One heartwarming moment for five of complete nonsense... yup, sounds about right.
10.01
That particular loop had started like many others and was overall beyond insignificant. It was no variant and no announced visiting loopers had been running around. It had all but screamed "BASELIIIIINE!" at him.
Corvo would however eternally remember it.
As per usual, he had Awoken in a dingy reaching the Imperial palace, and sent his usual ping. The one response he'd received back clearly emanated from nearby and was slightly hesitant, as was the case with yet inexperience loopers. He knew of the looper's identity immediately and it brought a smile to his face.
Now, if he was right, it should happen pretty soon.
Three…
Two…
One…
"CORVO!"
As predicted, the Anchor was tackled and sent to the ground in a bundle of limbs. With a laugh, he raised his hurting head and smiled at the ballistic missile called Emily Kaldwin currently coiled against his chest.
"Missed me princess?"
"You know I did, but you surely missed me more." replied the girl in a muted tone, emotions all over the place.
Right, her state was alarming, but he'd expected it.
Samuel and her had had a stealth-Anchored fused loop together, where Emily had replaced some Asian girl and gone to war in place of the boatman, her father for the loop. Said temporary father had later met him a few loops down the road and shared his concerns with him.
If her baseline experiences and the seventeen other times she'd escaped her kidnappers alone had taught her courage, determination, as well as granted her a burning desire to take her city out of the nightmare it had fallen in, this war had taught her something else entirely. She'd learnt that sometimes, you just had to accept a necessary evil… even if that evil was you.
It had been nothing like a training exercise, and no sparring against friendly masters either. In this loop, his little girl had fully experienced the horror of war. She'd fought and she'd been forced to kill. Even if unwillingly, she'd created orphans and widows. She'd saved a country, but she'd also utterly destroyed another's hope of a future in the process.
Emily had been a mess for weeks afterward, and Samuel had begun to fear that, on top of her guilt, she'd for some reason seen a parallel between that experience and their everyday life in Dunwall. More precisely, Corvo's.
It was a logical thought process, really. The royal protector had shouldered this very same burden, this responsibility, ever since his baseline. As a guardian, he still had it worst though, since the targets he was forced to act against, even kill, were the very persons he'd sworn to protect, Dunwall's inhabitants. But the worst of it all was that, as Anchor, he was and would be alone times and times again, only adding weight to it, faster than any of them casual loopers.
Samuel had feared that Emily would experience a transfer, wrongly convincing herself that she was somehow responsible for the man's burden and chronic loneliness. He feared that the little heiress' psyche would reach a breaking point.
Seeing her now, clutching at him like a drowning victim would to a lifebuoy, Corvo had no trouble believing it.
He had to ease her worries, urgently…
"I'm fine, Emily." he whispered softly.
She said nothing, but her grip did tighten.
Corvo sighed.
Why were children always so complicated?
"Emily, I did miss you. But I always had Samuel or Daud to keep me company."
"...Liar."
"All right, maybe not always, but the few times when I didn't, the Outsider was friendly enough. I even took your mother on a roadtrip around the Void. Twice! So really, everything's good."
The grip loosened slightly and he managed to breath.
"You… you want to talk about your loops?"
From her voice only, the Anchor could tell that she rather wanted to talk about hers. He did the only rational choice and respond affirmatively.
"Yes, I'd like that." he smiled. "But we're surrounded by prying ears at the moment. I say we save your mother and keep this conversation for once things have calmed down. What do you think?"
"…Can we tell mother again? About the loops?"
She was willing to talk, that was a good start. Besides, Jessamine always knew what to say to calm her down, even with the occasional loop-related issue, so telling her would definitely help.
"Of course, we will."
"… Thanks." she sniffled, eyes wet with unshed tears.
"My pleasure. Can you get off of me now?"
The little heiress yipped and hurried to do just that.
Corvo merely smiled.
The two loopers had to suffer the unavoidable encounter with Sokolov and Campbel, and the quicker yet even more distasteful encounter with the Lord Regent, but they finally were left alone with Empress Jessamine… and a fair number of nearby assassins.
"It's a fair wind that brings you home to me. What news have you brought?" asked Jessamine, oblivious to the danger of her situation.
"None too good, my love. Assassins are coming."
That left her agape. Had Corvo really said that aloud? What was he thinking?
And what was that about… assassins?
"I know it may sounds rushed, but there's really no time to explain. Stay with Emily, she'll keep you safe. I'll handle this, then we'll talk."
