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Dante squirmed slightly at being lifted off the...

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 Solar is somewhat impressed with how well he handles such a deep wound being fixed. Moving a bit closer they crouch down and hold the drink and snacks out to him while the dolls wave to him, and disappear into the witch’s coat in a way that shouldn’t be possible. Once the little beings ‘gone’, the witch responds 

“ Spirits tha’ I sorta summoned an made contracts wit’. Usin’ dolls as vessels, “ they pause a moment to let that sink in and then continues simply saying “ I’mma witch o’ sorts.Anyway, take this, yer gonna need it.”

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Party? Was Fate celebrated here for some reason? They have no real memories of the world before The End, certain smells and likes triggered faint, fuzzy memories at times...but nothing concrete. So for all they know this place is just like home used to be. Maybe this was why Fate was such an infuriating asshole. Because it’s worshipped everywhere. Hm. 

They look back at him to ask about it, when they sense that their target has finally arrived. A woman with a wild mane of red hair, long legs, blue contacts in her eyes in a sundress and heels, and,of course, she’s flanked by a small group of what they assume to be friends. Which complicates things. 

The Fate object in their pocket begins to resonate and pulse, confirming that it definitely is her. Said object is an ordinary looking Jewelry box, aside from it being a bit large. Inside is a set of earrings, a necklace, and a bracelet. All silver. All decorated with admittedly beautiful sapphires.

The problem was going to be getting to her and convincing her to accept the thing. ....or they could save themself the trouble, use up the last bit of magic in the invisibility ring they’d created a bit ago and put it in her purse. They start to activate the ring, and despite them feeling the energy and warm sensation of it activating. It turns to dust with a little popping noise, Socks narrows their eyes and lets out a low growl of annoyance. 

It was intervening again. Making their life difficult and miserable for no discernable reason as always. Now they have to do something else....like follow her home and stick it in her mailbox then wait what likely be hours to ensure that she got it. ...or the option they dreaded, having to speak with her. Habitually adjusting their hat the witch sighs heavily when the object begins to pulse impatiently. Yanking it out of their pocket and glaring at it the witch speaks curtly

“Don’t try and hurry me. I’m thinking.” 

...Maybe this was where the stranger came in? Hating every moment of having to ask for help, they look back at him and question “ May I a... I ..entreat you to give me a bit of help, You’ll be compe...paid for it in whatever this city’th money happen’th to be,” pausing to subtly gesture to the group and silently hate how much they’re lisping “I need to give the box to the red-haired woman. The white one with the long leg’th in the pink dre...outfit. Would you?”

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Dante noticed the incredulous look, but honestly,...

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He’s underestimating it, or he’s that confident in his abilities, and with the dark power they felt coming from him, they suppose he has a right to be. His devil-may-care attitude seemed genuine, but so does that calculating look behind the confident smirk, that easy going sort of sharp awareness. He reminds them of the hunters back home.

 Socks honestly doesn’t doubt he’d have some luck against some of the day walkers...they’d had to do it before, the witch is powerful in their own right. When their cabin was just a promise in exchange for work, they’d had to go out into the morning sun twice. However...there were creatures that had become more than just dangerous. Unknowable things that hurt to look at or try to understand. Colossal titans, tricksters, and so on. 

But Socks doesn’t say any of that out loud, instead, they simply answer his question, habitually readjusting their hat “For the moment, ye..ah. It’th ...mm, important in a way.”

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Dante dashed forward and up, using his speed up...

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It doesn’t take too long to draw in more than enough aura for sufficient energy. Thankfully it’s before Dante gets close, they do note the subtle change in his aura. It’s fascinating. Seems he has more than a few mysteries to him. More importantly, he’s stopped and is looking at them, they know because the bandages do what they sometimes will without Solas’s permission and share their sight which is always disorienting as all hell. Not surprising considering the abrupt change of seeing with two eyes in one direction...to seeing all around themself with about twenty eyes. Solas puts a stop to that shit almost immediately.

 They’re going to head down immediately to discuss what’s going on and possibly some form of battle plan. But they have to slow their descent when the smaller dolls all speak at once and rush into their shadow, immediately replacing the little entities are the luke-warm familiar sensations of about four pairs of the hands of the mannequins. Solas rolls their eyes and doesn’t say a word. Though they don’t doubt the demon-halfling seeing hands and arms slowly emerging from the inside of their shadow, which is stubbornly staying in front of them despite the direction of the light will make him at the very least, pretty uncomfortable. But he’ll just need to deal.

