Joe
"A little to the left... Liiittle more... Left... Left! Left! Agh-! I said LEFT you stupid bitch!" 

"Ugghhh... My left... Or YOUR left!? Dumbass!"

"W-Wha-!? Agh-! LEFT IS LEFT, IT'S THE SAME LEFT!"

"D- Do you know how directions work!? They change in relation to yourself, and others! Directions!"

"I was facing the same way you were! It's the same left!"

"Yeah, keyword... WAS! You MOVED! You stupid bitch, I can't tell if you know you messed up or if you're actually a dumbass."

"Screw you! You just can't hear, you dumb deaf bitch!"

"First the whole fruit fiasco and now this shit..."

"DON'T EVEN! I'm tired of hearing about the fucking fruit fiasco, so DON'T EVEN!"

"Well YOU'RE getting ODD with ME! So I gotta get even!"

"H-Huh!?" 

*We join a pair of troublesome Trixies in the throes of another long, protracted argument, both of whom were insistent that the other was to blame for messing up the decorum of their new hideout. One Trick'o'Light shouted from a stool, and held aloft a crudely crafted but pretty portrait of their new ghoulish gang. The other was indignant, stomping her pretty little feet and giving some surprisingly precise directions about what her "Friend" Should shove up their- oh my, that would be obscene...* 

"Ugghhh... Are they really at it again?" *She yawned, rubbing her eyes and groggily swaying from side to side, touching down next to another Trick'o'Light who was leaning back in their seat all cozy like. Sipping something spicy, with a sly smirk aimed squarely toward their sleepier compatriot. She much unlike anyone else, was enjoying very much enjoying the show.* "...What's it over this time, then?"

"HAH! Neither one of em know nothin, I tell yah! Can't tell their left from right, either of em! Couldn't even start on the trophies, heh... Didn't finish framing that thing either, neither of em!" *She snickered and smirked, happily kicking her feet at the tune of their couple's quarrel.* "Itza comedy! Greatest this slice of nothin's got!"

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*The two of them were so engrossed in their shouting match that neither of them realized they were being watched, and that the whole gang was rallying in the room. Only a few of Trixies were missing, the three of them shafted with lookout duty and the other two looking after their most recent "Trophy".*

"...Shouldn't we... Do somethin? They'll go on like this for another hour or two at least, and I'm not in the mood to listen to all... That..."

"Maybe, maybe not~! I might be in the mood to listen to allllll that~!"

"You'd think they woulda killed themselves by now, I can't tell if they love or despise one another. Honestly."

"Hey! Both of you are bitches, just kiss already and get back to doing whatever it is you bitches do!" *She shouted over the shouting match, which caught quarrelling couple's attention. Both of whom snapped at the gawking crowd, whisked whatever they could off the ground and chucked it at the interloper. Prompting the gawking gang to disperse in a panic, as bits and pieces went flying back and forth.* 

"Who're you calling bitches, bitch!?" *The both of them cried in unison, throwing mighty mean looking acorns...*

*Their feud, and now this fumbling fight of theirs, made quite the commotion in an otherwise inconspicuous hideout, nestled alongside the roots of the world. Nefary's Nook was a fledgling gang of troublesome Trixies, who'd only recently formed around last year's Hallownach. After which they took their spoilers and sought to carve a niche here in this nefarious nook of theirs, in anticipation of ambushing travelers to plunder and pillage their possessions. Their egregious efforts were fruitful, seeing as they already scored big... Though in doing so, they might've taken on more than they could chew.* 

"So what're we doin' about the girl!?"
Margaret
Moving through the roots of Yggrdrasil in very close proximity was the divine presence of the Hive-Goddess Savarii. Her form was weak, hard to perceive or even identify. She was being careful not only with her now very limited life force, but also to keep herself hidden from any of her siblings, either those that may seek revenge or anybody who may let slip to Triticea she was violating their agreement. A cloud of large hornets was moving through the roots, using grooves and bumps in the wood to keep themselves both hidden and safe from too much exposure to the void. 

This divine form of Savarii's was quite weak, aiming to scout the realms and roots for any potential mortals to convert to followers, take for her own plans or manipulate into doing her bidding while she was still forced to recover. While this cloud of wasps had travelled through a few of the eastern realms where Savarii was currently being held and watched from afar, they now made their way towards the portion of the roots where the trixies were making their secret hideout. 