"Come, mother." said the girl, dragging the Empress further away while, in a swift move, Corvo had summoned his sword and blinked away at the roof.
The men had overestimated themselves.
Whalers they may have been, but they had only ever used a borrowed power, gifted upon them thanks to their chief's understanding of the Void. Corvo carried his own mark, and had done so for centuries, if not millenniums. They fell in seconds, leaving only Daud as a potential threat.
Where had the man gone?
"EMILY!"
He really didn't like that answer.
Corvo rejoined the gazebo in a perfectly controlled flash step, ready to strike the hired assassin. Only to curse as he discovered the Blade of Dunwall trading blows with Dunwall's young heiress holding a gleaming kris, right before the eyes of her terrified mother.
Things could hardly have been worse.
Daud was a fully trained assassin with a sword mastery almost unparalleled in baseline, and he was facing a ten year old girl who's experience with sword fighting had almost entirely been created in an older, leaner body. The whaler was simply faster, stronger, and deadlier in general.
The royal bodyguard, holding his breath, began to approach discreetly, ready to strike and finish the man threatening Emily.
"Don't! He's MINE."
Of course she would stop him, why wouldn't she? He was just trying to SAVE HER after all!
"WHAT?" yelled Jessamine, worry leaving momentarily her eyes to be replace by another set of emotion… complete befuddlement.
Great, now her mother didn't know who was crazier, the assassin or her own daughter. And judging from Daud's slight hesitation, he was wondering something of the like too.
"Emily, you're not ready. Daud is a master, he's been going easy on you in training."
"I know, and I don't care."
"Shan Yu's sword was made for assassination, not hours-long sword-fights. It won't resist for long against a blade forged in our time period."
"I know, and I don't care."
"It's too heavy for you, your body can't even react as you want it to. Look, you're already tiring yourself out."
"I know, and I. DON'T. BLOODY. CARE."
"Emily, you're mother's still watching."
That caused a reaction, if even a small one. Emily paused for a split second… then her eyes narrowed.
"So be it."
Corvo wanted to sigh and scream at the same time. How was he supposed to reason with someone that was bent on not listening to anything he said?
"CORVO, DO SOMETHING!"
"I'm trying, Jessamine."
"MY BABY'S STILL FIGHTING, TRY HARDER."
"You don't understand mother." sobbed the heiress. "Our Daud may be regretful, but this one is… he's a monster. He'll kill you again. I'll be abducted, and … and father…"
Corvo's breath accelerated… the word seemed so foreign in her mouth. Just as foreign were the bitter tears raining down her face.
The Anchor felt a sudden impulse to shunpo'ed right in to break Daud's neck.
"Father will be alone, again." continued Emily. "He always is… and I'm sick of it."
"E… Emily..."
The weeping girl got distracted by her mother's trembling voice and lowered her weapon ever so slightly, leaving her guard wide open.
Daud took advantage of this apparent slip-up and brought his blade down to strike the young heiress… only to met air.
While it may have seemed accidental at first glance, a careful observer would have noticed that Emily's 'mistake' was in fact planned. She'd never even averted her eyes away from her opponent, nor had her grip on the sword faltered.
But Corvo had been too distracted, Jessamine too distressed, and Daud too freaked out by that weird exchanges and situation in general to notice anything amiss, until it was already too late.
The Whaler had stricken, but the heiress had narrowly avoided the blow with the only real power she'd managed to master, her Shadow Coil. As if in slow motion, she'd dropped her sword, grabbed a column, and dragged herself across the gazebo. With her petite figure and her small weight, she skimmed right past the assassin's strike, even feeling the air acceleration caused by the weapon brushed against her skin. Another Coil brought her sword back in her palm, and a third propelled her forward at high speeds.
Daud's body fell, a little more heartless than he'd been before.
Time resumed and Emily dropped her blade… only to follow directly after it,clearly exhausted, her legs giving up under her.
Corvo and Jessamine reacted at the same time and caught her as one, the empress immediately beginning to whisper comforting words, simultaneously making sure that her child was unhurt.
The bodyguard was, for his part, trying to calm his racing heart.
Emily… she'd just killed a man. It was horrible, right? But she'd looped a few times already, she had killed before, and would kill in the future… there was no helping it. In fact, she'd been so brilliant that he wanted to congratulate her… and kill the damn Lord Regent at the same time for causing this whole mess.
Corvo sighed.
Yggdrasil, looping was messing with his moral compass. And his head.
"She… she fell asleep."
