310 Only good Elf is a dead Elf... Or House Elf

While Reima calms himself after his bloody rampage Ciri surveys the scene. The smell of blood is thick in the air, with a hint of fear... No, that's not fear, just the expelled bowels of the numerous corpses.

Truth be told she's extremely unnerved by the level of violence Reima has displayed today. She hadn't thought such brutality from a sane person possible. But perhaps Reima isn't the most mentally stable people she had ever met? She mentally questions while thinking about her interactions with him, most of the time he was rational, generally just but slightly apathetic. This is another side of him she hadn't expected to see however. In her arms she can feel the Rabbit trying to escape her arms to get at the blood littering the floor, she just sighs and lets "Snuffles" eat her fill as they'd likely run out of blood eventually.

After Reima had composed himself he walks over to the cages containing the House Elves and forces them open with his bare hands.

Numerous *CLINKS!* are heard as he literally tears the metal cages apart to free them. Most of the House Elves gather around him, hushed whispers quickly talking about the recent battle echo throughout the cave as he waits for all of them to gather. Even the Elf children seem to now view him as some sort of "God" or Saviour.

Looking over them there appears to be around two hundred? Most seem dirty, underfed and lack any kind of clothing what so ever.

Reima "Hello." he says which causing many Elves to instinctively return his greeting, the subsequent "Hello Master!" almost causing him to jump out of his skin.

Reima "Er, right. You are all free now, are you all able to escape this place withou-" his word are interupted as most of them burst out into tears as if he'd just condemned them to death.

"Master! Please don't free us! We beg of thee!" they almost shout in their high pitched voices.

Reima "... So you don't want to be free?" he asks confused, if so, what'd be the point of all of this then?"

"Wish to serve, we want to work!"

...

Ciri steps next to him, "Didn't you say that they'll die without a master?"

Reima sheepishly scratches the back of his head. "Oh yeah... Right." he turns his gaze back to the elves, "Those of you that wish to serve under me are welcome to do so, you will have to tell me how to form a bond with you however."

A group erupt into cheers as an elderly House Elf walks ahead of the others, "Master, you need only accept our servitude and have enough magic to sustain us all."

...

Reima "Right, that easy? Ok I guess.. Ahem, I willing take all of you into my service."

Suddenly he feels a large amount of magic envelop the group, he can feel a tiny amount of his excess magic being funnelled towards his new "Servants". This is actually a good thing as it slightly reduces the amount of magic he expels with each breath.

Reima "Wait, we don't currently have any property... Where can we keep them?" he asks Ciri in a slight panic.

She shrugs as if it's not her problem and picks up Snuffles to start stroking her.

Reima remembers in the movie's that Dobby had started working for Hogwarts... Maybe he can send them there until he leaves this world? He'd rather not waste money on property that he wouldn't be keeping.

"I'll need you all to start working at Hogwarts until some other arrangements can be sorted out, will that be adequate?" he says towards the almost orgasmic looking crowd. The old elf's cloudy eyes clear up and they nod, "Will do!" they say as they all disappear with a *POP*. Just in time too as the wooden doors that lead to the room explode off of their hinges as many robed men run inside.

"You're on private property! Drop you wand an-" their commands end when they see most of the floors, walls and building inside the cave completely covered in blood and the occasional organ, bone fragment or body part.

Reima turns his mask face towards them slowly, trying to mimic a horror movie antagonist. "Welcome to my kingdom!" he says raising his arms and gesturing towards the gory scene.

His words echo throughout the room. eventually ending in an extended silence.

A robed man apparently made of sterner stuff than the others gives a command, "KILL THAT FREAK!" he shouts, causing his allies to fire with him.

Reima deciding it's not worth the trouble picks Ciri up, runs behind a building and teleports to his room in the Leaky Cauldron.

Ciri immediately falls onto her butt, exhausted by their prolonged outing that'd morphed into some sort of heist? Either way, she could use a shower. She silently leaves the room and enters her own with Snuffles to try get the blood out of her hair.

Reima himself doesn't dare sit down anywhere due to he himself taking the brunt of most of the gory explosions... Although he can't complain since he was the one who caused them, he tries to use "Scourgify" to remove the blood, which works... But the stains remain, deciding to just leave the stains on the clothes to "Enhance" the intimidation factory he slips into the shower and turns it to max heat while occasionally spitting into the drain, the taste of blood still prominent on his tongue.