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With Stella –

I suppose I need to figure that out, Oscar says, as he/she lifts the covers of the bed and looks down. In my previous life, as a book, I sort of forgot how that mattered. I sort of forgot many, many things I guess. I wish I could remember more, about my life before I was a book, but I can’t.

When Stella hugs Oscar, she/he closes their eyes and smiles, enjoying the warmth and the press of Stella’s cheek against their own. When Stella moves away, at last, the warm feeling remains.

Something tells me that I should be called Corrine, or Krystal, but if you prefer Oscar I suppose that would be fine. Wait, you know what, just call me Deauxme, “Doo-Moi” I think that should be best.

Nor could I Oscar says as she rolls over onto her back, a slight expression of fatigue or perhaps pain crosser her face. I think I'll rest today. I don't know if your magic is making a difference, but I do feel better. I'll try to gather as much information as I can by just wandering around and keeping my ears open. But you have to promise me that you will not go anywhere too dangerous without telling me first, alright.

The Well Diggers Road, where it ends at West Low Street and Bing’s Bells and Whistles

Oh no! Oscar comes to a stop suddenly when Stella mentions casually that she might not understand the people of this town We forgot to ask what languages these people speak. Look there’s a few people standing right over there, maybe we should approach them first, before we march into a public place and discover that we can’t even order a glass of wine.

The first one is my favorite

I need to review the Construct and Living Construct rules.

I never liked being stuck in that damn book anyway

The others, hearing that there is safety in the basement, follow Stella back through the secret door and down the stairs.

Oscar looks to Stella with a pleading, fearful look, and places a finger to lips, as if to say, don't mention the transformation, just yet.

I'll go first, just keep that light on above me, Oscar says as she takes a tight grip on the club she has been carrying.

Stepping out onto the landing at the top of the stairs, she turns back toward Stella and smiles, takes a deep breath, and then takes the first step of the stairs. Her foot steep is quiet, and the carpet is thick and soft.

Oscar slides a step next to Stella, and reaches for her hand while pressing the smooth cool surface of the doll’s cheek against Stella’s hip.

I’m not feeling, right, Oscar says , and then the doll turns to look up at Stella and tries to say as quietly as possibleSomething is making my skin feel as though it is on fire, and well other things.

I feel strange, Oscar whispers to Stella, Excited and afraid, but at the same time as if something here is compelling me to go on, while something far away is warning me to stay away.

My name is Krystal, Krystal Deauxme, and I am a living construct. Once I was a real person, a halfling, and I was a friend of It’Dupree, the It’Dupree. Somehow my spirit was trapped in a book, and through the efforts of these women, Stella and Asbques, I was freed from that bond and my spirit took residence in this body, which I am finding I like a great deal more than my previous one.

As Krystal talks, one of the students, a short girl with curled brown hair and green eyes, stares at her intently, when Krystal notices the girl’s stare, she returns the look, and even winks. The young girl blushes, and turns away

I do not know exactly what we are going to find, but somehow I think my existence is connected to something that we will find in this principal’s home and when we have found it we may know how to find It’Dupree and enlist her aid in freeing the city from this curse.

Oscar steps forward, and smiles I saw the gates by climbing this statue, follow me.

Look, right over there, Oscar says, and runs up to Manny, she points to the west, and tosses her head to fling the hair out of her eyes There is a house right down that street with a gate that is flanked by two ridiculous statues, but as gaudy as they are, they are pretty tall, I’d say at least twenty feet, and they shouldn’t be too hard to climb.

I don’t remember much about the city at all, it’s been so long. Were there any instructions given to you, before I came along?

This is a beautiful place. In other times, in other situations, I’d have spent a lot of time in a place like… suddenly Oscar stops talking and her eyes go out of focus. She lowers her head and says, quietly, I remember

Then she seems to snap out of it, and turns to Asbques to say, Should you tell him where we are trying to get to and ask for his help?

mumbling to herself
maybe a 'girl' isn't what you need

Oscar runs to Asbques and leans her head against the girls hip, placing one hand softly on Asbques’ arm, Oscar takes a deep breath and sighs,

I’m glad you are safe. I didn’t, couldn’t stand to see what that thing was trying to do to you. It was awful.