Picking apart the sound of voices coming from nearby, Savarii turned her attention to the source. Hundreds of eyes and antennae were now searching for the trixies. The Trick-O-Lites would likely soon hear the buzzing of many wings as the hornets started to land on the branches nearby, clicking their pincers hungrily and turning their attention to the piece of the arguing nearby. The hive-goddess hissed as she looked around to try to catch a glimpse of the nearby trixies. Savarii's excitement was mounting, thinking what sort of mortal shells these voices may come from. *What sort of ripe, fascinating creatures and souls were waiting here just for little old her~*

The first hornet that made up Savarii's current form laid their eyes on a sign of a trixie nearby, informing the other hornets from the "Hivemind". In reality, it was all Savarii, just one entity possessing many insects.

However, instead of a form that was held together by flesh, blood and guts and organized itself through hormones and nerves, this swarm was communicating through pheromones and Savarii's single, unified will and mind. As such, once one hornet had taken notice of a nearby trixie, so did all the rest, who quickly swarmed the branches with a loud. 

The many hornets that made up Savarii all let out a collective, displeased chatter as they started to climb up the branches, surrounding the sound of all the trixies. These creatures were... *Smaller* Than was ideal for her current plans.
Joe
"Like, seriously! What're we doing about her!?"

"Heh, whaaat aboouuut her~?"

"I- I don't know! That's why I asked, we keeping her around for a laugh or what? She's big people, and big people have big appetites! So she'll be chewing through our goodies in no time, sooo?"

"So? We'll have our laugh and send her on her merry way! She'll spread the word about us, and they'll tell all kinds of spooky scary stories about the ghoulish girls in Nefary's Nook!"

"That's all well and good but, she's seen our hideout... She's IN our hideout, right now! Shall she spread the word on where we're hiding too? Get a buncha big fucking big people with pitchforks and torches?" 

"Ugghhh... You're such a fuckin' Squeaker!" 

"H-Hey now! W-What... What if we, scare her? We could p-pretend to s-sacrifice her! Wouldn't that be s-so.. So very, very funny!? We could paint a big red b-b-bloody circle, a-and chu- chuck her in its eye! Eehehehehehee~!"

"Mmm... Thas not a bad idea, oh and yes, it'd be very, very funny! Might dissuade any snitching too!" 

"Eheheehehehehee... Fuck yeah!"

"Ohhh girls~! You're all just, so awful- I love it!"

"...Hey, I... I hate to interrupt, whatever this is.. But... Can't you hear that racket?" *Though the Trixies were slow to recognize Savarii's presence, it didn't take long for them to rally toward the source of an unfamiliar commotion. Most of them disappeared under a veil of invisibility, fanning out to cover as much ground as they could in hopes of ambushing whatever was making so much noise. The others approached out in the open, though with bright beaming balls of light at the ready. In spite of their small stature and what felt like constant infighting, Nefary's Nook was a cohesive, chaotic company of spiteful corsairs...*
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*Savarii of course could see right through their invisibility, and as such she could appreciate the full breadth of their tricky tactics. Though spread apart, each of them were within eyeshot of another, and they surveyed Savarii's presence with an aerial advantage. They took positions where they'd be hard to hit or spot, even without their invisibility, and were prime for a nasty offensive against any ordinary mortal. The unconcealed Trixies approached with caution, and were covered by their concealed compatriots. Savarii could only guess at their purpose, but judging by their behavior thus far they might've packed a nasty surprise.*

*Such an observation was unnecessary though, the Trixies had openly discussed how they'd taken previously a mortal captive... Indeed, their effectiveness was plain in view.*

"Hey! What the fuck are you?" *Ah, the first of several Trick'o'Lights to confront Savarii's surveilance.* 

"Mmm... They look tasty! I wouldn't mind a bite~! Om nom nom nom nom!" *Another Trick'o'Light gnashed their teeth together in front of a locust, taunting it.*

"Cut it out dumbass! Weren't you supposed to handle the right?"

