasi tube getting my brain milked for processing power” She grunted and choked hard as the collar dug into her neck. Scr1pt looked into the eyes of her captor and started to shiver. Her wings fluttering helplessly.

\tLady Noi let the chain, and her captive, drop. The poor bat falling hard on the floor once again, much to the Lady’s amusement. “But that is where you are, and that is what you are. Your function is simple. You are here to provide processing power, and provide it you shall.” The dragon growled.

\tScr1pt winced and started to pull herself up. She thudded into something warm and firm, looking up and blushing as she realized the Dragon woman had a rather considerable package tucked into that thong, smelling the musk and smoke even though the thick leather material. She blushed and quickly pulled back even as her nose sniffled the air again in a clumsy, dopy attempt at guile.

\tThe Lady just grinned a big, toothy grin and chuckled. Her long serpent like tongue tracing over her lips. “Don’t worry dear. The Lady will teach you. You have a role to fulfill, and you will do just that.”
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