Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 30
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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"Really?" Alcina looked down on the two forms in front of her feet. One was a emotionless girl, face utterly flat. The other was a blob of mold the size of a pony that somehow managed to look guilty.
Considering the state of her garden, it ought to. Aside from a few sad remnants, all plantlife had just... disappeared.
"Did you eat all of it?" The Dimitrescu matriarch demanded. By some kind of near-magic, the blob actually managed to nod. "Why?" Until now, her youngest had been more than capable at determining what to eat and what not to.
"Wanted test." The older Nymph evenly answered. "Needed mass."
The older woman blinked. "And it took the entire garden for that?"
"Yes."
She was torn between admiration and exasperation. "How are you so much like Daniela despite not being related to her in any way?" She rubbed her forehead. "This is hopefully a one-off. If you need lots of mass, please use the forest outside or something."
"Yes." The amber child did not seem perturbed at her disapproval, unlike the mold child. It was shrinking down, condensing as if it would try to fit into a bowl again. She somehow doubted it would be able to any time soon.
"What even did you want to test?" She looked around, noting that even the wood parts of her benches had been devoured. Had anything organic survived in the area!?
"Nymph things." Why did she feel that even if Frederika had the capability, she would not have elaborated.
"Mica mea bijuterie." Alcina leaned forward in her wheelchair, hand gently gripping the Amber's chin. The little form allowed it. "How do you intend me to explain this to our family when they visit? They are dubious enough of you and your sister. Such a loss of control will reinforce the notion in their heads that they were wrong to not oppose me more on taking you two in."
"Not loss." Orange eyes looked at her firmly.
"And how am I supposed to prove that?" She patted her knees, inviting them to clamber on. Clearly dubious of her own weight, her moldy child only rested part of her mass on her mother's legs, like a blanket. "You'll have to elaborate at least a bit, draga mea."
All three of them fell silent after that, the orange-haired child folding her small face into a frown.
"Frederika..." Using both hands, she gently lifted the female form, settling it on her armrest. "You understand what I mean?"
"Yes..." The seated girl murmured.
"You don't need to go into details, but I do need something more than 'Nymph things'." She explained softly, one arm around the small waist so the little form wouldn't fall off.
"I... need mass. Lots. Hard to get." The explanation came out softly. "Sister easy get. Try if can take."
"Ah." That was certainly an interesting thought. "And the answer?"
"Yes." Frederika poked the moldy blanket and Alcina felt the weirdest thing. The closest she could compare it to was a large bag of water on her legs being wiggled while at the same time draining and being refilled in equal measure. Soon she felt the cool evening air on her feet again and the child beside her seemed to have grown a year or two.
"Interesting." She offered her hand to the other Nymph, who now reshaped into a large baby and settled her head in the offered limb, much like she had done after her birth.
"Mother?" Bela's voice floated over. "What happened here?" The eldest of her triplets formed from a cloud of bugs, looking over the remnants of what had once been a luxurious garden.
"Your sisters wanted to test something." The Elder Dimitrescu answered as she moved both children to sit more safely on her lap. "Could you be a dear and summon our gardener? Tell her she may this once requisition others to assist her. I do want this to be fixed soon."
"Yes, Mother." As the oldest of her daughters flew off, she t urned her wheelchair to return to the inside of her castle.
"Sorry."
"It is no trouble, draga mea. Just warn me next time." The cluster moved inside, leaving the door to the outside open. "And do it beyond the wall. I am sure one of your elder sisters will escort you to a good spot." She chuckled. "Perhaps Heisenberg's Factory. I am sure he'd appreciate the clean-up."
The baby, which up until this sentence had looked guilty, now started fuzzing and melting before shooting off.
"Sister no agree." The amber child actually giggled at the sight of the mold squeezing into one of the decorative vases and disappearing from view briefly before a small bit peeked out.
Her heart fluttered at the sound. "I suppose it is fair. Mother knows what kind of messes he makes in there... scratch that, she probably doesn't... and probably does not want to, at any rate." She shook her head, thinking back to when she had seen his pets. Perhaps she was not the smartest by having her castle be staffed with only women, but at least hers still had functioning brains and didn't run only on the cadou. What he wanted with those metal-having man-thing corpses was beyond her. "I do wonder what he'd do if your sister ate some of his... soldats?"
Driving over, she looked into the vase. "Come on, ciuperca mea mica. I won't force you to clean up the factory. I am not that poor of a mother by a long stretch."