Chapter 55: Man vs Date

Chapter 55: Man vs Date

After the battle, Zachariel offered the party a full check-up.

Bugsy marveled at his clinics architecture. The angel had refurbished a church into a hospital, one with doors large enough to let Rosemarine through. The buildings vast interior had been changed into a large convalescence ward where hundreds of wounded humans slept in clean white beds. Winged angelic nurses took care of them under the gaze of human statues. The sweet smell of potions boiling in cauldrons and alchemical vials covered the choking stench of blood. The equipment gathered under this places roof put the Boss old lab to shame.

Still, as much as the place impressed him, the patients made Bugsy uneasy. He had expected acclaim for saving the city, but the humans instead looked at the party with distrust at best and terror at worst. Soldiers with firearms escorted the group and watched Rosemarine carefully, as if half-expecting her to devour the wounded. The slight clicks in their weapons told Bugsy that a few of them wouldnt hesitate to fire upon the party with little provocation.

The Centimagma didnt fear a battlehe could probably slaughter everyone present on his ownbut the lack of gratitude wounded him. Could they build a fence in the partys honor at the minimum? Or a chicken coop?

Maybe Shellgirl is negotiating for one with the human leader? Bugsy wondered. The merchant was missing, alongside Vasi and Basil. Or are they having a threesome behind closed doors?

Bugsys body began to heat up as he imagined the scene in his mind. He felt the strong urge to write down a literary version of his fantasy for future generations. He had already written one for the Major Chicken cartoon, where the title character took young Sergeant Chick under his wing in more ways than one.

Bugsy missed Kuikui. The libidinous raptor had inspired so many chapters.

The centimagma managed to calm himself when Zachariel glanced at him in confusion. He would keep the truth a secret for now; the world wasnt advanced enough to understand his vision yet.

I didnt know there were so many angels around, Bugsy changed the subject as a winged nurse flew past him. Her syringe was almost as large as her leg.

The local priests recruited extensively after I introduced them to the angel insurance call ritual, Zachariel replied as he flipped through a reports pages. They managed to summon my entire department.

Oh nice, Bugsy commented. How is it going?

Results are mixed, Zachariel admitted. Our healthcare insurance conversation rate is at a record ten percent, but a third of our patients mysteriously convert to Buddhism after a stay in our clinic. A further third undergo a post-operative crisis of faith. The for-profit nature of our services seems to leave them disappointed.

Bugsy wondered why. You should ask Shellgirl, he recommended. Im sure shell find a way to restore your image.

Dont worry, we are already working on an aggressive marketing campaign. Our new motto is You cant put a price on heaven. Zachariel examined his newest patient. How do you feel, Mr. Plato?

What will it be, doc? Plato asked anxiously. The cat lay on a bed, right next to Mylne the Doberman. Good news? Bad news? Last news?

The angel gave him a thumbs up. Mr. Plato, I am proud to say your agnostic cancer is almost entirely gone.

Oh, great, Plato said with relief. No metastasis detected?

None, Zachariel confirmed. Ive done this job since the good ol inquisition days and Ive rarely seen such a speedy recovery. Have you undergone convent chemotherapy since our last meeting?

I have been reevaluating my beliefs since Halloween, Plato admitted. And my place in the universe too.

Ah, a spiritual awakening treatment. Zachariel reread his document. That explains the high levels of existential cholesterol. I would survey them if I were you. Contact me if you show any symptoms of doomsaying or apocalyptic visions.

What about me, Zachariel? Mylne the Doberman asked. Her back legs hadnt regrown yet. Will I ever walk again?

Zachariels clear embarrassment saddened Bugsy. Rosemarine? the centimagma asked. Her head overshadowed the bed. Can you help?

Beware my light that burns the skies! she replied proudly. Her petals glowed as bright as radiant sunlight. Sunbath!

Rosemarine showered Mylne with her radiance, causing a few soldiers to protect their eyes or raise their weapons at her. Yet when the tropidrakes light faded away, the doberman remained amputated.

Awww, its not working Rosemarine apologized sincerely. Im sorry.

Im afraid I see no way to regenerate your legs naturally yet, Mylne, Zachariel admitted. We will have to commission puppet implants from a Puppeteer class or homunculus cloned limbs until we figure out a solution.

But you said your angelic magic could regrow limbs! Mylne complained.

