Author Note
It has been suggested to me by a few readers that I write some stories using the kind of CYOAs you find online. In the past, I've made use of Jumpchain and Rule34economy to make two entire series of stories which are a bit of mess, but they were enjoyable to write.
So I am going to use the Dimensional Traveller CYOA to set up a new story with a SI who explores the multiverse, builds himself a small and hopefully manageable harem, acquires lots of cool stuff and tries to learn as much as he can about many different things.
Dimensional Traveller CYOA Version 2.3
50 points
Willpower - 4 points
46 points
Teleport - 4 points
42 points
Subtle - 2 points
40 points
Foresee - 2 points
38 points
Pocket - 1 point
37 points
Room - 2 points
35 points
Expansion - 3 points
32 points
Secure - 4 points
28 points
Perfect Health - 1 point
27 points
Inviolable - 4 points
23 points
Sustenance - 1 point
22 points
Healing - 2 points
20 points
Combat Skill - 2 points
18 points
Reach - 1 point
17 points
Illusion - 1 point
16 points
Track - 2 points
14 points
Armoury - 1 point
13 points
Armour - 3 points
10 points
Library - 3 points
7 points
Furnishings - 1 point
6 points
Money - 2 points
4 points
Domestic - 3 points
1 point
Drawback
Homeless + 2 points
3 points
Gauntlet - 1 point
2 points
Scanner - 2 points
0 points
Dimensional Traveller
The Traveller's Pocket Dimension.
I'd not meant for this to happen to me, one moment I'd been in my home just chilling out on my own while avoiding going outside, and then someone had suddenly appeared inside my house before dropping to the ground. This isn't really something you plan for, and nor could I have prepared for what happened next.
Without thinking about the how or why I'd rushed over to them, I knew first aid and I'd been trained to help people in this situation, but I never got the chance. There had been some sort of energy blast, that was the only way I could describe it, and then I'd found myself lying on the grass under a tree, in a place that could be anywhere.
The blast of energy had changed me both mentally and physically, granting me knowledge of the multiverse as well as giving me information on the person who'd granted me this great gift. One of the things I'd inherited, for a lack of a better term, was my own private pocket dimension that took the form of a nice house with a dozen rooms that could easily be accessed by me at any time and could be considered reasonably secure.
I'd come inside this pocket dimension so that I could rest and try to come to grips with what had so recently happened to me. I didn't have all of the Traveller's memories, or at least I got the sense that I didn't, and most of what I had gotten involved his understanding of how to travel to different universes, but I did know that someone had tried to steal his power using a very dangerous spell. I had the impression of much more, centuries worth of memories, only it was all fragmented.
The creature that killed my predecessor wouldn't know that I had the Traveller's powers, so I should be safe as the Traveller had not planned to give me his powers, rather he'd chosen my world and myself randomly having not any time to actually plan out a successor so there should be no trail to follow. I didn't even know how he'd given me his power so when I died they would go with me unless I devised a way to transfer the powers.
I knew that the Traveller had done the transfer as an act of desperation because the process had been flawed. His unplanned successor, who was me, I'd gotten only a fraction of his overall powers and since he'd been defeated I knew that I'd get creamed if I went up against some of the kind of people he'd faced during his travels. I'd have to increase my powers in order to have any chance of surviving for hundreds of years in the dangerous multiverse.
Having memories of centuries of exploration and study all crammed into a mind that could only handle a limited number of decades, a single century at the most, was not at all ideal. I needed to upgrade my hard drive or find a way to download at least some of this information into a form of external storage so that I could access the information when I needed to.
While there was a library here that would help to fill in the blanks I really didn't think that adding more information to my already overused grey matter would be a good idea at the moment so I began wandering around the rest of the house, to check out my new home as like everything that had belonged to The Traveller it now belonged to me.
It was decorated mostly in white, with creme coloured carpets, with some dark wood furniture to contrast it. There were no entertainment systems here, but I knew if I brought them here they'd work. I had no Internet here so I'd be limited in what entertainments I could use, and this was okay as I figured that I'd be out exploring most of the time.
