Iron Horse: There is a knock on her door!
Jaom: "Yah... and right now, I'm trying to work up the nerve to try this damned thing on."
The suit of interlocking jade tiles looks very clean and well-cared for despite having sat in that tomb for unknown centuries. It gleams brightly.
Another knock comes on the door, but K doesn't wait for an answer before opening it to step in.
Jaom: "Very pretty. And come i---dammit, Kin, have some respect."
Kinqueduran: "...I knocked, didn't I?"
Iron Horse: "... oh, hey K"
Kinqueduran: "So...what's with the new shiny suit? Not that I think it's bad, mind you. I'm sure it'll look very nice on you."
Jaom: "I'm gonna put it on, but... yeah, it damn well better look nice on me. It took my shape and everything..."
Kinqueduran: "Might be as old as me."
Iron Horse: "Need a hand?"
Jaom: "I got it, I got it! I've been around armor enough to know how to put it on... thanks, though."
Kinqueduran "...never mind."
As Essence flows into the armor it molds itself to Jaom's body then begins to flow slightly, altering its form. Inside the armor Jaom feels nothing but the two men watching her can see the changes. The tiles move about, bit by bit and the suit changes shape. Jaom changes along with it, though she herself is unaware.
Iron Horse: "... whoa"
The mannish muscularity of Jaom's body wavers and dissolves as the armor redistributes her body mass. Feminine curves appear and fill out, as if someone were pouring Jaom into the mold of another woman's body.
Jaom herself knows only that she suddenly wants...jewels. Specifically, one jewel the size of her eye. The men can see a faint phantasmal image of a pearl or maybe a diamond appearing on Jaom's forehead, just above the bridge of her nose.
Kinqueduran: "Wow. Didn't realize you were such a ..." K cuts hiimself off, either for propriety's sake, or for lack of words.
Kinqueduran: "It...uh...looks nice..."
Iron Horse: "... you look it."
Jaom: ... holy *shit*! What in the world?! I'm...
Jaom: "... and Kin, darling? Blink."
Kinqueduran: "More than alright, I'd say..."
Jaom finds herself constantly wishing for a jewel of the proper size. When she isn't thinking of something specific, the longing pops up in her mind. And she notices that her fingers are running through fast-growing hair, plaiting the silky mass into a series of complicated braids.
Jaom: "Thanks.... oh, hell, what am I doing?"
In a matter of just a few minutes, Jaom's fingers have constructed a fair representation of a monarch butterfly from her hair. The lower braids have become a vast flower growing out of her head, on which the butterfly rests, wings extended.
Jaom: "... ooookay."
Jaom: "Right now, I'm as confused as you are... and man, I wish had that jewel..."
The Hearthstone does nothing at all to assuage the longing for a mundane crystal.
Kinqueduran: "Well, I'm sure -some- wealthy man would -gladly- buy something shiny for you...
Jaom: "I bet. Heh... man, what a piece of gear."
Jaom: "You're just trying to get close."
Jaom: "... eh, whatever. Try anything fresh and you get to swallow my elbow."
The armor is perfectly adjusted. How could it fail to be, having adjusted Jaom's body to fit it rather then the other way around?
Iron Horse: ... ah! uh... Jewelers? Here? No.
Iron Horse: But... yeah, I worked for a few, cities nearby... and if anything fails, there's Great Forks...
Jaom: "All the way back to Forks... well, at least my apartment's there. Hm."
Glory: "How and who do I have to thank?"
Jaom: "Think it's the armor. Definitely the armor."
The armor proves to be difficult to remove, with many ties appearing that were not there when Jaom put the armor on. Eventually, she is pretty sure she could take it off. But it would take a great deal of time and effort.
Jaom: "... ah, hell. I don't have all day to try. It can wait."
Jaom finds her fingers searching for pen and paper.
Glory: "I'll tell you why someday."
Jaom: "... dragons alive, this is weird."
In elegant calligraphy, Jaom begins writing in Old Realm.
Jaom: "I don't know what's up with this suit, but it's been giving me these crazy urges... I mean... look at my hair..."
Jaom: "I never let my hair grow this long, ever... and what did I just write?"
Writing: "I offer all who have awakened me gracious thanks and a thousand glorious years of applause to the woman who wears my spirit. I have waited long to rise again."
Iron Horse: "Um... 'I offer all who have awakened me gracious thanks and a thousand glorious years of applause to the woman who wears my spirit. I have waited long to rise again.'"
Jaom: ".... great. It's possessed after all."
Glory: "I'm not sure about possession, but it does seem to have its own will. And, incidentally, excellent taste."
Jaom: "Well, I'll grant it that, but... liked my hair short."
Writing: "I give my most humble apologies that I am unable to respond to anyone but myself until my Eye has been placed upon the brow of the woman who wears my soul."
Jaom: "And... what's this, now?"
Kinqueduran "You might have liked your hair short, but I think I agree with the armor."
There's a sharp rap at the door, announcing a food delivery! It's Chiaroscuran.
Iron Horse: "Huh, it's apologizing since it can't respond to anyone but itself until its 'eye' gets placed on your brow..."
Jaom: "Eye? And... did someone order---oh, to hell with it, I'll pay."
Glory: "It wasn't me. I detest Chiaroscuran cuisine."
Iron Horse: "um... not me either..."
Jaom: "... you must be a friend of Kin's."
Iron Horse: "... Anstice!"
Kinqueduran: "I wouldn't go so far as 'friend'. I think 'associate' is more appropriate."
Kinqueduran: "I doubt she'll appear anywhere that I am. She ... dislikes me, I think."
