>>5274909>>5274877>>5274863>>5274858>>5274928>>5274941>Let her know there’s a monster girl in your presence. A very attractive one. And many skeletal ladies coming as well.>Mentally ponder why the only monsters in this place are female only.>Cut yourself on your flamberge and pour some blood in her mouth“Oy. Ava.” You shake her. “There’s a.. ‘monster girl’ in your presence, you know. A very attractive one. And a whole horde of skeleton ladies on the way as well. You’ll miss them if you don’t wake up.”
You ignore the undead’s gawping. You did, once, find it curious that so many monsters are born women rather than men–males are not unheard of, but they’re few and far between. But there was an actual reason.. the knock-on effect of some centuries-old curse, the handiwork of a long dead vampire queen.. you don’t recall the specifics. But you do know it’s led to a number of heretical monster-man romance books that the church tends to burn en masse.
In response, she turns over in your arms, drooling all over your fine coat. “Just.. five more minutes, papa..”
You roll your eyes–what, a nice dream? Bah, is she even still hurt? You decide to hasten the process yourself. You remove your glove with your teeth and run the back of your hand along the edge of your flamberge. A shallow streak of red opens up along your skin. You hold the cut above the dhampir’s mouth and allow the ichor to flow down to her lips.
Ava’s eyes flutter open in shock the instant your blood seeps past her fangs. She begins to hack and retch, kicking her feet and thrashing her way out of your grip, tumbling down into the cold water below. You take a step back as she gags out red in a dramatic outburst of disgust. Your party’s march drags to a halt.
“..Is my blood really that foul?” You ask, a bit offended.
“All human blood tastes foul.” She spits, wiping a sleeve over her mouth. “Like sewer swill..”
As she recovers from your “foul blood” with Noelle’s aid, you let Ava in on the goings-ons of your party since she was shot–of how you fell into the COUP DE GRACE from the CORPUS DELICTI, your encounter at the IMPERFECT SHRINE with the CRACKED DOLL, and your revival of NOELLE with WITCH’S ORGANS. She half-listens, still clearly a bit dazed and confused.
“It couldn’t have gone much worse than that.” The lady shakily stands with the doll’s aid. “I can scold you for your stupidity once we’ve found a shrine to rest at. Really–stopping at an imperfect shrine, sewing in random organs so haphazardly..”
“And what else were we to do?” You begin to challenge her, but she continues.
“I’m glad that Noelle’s alright, though. And.. you, Alphonse, and Emilia..” She adds under her breath.
“..Hmmm.” You raise a brow.
>Ask of your progress through the CATACOMBS. You’re surely near the end, aren’t you?>Inform her of her brief undead substitute.>Ask if her dream was pleasant.>Write-In. 