When Stella inquires about Oscar’s wounds, Oscar smiles and says, I’d take a thousand and a thousand more wounds just like these if it could put me in the path of any harm meant for the two of you. Thank you, I think I’ll be alright if we can rest a moment.

Just then Oscar notices the body of the Lucinda hanging on the wall.
Oh, dear, dear, Gods and Angels from the bright planes, that poor man, look what they’ve done to him. It’s just horrible, no one should suffer that kind of indignity.

Even though there are others lying dead in the street, some mutilated, lying in pools of blood and things best left unmentioned. It is Lucinda that seems to have been subjected to the worst, and wait!

What did Oscar just say?

You all look to the woman you know as Mistress Lucinda, it is definitely her, her face, cut, and her head crushed, but there is no mistaking that it is her, but she has been stripped of clothing, and her genitals mutilated and it is clear that this person that you knew as a woman, was in some way not what she presented herself as. Mistress Lucinda was in the physical aspect a male.

Stay away from her you bastards! Oscar screams as she charges the lecherous Goblin and tries to bash it with the leg of the table that Aureth had given her.

Melee Bash: 1d20 ⇒ 8

Her swing comes down too early, and the Goblin gets passed her

I don’t know what it is, but I feel safer when I am close to you or your sister

Corrine puts a small hand to her eyes, and and says out loud, to know one in particular, I'm sorry I don't know why I spoke that way before. It's none of my business. Please forgive me.

The doll approaches Aureth, but does not come too close. You must be Aureth, the doll says with a smile, I’m pleased to meet you. You can call me Os-. No, please call me Corrine, yes, for now please call me Corrine. The doll looks Aureth up and down, in a most obvious and telling way and then turns around to address Stella

I have faint memories, they are unorganized, unclear, as if they are not mine at all, or maybe as if I have been without a body for so long that I have forgotten what a memory even is supposed to feel like, but they are there. What I was, I cannot be sure really at all, but I think I know what I was, and why I am this. When we have time, with your permission, I would like to examine my body in greater detail. I feel, I feel, empty in the middle of this body and I don’t know why. But I feel strong. If the three of you will each take a rope and pull, I will push frokm behind. And this way we can take the precious books to the top of these stairs.

All the while that Corrine is talking to Stella “she” keeps moving closer and closer to the young woman. When she is only inches from Stella, she turns her head upward, smiles while she talks, and stares into Stella’s eyes. She finally finishes explain her intentions, and then she tips her head to the side and says

You are very beautiful. Do you have a boyfriend?

You people aren’t seriously thinking of dragging that, that thing, up these stairs, are you?

What? the doll says, and then, and only then, does it begin to dawn on the doll that it is sitting in a casket.

With slow movements the Doll raises its hands to lightly touch the stone sides of the sarcophagus. When the hands met the cold stone, they flinch away, and then the doll pulls its hand in front of its face, turning them over and over.

The head suddenly tips forward, and the silky white hair spills across the dolls face.

What am I, where am I? This can’t be happening to me. Wait, who am I. No, wait. I remember.

The doll climbs out of the tomb, and walks slowly toward Stella. It holds out its right hand and says.

I remember your voice. I, I was without a body for so very long that I almost forgot I ever had one. I am, I was, Oscar, in life, but then I was something else. And now…

For the first time the doll looks down upon its own form

What has she done? What has she done to me? How did she know my deepest desire was, was to be…no, I can’t think right now. Let me have a moment. Go, lead the way, I will follow the two of you. I don’t know what I am, yet, but something compels me to obey you. If you say we must go quickly, then let us be quick, and when there is time. I must ask you both questions. For now, I am yours, as I was once only hers.

Where am I? Who are you

The Doll appears more lifelike than it had before, but is still obviously a constructed thing. The face is more smooth, and some of the cracks in the paint have been magically repaired