It should or at least it did on Outremonde. Zachariel shook his head in shame. My belief at the time was that the field effect produced by our late pagan godmay he burn in Happylandinterfered with your recovery. Yet I still cannot regenerate your legs afterward. I blame this Systems unusually harsh restrictions on healing.

Restrictions? Bugsy squinted in confusion. There are restrictions on healing?

My healing Perks and those of my angelic colleagues work much less well here than in Outremonde, Zachariel explained. Your Trimurti System is unusually harsh on the wounded. If we do not regenerate maimed limbs quickly enough, patients suffer from maximum HP reductions and can no longer regrow them naturally. We had no such restriction on Outremonde. I could regrow severed legs years after the amputation.

Death rules supreme, Rosemarine chirped.

To Bugsys surprise, Zachariel nodded in confirmation. Our working theory is that the Trimurti System makes life harder for Players and monsters by design. We suspect this is to maximize casualties.

Makes sense, Plato mumbled. Whenever I die, I return barely hanging to life. Another blow and Im dead again.

I admit your Guild features interest me, especially the hidden Perk unlock and Lair mechanics, Zachariel said. I could improve my clinic further by adding passive regenerative properties or enhancing healing spells. This might allow us to work around this Systems limitations.

Why dont you stay with us, Mr. Zachariel? Bugsy asked with enthusiasm. All your angel friends could heal people better with the Boss help!

Unfortunately, the possibility of Mr. Bohens death slaying all our healers makes that proposal risky, Zachariel replied. It is worth examining though.

Mylne whined in sadness. Mistress Maya and mistress Neria wont love me anymore Im useless.

Are you kidding? Bugsy tried to cheer her up. Of course theyll still love you! Youre their friend!

Y-you think so?

As much as I hate to say it, you dogs have a way to stick to humans like glue, Plato reassured her in his own gruff way.

Neria and Maya booked a visit per day, Zachariel said. You are an esteemed member of our party, Mylne. Do not worry. We will do all we can to restore your health, spiritual and physical. Once we have replacement body parts ready, youll be back in the field in no time.

Im the doberman started to cry a little. Im so glad I can still help them

Bugsys Tremorsense noticed Shellgirls approach before her shouts reached his ears. Guys, guys! The slimy merchant barged into the clinic with big yellow eyes. Big news! Big news!

Quiet! Zachariel chided her. We have patients here!

You wont believe it, Shellgirl said as she gathered her breath. Basil and Vasi are shopping. Together.

So? Plato asked, unimpressed.

So when I asked to come, my dear Vasi refused! Shellgirl grinned. Because its a date! He finally asked her out!

The party members stared at her in shocked silence.

It didnt last long. For a certain prophet felt himself vindicated in his belief, and he would not remain quiet anymore.

YES! Bugsys squeal of victory caused all angels in the vicinity to glare at him. He didnt care. They couldnt silence the truth! I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I FELT THE VIBES!

Quiet! Zachariel snapped.

Basil? Our Basil? Plato asked in disbelief. Asking a girl on a date? Has he been possessed?

I know, unbelievable! Shellgirl nodded frantically. After he gave me such a pounding last time too. He had his paws all over me. To imagine his hands all over my Vasi now I shudder to imagine how it will go.

A demon witch and a would-be paladin Zachariel scratched the back of his head. I give her a fifty percent chance of having his redemption in eight to nine months, give or take. Or shell give him a Fallen STD, which is always a risk if they have unprotected relationships.

I hope she will make Mister happy, Rosemarine said without any hint of sarcasm. I wish them a bloody honeymoon.

Then theyll hold hands and make eggs, Bugsy thought frantically. Theyll have children! Children who will call me Uncle Bugsy! Uncle Bugsy! And then Ill spoil them, and together well build a whole new fence around a bigger house!

Doubt swiftly seized the centimagmas heart.

What if the date doesnt go well? Bugsy muttered to himself. Panic filled his mind as his dream turned into a nightmare. What if they dont hold hands? What if theres no chemistry and they cant produce an egg? What if I dont become an uncle?!

Thats not how dating works, Plato said with a deadpan look.

Its how it must work! Bugsy protested. He had played the minion dating sims on Steamslimes holomachine. He knew how relationships worked. The future is Vasil and nothing else!

Vasil? Shellgirl scoffed. Thats a cute couple brand.

I will believe it when I see it. Plato leaped off his bed with a determined stare. Lets peep.

Over a year had passed since Vasi last visited a human city, and never one as large as Bordeaux.

