"Mira?" Blondie called into the static her own com-unit. "Clawstorm! Do you read me?" The reporter ripped out her mirror-pad and very nearly found herself swearing in terror and only just barely managed to suppress the instinct to do so in order to roar out what needed to be said. "This is Blondie Lockes! You are under attack I repeat you are under attack! My friend spotted something and now I can't get hold of her! You hear me? Get out of there!"
There was a loud boom on the other end and the dwarf on the other end did not suppress their curse words.
"Miss Lockes you run back to the school and get help do not stop or linger for anything!" Bad Wolf ordered hopping off the platform.
"Be careful!" Blondie called out helplessly before he blurred and winked away from the speed that he was running, a large trail of dust left in his wake.
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Clawstorm hisses a terrified squeak through her clenched teeth as yet another blast hits her shield and propels her skyward like a screeching red-haired, and black lace beach ball (it may sound like fun but it was not in reality a pleasant experience).
It was a struggle to focus her attention to the green shadows below in order to properly aim her body to dive bomb them and thus force them to deplete their weapons by throwing more bombs in her direction, the constant spinning in the air and the sting of explosions against her shields were making her feel more than a little nauseous and she could feel a headache coming on accompanied by the ringing in her ears. From what she could see of the queen's transport the whole procession had been grounded to a deathly halt, despite her efforts to provide enough of a distraction for the transport to keep moving (because being still when being attacked was Bad, Bad, BAD in all capital letters, italics, and bold fonts because if you are still moving it makes you a harder target to get ahold of but if you were still enough for the predators to sink their talons into flesh…) the attacking green shadows had released some sort of swarm of vaporous fiery specter-like red and gold… creature-things with long gangly limbs and sharp claws sprouting out all over, what she vaguely theorized (because it was difficult to be sure when one was being bounced around) to very well likely be the deadly sand snips that were rumored to come from certain cults of magi warlords used to rip apart villagers who refused to pay higher taxes and would kidnap the beautiful daughters as payment for their troubles (Clawstorm highly doubted that magi had warlords that were bold enough to be seen out in the open let alone go to all the trouble to rule a kingdom themselves but her students would not cease nattering on about this big romantic epic book thing, which turned into a series, which turned into a few movies and for once Clawstorm was actually happy to be in mirror prison because in her opinion the books and movies might as well have been written by a love-sick third grader with very alarming ideas of what real romantic relationships were. In short Clawstorm was not a fan).
The snips had the procession blocked on all sides; circling and slithering closer and closer to the white and gold carriage that the queen herself would be in, some were fighting off dwarves others were clambering over vehicles, the dwarves and the snips were about evenly matched but if this continued on casualties of the small bearded kind would begin to rise and if the queen was not someone deemed worth capturing then-
Enough was enough.
She turned so that the next blast that hit her beneath her heeled feet shooting her up high into the sky, the witch reached for her charm bracelet, freeing four tiny vials and one really big one, the third biggest in her arsenal to be more precise.
White mist billowed outward from the witch, the giant plume expanding down and out until it encompassed the road where the transport had been stopped and a fair bit of forest as well, from the depths of the cloud the rickety rattling of moving bones could be heard and occasionally a column on backbone or a few skeletal legs could be seen swimming in and out of the summoning cloud.
Time to heat things up. Clawstorm's eyes blazed with red-ish purple magic as she shot down to the disoriented and stumbling glowing shapes below.
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One of the benefits to being able to run at high speeds for a proper villain like Bane was that people couldn't easily see you as you ran by so you could properly surprise unsuspecting people (save for his beautiful wife who was more fight and snarl than scream and flight, after the first few disastrous occasions when they first met where he was left with a sore and bruised snout and several notches of begrudging respect for the then hooded girl and she was left with an injured hand that kept getting re-injured before it could heal properly and at least two busted picnic baskets that had been broken over his head they both agreed that the whole jump-scare bit was not going to work for their story) especially now since the suspicious muscly green ninja who was trying to sneak away from the white cloud of mist with the wide, horrified eyes of someone who had just gotten a good look at something that your hindbrain feared would kill you but your logical brain sort of sensed that it would merely prefer that you stay alive to enjoy the suffering and humiliation (Clawstorm often had that effect on people she didn't like, or if she was both hungry and sleep deprived) didn't even know that he was being circled until that split half-second where a furry grey paw swatted the side of his head, effectively knocking him out cold.
Bane held up the unconscious figure by the scruff of his uniform, surveying the green ninja with a look of tentative caution.
