>>5200782>>5200606>>5200602>>5200595>>5200592>>5200575>>5200567>Demand to know what she means by “what she is now.”>Ask what the purpose of these organs is.“What do you mean by what you are <span class="mu-i">now</span>?” You maintain your steely glare. “You’re human, are you not?”
“My apologies. It was not my intention to fool you, but father thought this best.” The handmaiden frowns. Noelle gently removes a thin satin glove along her fingertips; beneath, smooth mechanical ball joints lie at articulation points along her fingers. She curls the mechanical fingers–they move with human grace.
“A doll, then. I thought she might be as such.” A sudden voice speaks from behind you. The dhampir curls up along past your coat, her rapier in the air along her shoulder. “They’re mechanical facsimiles of humans–half strung marionettes, halfway between life and death.. Poor, pitiful thing.”
“The purpose of these organs, then?” You glare.
“I can answer that.” The dhampir speaks up. “Human organs can be sewn into a doll to grant them new affinities, talents.. memories. I’d hazard that the guts of many corpses before her are sewn into that porcelain body–their skill is what allows her to explore this block alone. A rather ugly practice.”
>Demand that she return to her father.>Let her be. She can continue to accompany you so long as she keeps that practice to herself.>Demand to know what the true purpose of her accompaniment here with you was.>Write-In. 