Dr. Nectar is again really disappointed with me. I’ve risked my live needlessly. No, dear, you’re wrong this time. I didn’t even cross the Veil and all Shades were next to me the whole time. Tired – yes, risked my live – not this time. I still get “a look” and the Holy Maidens, who are standing to the side feeding their Mana to the Doctor, express their total solidarity with her. I know, I know, without women we, men, would just think we’re perfect and would probably fly off on our over-inflated ego. We should be grateful that someone’s looking after us. Trust me Kate, I am very grateful to you. So grateful that I’m willing to tolerate your “wife-ing” of me.

In a few moments I’m rested enough to walk over to Mr Slime still standing to the side, looking at the scene he probably hoped not to see ever again. I don’t want to talk to him but I need to learn what happened. I lock eyes with him and start walking in his direction. I guess a glare of a Necromancer isn’t easy, because all of a sudden he tries to run away. Sorry, we’ve gone over this before. I have total control over your body when I need to, Mr. Slime, so here you are, walking back to me, standing still and now there are five nice Smiling Drows standing around you. Well, I didn’t want you to run, you tried to disobey, now you’ll stand really still – just like I need you to. I don’t want to read you mind remotely – when my hand is on your head I spend almost no Mana getting information out of you.

25 Clothing Sets Part6

So, what’s in your head, Mr. Slime… OK, came out of the Veil two days ago, shocking all of the assembled Science and Management people. A former permanently-barking Jackal walked up to his former colleagues and asked how can he go around getting 25 sets of clothing. When asked how did he survive a trip through the deadly veil, he just muttered something and yelled back as he’d handle any interactions with the co-workers then stopped himself and said that he owes “those on the other side” 25 sets of clothing for getting him across. The science people started asking for details on the other-worlders when a Big Boss cut in, claiming that Mr. Slime (whatever his name is) has survived a shocking ordeal and needs to be put under observation. It didn’t help when he started muttering about scary smiling Drows who would come to him if he doesn’t come up with 25 sets of clothing. He was semi-willingly led to an insulation chamber in a medical facility. Next day he stood up before a rather big panel with some members that he identified as the Bosses of the highest level, including those who Oversee Compliance to the Will of the Great World Masters and Endowers. They weren’t impressed with his story about us being basically harmless and nice and not going to attack their World through the Veil. Their view is firm – the entire dimension beyond the Veil is EVIL and everything that comes from it is EVIL and it can’t be allowed to spread or even speak to the Good People of their World. The science types trying to learn about us were shouted down. Anyone wishing to halt the plans to destroy our World were shouted down. It didn’t help that now he was very polite instead of his usual horrible self. It didn’t help that he spoke about invisible smiling Drows. He was led back to his isolation chamber.

Next morning he was taken to the Hangar that was completely restored by then and told that he is allowed to tell his entire story to the schoolkids on a field trip from a nearby elite school. Suddenly the hangar doors shut behind them and the room begins to fill with some Yellow Gas. He sees everybody around him panicking, coughing and falling and he gets a strange idea – since I’ve boasted complete control over him, I must be able to save him. He actually screamed out, visualizing me, not understanding that he was actually the only person in that room who would've been unaffected by the Gas. He’s already dead – if the Gas doesn’t dissolve his body, he can hold his breath forever.