"This is the bad guy right?" The werewolf asked the man-sized skeletal beast that had been chasing the green ninja out of the cloud of mist.
The golem jabberwocky nodded assuring-ly and accepted the limp man when Bane offered him to it.
Bane was about to go into the fray where he could hear battle cries from both dwarves and Clawstorm and a few inhuman squeals as well as some very manly human shouts screeching that the Evil Queen had returned when the movement that came from the jabberwocky golem gave him pause.
"Why are you removing his clothes?" Bane demanded.
In response the golem held up an array of throwing knives and two leaper-sticks between its claws.
"Ah." Bane nodded, making sure that there was no weapons on the prisoner for him to spring on them last second, that made sense.
"Before I head in is there anything that I should be aware of?" Bane asked figuring that if Clawstorm had enough control to both hear him and respond to him through one of her golems then things were going better inside than the ominous giant flying spine peeking through the cloud and the sounds of absolute pandemonium would initially allude one to.
The golem none-too-gently dropped the unconscious and half-dressed green ninja to the ground in favor of half hand-signing half gesturing (a sort of unspoken language that Bane had half picked up though the years of school where he had a crush on Clawstorm and wanted to know more about what she and Simone were talking about since they had spent most of the day communicating like that in order to deter the maiden brigade from listening in and had been forced out of sheer self-protection to learn it in better detail when his lovely wife had taught their daughters how to speak it which resulted in a scary time in his life where he was the lone man of the household who could not understand what all the women were saying to each other right in front of him) the hasty plan that Clawstorm had in mind at the moment, namely how to keep the ninjas and their summons from scampering away while she was distracted with keeping them from killing anybody.
"Alright." Bane nodded when the golem picked the green ninja back up and continued its task of stripping the man of his trousers. "I can do that no problem."
The werewolf took off running again but instead of running into the cloud of slowly dispersing mist he ran around it in wide circles moving closer and closer towards the center as he went, the force of the wind he was picking up causing the mist to swirl and compact into a funnel not unlike that of a thick tornado, but only moving at a slower, less destructive (but still distracting) high wind speed.
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Clawstorm hissed when a tail from a panicked snip brushed her side and back, the half corrosive nature of the specter's form burned trough her shirt and left a rather sizable welt on her skin. Bane creating a funnel of air and mist from the outside while her giant bone golem flying above them all helped on the inside front had indeed helped in trapping those who were left inside and creating enough panic that the dwarf forces were able to down most of the snips and Clawstorm had managed to capture two out of the four ninjas known to her inside this chaos however all this keeping track of her golems, the dwarves, and herself was making it difficult for her to keep up her glamour completely, in some sparing instances she had lost her illusion completely, which had seemed to result in more than a few startled ninja encounters when they spotted her in her true witchy form, she swore the one she had caught outside had nearly burst into tears at the sight of her before he ran for his life.
Sure makes a girl feel real special to make handsome grown men scream like frightened children and run for their lives just at the mere sight of you. Clawstorm thought self-depreciatively, for a villain there was always a fine line between being feared and being actually feared, it was nice having the respect and all but to have people run away at the sight of you, even when you are fighting them and willing to kill if the situation called for it, was just depressing.
"Seriously what has become of my life?" Clawtorm complained glumly to the sky as she ducked a snip's swiping talon, the glowing creatures were attempting to gang up on her now, she could see from her golems eyes that either they were smart enough to figure out that if they could just take her out then they could proceed with whatever they were sent to accomplish in peace and victory, not pandemonium and the encroaching threat of being beaten out of existence.
She was trying to time it so that most of the snips would be surrounding her so that she could fly up and incinerate the annoying buggers from above (she'd give whomever wrote that travesty of a romance novel a slight reprieve, they were right in how to defeat a snip, you just had to knock out the floating magical parchment inside their bellies with either a pickax or a burst of magic and poof, they were gone) and she felt that she just about had them in a tight enough mob around her when there was several bursts of a tight beam of florescent pink magic that took out over half the snips and yet still merely thumped gently against Clawstorms shields.
"My Lady wait! It is too dangerous!" A vaguely familiar male voice called out, and Clawstorm felt that since the snips had all stopped, frozen in their tracks to stare in shocked confusion for the moment that she could perhaps find the time to remember where she had heard that voice before somewhere in her past but all those thoughts had been interrupted when a woman in a pristine white dress and a crown on her head burst forth from the gloom of the mist.
