Chapter 41: Revelation At The End Of Day

Chapter 41: Revelation At The End Of Day

In the end, while the overall confidence had increased, my personal one continues to drop. I keep worrying if I'm coercing Roxolane, and it puts me off the mood. And girls notice. And take it personally. Lily-Anne is huffing about me being "wishy-washy", Roxolane is sulking over "causing problems", Bridgit is worrying about everyone, and Moon Unit... is being rational at me. Which, I have to admit, is calming me down. Now if only she elected to be rational in a less crazy direction...

"I understand your points, but are you sure it is not too soon?" - I ask, as Moon Unit lays out some rational points. She insists that for the good of us all, it would be best if I explained and showed Lily-Anne and Roxolane the entirety of what they want to sign up for. I intended to do that much, but later on. Moon Unit, on the other hand, posits that doing this as soon as possible will improve the overall situation and give me back some confidence regarding Roxolane. Admittedly, she IS right. If she won't run away screaming after seeing all that I am, then she's a keeper. But damn it, I so don't want to risk her going insane because of that... And that is a worry.

"If you wait too long they will be wondering why didn't you trust them. If you try to tell only Lily-Anne, Roxolane will assume you don't trust her and leave." - she explains - "I honestly don't know why you'd want to tell Roxolane but not Lily-Anne, that makes no sense at all. Ergo, your only option is to tell both of them at the same time."

I sigh. "You drive a hard bargain. Very well. But, we're all going to the roof first. I want everyone to be as mellow and relaxed as possible before doing any revelations." - I tell her, and she grins at me. On one hand, it is nice to have a smart wife. On the other, I have a feeling any irrational indulgence is going to be a hard won luxury from now on. Oh well.

Let's see. The weather is fine and doesn't look like it's going to go weird. There is no lack of sweets. Hookah is washed and dried and ready to use. There are enough blankets and tarps and pillows (Thanks due to Bridgit for buying extras, totally slipped my mind.) to bed everyone three times over. But... let's set things up in advance. First, eyespiders... Well, hello. Now what are you doing on the roof, dude with the knife and distinctly southern features? On one hand, I want you gone. On the other, I want to know who the fuck is responsible for this. Unfortunately, if I swing out right now, Moon Unit will notice and worry... But do I really need to go in person, so to speak? More eyespiders make their way up top, clumping up into a bigger mass. On a lark, the mass shapes itself like a big leathery egg with a cross-like impression on the top end. And then... it squeaks.

The guy in question stiffens up and rolls over. And wow, that was nifty. Some sort of chameleon-like masking... Huh. The way I made it look seems like someone had tried to hide the "egg" in the gazebo. Wonder what the dude will do... Apparently, wait. And wait. And wait some more. I keep jotting down my homework in the meanwhile, while Moon Unit next to me studies the history book. it takes almost half-hour for the dude to feel safe and go investigate the squeaking. But then he DOES. And oh joy, he even puts the knife away to examine the "egg". I wonder if he thinks about stealing it?

As he leans in close to examine the "egg" up close in the dimness of the gazebo, I trigger it. Sorry, dude. You definitely didn't see Aliens, so you can't appreciate the facehugging you got. Ooh, that's some impressive struggling and... ah, yes, pierce through the nasal cavity, into the brain, branch out, scan the available... Darn. I can't get proper memories out of him. Some knife skills are pretty automatic, I can see how his body reacts to the imprinted stimuli with reflex movement. Might be a good idea to copy that down. OK, so... Let me see. Ah, yes. The examination of my new subject. Some magical enhancement, including a bunch of stuff tattooed on his skin, nifty trick that. No documents. Vague notions that he's here to kill me, though his ideas on how to achieve that are eminently laughable. He intended to slip into the window at night and cut my throat. Moron.