There was also a decent-sized garden and some space around the house. I knew that beyond a certain point this pocket dimension simply stopped, so the blue sky, fluffy white clouds, the sun, the moon and the stars that would be seen later, they were all part of a clever illusion meant to give whoever stayed here the impression that they were living in an Earth-like world. If I'd not known better I could be fooled into thinking that I was somewhere in the English countryside.
The house contained a storage room, which was the room you appeared in when you entered this pocket dimension, a modest kitchen, a very clean and white bathroom, a somewhat cosy living room, a study/workshop, the library, a couple of guest bedrooms, a master bedroom, within an ensuite, and an armoury/vault which contained quite a lot of cash, a blaster pistol, a lightsaber and a set of power armour that I didn't recognise from any fiction that I knew about, but that wasn't shocking given the sheer number of dimensions out there.
I did now know that the Star Wars was, in reality, a real galaxy. I even owned a gauntlet device like those used by the System Lords in Stargate (another science fiction that I could now go visit) the Traveller had modified it after recovering it from a long-dead Goa'uld.
Alas, I lacked the Traveller's power of precog so I couldn't use the lightsaber in battle at least not without risking great injury to myself, I had retained much of his combat skills so I could shoot the blaster and I knew how the power armour worked. I knew stuff like how to swing a sword in battle and how to use a rifle.
With these new skills, the powers, my body, that could easily be made the very peak of human, and my power armour I could be considered to be quite mighty, at least in some parts of the multiverse and I could already think of some ways to improve myself. I even had a couple of million dollars worth of money in the vault.
While this was more than I'd ever had, and a lot more than I needed, it didn't seem like much considering the Traveller's centuries of life. Either he had a lot more stashed away somewhere else and I simply couldn't remember where, or my predecessor had not really cared for physical possessions. I couldn't say for sure, however, I got the impression that his weapons, armour and stash of money seemed to be there purely for practical reasons.
The only excess I'd seen (as even if the kitchen pantry didn't seem that well-stocked, although neither or I needed to or drink) was his library which was full of journals he'd written. If my shattered memories were anything to go by he'd documented his adventures and made great efforts to understand science, magic, the cultures of different worlds as well as their history, and over the centuries he'd recorded his own musings on the nature of existence, not just theories on how it all worked he'd also thought a lot about how things should work.
Even without my new memories, I'd have known that The Traveller had been both an explorer and a scholar. He'd also be rather sure of his own knowledge given that he'd not bothered to collect many works done by others. Some of the other rooms did have a few books in them written by others, but they were for casual reading.
This might not be as arrogant as it first seemed given that The Traveller had been blessed with a mind so much greater than mine with vast knowledge so keeping physical records of other people's attempts to understand lofty matters would have somewhat pointless and he could always go visit a library if he wanted to read some people's work
He even had a great understanding of his own powers, what I had was a mere fraction of what he'd been able to do, and he'd understood what powered them. I'd retained some of these powers, I could move things with my mind and even perform a Darth Vader impression by strangling someone with my mind powers if so wished. Not that I wanted to kill anyone, it was just good that I the option.
I might need to defend myself with lethal force as I could now travel the multiverse. My power of illusions would allow me to go unseen as long as I kept my distance from people however this didn't sound like much fun so I would need to do my best to blend in when exploring other worlds. Sure I couldn't return home because I didn't know the way, and the Traveller hadn't meant to go there, but I did know how to reach thousands of different universes, many of which were fictional to me, or at least had been until today, as such I would need to protect myself.
Thanks to my new memories and my own knowledge I knew that some of those universes would be too dangerous for me to spend any amount of time in because of the local powers such as the gods and because that many universes I now knew about were guarded against outside interference by something called the Order. Thankfully The Traveller knew how to travel without drawing too much attention and because of his habit of moving around a lot he'd never been captured.
Dimensional travel aside, most of my powers seemed to be focused on keeping me alive, I'd obtained some form of immortality thanks to my new and improved healthy body, and an ability to heal. I even had the power to resist any major changes done to my body. My predecessor had been slain by some very dark magics and it would take that level of attack to do me harm.