"Evil Queen!" Snow White cried out tears forming at the edges of her eyes as she leaped forwards and encircled her arms around the witch, Clawstorm so startled by the other's behavior and sudden appearance that she forgot to put up her shields to block the other woman from touching her.
The welts and bloodied gashes from snip contact and a few lucky hits from one of the green ninja's battle batons screamed in agony under Snow White's crushing embrace.
"Snow…ball?" Clawstorm stated weakly, caught between utter confusion and complete and utter terror of the woman who had not only made her life a living hell as if it were a sport in high school but had also kept up her prejudices as queen of Ever after and thus caused both her country, family, and people to suffer as a result suddenly hugging her as if Snow White and herself had been a long lost friends.
It was funny how Clawstorm could dive headfirst against scary green shadow ninjas and their snips without a second thought and literally jump into danger-filled Wonderland to fight Kline-bastard with an excited thrill of righteous bloodthirsty revenge in her chest and yet the second that Snow-freaking-White-miss-perfect-and-fair-and-maidenly jumps out of the shadows to say boo and Clawstorm jumps in fear and freaking freezes in the middle of a fight!
It took a moment for Clawstorm to look down to her ratty band t-shirt and skinny jeans (the spell on her glamour allowed for a change in wardrobe as well, it wouldn't do for a grown witch on the run and in hiding to be in the predicament where she needed to be cut out of her too small clothing in order to move) to realize that she had at some point between the adrenalin pumping through her veins and the plans for snip devastation along with keeping track of her golems chasing the mysterious green men she had lost control over her glamour!
Oh this was not good.
A warmth of another body at her back and the army of dwarf security personal surrounding them protectively- none of them actually pointing their little axes accusingly at her thank gods but at the expansive void of mist and the glowing shapes of panicked snips beyond- brought Clawstorm back a little bit.
"…Anton? Is that you? What are you doing? It's dangerous out here you know!" Clawstorm snapped to the familiar warlock behind her, shielding them all from the snips while Clawstorm had been too stunned to do so herself.
"I could say the same thing to you your dark ladyship." The man pointed out cheerfully.
"What was that just now by the way?" Clawstorm asked as a means of distraction, trying to get back into focus with the battle at hand.
"Something we use for crowd control, it's merely a burst of harmless air and magic but it was obviously enough to send these critters back into their base summons." Anton replied, shooting off green bursts of magic at the approaching snips, a human shout rang out in the distance and Clawstorm focused the nearest golem to give chase to the green ninja who had shouted out in pain.
"I'm going to concentrate on the golems." Clawstorm announced before Snow White could speak and distract her further. She needed to focus, needed to keep her head in the game around them and not on why her former tormentor was acting so strangely, like maybe a type of strange that would make more sense if this were not a battlefield but a quiet place that held access to copious amounts of alcohol and that Snow White were half-dead drunk and not…
Clawstorm released control of her conscious mind and body, falling into herself and flowing more into the awareness that could be seen through the artificial senses of her golems. It was far more than a bit more power and concentration actually needed for such a task, in reality she only needed very little focus poured into her creations because her instincts and her witch mind help do most of the work for her but in this instance she needed all the focus she could give and still have it all be safe because she simply could not afford to have Snow White and her weirdness distract her as badly as she currently was.
The snips were loosing numbers in droves now, the pink beams of whatever crowd control devises that was used by Snow White's royal transport were doing most of the work, and through the thinning mist she could see what was hopefully the last remaining of the green ninjas cornered by the dwarf forces along the side of one of the security vehicles.
Word must have gotten around that the jabberwocky skeletons were the cavalry not the enemy because when two of her man-sized golems flew up silently behind the ninjas the most the dwarves ever did was merely nod slightly in their direction.
"This is far from the end." One of the green masked men sneered gripping a small cylinder with a big red button on one end of it, when he pressed it angry red lines with a pattern that Clawstorm recognized from circuit boards began to glow on the men's green uniforms. "If you think that we will be the last ones to come at you or that we will just merely be happy to surrender alive you've got another thing coming!"
"Sir what is this?" The second man demanded his leader, staring down at his uniform in horror, Clawstorm surmised that whatever was going on that the underlings didn't have a clue about it. Discretely she had her biggest golem fly out of the fading mist and moved the other two unconscious prisoners upward to meet the large skeleton so that it could hold the two men in it's large skeletal paws while the other two smaller golems raced down to collect the remains of their clothing the witch had a feeling that she might have to get rid of those things in a more secure location very soon.