The tired voice of the empress got him out of his trance, and his brain struggle for a few more seconds before her words finally registered.
"That's… a good thing, actually. She needs to rest."
She'd pushed her body so much…
"She does, yes… but Corvo, what you said, and… what she did... I… I need to know what's happening, Corvo."
At that moment, the Empress looked as fragile as her unconscious daughter. Corvo even wondered if he shouldn't be hugging her instead.
"And you will." he reassured her. "We wanted to tell you anyway, this just got… out of hand."
Understatement of the century.
"But before that, please, call the guards. They were sent away, but they should not be that far and will listen to you. Also, don't trust anything the Regent or the High Overseer might tell you. No matter what they say or do, tell them you'll be safe with me and return at once. Then we'll bring Emily to her room and I'll explain everything."
Jessamine hurried to do just that, even if reluctantly, leaving her companion with her daughter.
Silence fell on the gazebo.
Corvo gently started to lull the girl, her head resting on his arm, his other hand brushing her hair.
"Emily, what you did… it was beyond reckless. You could have died, you know. And even if it wouldn't have been permanent, I don't want your mother to see this… ever. And I'm sure you don't either…"
The girl muttered something under her breath, making Corvo scowl.
"Pray that I never find out where you learnt that, young lady."
He smiled softly and whispered a few more words.
"You did a good job, daughter of mine."
Emily, still asleep, mumbled once again.
"Thank you... father."
For that simple moment, he would forever treasure this memory.
10.02
Daud Awoke mid-fight, in an already battered body about to loose consciousness from blood-loss.
A furred and clawed knuckle promptly crushed his spleen and sent his body into the air. The assassin fell on the ground with a loud thump, hurting his bum and adding humiliation to his already quite severe injuries in the process.
Getting up slowly to avoid snapping his fragile bones, he managed to send a ping to, hopefully, receive some form of help from whoever was anchoring. Then the loop-memories hit him.
Daud instantly hated this loop.
Of every branches and sub-branches in Yggdrasil, he had to loop into this one…
"Hey, you're feeling Loopy?" asked his opponent, a freakingly huge werewolf, while sending a ping of his own.
"I wouldn't say no to an Anchor… and painkillers" groaned Daud, rubbing his broken ribs.
"Sorry about that, your unawake self was an asshole."
"I kinda got that, yes."
He was apparently an assassin – not surprising here, he usually replaced assassin and mercenaries – working for a Tylon Corporation. His unawake self was a vain effeminate bastard with psychological issues, including a disturbing love for blood, killing and generally hurting his enemies or whoever he was pointed at, and… being quite fond of crossdressing, if his current attire was any indication.
"Want a hand with your injuries, or you're good?" asked the other looper, fur and fangs long gone by now. He was human, and a fighter, judging by his muscular body and the beating of a lifetime the Whaler had received.
"Thanks, but I get it." he replied, getting a couple of Sokolov's Elixirs from his pocket and downing them instantly. His wounds began to close in seconds and he managed to get up, even if extremely carefully.
The local looper whistled.
"Good stuff. Where'd you got that?"
"Dunwall, my home branch. I wouldn't recommend a vacation trip though, a plague's running wild."
"I'll keep that in mind." said the guy, presenting his hand. "Yugo Ogami, Anchor for the Zoanthrope Loops."
Zoanthropes, beings that appeared to be humans – with a few exceptions – but had another side, a literal inner beast they could morph into. His unawake self had red a bunch of files and aside from Yugo, the wolf, and this other Tylon mercenary Bakuryu, the mole, knew of the existence of a boar, a lion, a leopard, a tiger, a rabbit, a gorilla and of course, his own form… the fox.
He REALLY hated this loop.
"Or you can just say Bloody Roar, if you've ever played our games."
"I can't say I have, no. I'm Daud, nice to meet you."
"Same here. Now excuse me if it seems hasted, but what are your plans for the loop? I assume you won't work for Tylon much longer?"
"No, I won't."
"Want to kick them around then? Zoanthropes are still held captive, Alice isn't Awake this time around, and I could use another looper."
"I'm all for it." said Daud. He had gained memories of the experiments performed by the group of self-proclaimed geniuses, and they had to be stopped. "But I need to ask you something first."
"Sure, shoot."
"The Beast Form, will I keep it?"
"You should, yes."
Daud's hatred for this loop had just gone through the roof.
"Then I'll need your help to work with it."
Yugo raised an eyebrow.
"Shouldn't you know how to use it already? Loop memories and all?"
"The 'how' isn't the problem here, it's rather about me wanting to use it."
