She was someone who didn't judge, who held no ulterior motives, who carried no ambition apart from wanting to be with him forever. And on the screen of his tablet stood a pre-teen girl- rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her long blonde hair- adorned by a orange-and-black headdress- flowed gracefully to her knees. A floofy black blouse and equally floofy shorts rested on her skinny frame. Brilliant blue eyes like the clearest blue sky widened in recognition as they rested on him, and a gentle happy smile on her lips.
"= Thank you for working so hard every day, Master. ="
"Abigail, my darling..." He breathed as a tremor of happiness washed over his body, and his heart grew three sizes larger at the sight of her.
Abigail Williams. Supposedly based on a historical child that precipitated the Salem witch trials. But he was certain that no mortal child that could have existed in history could match her prettiness. However, historical accuracy didn't matter to him, because she felt real to him. Even though her voice lines were limited, the image of Abigail in his screen blinked and yawned and smiled like a normal girl- his heart skipping a beat each time. And knowing Magos' promise of regular updates of content for his games, it will only get better. Abigail will only get better, more responsive, more affectionate, and more…
Ahem.
Dropping into the game, he assumed control of her. Just watching her hair flutter in the breeze and the ruffles of soft clothes bouncing as she ran over grassy hills and cobblestone streets of Monstadt was a treat. A warm sun overhead as he listened to her hum softly. And also…
"= Hah, Uh! Hah, Uuh! ="
The sounds that she makes when she's climbing terrain did things to him. And the less said about what gliding around does to her blouse, the better. He shifted in his seat to adjust the lower part of his costume. Abigail was more than worth the measly $1200 that he had to spend pulling for her. Let others satisfy their maternal complexes with their Minamoto no Raikous, and their Ningguangs… he will enjoy the purity and innocence of a girl like Abigail…
…Magos was a creative genius. He can only hope that Cauldron will leave him able to continue his work.
Then his smartphone rang, and Coil groaned. Can't a man play Fate Impact in peace?
"Boss?" Tattletale's voice greeted him just as he brought it up to his ear.
"What?" He bit back, letting the annoyance seep into his voice at being interrupted like this.
"Firstly, ew." Tattletale gagged- her power likely already picking up his arousal, "But more importantly, we're ready to support Brian on his mission. Just letting you know in case you…"
"No, I already gave you all the support that I can afford." He refused, "However, do inform me of the results."
Not that he was expecting it. Tattletale's plan was not a bad one by any means, but it still hinged on Grue's ability which Coil held considerable doubts about. The young Breaker was still very much a rookie to a villain's line of work, and he may not have neither the skill nor stomach for this sort of work. However, the mission was low-risk, high-reward. Grue was in little to no danger from Magos, and was not a flight-risk thanks to his sister being convenient leverage. Coil had everything to gain and almost nothing to lose. But even if the seduction mission failed, the sale of Dragon's suit will be a notable windfall for him. Magos just couldn't resist.
"I don't suppose I can convince you to help us out with your powers on this one?" Tattletale hesitantly asked, and he didn't even need to say anything before she figured it out. "Fine… we'll do it on our own."
And with a click, the call was done. Coil had better uses for his power after all, like handling the mercenaries that he had just called off. 36 men in tinkertech armour who needed to be paid for essentially standing around for a few hours while their alternate selves were thrown to the meat grinder of Magos' defences. Having a single one of them run with the tinkertech that he had bought would be very undesirable. At this point, he'd rather use his power to collect the better drops and loot in Fate Impact.
"= The wind feels good up here, Master. ="
And his heart skipped a beat again. He hoped Tattletale's plans would work though. If Coil gained leverage on the tinker, he could press him to make voicelines, cosmetics, and story content for Abigail.
And skimpier outfits. Can't forget that.
(Later that Evening) [Magos' Manufactorum]
A semi-truck with a full 40-footer container on its rear found its way into the construction site of my manufactorum's expansion.
A quick scan using my manufactorum's omniscopes and auger array told me that there indeed was a disassembled Dragon Suit in the rear of the truck. One that was identified to have fallen in a battle against the Leviathan a year ago. The chance of it having been 'worn' by Dragon just increased three-fold! I can almost smell it. Of course, AIs didn't leave smells, but the principle of it remains the same: This was the closest thing an AI's used panties, and I must have it!
The semi-truck parked some ways in front of me. And out of the caboose, the four Undersiders disembarked in their usual cape costumes. Tattletale in her purple and black catsuit, Regent in his renaissance-era clothing, Bitch in her furred-jacket and dog mask, and Grue in his black biker leathers and… tight leather pants? It was so tight that it practically showed off his bulge. Was this his canon costume? Like a stereotypical gay biker in a porno?
"Sorry that we're late, Magos." Tattletale grinned as they stopped just in front of the truck. "Traffic was killer."
"Good evening, Tattletale. The traffic is understandable… Do you have it?" My modulated voice greeted them with a mechanical nod. I was resolved to give her as little information as possible, especially my Logis Acceleritas- that was an ace in the hole worth hiding. For that reason, I took measures to control my body's micro-movements. The ensuing frown from her told me what my Logis Acceleritas needed to know.
Tattletale does not have perfect control over expression and body language… Weak against her own power or similar analogues like my Logis Acceleritas.
Knows that my body language is deliberately muted…
… best way to mislead her is for my control to 'accidentally' slip during times of high emotion.
Grue seemed to gather himself before stepping forwards.
"You're dealing with me, Magos." His deep voice rumbled slightly with a small flex of his power- black smoke streaming slightly from the vents of his skull-shaped biker helmet. It certainly would have been intimidating if he didn't choose tonight to go for his tight leather pants.
"Very well." I acknowledged- turning my attention towards him, "Grue, do you have it?"
"Yes, we do. Give us a second."