"Our masters wanted assurances that there would be no loose ends, and what better way to serve the path to purity than to add salt unto the wounds of the impure empires our sacrificed remains will only inspire more of our holy brethren to stand up and take arms in the upcoming holy cleansing of the apocalypse! Imagine if we had been more successful in our mission as we rise up from our ruined earthly flesh to take our place amongst the holy ancestors of the correct breeding not only will the undeserving citizens of the two condemned empires of impurity fall into paranoia and war between each other but to also label them as murderers themselves! Alas we have failed in our task and the only honorable thing to do for such failure is to erase all trace of ourselves through the explosive embrace of eternal demise and pray that our efforts grant us into the gates of-" Droned on the unnamed leader of the pack, only to be interrupted mid-preach.
"Sacrifice? What the hell do you mean by sacrifice? And did you just say Explosive?" The underling demanded heatedly.
"The self-destruct mechanism has been built into our attire." The leader explained with a maniac grin on his face. "Our masters trusted my judgment to when we were to activate the dead man's switch in order to activate the explosives."
"You were- you are going to blow us up? You knew that our clothes would blow us up?" The second ninja screeched clawing at his uniform to get it off.
"It is useless to fight it friend, once activated the clasps to unhook the cloth have sealed shut and you would need something stronger than your mere knife to cut yourself out." The leader pointed out when the other had taken out a knife from his belt and went after the tough material of his outfit in desperation. "At the very least the shrapnel from our bodies and our weapons will most likely take out a good portion of our enemies so take comfort in that."
"I'm not taking comfort in anything! I did not sign up to die!" The man struggling to get out of his clothes raged.
Before the leader could reply Clawstorm grabbed him with a golem, placing a boney finger across his mouth like a bit-gag to keep him from talking and held him still, a bony digit keeping the button on the dead man's switch in place as the second golem set to work trying to help the other man out of his armored clothes, the second ninja startled when the golem became known but once he realized that the jabberwocky's claws, teeth, and strength were enough to rip open the fabric the man stopped struggling and allowed the dwarves to rush in and help him too while they also getting a good look at the dead man's switch in the leader's struggling grasp.
"We can't deactivate it." One dwarf gruffly spoke at the golem. "Not without time and your dark highness releasing him and unfortunately not even rendering him unconscious will help, he's activated a timer as well, we've barely got five minutes… I'm afraid that there is nothing that we can do to save this one, or any others still in their uniforms."
The golems nodded their heads solemnly the one not holding the struggling leader collecting the remains of the other man's clothes before both taking off up into the sky.
"What about my other men? You can't just let them die! You can't! Their my team!" The half-naked survivor cried out. "Please! Don't let them die! Not like that! Not like that!" The man pleaded in despair to the departing golems and to the dwarves around him, only to stop when a dwarf poked him in the side and pointed to the giant golem sitting patiently behind him a few feet away, the men he was so worried about cradled safely in it's boney paws, from the man's relieved shout Clawstorm figured that she had managed to get all the men he actually cared about to safety.
There was a lake not too far from the chaos, it was not too big but it was big enough, the crystal clarity of the water revealed that it was certainly deep enough.
Three golems dropped their cloth and weapon-ized cargo into the pristine clear water, the forth dove under the rippling liquid just below the surface and skimmed quickly through the water until it released it's struggling burden, shooting out of the water at an angle and into the trees in the nick of time as a large explosion threw red tinted water and debris up high into the air.
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Clawstorm saw through her golem's artificial senses the upper half of her body resting in the lap of Snow White as three golems flew towards the queen, her body, and those who were guarding them against any more unseen threats, the mist had left completely now, Bane was hiding behind some trees pretending to be searching for more potential threats, Clawstorm called her fourth golem to join him before she focused her mind back into her body.
"Threat eliminated, as far as I can tell there are no more nasty surprises but do keep an eye out from now on understood?" Clawstorm spoke from her own mouth pointedly not opening her eyes.
"What could they have possibly wanted?" Snow White asked sounding worried, Clawstorm felt the woman's hands brush over her sides and face in an oddly gentle manor though the witch took note that the nails on the human's hands felt more like claws at the moment.
To kill you most likely, the witch thought but did not voice. "To start a war between your kingdom and mine, you'll have to ask the goons for specifics but I'd hazard a guess that the plan probably involved something that would make it seem to your people like my family was responsible for whatever terrible thing that might have happened which would upset our people because they would know that it wasn't true, and one or two more incidents like this one later and everyone would be calling for war, regardless of their leaders calling for peace." Clawstorm snorted her voice sounding croaked with tiredness and a fair bit lower than usual. "These guys are terribly predictable you know, can't start anything that they hope to accomplish without the bigger kingdoms distracting themselves with war that they've started with each other."