"What?"
"Look, it may sounds weird, but my first fused loop made sure that I would never look at a spider or a fox the same way ever again."
And wasn't that an understatement.
"If we go after Tylon Corporation, we'll have to fight and I want to be able to change at will. I can't do that if the mere idea of morphing makes me freeze on the spot. I need you to pound it into my head until I can switch without flinching."
"Well, sure, I can do that, but are you certain you want me to? You can just… not use it, right?"
"There are other guards, and that weird Chimera, Uriko and even though my pocket isn't locked, I'm sure that you don't want me to shoot them with explosive bullets. My mark ain't locked either, but it's known to cause crashes, and I'd rather avoid this. So as much I would want to, no, I can't just brush it off."
"Fine. Just… don't break down on me, alright?"
"I'll take a couple of loops to freak out properly once I get back home, don't worry about it."
The Anchor shrugged.
"Works for me. We start tomorrow, get ready to have your ass kicked."
Daud nodded, silently and repeatedly cursing Yggdrasil, Hecate, and every foxes in the multiverse at the same time.
He would get out of this loop alive, bury this Beast Form so deep than even a mutated giant World Eater from that Terraria safe-loop wouldn't manage to reach it, and he would never talk about it ever again!
10.03
A pointy-eared boy – that was definitely not an elf – Awoke to his tree house being assaulted by an overly-excited winged ball of light.
The annoying little bugger, a fairy named Navi, had been sent by the Great Deku Tree to help him on his quest. Quest that, he was sure, would reach otherworldly proportions in no time. No way could he just save the tree and go back to bed.
He was proven right when the forest's dying protector began to unfold the tale of the three goddesses.
"Before time began, before spirits and life existed… Three golden goddesses descended upon the chaos that was Hyrule… Din, the goddess of power… Nayru, the goddess of wisdom… and Farore, the goddess of courage. Din… With her strong flaming arms, she cultivated the land and created the red earth. Nayru… Poured her wisdom onto the earth and gave the spirit of law to the world. Farore… With her rich soul, produced all life forms which would uphold the law. The three great goddesses, their labors completed, departed for the lands beyond time, leaving a parting gift to all living races. As for every light, there is a shadow, a shade remained at the point where the goddesses left the world. Since then, it has become the beholder of our world's fate, guiding it as per the goddesses' words. And, the resting place of that shadow, has become the holy realm known as the Void."
The boy began to curse like a sailor, the fairy by his side turning bright red in embarrassment and the large tree silently wishing for a quicker death.
Despite the weather being one of a bright sunny day, the boy managed to sneak past another distracted guard. He looked at the man's retreating back and shook his head sadly. He was feeling sorry for the poor Captain who had to deal with those layabouts idiots.
The fairy by his side really wanted to sigh, but settled for a quiet humming. She'd watched the boy run circles around the soldiers and thousand years old time-traveler or not – her companion had explained the whole looping business earlier, with enough proofs to back up his claims – the castle's security measures were still deplorable. An inexperienced kid could have worked his way around them.
In minutes, the two intruders had reached the inner garden and met a familiar face. At least for one of them. Navi just hoped that her Kokiri friend had been right, as their quest would then be that much more easier.
"Looking in on others is a terrible habit, Princess Emily. What would your mother say?"
The young lady turned to her visitors, seemingly unfazed even though she'd been caught spying through a window on important political figures.
"She wouldn't say anything, because she couldn't possibly know about this."
"Unless someone told her." replied cheekily the boy.
"You wouldn't."
"Wouldn't I?"
The girl frowned.
The boy smirked.
The fairy remained silent, watching the drama.
"But I'm your daughter."
His smile only widened.
"And?"
"You tell her about this, and be assured that she'll find some interesting pictures… Reaven."
The smile faded away, replaced by a scowl.
"That's blackmail."
"And what you're doing ain't?"
"… Touché."
Navi laughed.
The princess simply looked smug.
"Your threats are getting better." remarked the boy.
"I had a good teacher."
"And don't you forget it." interrupted a raspy voice.
"Daud."
"Lady Emily, it's always a pleasure. Greetings, little fairy. And Corvo, you look… cute."
"Get lost, Weasley reject."
The answer to that particular barb is better left untranscripted.
"But more seriously, hair color aside, what is wrong with this loop?" asked the former Whaler.
"You're a king, Daud. What could possibly be wrong about that?" wondered Dunwall's heiress.