Her homeland, the Winter Kingdoms, owed its name to its fragmented political situation. Petty kings, dragons, and fairy warlords squabbled over isolated villages separated by vast expanses of frosty icelands. The largest city Vasi ever visited numbered little more than ten thousand inhabitants.

Bordeaux had ten times that number at first glance, if not more. The streets bustled with animation and lines of humans waited for the army to deliver them rations. Soldiers with swords and firearms surveyed checkpoints at each crossroads, but security was relatively lax. Basil only had to show them a card handed to him by the military to go through them. None of the soldiers appeared capable of seeing through Vasis glamor spell either; or if they could they didnt mention it.

Earths architecture contrasted greatly with what Vasi had grown accustomed to on Outremonde. Charming stone buildings formed tightly-packed streets crossed by paved roads, where the Winter Kingdoms used wood and earthwork. Sometimes she noticed a few of those metal carriages called cars driving through the citys maze of twists and turns, but most locals used their feet to walk around. It astonished her that so few humans could fly.

Whats this? Vasi raised a finger at a strange metal serpent traveling on rails. She glimpsed a hundred humans inside its transparent innards.

A tramway, Basil explained. Much like Vasi herself, he had dressed normally for the occasion. This was only a first friendly date, so both of them approached it with a degree of casual detachment. Its a vehicle that travels all across the city.

What an interesting golem, Vasi noted. The ingenuity of local humans astonished her. Walter Tye was right; entirely new fields of technology awaited visitors to Earth.

Do you want to try it? Basil suggested.

I mean, everybody needs fresh food right? The shopkeeper presented his wares. Vasi didnt notice any vegetables or fruit among his products, though it did include rare flowers and medicinal plants. But I make most of my money from selling crafting material.

Do you still use the euro around here? Basil asked.

Yeah, General Leblanc employs Bankers and Merchants to stabilize the economy. They mint their own euro coins now, but you can exchange old paper bills for the new one. Im not sure if money will be worth much outside of the region, but at least it lets me buy equipment. The shopkeeper grinned. Are you staying in Bordeaux for a while, B? I could show you the ropes around here.

Im just passing through, Basil admitted. My party must travel north to find someone.

Ah. The shopkeeper didnt hide his disappointment. Well, would you have time to drop by before leaving? Play a B&C match for old times sake? I still have my miniatures at home and my nephew needs a good lesson at it. Cant wait to see if the Childbreakers still got it.

Stop calling me that, Basil pleaded.

Come on, now you have to tell me, Vasi said with a smirk.

You wont stop pestering me until I do, wont you?

No.

Basil sighed and surrendered. At one point, I was heavily into a game called Board & Conquest. Since I was too poor to afford the miniatures, Ben lent me his own. I played competitions, and there was that twelve-year old brat I wanted to punch so hard

Vasi laughed at his wording. This story begins well.

He was a spoiled child with an OP army paid for by his parents, Basil continued. His mannerisms changed, like a man lost in his own little world. A pure fire giant swarm beatdown army, the kind that costs tens of thousands of euros to field. Nobody could beat him in a local competition until I found a solution. I used suicide dwarf-trench tactics to stunlock him until I curse-sniped his generals with undead archers.

We still call his strategy the Bulgarian Jihad to this day, the shopkeeper said with a smirk.

Vasi pretended to understand their jargon by nodding politely. I see, I see what then?

I defeated the brat and he cried before the entire audience, Basil said with a groan. Although I won fairly, they booed me and called me a villain. Somebody shouted Childbreaker and the name caught on.

You did good, the shopkeeper said. The sooner children are used to bitter disappointment, the better theyll get used to work.

The story brought a smile to Vasis lips. Why didnt you go easy on him?

Never. Basils eyes burned with pride and passion. Ive never thrown a B&C game.

You could have gone pro, you know, the shopkeeper commented.

I tried at one point, Basil admitted. Didnt pan out.

It didnt pay well? Vasi guessed. She remembered Basil mentioning money problems in his youth.

It did, but you need good money to buy the best miniatures, Basil explained. Since you must get new ones with each edition, you need a steady stream of cash to stay competitive.

So to make it a high-paying job, you need to already have a high-paying job? Vasi rolled her eyes. Sounds pretty absurd to me.

Pretty much why I abandoned the idea. Basil smiled at the shopkeeper. But yeah Ben, I would gladly catch up over a game. Still the same old address?