"That's horrible." The queen gasped in alarm.
Tell me about it. Clawstorm grumbled mentally in a sarcastic tone.
"What do we do now Evil Queen?" Snow White asked and this time her hands skimmed, just briefly but still almost rather… oddly, over Clawstorm's muscled flat chest, it took everything the witch had not to flinch too badly as they realized that they were in their male form at the moment.
The witch opened their eyes but was careful to avoid looking at the queen, she sharply turned her form back to female in sheer self-defense, startling the lap her head lay upon as she did so, and touched her charm bracelet. "You will have would-be assas- enemy agents to interrogate and the delicate job of dealing with the aftermath of this to the public and other political figures who will be on edge and will be wanting to point fingers towards forceful action… which considering certain sensitive aspects to all of this would be a very bad idea." Clawstorm hazarded a hard pointed look to a startled and more than a little guilty looking Snow White the implications of what the woman had done in the past coming to light and the leverage that the enemy had over the White family ringing loud and true in the unspoken silence.
Good stay guilty! Clawstorm seethed beneath a tired mask, it was about time that it be known that Apple wasn't the only one who would not forgive the insufferable woman for her actions just because she was a fair maiden of proper breeding and had both parents who were willing to claim her as their own (a sore point that teenaged Snow White never tired of pointing out to Clawstorm).
"My advisors and I will ensure of course that my court will not aim for war-" Snow White began but Clawstorm cut her off.
"It won't matter if you tell them to stay away from war Snowball." Clawstorm almost, not quite but almost, growled. "It's your people who love their "fair queen" and country so much that will be the issue, a direct attack like this in their own homeland and against someone so "fair" after all would surely be enough drive for the people to decide that the war will commence whether we are ready for it or not, this is going to terrify them to the point where they will feel like that they need to fight regardless of what is really in their best interests, and more likely than not the other side is going to propagandize this as a win and possibly start up recruitment again! Unless we can convincingly hide that this ever happened, let alone if you would even be willing to do so in the first place before reinforcements come from the school you've got a lot of damage control to do and I really have to go back into hiding in order to do some damage control myself..."
"Then let's hide this!" Snow White stated as if it were really that simple. "I'm not doubting your own skills in damage control… it has proven quite effective in the past after all…" The woman trailed off almost mournfully before snapping her attention back to the witch. "However this is really dangerous and dear little Raven deserves to still have a mother around, whether she is in disguise or no, I'm certain that we can come up with something!"
Alarms blared in Clawstorms mind at the odd phrasing of that sentence but the witch was too busy biting off the urge to sneer at what could be an unwanted, but unfortunately rather useful ally in this mess.
"What do you suppose we do your fair highness? Say that this was all part of the show? A training exorcise or something?" Clawstorm growled bitterly in a sarcastic tone. "Honestly I can't think of anything that will work."
"Actually I'd phrase it more as… a test for the first civilian witch to enter into the hero classes as well as a tribute to a brave little girl who without a thought for her own safety fought off the bad guys in Wonderland and help free it, and a reward I would have Mira Shards be sworn in as an honorable emergency member of my personal guard. I hear that her family is quite set upon her throwing her into the dangerous conflict between her homeland and it's neighbors which would be such a shame considering the fact that I am quite the fan of hers." Snow White hummed impishly.
Clawstorm's brain screeched to a halt, there was no way the other woman was actually taking this seriously… was she? "I think that you should ask the little red-head about that, meanwhile I really have to go-"
"Evil Queen we both know that I'm already speaking to the little red-head." Snow White sighed gently picking up a section of Clawstorm's hair. "Your hair is still red from the glamour and I was able to spot your very unique eyebrow raising more than a few times to tell that you and Mira are the same person. And if you still don't believe me I saw you switch from Mira to your real form from the window of my transport."
"Son of a-." Clawstorm tried to swear, jumping out of Snow White's lap to stare horrified at her red hair, but the queen was already putting a finger to the witch's lips.
"No need for such language dearest, we are on the same side for once, I will help you win this, I have the resources, I have the means, and you can still keep in hiding if it makes you feel better." Snow White assured. "Just please don't run off, not yet, this involves me and my family's safety as well and… I really am not a threat to you after everything that has happened, please just tell me what is going on and what needs to be done, let me prove to you that… I can be trusted with something like this that involves you, just this once?"