"With my people living in a goddesses-forsaken haunted desert and our history of thieving closing more doors by the day, my unawake self wanted nothing more than to gain access to the Void and claim a mark for himself. The slimy little curse I broke the other day probably didn't help either."
"A curse?"
"From something on par with the Leviathan, I'd say. I had to use Foul Play combined with a Dream Eater."
"Isn't Dream Eater a move for sleeping targets? How could that work on a curse?"
"Well, the curse seemed to link me to the local afterlife. Whatever that waster was before, it's dead… and being dead, or asleep… potayto, potahto. Good thing it worked anyway, it probably would have forced me to rule the world, which would have involved a significant amount of bloodshed.
Navi … would have been bad.
Emily had gotten livid too, remembering the vivid dreams her current incarnation had.
"I see your point."
Corvo, would also have been outraged by this clearly evil design, had he actually followed the discussion. Sadly, a four-letter word had took him completely by surprise and he'd been momentarily stunned… until this very moment.
"Wait a minute, you're a king?"
The look of complete disbelief on his face caused two giggles and a humph.
The princess took pity on her father and gestured dramatically to the older man.
"Fairy Boy, meet the King of the Gerudo."
"Gerudo? You mean that exclusively female race from the desert?"
"Almost exclusively female. A boy destined to rule is born every hundred years." provided the fairy.
"So it's something like a… three hundred-to-one ratio? Why are you complaining again?"
"Corvo..."
"He does have a point, Daud. Your curse's gone and Hyrule will definitely help your people, so why haven't you grabbed a couple of Gerudos from your escort and rented a room at the inn already? You know, if you're short on rupies, I can always lend you some."
"Emily, you're too young for that kind of talk." chastened Corvo, the statement rendered silly by his own childish body.
"I'm over two hundred years old, dad."
"You're still a kid."
"Daaaaad."
10.04
Emily Drexel Lela Kaldwin, heiress to the throne of Dunwall, was scared. Completely and utterly scared.
Or she should have been. In fact, she was feeling just fine, if a little thirsty.
Oh, sure, her mom had been killed. She had herself been kidnapped, locked in the Golden Cat ever since, and Corvo was currently in jail, waiting for his execution.
But looping was a wonderful thing, and the Emily about to exit this room was nothing like the Emily who had been brought in.
Pinging upon Awakening and receiving two responses, she quickly checked her loop memories and confirmed that nothing was amiss. The loop being now officially a baseline, the looping princess grabbed a sword in her pocket and turned her left arm toward the door, ready to escape. As usual, she would blast right through, run to another room to access the roof, and free-run her way to the Houds.
Her mark promptly activated and shadow tendrils shot at the door, digging into the wood. The coils began to contract and Emily closed her eyes, bracing for the impact.
"Worm-eaten?" snickered Samuel.
"Yeeees." angrily hissed Emily.
"You got a door to the face because the door jamb was worm-eaten?" insisted the boatman.
Emily glared, her frown making the deep red bruise on her forehead even more prominent.
Samuel tried to keep himself under control.
He really did...
The looper lost it entirely and fell from his chair, laughing like a maniac. For the next ten minutes, the honorary Space Wolf could be seen running all around the Houd Pit Pub, laughing his ass off, pursued by the angry heiress shooting light-arrows at him and cursing in Hylian.
"Language!" admonished her father, himself stifling a smirk into his drink.
10.05
Hecate, goddess of the new moon, crossroads, witchcraft and necromancy – she loved her titles – was undecided. She didn't know if she was supposed to panic, cry, or yell at her screen. She even briefly considered throwing it out the window, that would surely calm her down.
Something had replaced the rats in the loop currently running, and she had a pretty good idea of who had caused this mess.
"MIIIIIS! GET YOUR LEATHER-CLADDED ASS IN HERE!"
Ten seconds later, Artemis, goddess of the hunt and the crescent moon, had joined her anthropomorphic bird of a sister.
"Yes, Cat?"
"Did you… Hey, what's with the robe?"
Instead of the usual leather tunic she had taken to wear around Adminspace, Artémis was draped in a low-cut dress, and her crude wooden bow was now made of polished silver, making her whole silhouette glow in an ethereal light.
Weird.
"Oh, that's my business suit. Makes for a better impression on the loopers than the skins, feathers and bones."
Her sister had thought something through?
Incredible, there may still be something to save then.
"I bet it does. Now, did you, yes or no, touch my terminal behind my back?"
"Huh…"
That definitely sounded like a yes.
"Dammit Mis, there are raptors running around Dunwall."
