Omake: Personal Ads
Daunmi
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...If the Endbringers keep getting more personal in nature it will get ever more easier to find out who made them.
Just so you know, I'm blaming you for this.
Contessa stared at Eidolon for a moment as he sat at the table, knuckles whitening as he clutched ever tighter at the newspaper Doormaker had 'borrowed' from someone. The model of him that she used for her paths wasn't perfect, and it was at times like this that her power became useless for figuring him out.Strong, mostly independent nightmare of humanity looking for insecure, self obsessed cape with heroic tendencies. Enjoy long walks anywhere there are people to terrorize, tightly packed cities that crumple like cardboard, and violating physical laws to frustrate my targets. Willing to share you with my siblings. Must be a Trump, Thinkers need not apply.
"Something interesting in the paper?" She asked. Hmm, lets try path to telling myself what page the paper is open at...
'Next step, say "Personal ads".
She wasn't quite sure what to say.
'Next step, say "Personal ads".
She wasn't quite sure what to say, but she was damn sure she wouldn't say that.
'Next step, say "Personal ads".
Contessa knew she should stop the path. It certainly didn't seem to be going anywhere, and she had no intention of following it even if it did. This situation was still salvageable though. All she had to do was get out of here before anyone else-
"Morning Contessa." Alexandria called.
"Taking vacation talk later bye." She said, spinning on her heel and marching out of the room on a perfectly agreeable path.
"Are you feeling alright, Contessa?"
"Path, can't talk." God damn it. What did I do to deserve having to deal with this.
Her mind actually functioned for a small moment, and her feet faltered, a slight stumble along the path.
Oh. Right.