My suspicions are on Salaadin, but without good proof, I'm going to bide my time and make it seem to him like his assassins just ain't that reliable. Now, I... OH yeah, I totally can consume his mass with just a facehugger worth of... Actually. Converting, converting, converting. OK. Alright... Oh fucking hell YES. Multiple presence, get! Good grief, this is beyond cheating. Roof me drops a bunch of tentacles down and very quietly snags traps and blankets one by one, setting down the gazebo to be a cozy snuggle pit. And fetching stuff. Fuck it, I'm not going to bother Bridgit right now, let's go raid the bazaar. I should invent something new to treat them anyway. How about icecream? That should go over really good. Or, well, not bona fide icecream, but rather chilled whipped cream with fruit slices. I can't handle proper icecream in half-hour, flash-freezing it alters the texture too much.

Alright. So. The roof nest is as prepared as it can be, the roof me is pretending to be a blanket and will merge with my primary when we get there, most of the stuff is in place, all I need right now is to gather the girls. Bridgit and Moon Unit are right here. Lily-Anne and Roxolane... Oh, they're finishing up their studies in Moon Unit's room. Well, Roxolane is. Lily-Anne is fiddling around with lavender, creating whorls of colored lights in the air. Practicing magic, huh? Cool, cool.

"Ladies. I do believe we've put in a good deal of work just now and deserve some rest and relaxation." - I announce, standing up and stretching languidly - "I propose an evening out in the roof gazebo. Treats, drinks, smokes and pleasant company all around. If anyone has suggestions or alternatives, do tell."

Apparently, they don't. Also, apparently, they find my grandiose announcement to be funny.

"But how are we getting to the roof?" - Lily-Anne quips curiously - "I mean, where's the staircase? I was curious about it in the morning, but I couldn't find it."

...RELAX...

AND LET MY FORM FLOW FREE. THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I DO SO IN THE REAL WORLD, IT SUDDENLY STRIKES ME, THE ONLY PREVIOUS CASE WAS WITHIN A DREAM. I WONDER...

And the girls are utterly terrified. Squeaking.

"SHH. I-THIS-PARTICULAR AM STILL WITH-THIS-SPECIFIC-YOU. THE COVENANT/AGREEMENT/TRUCE/ALLEGIANCE IS STRONG-CONFIRMED-EXISTENT. YOU-LITTLE-BELOVED-ONES WILL BE PROTECTED/LOVED/NURTURED/ADVANCED."

They calm down, marginally. And when I calm down, I mean "no longer struggling against their respective helper trying to run away and hide". Geez. A little colder reception than the previous two times. Then again, they had less time to get used to me being ME.

"...What is this? What is going on!?" - Lily-Anne demands hoarsely, while Roxy just hiccups and shivers.

"Our mistress of harem, of course." - Moon Unit explains unflappably - "Alyssa was never human to begin with, you see? She is an ancient being, the SHOGGOTH. The Thread of Creation calls them Tools of Gods. It's an apt moniker, I assure you. Alyssa's kind had been given the mandate to help us grow. To thrive. To advance."

"But, please remember that mistress is still mistress. She might have a form that bends your mind when she relaxes, but her benevolence remains the same." - Bridgit adds softly, as I compact myself back into human shape.

Amusingly enough, it's Roxolane who approaches me first. "Alyssa...?" - she croaks - "The COVENANT..." She cuts herself off, her hand over her mouth as a strange sound slips out. Visibly steeling herself, she resumes - "Will I be PROTECTED/LOVED?"

"Of course. I made the offer before, did I not?" - I tell her, carefully keeping things stabilized within human range. She nods, shudders, then promptly leans in and hugs me. I just pat her back awkwardly. She's... complicated. Here's hoping things will improve as she gets used to the idea of safety.

Now, what about Lily-Anne? Oh, she is already looking better. And discussing something in furious whispers with Moon Unit. While looking furtively in my direction.

"Alyssa, I have one thing to say to you!" - she begins with a scowl - "TEKELI-LI!"

NNngh. MUST. NOT. TENTACLE... YET, at leas... Ah fuck it. I wrap a tentacle around her midsection and pull her in for a searing kiss, leaving her sputtering and wiggling. "THE FUCK DID I SAY!?" - she demands of Moon Unit with wide eyes. Who promptly doubles over laughing. Well played, Moon Unit. Well played.