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βThey say that cats are angels with whiskers.β
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
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|| In the Name of Love || Nightcore ||
Between the three of them, getting out was an easy task. They returned with little to no incident, but the Watchman was bleeding badly and needed first aid. Aside from that, he knew the Blue Lotus's identity and therefore, could easily puzzle together who Tiger Lily was. Even so, the kitten needed to apply first aid. She remembered Cookie's lessons on what to do if her Master was ever injured and applied pressure, wondering if it would be more appropriate to take Alistair to the hospital. "Watchman needs a Doctor," Clover said, indicating to the puddle of crimson that flowed freely out from underneath him. Her hands shook, she was covered in Alistair's blood. "No!" He coughed, shaking his head, "I'll be... fine," he pulled the spear out, but Clover had a feeling he shouldn't have done that. "Master, Watchman should go to the hospital." Clover insisted.
Whether or not Alistair ended up going to the hospital was a story for another time. Clover unwillingly took another bath, forced to sit through a scrub down to get the blood off and then curled up in her bathrobe, falling asleep on the end of the bed. The fake pillows seemed to have worked since they were undisturbed and in the morning, when it was time for school, Clover was exhausted an sore. She donned her maid costume and waved until Erika was out of sight, like she always did, before heading to breakfast. Shortly thereafter, Manfred came to see her. "Please Clover, come with me. Fiyero, you'll be assisting my beautiful wife today." An easy way to separate them and since Fiyero didn't have any suspicions against Manfred, he believed that perhaps he was just going to give Clover some lessons on book dusting or something boring.
Clover followed him eagerly, the door to his office locking. "Since you and your Master held up your end of the bargain, it's only fair if I hold up mine." Manfred pulled a book out of the case, the entire bookcase sliding over to reveal a hidden door. Clover's ears perked up as she had seen this in one of Fiyero's soaps before. "Where is Clover going?" She asked, her tail swishing in anticipation. "Clover is going on an adventure, but mustn't tell anyone." He winked, directing her into the tunnel. The bookcase closed behind him, lights flashing on in preparation for whatever was down there. Clover followed him to what appeared to be an alchemy suite, the kitten recognizing it from her day's with her Mage before he was slaughtered by the CCC.
"Come here Clover, don't play with that, it's fragile." Clover put down the spy glass and bound over, wondering what they were doing. "Lay right here," he pat the table and Clover jumped up, laying down. "Now, drink this," he tilted her head up ever so slightly, a slimy green brew sliding down her throat. The kitten felt no different; scratch that, she felt sleepy and dizzy, her head hitting the table as she drifted off into sleepy kitty land. Manfred pilled on his gloves and lifted a mask over his face, preparing to give a magicless, mana-less, cat the gift of magic. How was he going to do it? Why, using the power of alchemy of course! It was better to have over eager kittens asleep because animals tended to start easily, even humanoid ones.
First, he made a small incision in the chest cavity right above the heart, then poured in a floral smelling orange liquid. Afterwards, Manfred opened a container, using a pair of tweezers to pull out a decent sized blue jewel. He placed it into the incision, what was known in the magical world as a mana-stone and sewed the wound shut, packing it tightly and then wrapping Clover's entire chest. By embedding the stone into one's body, the hope was that it would absorb mana from the air naturally, allowing the user to wield it. Of course, this was entirely theoretical and experimental, so Manfred had no proof that it would work. In truth, he had no idea how to give a magicless human the gift of power and if he had, he certainly would have used it on his daughter and not some over eager cat servant.