Persona Au Gratin

[Pharlen]

"Mom's still pretty peeved," Jackie murmured as she poked through the governor's office with her younger brother. They were carefully skimming up any evidence that failed to paint their mom or the Heroes of RhyDin's Marketplace as Heroes.

"You think she's peeved," Desdenova replied, "How can you tell if a goop wrapped lump is peeved?"

"I would be peeved."

"There is no peeve in the goop. I have been in the goop. It is a state of suspended peeve," Desdenova assured his sister, serene.

"Well, I am peeved," Jackie snapped, passing a few papers to Desdenova. He made them crumble to dust and then collected the dust into a cup. It'd make good fertilizer.

"Me, too. Ooh. Here we go. Official..." Desdenova picked up a document. Official from the Governor's Desk. Jackie grinned.

"No threats, no promises, nothing to kick back, just pure delicious poison..." she crooned.

Thus, the release came from the Governor's Office:

'Harris D'Artainian, so call self-proclaimed demi-god, and those under his control, employment, or power, are revoked of the rights and privileges of the citizens of RhyDin. The spirits, people, deities, and identities of the realm are hereby empowered to treat Harris and entourage as aliens without agency.'

"Sounds tame," Desdenova frowned faintly, "Shouldn't there be some Churchill style bombasting? Mom can throw an oration with the best of them."

"Newp. Tame, boring, and it gives specifically a lot of weird and primitive beings who have been forced to endure everything that has become RhyDin for generations agency to finally put some hurt onto one of the people it's been forced to endure," Jackie explained serenely.

"Ohh. But it's only RhyDin...?"

"Those duels always are a problem. They cut a lot of loopholes. There's a lot of fae in the workings, too, there's bleed from three fae courts that we know of here, after all. So. Mom warned him three times, he ignored it thrice, and now she can just say 'okay, everything that's pissed at him, we will not protect him from his own evil anymore, have fun'. But, there has to be the doorways left in place, or it all gets done again," Jackie explained, shuddering.

"Now my head hurts. Office is clean. I'll let Tommy out of stasis. Then let's go get some ice cream." Desdenova nodded.

Ten minutes later, Pharlen's long suffering assistant shook himself, wondering what the hell happened, and then released the document on the desk along with the news he had intended to send out.

'Beloved Governor Pharlen VonTomb found badly injured after an explosion at the HomeSafe Women's Shelter, though expected to survive, her condition remains critical. All repairs and work are to continue unimpeded, all first responders are relieved of any rent, utilities or other payments while they work....'




(Sorry took so long! Remember, be a good spirit of vengeance: always ask Harris before killing him. :3)