"Really? Sounds fun, let me see, let me see… Hooo, cool."
"No, not cool. The citizens are being eaten by rabid dinosaurs. Definitely not cool. Seriously Mis, you're a sister to me, and I really appreciate the help you and Len are giving me, but what is wrong with you? I already have enough problems with the crashes and Daud's poorly fixed Awakening point, I don't need new ones. Having your loop confiscated should have taught you something."
"It did. It taught me that I really don't like Skuld."
"Skuld did nothing wrong, you played with your looper's coding. If there's one thing you should have learn, it's to stop messing around with loops' codes. Especially with loops THAT DON'T BELONG TO YOU."
"But I have to keep practicing, you know? For when they'll give me my loops back."
"They're never going to give them back if you keep hacking into my computer. Or others', for that matter."
Artemis shrugged.
"Give me the password, I won't have to hack into it."
Okay, her sister was a lost cause.
The exasperated goddess of witchcraft rose from her seat and went to the door, the huntress watching her with growing dread.
"Cat, what are you doing? Don't tell me you're going to…? No, I'm your sister Cat, you wouldn't dare."
Forcing the door open with a wave of a wing, Hecate sent her sister a smirk. The message was loud and clear, 'Watch me!'
The rest happened too fast for Artemis to react. The wing-armed admin breathed deeply, threw her head back and yelled loudly enough to be heard all the way down from the Celtic department.
"ARDWINNA! ARTEMIS' SLACKING OFF AGAIN!"
"I hate you." deadpanned the hunt goddess.
"Don't mess with my loop." growled back her sister.
10.06
The Dunwall loopers had probably been extremely nice – very unlikely –, or Hecate had felt merciful – that was more like it –, because the four of them had Awoken in a Hub-like world for the very first time.
Well, first time for all but the Anchor.
Corvo had come in such a loop once, and stupidly decided to play the Dishonored game, the back-up file for his branch. The only thing he'd gained from this experience was a new variant where he was entirely mute.
Well, screw you too, you damn tree!
He'd also spent half an hour pointlessly threatening a poor animal. A guardian had finally rushed in the cage and explained that Arkane Studios, the society who'd produced the videogame the Anchor had been frantically waving around and screaming about at the time, was apparently based in Lyon, with a 'y'. According to the box, it was a town in France, a country located on another continent entirely, and it had nothing to do with the poor defenseless feline that would now need therapy sessions.
Corvo had left the zoo even grumpier than he'd entered it.
But it wouldn't happen this time.
"Where are you going dad?" asked Emily when she saw him go for the door.
"I have an appointment."
The almost manic gleam in his eyes kept her for asking more details.
From his computer, Samuel could only sigh, rubbing his face tiredly.
"Can't believe he's going for it."
"Care to share?" asked Daud, lazily laying on the couch.
"I'm pretty sure he's off to France. We spoke, some loops ago, and he told me he had a few chosen words for the guys who made our universe."
"He's aware than they never actually 'made' us, isn't he?"
"Doesn't looks like he cares." mumbled the soldier, returning to his screen. He really wanted to find a store selling 40K products in the vicinity, he needed to take a look at a few codex.
Daud simply shrugged and returned to his fishing magazine, something he'd taken as a hobby since his loop in Terraria. He wasn't even fazed by his Anchor's antics anymore, Corvo was just that hopeless.
Emily pocketed the half-sculpted Bone Charm she'd been working on – a little study project she'd received from a friendly Outsider – and followed her idiotic father. He would definitely need to be smacked upside the head and be called a jackass at some point. As his daughter, she happily volunteered for this task.
10.01 - Frenzy, blood and fluff in a single snip. And it's not even my birthday!
10.02 - A were-fox who's perfectly in control of his beasty side, but is too scared to even use it... Seriously Daud, what are we going to do with you?
10.03 - Demise got powned by his own strength, it's rather sad. Oh, and Corvo's a little overprotective of Emily.
10.04 - Samuel is like the funny uncle who's always up for a good laugh... even at the risk of being turned into a pincushion. His inner-wolf's probably messing up his sense of self-preservation.
10.05 - If you don't want the celtic goddess of animals coming after you, don't mess with Hecate. It would provide results, though.
10.06 - So, to sum it up: Yggdrasil is a sadist, that lion was probably innocent, Corvo knows how to hold a grudge, Samuel's not amused, Daud's not amused, and Emily will probably have a good time.
I hope you enjoyed those loops.
Thanks for reading and stay tune for the next chapter.