I was inviolable as such unwanted magics couldn't harm me, but The Traveller, the one who'd died, had been killed by dark magic so he must have been tricked into lowering his guard. Perhaps he thought the spell cast on him was something that would aid rather than hurt him, or maybe it had been something other than magic.
Thinking on I wondered if it could be that the person or creature who'd attacked The Traveller had been someone else who could tap in the energies of what was between the worlds. I simply did not know as the memories weren't clear.
Aside from most magic, I didn't need to worry about most curses, poisons, and such. I could not starve to death or expire due to a lack of water, even if lacking food and water would be extremely uncomfortable so really I only had to worry about attacks.
Sure if I ended up in the vacuum of space or if I fell into a volcano, or if my head got chopped off, I'd be as dead as anyone else, but my power armour could protect me against most external threats. So as long as I didn't piss off any wrathful deities I should be fine, and there ways to enhance my existing protections. I would need to look into that.
There were those who desired to take my powers, and I knew how to avoid them as well. The memories that I needed to help me survive seemed to be the clearest in my mind. Yet there was still so much that I didn't understand so it was a good thing I had the library to consult. I would need to learn about the other threats out there before I ventured far.
I wandered down to the basement storeroom which was empty aside from some boxes of junk and a stasis booth that contained a clone of Emma Watson, this was by far the strangest thing I'd found in the house and since there was a lightsaber over in the armoury that was really saying something.
The Traveller's powers, which were now my powers, worked by tapping into the vast energies of what lay between realities, it went by many names the Blinding Eternies, the Howling, the vast nothingness of The Void, not that this realm is actually empty, it contains the energy of unreality and like a psyker from Warhammer 40k tapping into the Warp or a Jedi who called up the Force, I could harness that power. Over time it might be possible for me to relearn what the Traveller had been able to do and things he'd never learned to do, but that could take a thousand years, and if I was careful I could have that thousand years.
Since the Traveller hadn't been able to use magic, even if looked as if he could, his abilities were closer to psychic powers than magic and he could still use magical items. His powers really blurred the line between psychic powers and spell casting, and he knew many magic users some of which had helped him set up this pocket dimension, but he couldn't wave a wand and simply alter reality so neither could I as it required tapping into a different sort of energy. Magic is power from reality I get my power from unreality.
Because he'd wanted to understand how wand magic worked he'd decided to have someone he'd known clone the witch called Hermione Granger so he could use the clone to figure out wand magic. Perhaps he'd wanted to give himself that power, I didn't know for sure due to the fractured memories if that his actual goal, or if he wanted to give other magic users the ability to use wands, or if he'd just wanted to run tests.
I did understand that he'd grabbed the DNA of the actress Emma Watson rather the witch Hermione Granger. An odd mistake to make, but the Traveller hadn't been a god despite his great powers and he could make mistakes, and I knew that sometimes the characters did look like the actors who played them and sometimes they didn't. The multiverse was so vast that it was possible to mix up a character and the person who played that character. I wouldn't have made that mistake, but I grew up in the world were Emma Watson was a famous actress.
My concern here was that the Traveller had decided to repurpose the clone as a domestic servant, well a sex slave really, someone to cook, clean, not that the pocket dimension needed to be maintained, and to suck his cock. The Traveller hadn't been bothered much by his sex drive, he didn't like to get attached to mortal women as they got old and died, but the people who'd made this clone had made it so she was somewhat immortal as in she was ageless and wouldn't get sick. Perhaps he'd been more lonely than he'd ever realised.
On paper having a sex slave version of Emma Watson who'd been mentally and physically altered so that she totally devoted to me and had no desire of her own other than to serve, well that sounded rather good. Only she was a human being, more or less depending on your view on clones, and therefore should be free to decide her own fate. That said she was incapable of doing anything she'd not been created to do and I had no idea how to change that.
I could even make more like her, or outsource the job at least, and keep sex slave clones of the women I desired in stasis when I didn't want them to do stuff for me. This made me feel like a creep, but even if I didn't get more clones, or make use of the one I had then I'd have to keep Emma stasis and that was no life at all.