Dispersing the shield when they’re close enough to the rooftop to stand, Solas turns their attention to him and after a moment they start talking, deciding to mention the whole shadow thing first 

“A’ight, before ya start shootin’ or swingin’ that sword o’ yers, These’re also my partners. Now, the veil, assumin’ ya know what that is, is tearin’ slowly for whatever th’ mass power happenin’ up there is. However, there’re over a hundred smaller tears happenin’ much faster. But only in the sky for...whatever reason. Those seem ta be the main things leeching energy and feeding it into that colossal tear. I’m hazardin’ a guess that the energy is gonna start flowin’ rapidly when the little ones start burstin’ through. ...fairly sure this is obvious but that means we gotta start takin ‘em out as fast as possible. Hopefully quickly enough tha’  we ain’t gotta deal with the big one.” 

Knowing that they’ve said a lot in a short amount of time, they go silent to give him a chance to process all that and come up with questions before asking “Got questions?”

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Well, shit. Now the question was, did he believe...

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Just barely holding in a relieved sigh as they hand the box over to the other, noting his suspicion and reluctance Socks decides to say and do something...risky. They don’t know why really, and they have no doubt Fate has a hand in this but for once they don’t care enough to try and defy the deity. As much as they loathe them and their holier than thou attitude.

“I’ll explain more when you come back, we can talk in my th’hop...” they say “I’ll be waiting here.”

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Socks notices the shift in his gaze and demeanor, he seems interested but wary. Which is honestly very smart of him, though they’d expected no less due to their earlier observations. Delicately closing the box and reactivating the puzzle mechanisms just as gingerly, Socks hums for a moment, thinking of how to explain without giving too much away. Debating on whether or not they should even be taking this risk right now. It’s wasting valuable time, and the object is resonating and basically screaming at them to get it to its fated recipient. Glaring down at the box the Witch gives it a small shake, tone just the slightest bit irritated when they say 

“Quit yellin’ at me I know, I’m working on it,” unsurprisingly the thing doesn’t listen, none ever do, looking up at him again they decide to be...vaguely honest “ I don’t know exactly what will happen, but it will likely be a terrible thing. I’m going to be hon...frank with you, time i’th of th....time i’th running out. Whatever i’th going to happen, will be happening...mm, it...the time of her mi- ...inevitable event i’th rapidly approaching.”

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Following the energy becomes easier to track the closer they get, and the weather gets worse as well. Howling winds and eerie singing permeate the air, a blinding light just barely peeking through the clouds. Cautiously crossing over what they recognize as an overcharged leylines, the predicament goes from subtle to full on chaotically self-evident. The sheer amount of aura worries them at first so they stop to assess their potential enemy. Now that they aren’t moving...it’s obvious that most of that aura is a multitude of separate beings. But there is something relatively powerful in the center. Listening to the songs and whispers gives them zero information as it’s in a language they don’t know and have never heard before. Their curiosity overrides any frustration they might feel because of that, and so they question their companions about it.

 The dolls do seem to recognize and understand whatever is being said but aren’t able to translate into any language the witch knows. Patting the little entities when they get upset over not being able to help Solas understand instead of speaking to reassure them all, the witch sits on the shield to plan and observe. Simply because they have enough time to do so before they move in to attempt to stop this before it goes any further. If this is going to end in a fight, it’s going to be a taxing one, so first, they should take in some of the aura flowing into the clouds. As they do they grimace a bit, it burns some, like they remember whiskey doing the one time they drank it. It isn’t as disgusting as the whiskey had been thankfully. 

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Sensing his spike in power, the witch wonders if he could have done that before, though even if he could there was no guarantee that it would have healed him. They’ll ask later if they have the opportunity. Still analyzing the clusters, that are sluggishly building up what is definitely ‘holy’ auras the faint forces all moving and gathering in the North-East, the witch doesn’t turn to face him when he walks toward them. The little dolls coming floating past him...not even carrying the dirty cloth.

 Solas refrains from saying anything about them being awful at being subtle, the little entities seem pleased with themselves as they slip back into the witches coat so why ruin that? Besides, getting on them with a scolding or anything like it would just distract the little beings and that would cost all of them in a fight against whatever was making its way here. 

Solas raises an eyebrow when he speaks to them. Party? They assume he’s talking about the inevitable fight that’s going to happen. Looking toward him the witch gives a nod in response. He isn’t wrong but ....this stranger is kind of a dork. Surprisingly not in an annoying way just yet, ...definitely still dorky for saying that though. But that aside, he’s likely to be helpful in the fight, unless the infinite things that could go wrong do just that. He could be a part of all this, he could die, actually be a shit fighter, turn on them, actually be the target...and so on.

Rolling their shoulders and their neck for a moment to crack them, Solar concentrates for a moment to transform into their uniform. A black, high-collared suit, deceptively worn and stitched in appearance with light lavender bandages covering their entire body underneath and boots that are unnaturally dark. The bandages have eyes in certain places that close and change position with seemingly no rhyme or reason. The thing’s gaping maws remain hidden for the moment.

Summoning up a shield, they step on it and briefly looking back at him they say “The holy aura and energy is goin’ North East, flowin’ slowly right now but it’s buildin’ up.”

That said they take off toward the source.