https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rTD2RXhWHWE&list=PLWpYpml50qkrj5jdj_4QdzZ_9hmw1kJCD&index=10&ab_channel=TheNewtonBrothersYou soon find that your powers to replicate bowls of soup are somewhat limited, as after your five hundredth cloning, you find your body is unable to create any more. Which is all the same to you, you suppose, as it feels as if each replication takes just the tiniest bit out of you, and by the end of the week, you are well and truly exhausted. The hopefuls who come to the kitchen are more understanding than you would have expected when you told them that the kitchen was closed temporarily. They all just seemed so… <span class="mu-i">Grateful.</span>
However, you were not just idly handing out food to all who came, but you were also performing interrogations, after a fashion. As benignly as you could, of course, you wouldn’t want the kidnappers catching wind of your suspicions. Most of what you heard was unfortunately useless. Tons and tons of hearsay, unsubstantiated rumors and stories passed through a game a vox by a hundred different mouths, the story no longer even resembling what it originally was by the time it reached your ears.
However…
There was one.
One piece of info that was so solid that it made your body stiffen involuntarily in response when you heard it. A real lead. <span class="mu-i">Finally!</span> From several different sources, each one confirming the other, you heard about how the very same group that young Seth Orson saw kidnap his family and neighbors was seen again, this time heading into an old hab block a couple miles to the west by several scavs who were hidden in the sewer piping beneath them, gazing up at them from the grate. You have just received info on what could very well be the kidnappers base of operations!
Still, you need time. Time for your body to recuperate from the pain of making miracles, time to prepare, time to steel yourself. For you feel that a war is coming.
A <span class="mu-r">bloody</span> war.
On the third day of your rest, Marella came to visit you. It had been a while, maybe two weeks since you saw each other last, but when you open the gate and lay eyes on her, you can tell that your feelings for her haven’t faded a bit. And based on the blush on her cheeks and the glint in her eyes, it seems the feeling is mutual.
“Hoy there Kvar. Heard you’ve been a busy ‘lil bugger, ain’t ya? Just can’t stop yourself from doing good, aye? Heh… That’s what I lo- Er, l-like about ye.”
You don’t know why, but when she tripped over her words she blushed even harder. Strange… Still you have lots to discuss with her, and so you invite her inside. She plops down on one of the pews in the main hall, and pats the spot next to her. You settle in, and then begin talking in earnest.