If she felt nothing other than a desire to please me then not making use of her made her entire existence meaningless and sure she wasn't feeling anything while in stasis but did that mean I should keep her in it? Maybe I should take her out of stasis and make use of her skills. I wasn't going to hurt her and I could take her places, not that would be any point trying to make her happy if she existed only to serve and had no desires beyond that.
Her mere existence along some of my memories let me know that The Traveller had been either good or bad, rather he'd been amoral, as in moral concerns meant nothing to him, or at least not much. He wasn't cruel, he wouldn't harm people he just didn't care enough to help them either. A lot of his life had been spent as a passive observer. Given his great range of powers, it could be considered a good thing that he didn't interfere and perhaps I should do the same.
Looking at through the transparent material of the stasis pod let me know that whoever or whatever had made this clone was very good at their job. The clone was a great example of the female form, as far as I could tell her body hair had been removed, her breasts were perfectly pert, her nipples were all pointy, and the smile she had on her sleeping face was just as arousing as the rest of her. While I couldn't check out her backside, I felt sure that it was also perfection.
At least I didn't have to deal with her right now. I wanted to experiment with my powers and since I couldn't return home, not that I felt any desire to, I'd need to go elsewhere to acquire stuff for entertainment as well as at least a notebook so that I could try to organise my thoughts. The only problem here was that I had so many choices on where to go that I didn't know where to start.
I would also need some food and clothes as the Traveller's style didn't suit me, and he didn't keep much junk around so I didn't have any ways to amuse when in this pocket dimension other than his journals. Also, I would be doing a lot of travelling and I should prepare for that. This meant going back into the library and reading some of the books so that I would have ideas on where to go.
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The Traveller's Pocket Dimension.
Since I had no idea how long I'd been here this meant that I also had no idea how long I'd been able to resist the temptation to remove the clone from stasis and do things to her. I'd been left with the knowledge that she had no reason to exist other than to please me and so if she wasn't pleasing me then she had no reason to exist. Not that this justified keeping a slave, but it wasn't as if I could just let her go as she lacked any motivations other than to please me and would likely just waste away with me around.
Perhaps I'd simply needed to convince myself that I wasn't doing an evil thing by making use of the clone. I'd never been a bad person, rather I'd just been a bit lazy and for the most part, I'd stopped caring about the world, and The Traveller had always been somewhat of a passive observer, neither hero nor villain, so in the end, I'd decided to please myself. Besides, it wasn't as if I was going to do anything too cruel to her.
When I opened up the stasis pod I got a proper look at my sex slave. I'd already checked out her body so I looked at some things I'd not been able to see before due to the pod. Her fingernails and toenails were painted matte black. She also has some eyeliner on as well as red lipstick but she'd not gone overboard with makeup. As I'd suspected her body seemed to be totally hairless aside from the eyebrows and her head hair.
"Hello, Master," she said as her eyes opened up "I am your slave".
When she stepped out of the pod I couldn't help getting behind her so as to check out her ass, and she giggled in a very adorable way as she watched me examining her up and down. She even did a little spin for me without needing to be ordered to.
"Hello, slave," I said, "Bend over".
As she bent over, I gave her butt a good, hard slap. She jumped a little upon feeling the impact but otherwise made no reaction.
"Stand up straight," I commanded.
Since I wanted to enjoy my new toy, which I could do as she belonged to me as much anything else here did, I took her face in my hands and give her a passionate kiss. She returned the kiss with a great deal of passion, and I found my tongue slipping into her mouth before I pulled away.
So far I was pleased with my slave and I no longer concerned when it came to using her. I might feel bad about it later, but I knew The Traveller used that title for a reason. He was neither good nor evil, and I was now the Traveller I had to put aside the whole hero and villain thing. I existed to explore, to learn and to have fun.
"I'm going to call you Emma," I told the clone.
There were much worse things that could happen to a person than becoming a domestic/sex slave. I'd give her a purpose, a roof over her head, plenty to eat, and I wouldn't be abandoning her. Given how powerful I could be considered to be when compared to this clone it wasn't so odd that I'd think of her a toy or a pet.