Clawstorm had her fingers around the glass summoning vials, she could run, she could disappear again she could-
But I have questions that need to be answered through proper channels. A voice in her head pointed out. And where am I to run off to after this? I wouldn't be able to hide anywhere useful at any rate.
"…There is a human maid that still works over in the United Council of Witches and Warlocks building it is not well known but she is the mother of the criminal known as Kline, she is in on everything going on I suspect, though just to avoid suspicion I'd like you to bring her in if you can on suspicions of child abduction some years ago of a young powerful witchling by the name of Clementine…"
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Present time…
"And then just as the Evil Queen had flown off with her golems into a giant mist cloud in the sky Miss Shards came stumbling out of the brush all battered and dazed but alive and her highness was so grateful to Miss Shards that she swore her in as her honorable personal guard on the spot." Bad Wolf explained, he had to do a little tweaking with the story to better cover Clawstorm's Mira persona's alias and he left out the part where he was listening in on everything that the two queens had talked about and how he pretended to be super worried about his missing student until Mira suddenly showed up behind him but those were just minor details that were best left out anyway.
"Her fair highness and Lady Apple were very kind in letting me borrow the dress that had been meant for Lady Apple as a gift." Mira made sure to point out politely, bandaged hands brushing gently over the gold embroidery of a dress that Snow White had admitted that she had always sort of envisioned Apple wearing something similar when she took the throne one day. "My usual attire I'm afraid did not survive as well…" It was practically scraps of black lacy rags that barely covered her but really the witch had more important things to worry about other than modesty.
"It looks lots better on you anyway." Apple assured, and the princess meant it with all truth (even though she did recognize the dress as the one that she had always envisioned herself wearing as the future Snow White and currently had the extreme urge to be rid of the blasted outfit for all the lies it represented) while Apple would have merely looked like a life-sized fairytale image of another fair monarch in a long line of fair monarchs, a pretty face to be seen briefly before being forgotten as just another Snow White, but Mira almost seemed to unconsciously own the look in a way that Apple regretfully admitted to herself that she never could, even with the visible bandages covering her wounds the witch looked more like a queen that if seen immortalized on a tapestry a hundred to a thousand years from now by a casual observer who would stop by that particular image of Mira with her exotic looks and her oozing powerful queen-perhaps-even-empress-quality confident posture they would pause and perhaps want to ask more about who Mira was, because she just had that sort of air that made people unconsciously sit up and listen. It was even to the point where the red hair and the red jewels and fabric of the cape went well together, crushing the assumption that redheads could not pull off the color red well beneath the heel of Mira's white and gold shoes.
"You should wear that again sometime, with a crown, and maybe a scepter too." Apple hummed looking the sputtering tan witch up and down. "Dexter and Cupid did mention that you did not have very many changes of clothes in your closet, and that you don't have a proper ball gown or a dragon riding outfit for that matter… we should definitely fix that and soon, don't worry about the expense just consider it a thank you from me for saving my mother and a sorry for your best dress being ripped to shreds." Apple assured, still distracted because she knew that with the right outfit that Mira could go from submissive plain commoner to a respected citizen of the Queen Lands who had every right to go to school beside future rulers and fairytales.
"U-umm?" Mira said looking nervously to Raven who was stifling laughter behind her hand.
"So…" Faybelle grimaced trying not to look at Mira in pity for either having to deal with Snow White or having just been roped into one of Apple's excuses for a shopping spree it could not be determined. "What do we do now?"
The Headmaster sighed. "You all will continue as if this is all normal and everything is going to plan while Giles and I will contact her highness and enforce some strict… reminders about commandeering a student for both a scapegoat and for her own personal use. Mira… I understand that it was an emergency and that you only did what you were trained to do by your… lovely parent…" Milton hissed out as best he could at the mention of the Enchanted Mirror, while still giving the redhead a pained pitying look. "But please remember what I said at our last meeting and I strongly urge you to put that into use at this moment for your own personal interest, that being said I want you to report to the nurse's station immediately and if you are deemed fit enough I think that it would be appropriate if you spent the remainder of the weekend being a body and chastity guard for your homeland's youngest heir… as your civic duty to the royal crown and as punishment for getting into another scrap with bad guys of course."
"Wait- what?" Faybelle complained and Apple did her very best not to direct her disappointed gaze towards the glaring man behind her.
"Yessir!" Mira saluted all serious business.
Raven took support of Clawstorm's arm and began leading her away. "Come on Mira, we can turn this into a girl's weekend and a sleepover if you are feeling up to it."