"Y- You said!!!!"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP, WE'RE NOT HAVING THIS CONVERSATION!" *Cried the first of several Trick'o'Lights, coming in between the bickering bitches in what would doubtlessly be another longwinded arguement.* "La La La La La! That's all, that's it, NEITHER of you can HEAR the other, crystal? We're crystal! Final, done, settled! Now look at the... Whatever the fuck this thing is."
Margaret
The eyes of the many hornets studied the Trixies as they spread out in their ambush positions, and she did indeed pick up the fact that they had already taken another being hostage... *Fascinating...* Savarii's disappointment at finding such small creatures was replaced soon enough with interest and, as always, new potential schemes. These creatures certainly seemed entertaining, if not a bit... *Difficult*, however she wanted to see more of them. The hornets swarmed towards the nearby den of the Trick'o'lites, almost covering parts of the roots and branches with their pure numbers. Many eyes faced the Trixies from all directions, with few hornets remaining up and above the action, circling the area and trying to get some form of advantage should the Trixies attempt to attack. After all, Savarii was not the kind to take kindly to any direct defiance or assaults. 

The hornets in front chatter their teeth as they look towards the Trixies. "We would not recommend trying to eat us..." Several voices speak at once, clearly controlled by the same entity. The hornets mimic the Trixie language quite well, at least implying that they weren't *Normal* Hornets, if not revealing that it was a god from the beginning. "We heard your debate from afar, it was... Fascinating. We just *Had* To come here and see for ourselves who was causing all of this commotion~" The hornets chatter. Despite the stellar grasp of the language, they *Did* Have much more of a robotic, insect like quality to their voices, many of their words supplemented by clicks of their mandibles, buzzes from their wings and hisses. 

"You all seem... Energetic... Enthusiastic." Savarii's swarm like form hisses. "And I heard something about a hostage? My my... From such small creatures too. You must be a sight to behold." The wasps say, one at the front hungrily chattering and rubbing its front legs together. "What kind of creatures *Are* You?" The hornet asks.
Joe
"Well I imagine most food would say something similar." *The same Trick'o'Light as before teased, flashing their teeth with a slight smirk.* "Though that being said... You're all kinda gross, and also sorta smell."

"...I'm not listening... I'm not listening... I'm not listening..." 

*Though two of them were still silently bickering with one another, several of the other Trixies who'd come to confront Savarii's hornets, immediately took interest when they heard they understood them.* "That's... Strange, they understand... The Ringly Tongue? Though, they don't seem, anything like.. One of us..."

"They speak together too! Are they by chance like our little siblings?"

"...Perhaps, but..." *The tired Trick'o'Light leaned forward to inspect Savarii's hornets further, her ghoulish gaze glossing over them with a few sniffs.* "...Nefary's right, they do sorta smell..."

"Nefary! Not the point!" *The tired Trick'o'Light was referred to as "Nefary", though that can't be right, seeing as she called the teasing Trick'o'Light by the name of Nefary as well.* 

"Right, right..." *She rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms.* 

*Only five of the Trick'o'Lights had come to confront Savarii, the rest of them were either sprinkled throughout their hideout or took position up above in a suitable vantage point. All of them supposedly hidden from Savarii's sight, a few of the Trixies were still guarding their prisoner. Though they must've heard all the commotion going on, seeing as they too hid where they stashed their hostage. Who was out cold, bound by rope and gagged by a bulb of garlic... They were in rough shape, dirty and disheveled, their clothes were torn, they looked like a meek little thing but... Were much, much bigger than their captives.*

*...Were those, cat ears?*

"Hey! Who're you calling small!?"

"You, obviously." 

"WHAT!?"
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"What did I say about you two not hearing each other!?" *Those two sure loved to argue, and the others were undoubtably familiar with their antics seeing as how the hidden Trick'o'Lights were either stifling a snicker or were rolling their eyes.* 

"...We could, ask you the same thing... I guess." *The tired Trick'o'Light spoke, miraculously taking charge of their dubious discussion.* "...You can call us... Trick'o'Lights, or just Trixies, as we're often called... You might've heard a thing or two about us by now, Nachursions are all the rage..." *She smiled the slightest smile, and the other Trixies started laughing.* "...You though, well... I don't think you're mortal. So, that leaves the question... What.. Or rather... Who, are you?"
Margaret
The hornets hissed and snapped as the Trixies approached them, clearly aiming to keep them back. The hornets would also split and aim to form a nearby wall to keep the Trick'O'Lights on one side, their many eyes gleaming a menacing, unnatural green. "Well lucky for us, we can't smell... Since you don't look the kind to frequently bathe either..." One of the hornets retorts. "But luckily, you still look *Very* Edible~" It hisses, buzzing and rubbing its mandibles hungrily as they pinched the air. 