"Emma, what are you? I asked.
There was no delay before she answered.
"I'm your slave" she replied.
She actually sounded happy when she spoke those words.
"What am I?" I asked
Again there was no delay.
"You're my master" she answered
I had more that I wanted to ask her.
"Are you my property, Emma?" I asked.
"Yes, Master. I'm your property" she told me.
This was turning me on even more.
"What is your purpose?" I questioned.
"My only purpose in life is to serve and obey my master," she told me.
The programming worked very well. I didn't know if I should send the cloners a fruit basket to say thanks or to be so disgusted at their actions that I should go shut them down. I settled on doing neither of things as I might need their services in the future, but that didn't mean to be anything other than civil towards them.
I made the clone follow me into the living room so that I could sit down before I made the clone start pleasuring me.
"Emma, give me a handjob" I ordered.
She didn't delay in carrying out this command.
"Yes, master!"
She quickly undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled them down, along with my underwear. She then very gently grasped my dick in her soft, small hands, before she began stroking it up and down. She continues to stroke me, slowly, and gently, at first. As time past she increased the strength of her grip and the speed her hands were moving at.
"Emma. You will give me a blowjob" I ordered next.
She looks at me, and I could tell that she'd known this was coming, and then she'd be happy to serve me in that way.
"Yes, master. I'll give you a blowjob" she replied.
As she began carrying out my latest command she placed the tip of my cock in her mouth. She then moved to slide her head down, taking my whole dick inside her mouth. I could feel my dick sliding into her throat and she didn't even gag as she'd made to do this, quite literally. All I had to do was sit back and enjoy myself.
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The Traveller's Pocket Dimension.
While he'd not planned to do so The Traveller had kindly left behind everything I needed to start planning out my new life. Not only had he provided me with a vast amount of information about many worlds across the multiverse he'd kept a poor pantry that at least had the basics, so I'd not needed to go anywhere while doing my research and the lack of any entertainments, something I planned to fix later, meant that there were no distractions.
Well, there was Emma, but I could keep her in stasis most of the time, and thinking of her lead to me to wondering (and not for the first time) if I should get myself more slaves, I had two spare rooms, only one of which Emma used, assuming she couldn't sleep in her pod, so I could get myself another slave or even two. Not that I really needed anyone else for cooking and cock sucking.
I'd already considered that it might be wise to get myself a sex slave/bodyguard as while I'd become very hard to kill I did not have the full powers of The Traveller and I wouldn't now be The Traveller if the last one hadn't proven to be vulnerable to certain dark magics. As such, having someone loyal to watch my back seemed like a very good idea.
On the notepad in front of me, I had many things written down, such as my need for a personal guard, my desire for a cool magical sword, enchanted items, some sort of physical protection like a personal shield, and aside from a protector, it wouldn't be such a bad idea if I got myself a slave who knew all about magic in case I encountered something that needed magic to deal with it.
While cloning a magic-user remained an option it might not work as while the ability to use magic could sometimes run in families, and therefore be at least partly a matter of genetics, that didn't mean a clone would have those powers, so I needed to find someone with great magical powers who wouldn't mind travelling with me. They would need to be someone who also wouldn't be bothered if they left their old lives behind.
Since I only had two spare rooms, it didn't seem as if I'd have room for a magic-user, a bodyguard and Emma, only I'd already found a world that might be able to provide me with the servents I desired without taking up too much room within my pocket dimension.
The world of pokegirls contained exactly what I needed. Pokegirls are more able-bodied than men. All things being equal, the least physically threatening of them are as dangerous to men as men are to most women and children. On average, they are stronger, have a faster sprinting speed, have more stamina, are more enduring, and have greater fortitude, some more so than others. Individual breeds and subbreeds of pokegirl may have weaknesses which render them vulnerable in ways that can be taken advantage of by humans, but only the humans of the Pokegirl world would be aware of them.
I knew that Pokegirls form strong social bonds much in the way humans do only pokegirls form social bonds primarily through sex. This social bond tends to create in-group loyalty, and thus bonding is sometimes stronger than the kind seen between humans. One notable quality of pokegirl social bonds that interested me is the protective instinct. Most will jealously guard their in-group against outsiders, especially from physical harm, and I could do with that kind of protection.
