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I answer honestly that after tomorrow, The Master will lose all interest in her, and as long as she doesn't threaten Paris, can do whatever. |
We relax. Again I ask what she'd like to do. She looks me in the eye and asks what The Master has planned for her. This could be awkward. |
We've been wandering around for several hours and she's looking a bit glassy eyed. I find us a quiet little bistro and order us some wine. |
She eats two pieces and then says that's enough. I am in the presence of a person with an iron will. She does tuck the rest into her pocket. |
I hesitate to give her anymore to drink. I know what she needs, and on a side street, I find it. As I thought, she's never had chocolate. |
Whatever the Geisters are doing, she doesn't have to go back, if she doesn't want to. She considers this. Oh great. Now she's crying again. |
It turns out that she has been trapped in Paris for at least six years. There hasn't been a lot of news about them. Which is quite normal. |
She seems calmer. We leave and stroll along the river. I ask her what she'll do if I free her. She asks if there are still other Giesters. |
She bows her head and seems to pray. Don't go in for it, m'self. Once a Hero believes he has a higher power on his side, he gets sloppy. |
It's the smell that affects her first. It's like being in a limestone cave. Do Giesters live in caves? It would explain a lot about them. |
We start by going out at twilight. No one pays us any attention. She seems like a spiritual person (that shrine) I take her to Notre Dame. |
She is wary, but interested. I imagine she's curious about the place she's caught glimpses of, but could never really experience. Let's go. |
Oslaka wakes up from her nap looking refreshed. She sees me and doesn't recoil. Acceptance. I tell her that I will show her around the city. |
At the very least, I think the girl should be able to enjoy her last few hours on Earth. The Master shrugs and releases her to my care. Oh. |
The Master is not known for warmth or human empathy. However, I Othar Tryggvassen, occasionally am. When I'm not crushing evil, that is. |
This poor girl was living a life of fear and concealment for years. Surely she deserves a second chance. The Master says I should shoot her. |
He is. I ask what he plans to do with the girl. He shrugs Gallicly. Who cares? in less then a day, she'll be dead again. That seems wrong. |
I think I can report back to The Master that this is an isolated incident, and not the tip of a Geisterdammen invasion. He should be happy. |
Lord knows how she got into the city undetected. If it was long enough ago, The Master might not have been aware that Geisters were trouble. |
It's all been here for quite awhile. I think we're dealing with a single Geister, cut off from the rest of her tribe, hiding out in Paris. |