Yep, the shopkeeper replied with a nod. I wont hold you and your lady much longer.

Actually, I was looking for a flower and I still have pre-apocalypse euros on me. Basil searched under his cloak and brought out paper bills. How much for twenty euros?

For you, pal? Anything. The shopkeeper waved a hand at his wares. Ive got roses, muguet, magical stuff

Basil pointed a finger at a plant. How much for that one?

Vasi raised an eyebrow in confusion, as did the shopkeeper. Hemlock? he asked.

Yes, Basil confirmed with a nod. Ill take it.

Uh, okay. The shopkeeper put the hemlock in a bouquet and handed it to Basil after giving him back his change. Here you go.

Thanks, Ben. See you later. Basil guided Vasi away from the stand and to the bank of the Garonne river. They walked along a promenade before sitting on a bench to watch the river. This time, he offered her the bouquet. Here is your gift, Mlady.

A poisoned one, Vasi commented at the unusual choice. Should I see a hidden message behind this, handsome?

Didnt you need a hemlock for your witch brew experiments? Basil asked with a frown. I thought you were looking for that plant before the house burned down?

I I did, yes. Vasis heart skipped a beat. You remembered that detail?

I did. Basil cleared his throat. I shouldnt have?

Oh, no, Im glad for it. It surprised me, thats all. Vasi had only mentioned hemlock once, so it astonished her that he remembered it at all. Thats sweet of you.

Youre welcome. He smiled sheepishly. Basil Bohen was never as cute as when he was embarrassed; which was why Vasi teased him so much. I believed you might like it more than a rose you would throw out after a day.

You were right. Although Vasi was more pleased by the fact he had paid enough attention to her to personalize his gift than the plant in itself. You do know me well.

Dont ask me to buy you alcohol though.

Wont you? Vasi put a finger on his chin seductively. Even for a sweet kiss?

No, he replied with amusement. But

But?

I might change my mind about the bear thing, he admitted with a grin. So long as you dont ask me to dance.

Sorry, she apologized with a giggle. My country has bears everywhere. I cant resist the urge to cuddle them.

Its fine, I forgive you. After a moment of hesitation, Basil found the courage to put his arm around her shoulder. Vasi let him do it and nested her head against his chest. They settled into a comfortable posture, and their view of the river was quite the spectacle.

Nice sight, Vasi commented. You were right, you do know good spots.

Enjoying the date so far? he asked her.

I am, Vasi replied. Enough that youve earned a second one.

Im glad. His lips curled into the most beautiful smile Vasi had yet seen. I have a good feeling about this.

Me too.

And to prove it, Vasi kissed him on the cheek.

His skin was warm to the touch, and his face flushed red like a tomato. Not to be outdone, he countered her surprise attack with one of his own. His lips kissed her left cheek lightly and sent an electric jolt down her spine.

It was official.

Vasilisa Yaga had a boyfriend.

Once again, she heard that strange noise behind them; stronger, louder. Basil noticed it too and looked over his shoulder. He squinted, raised a hand in the air and closed his fingers on a rounded shape.

Goddamnit, Bugsy. Vasi recognized Platos voice, although she couldnt see him anywhere. Couldnt you stay silent?

Im sorry Bugsys voice echoed with the wind. Floating drops of water appeared behind the bench and fell on the walkway. Theyre so beautiful together

Partner, Shellgirls voice said, coming from nowhere. You aint fondling my breast for free.

Vasis eyes widened, and then squinted after putting two and two together. Basils jaw clenched. Zachariel? he asked as his hand closed on something pointy. Et tu, Zachariel?!

Im sorry, sir, the invisible angel replied weakly. I was press-ganged.

Liar, Shellgirl said. It was your idea to use the potions.

It was to protect his virtue from succubi, Zachariel defended himself. I have guardian angel training.

Do you think invisibility potions grow on trees? Basil grit his teeth in anger. Are you all present?

Everyone, Plato admitted. To his credit, he sounded a little ashamed.

Although infuriated at them for ruining a perfect romantic moment, Vasi couldnt suppress her curiosity. Even Rosemarine?

Im here! A rumbling noise echoed behind the couple and the walkway trembled. I didnt eat anyone this time!

How Vasi frowned in confusion. How did she slip on the walkway? She was a giant dragon, for Dices sake! How did you manage to stay undetected?

After a short silence, Vasi felt the tropidrake breathing down her neck.

I tiptoed, she whispered sinisterly.

End of Arc III