Since I also desired a tech expert perhaps I didn't need a pokegirl who was purely devoted to the art of combat. Instead, I could have one pokegirl for magic and the other for the tech who when working together would be able to protect me.
Since having more than one or two pokegirls was something only a Tamer, the pokegirl version of a pokemon trainer, could be allowed to have, and for good reasons, I'd limit myself to a couple of pokegirls, meaning that I wouldn't need to worry about extensive background checks or spending too much of my considerable, but not unlimited, wealth.
I would haven't the time or energy to care for than two and pokegirls didn't need bedrooms, they could live inside pokeballs most of the time as long as they had the right equipment, The couch in the living room was a pull-out one if they did always want to be in their pokeballs, and this would leave the bedrooms free.
All of that would be very expensive so first I needed to make some more money. I needed some extra firepower too as I only had a blaster, a cool magic sword and a rifle of some kind would be nice. I could just buy those things if I had enough wealth (my paper money wasn't much use when not on Earth) and I only had some much gold. Plus I needed a way to transport a large amount of gold that didn't involve carrying it.
So I had a big long list of things I wanted and no idea where to start. This was going to take more planning and more studying before I could figure it all out.
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Hosptial. Sunnydale.
Despite the fact that this town was supposed to be vampire central my trip the hospital was a quiet one, a single Vampire did try make some threats, but I'd been on guard and so I'd just shot him with the blaster that I pulled out from hammerspace. The blaster bolt caused the vampire to ignite since blasters fire intense bolts of plasma. While in some sense that had been my first kill I could remember way worse acts of violence, and vampires weren't really people or even alive so I felt no guilt. I might have felt differently if it had been a human attacker I'd killed.
As I approached the hospital I wondered how many people died from Vampire attacks in this town every night and how people could keep repressing all the weird shit that went on around here. One of the reasons I had chosen Sunnydale to because of the whole attitude of 'see no evil hear no evil' that applied to anything supernatural, and that would include me.
Unlike some more modern Earths the group known as The Order, who like to police multiverse travel in some dimensions, don't have any influence here. I figured that groups like the Powers That Be as well as Wolfram and Hart would keep them out. They also might object to my presence here, but I could make my travels very hard to detect and the Hellmouth should also help to keep me off anyone's radar.
Since people who learned to ignore the things going on around them here in Sunnydale tended to live longer than those who stuck their noses into other people's business no one bothered me as I made my way to Faith Lehane room despite it being way past visiting hours. This made me it easy for me to be alone while in the Dark Slayer's hospital room.
I'd recently learned that the world of Buffy The Vampire Slayer was real from the journals of The Traveller. Actually he'd found many versions of this world all of which were surrounded by hostile realities I knew to be called Hell Dimension, so in the grand scheme of things, it wouldn't matter if I took Faith out of this timeline and the Powers That Be should be able to alter their plans to account for her absence.
Finding out what season I was in only took as long it did because I'd needed to find a newspaper. Once I had the date, the rest had been my own memory. Since it was late 1999 in this reality, as time doesn't always pass at the same rate across the multiverse, I knew that Buffy Summers would be in college and that Faith Lehane, the real Slayer in my view, would be here at the hospital where she'd been since before graduation.
I could have teleported myself directly here, instead, I'd decided to have a quick look around the 'fictional' town of Sunnydale having not been too concerned about the monsters. Even if my powers were greatly downgraded compared to what the last person with my title had possessed I was still very hard to kill. Still, it would unwise of me to further risks like this until I had more protection.
As for why I'd come here to this hospital when I could be relaxing on a beech on Risa, as Star Trek was also a real dimension, I needed a bodyguard and while Slayers weren't very powerful when compared to warriors from many other universes, I rather liked the character and with access to the multiverse, I could easily improve her.
It wouldn't even be hard to do. She'd only really need some decent magical items to enhance her already decent fighting skills, some good armour, a really cool weapon, and I'd read about a place that you buy magical tattoos from that could be used to enhance a person, and to grant a degree of protection from spells.