Anstice: "K! You missed me. Where's my hug?"
Kinqueduran: "I don't hug."
Anstice: "Sure, sure. Can I collect it from the harem instead?"
Kinqueduran: "Harem. Sure."
Anstice: "I figured with your tastes, the armor makes sense."
Kinqueduran: "...I don't think I'd call her part of a harem."
Kinqueduran "Admit it, though. Jaom's a hottie."
Anstice: "All fires are hotties."
Kinqueduran: "...I'm going to kick your ass. Later."
Iron Horse: "... hey, Anstice, how's Mendhari?"
Anstice: "Healed. Mostly. Sort of on house arrest. And marrying my clone."
Kinqueduran: "..marrying your clone?" He then glances at Glory, surprised. "...territory? Did I miss a memo?"
Iron Horse: "... come again?"
Jaom: "Cram it, both of you. No time for this."
Kinqueduran: "Knew which would happen?"
Anstice: "Nice to meet you, Jaom. I doubt the fine thing, given our recent luck, but we'll see." He takes her hand and shakes it, offering a kiss to the back of it and releasing it, figuring that should cover the foreseeable formalities. "More people getting entangled in the end of the world. And the arguing."
Anstice: "I'm not sure what we'd all do without arguing."
Anstice: "Anyway, I would appreciate it if you'd wait on your little domestic dispute, Direct. My own has somewhat more ramifications."
Writing: Should an ignorant savage who may be keeping company with you fail to know already who I am, my name is Esmerelda Val Siminova de Luthe and I was once hailed as the Princess of Golden Waves and Mistress of the Ruby Flights
Glory: "I don't particularly want a significant portion of our resources tied down to one of Heaven's leeches, no."
Anstice: "None taken, dear."
Jaom: "Look, this thing writes better than I do. Terrible, I tell you."
Anstice: "Glory? That's not your name, is it? More of a nom de guerre."
Glory: "It's more of a title, really."
Jaom: "... and you know, it's dawned on me. I can take this armor off, but that would take half a lifetime... but I bet the moment I do, I go back to the old me. Not that that's a bad thing..."
Glory: "As for the ritual, well.."
Kinqueduran: "I think that's all there is to say about the ritual. My eyes hurt."
Jaom: "Beh, I'll keep the damn armor on until I have to sleep or summat... eh?"
Anstice: "Well, it rather matters."
Kinqueduran: "So..until tonight?" Kin sticks out his tongue at Jaom, then chuckles.
Anstice: "According to someone who'd know, if you followed the instructions perfectly, It'd have opened the door to killing all the Yozis."
Anstice: "My vote is we have enough Malfeans already."
Anstice: "Hence my idle curiosity."
Kinqueduran: "Oh, come on. Who would know? And from that list, which of those do you think has interests even remotely compatible with ours?"
Jaom: "... want that jewel. Dammit."
Anstice: "Anyway, I'm assuming by a lack of blanching, things went well. Good for you guys."
Kinqueduran: "Fuck you."
Anstice: "Wait in line."
Kinqueduran: "...there's a line?"
Glory: "Kinqueduran's eyes may not agree with your assessment, Anstice."
Anstice: "Ohhhh, trust me. There's a line."
Jaom: "I'm not in it. Now can we just relax?"
Anstice: "His eyes seem fine from here."
Glory: "In any case, how difficult would it be to acquire your missing companion?"
Anstice: "Can you kill a directional wargod?"
Anstice: "Less than a month to kill Ahlat."
Glory: "Well, it's worth a shot."
Jaom: "... wait. Wait... kill a god. Of *war*."
Anstice: "It's unfortunate that we're not doing it, then. But that's about the difficulty level here."
Anstice: "Ahlat had a mirror image of myself made, and twisted to his preferences... big muscles, shaved head, big package in tiny thong."
Glory: "Suddenly the illustrations in that one tome make much more sense."
Anstice: "Said almost-me is currently engaged in negotiations to marry our missing Synodic, and she's hiding out in Yu-Shan for now."
Anstice: "I'm not sure WHY Ahlat wants to marry Mendhari off, but for now, I'm against sticking one of us in the public view like that."
Jaom: "... sounds like your life's been pretty terrible recently, An. I can call you An, right?"
Anstice: "Oh, it gets worse. Ahlat knows I know, considering he beat me over the head and imprisoned me in a monastery. Ignoring the fact I've got TWO Yozi-cults after me now. And just between us? Call me what you like that isn't too cutesy. Mendhari's twitchy enough, and lord knows what Cerilla thinks now."
Jaom: "An it is, then... now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to add to my journal."
Glory: "Need help with the armor?"
Anstice: "Now, Glory, why are you so interested in us, anyway? Beyond her. That's sorta obvious."
Glory: "My Prince has commanded that your Circle be reunited to defend Creation, and so it will be done."
Anstice: "Since when is your prince interested in defending creation?"
Anstice: "Aren't the true Malfeans somewhat, well, anathema to creation?"
Glory: "Do you serve Poseidon or Ouranos Thousand-Eyes?"
Anstice: "Depends on who you ask. and I would note that not only are the dark brothers not Malfeans, they're about stopping a Yozi, not defending creation."
Anstice: "See, that sounds more appropriate. Your prince is just cutting out the competition." He shrugs. "Anyway, how soon do you need her?"
Glory: "Sometime before or during Earth, preferably."
Anstice: "Mmm... I think that can be managed. Any other requests?
Glory: "Nothing immediately springs to mind."
Anstice: "More food. A shower. And some real underwear. I've had more than enough of this thong."
Glory: "Well, get to that and let me know if I can do anything for you."