"I have a surprise for you, folks!" Pierrot announced to her audience. "Three lucky members of the audience will get a chance to get a free Oshare Shoppe cheque worth 300 credits!"
*Mumbles ranging from mild interest to gimme*
"Second place gets 150, third gets 50." Pierrot signaled for her boney employee's hat, and she caught it with the very same hand. She put it on, clapped twice *clap clap*, the curtains opened and a cheesy quiz show set was moved forward.
"I shall pull three numbers!" She dug in the top hat. "Numbero 6, 9 aaaaaaaaand… 3!"
Yu, Rei, and Silly floated off of their seats.
'These three? What are the odds?' "Get on stage you three."
*Indifference, to fear, to disgust*
"I swear we didn't rig it, folks. Vento! Show the hat around to show we don't lie. And no matter what you think about them thanks to a recent incident, I'm not denying them."
"Big bro, Sis. We get to be quizzed!" Silly said from behind Rei.
"The shoe's on the on the other tail!" Yu circled.
"No introduction needed, everyone knows at least someone who's been ambushed by you three. What are you three planning to do with the prize?"
The mouth, and de facto leader, Yu had to think about it. They made a quick circle of discussion. "Proper costumes!"
"Interesting. Halloween or Quiz?"
"BOTH!" Yu squeaked.
Pierrot smirked. "Take a seat. Anything you wanna say?"
"We'll win this test in peace!" Yu put up a V-sign with her fingers.
"…" Rei shook his head, declining.
"I'M SOOOOORRRYYYYY!" Silly said about her existence and Halloween.
"It's behind us, Silly."
*Sniff* Thank Yu.
"Alrighty folks! We got Primp's greatest quiz meisters participating in a quiz, boy do I love the irony."
"Yu too?" Yu chimed.
Pierrot magicked her quiz cards.
*Applause*
"Thank you! Thank you! How does she do it? Now!" She turned to the spirits. "Because you three have the same goal, I have changed the rules on the spot. You three are a team. So get 90% correct as a team and you enjoy all of the moolah. Got it?"
"Yu betcha!"
"Are yu ready!?" Pierrot got her audience hyped up.
"Heck yeah!"
"Then leeeeeeet's begin! This question is from Donguri, it reads: how much does the average adult fly weigh?"
Chapter 32: Three interactions…
*The next morning…*
*Melancholy humming to Last Decisive Battle…* Sil was alone in cleaning again the benches again. Doesn't happen often but does it tire her out.
From the light of the tent's entrance, was cast a shadow reaching half into the tent. Such a tall and impressive sight caught the jester's eye. "Pfffffft. Fufufu." Sil walked up to the goth. "Heya, Feli! Are you dropping ol' Balders off again? It's been a while." Sil fondly recalled the last time.
"No. I'll bring him along next time."
"Aaaaw. Then what's your excuse to visit me?"
"To make sure you stop seeing Lemres." Her voice got depraved sounding as she raised a dowsing stick while pulling her scary face.
Sil felt a little fear. A little. More than she lets on. "The last I saw him was a month ago."
"But he's talking about you exactly twice a week. That's too much, hee hee hee."
"Because he's helping me achieve something I can't do myself!"
"!ENOLA SERMEL EVAEL !ENOLA SERMEL EVAEL" Feli chanted. A magical aura enveloped the target.
"…LEPSID …LEPSID" Sil casted under her breath. Hoping it worked.
"…"
"Are you done?" Sil asked like an older sister annoyed at the younger sibling's antics.
"Yes. Did it work, I wonder?"
"Oh!" Sil reacted. Making Feli jump a bit. "My head, why do I have this urge to avoid Lemres like the plague?"
"Yes… My work is done." The goth was happy with herself.
"Bye, Feli." Sil waved. "Be sure to bring Balders next time."
"I will."
"…Ugh…" Was her reaction to that she fell for that. "That girl has a screw loose, then again… So does Lemres…" She felt like she should throw herself on that pile. "I'm writing Lemres a letter, in case she tells."
It was an unusually nice, warm, and sunny autumn day at the Fielding Mansion's Swimming Pool, not a cloud in the sky. Raffine found herself sunbathing.
She can't get fully tan, she's still broken in a lot of places and had a lot of casts. Most frustratingly her legs. But she needed this. Too bad about not being able to swim.
*Finger snap* "Maid? Lemonade!"
'Is martial arts theory worth it?…' "…Yes… Mis…tress." Sil said in the frilliest maid costume she's forced to wear. Not happy about this.
"There, that wasn't so hard, was it? You resisted gagging. Oh, and you remembered the ice cubes this time! Good." She gave a condescending smirk.
"Rassin'frassin'rassin'frass…"
"Tut tut." Raffine wagged her finger. "No complaining. You should've seen this coming when we made this deal, maid. You got away lying to continue mocking me, this is only fair." *Lady-like giggle with a side taste of victory*
Silvana grumbled.
"Don't think I'm fully enjoying this either. I missed a lot of training and my cardio." 'But I'd voluntarily skip cardio to see you suffer like this.' *Superiority giggle* "Maid. Fetch my gramophone will you?"
"Hnnngh… Yes, Mistress…" Sil stomped off. When she came back.
*Click click click* Raffine took pictures with a photocamera.
"Pose a little, maid. Like you like this job, but are too clumsy to do anything right! Oh, La-Ti-Da!"
On the inside, Sil was boiling.
After aaaaaaaall the humiliation was over, Raffine handed over a piece of paper. On it was an address.
"What's this?"
"The address of my private tutor. Did you think I would show you how things are done?"
"YES!"
"Oh, La-Ti-Da! That's rich! Even if my legs were healed all of the sudden I wouldn't help you."
Sil turned around and left. Needing a good shower.
'I'm keeping this dress…'
"Keep the outfit. It suits you, maid."
Author's Notes:
Cut: Red Amitie, the real one. Came back from the future calls Sil something familial. Sil admits the first Red Amitie visit was her. I don't want time travel.
Next up: Raffine VS Klug, their weapon? Pierrot.