In order to entice her to come work for me, I would offer her riches, power, and security, as the Watcher's Council couldn't get to her in other dimensions, or at least I didn't think they could, I'd have to convince her not bother going on a revenge trip against Buffy Summers as that might get me noticed by creatures much more powerful than me. Something that I'd rather avoid.
Maybe some therapy would be in order too in some universe where the mysteries of the human mind weren't mysteries at all, or at the very least I should take some sort of control over her, nothing too direct, just enough to make it unlikely that she'd stab me in the back. Faith did seem to treat the people who treated her well with some respect, but I should still be careful.
I wouldn't try to enslave her as aside not knowing how to do that if it went wrong and broke free I'd had a majorly pissed-off woman on my hands who break my bones with her bare hands, and it always took a few seconds for me to teleport away somewhere or move from one dimension to another, for a Slayer that was more than enough time to do some real damage as I was still vulnerable to brute force attacks.
To make this work I would need Faith's trust and I could start gaining that by healing her so I did just that, it didn't take long as her own Slayer healing power seemed to have already done most of the work. It was a bit surprising that she wasn't already up and about given that sometimes even death only slowed a Slayer down, perhaps that knife, that I felt sure Faith had gotten from the Mayor before Buffy took it, had been cursed in some way. Lucky for her I could cure anything short of death and even then as long as the soul hadn't moved on there was a good chance of me giving that person more life. Assuming I wanted to do so.
Faith slowly opened her eyes and then suddenly snapped awake upon seeing me but she didn't lash out or panic. This was good as while I had superpowers too Faith had been using hers much longer and knew she well how to use them. Even if she was groggy upon awakening she would properly still be able to kick my ass.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked.
I backed up a little and used my telekinetic powers to move a chair over to me as I sat down.
"Think of me as a wizard of sorts" I answered, "I just used my powers to heal you".
The Dark Slayer slowly sat up and then touched her gut.
"Errr thanks" she then said, "Listen I got places to be".
I needed her to hear me out so I spoke quickly.
"Not that I could or even want to keep you here I just want you to hear my job offer," I said.
That got her attention.
"Job offer?" asked the confused superhuman warrior
She wasn't ready to just get up and leave, even with my healing you don't just wake up from months in a coma and start walking about. Although given her powers it wouldn't be long before she was able to walk.
"I want to hire you, Faith, to give you a place to live," I told her "The details can be explained later, but for now I just want you to come with me before the Watcher's Council find out that you've woken up. You need protection".
Which was ironic since I wanted her to help keep me safe.
"I work for the Mayor" she pointed out "He's got my back".
Not so much.
"He's dead" I informed the Slayer "Buffy and her sidekicks blew him up at graduation".
That got her attention and she was already realising how vulnerable that made her.
"At least come with me and consider the offer" I requested "Once you've seen some of what I have going on I think you'll take me up on the deal".
She looked around the empty and not very pleasant hospital room before making up her mind. Aside from my presence, there were no signs that anyone had visited her during her very long nap. She had no one, and thinking on that I found it a bit odd that no creature of the night had snuck in her to end her as killing even a helpless Slayer must be worth something to demons. Not even the bad guys had cared enough to end her. How sad.
"You trying to get into my lack of pants?" Faith asked, "Wanna be my Sugar Daddy?".
I decided to be honest with her.
"That would be nice, but it's not mandatory," I told her "You can negotiate your terms and you know I do great health care".
Since she didn't have much in the way of a choice she decided to go for it. Not that she didn't spend some time internally debating the matter. I was no telepath, but it wasn't hard to guess what she'd been thinking about. She could be considering running away to some far off place, or simply going after the former Slayer. She'd be a fool not to give some thought to her other options even if none of them would led to much good.
"Okay, I'll think about working for you" she decided "but after I get payback on that blonde bitch and her undead boyfriend".
The best revenge for Faith would be to live well. She could leave Buffy stuck in Sunnyhell while she went out to explore, to grow more powerful, and to experience delights others could only dream of sampling. I should be able to convince her of that given enough time.