Many of the insects would spread out. With no real instinct for the self preservation of the individual as, in reality, all of them were Savarii, many of the hornets took the opportunity to spread out to encircle the nook to make themselves more imposing while others were poking around to look at their surroundings and the nearby Trixies. The majority, however, remained squared up with the Trixies in their massive swarms. 

Eventually, some of the hornets would come near the hostage. One of the hornets would identify the location first, before a small swarm approaches and comes to an investigate while the other hornet continues to speak with the Trixies. "Who are we...?" The hornets ask, now beginning to chant in unison in a menacing, eldritch tone. They all seemed to be ensuring that every Trixie would have a hornet nearby in earshot in order to hear the answer to this very important question. "I represent one of the supreme beings spawned of Gaia..." They hiss. "I would explain what that means to you lovely, delicious looking creatures... But something tells me you don't have the attention span to appreciate the complexity of what my presence truly means, even if I spoke it directly into your very minds." The hornets hiss, growing closer and approaching the Trixies from their different angles.

"I hope, however, that you can understand that this means I can be a terrible friend... Or a foe, although I would hardly consider the relationship between mortal and god that of adversaries. More like an unstoppable force and a *Very* Movable, brittle object..." The hornets hiss.

"However, I would hate to sound like I'm threatening anybody... You are such adorable and entertaining morsels, despite your... *Irreverent* Tongues." The hornets hiss. "I would much rather see us become friends than the alternative, I'd hate to let such pretty, precious beings go to waste~"

The hornets that flew over the hostage would get nearer, chattering and buzzing excitedly as they'd approach. Should the Trixies not prevent them from fully discovering the cat eared hostage, the hornets would be incredibly drawn to it. 

"Now..." The leading group of hornets would say, assuming they had found the hostage. "...Why don't we start once again. Perhaps you can tell me who that precious, sleep little friend of yours is that you've hidden away~"
Joe
"Fuck you! I smell like FLOWERS, bitch!" *Another of the Trick'o'Light's angrily retorted, though their confidence subsequently was shaken after she'd sniffed herself.* "Hey-hey-hey... I don't smell like a smelly swarm, do I?"

"Hehhh? You smell... Fine."

"Sniff me."

*The other Trick'o'Light blinked, but although surprised she nonetheless obliged.* "Hm..."

"What? What!? What do I smell like!?"

"You smell... Like apples, and cyder, with a tinge of uhm... Autumn leaves." 

"Fuck yeah! Fuck you smelly, you smell like SHIT and I smell like LEAVES! Wait what?"

—

*The hostage shook and stir as the scouring hornets begun to surround them, the click of their mandibles and the buzz of their wings was enough to disturb them. Wriggling and writhing within their restrains, as though in the throes of a nightmare. The Trixies attending to their hostage were none to pleased by this, aggressively whispering and hissing at them, a finger to their lips to try and shush them.*

"*Pssst... Pssst! Hey... Hey! Sshhh! You'll wake her up, dammit..!*"

"*...It took FOREVER to get her to bed! Don't you come and muck it up you... Buzzy, buggy... Crunchers..!*"

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"...Great, so.. A god? That's fan-fucking-tastic..." *The tired Trick'o'Light sighed, physically deflating, they weren't so much afraid as they were annoyed. Like an angsty teenager who'd just been caught.* "...Nefarys! Come come, come... Something tells me a trick of the light won't be doing us much good..." 

*One by one the Trixies started to unveil themselves, each of whom chose to congregate within the bounds of Nefary's Nook alongside the Trixies who'd been speaking with Savarii. Although the god's presence hadn't had the desired effect upon their tired speaker, several of the Trixies started to shift and sway... Suddenly seeming uncharacteristically nervous. Their wings were starting to jitter, and they eyed their surroundings with a certain, curious cunning... *

*Like cornered animals looking for an escape.*
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*But not all of the Trixies were shaken by Savarii, some of them expressed excitement, curiosity, annoyance, and apathy. Others were especially cheeky, and were so bold as to make light of the situation!*

*Though their attitude would suddenly shift to one of... Intrigue, at the proposal of potential friendship.*

"Well, we assure thee... We wouldn't favor something as woeful as, wasting away... Would we, Nefary?" *The tired Trick'o'Light perked up, arching a brow and shooting a glance at another of their compatriots.*

"Oh yes, oh yes-yes-yes! We're much more inclined to wreak wonder and whimsy, as you've no doubt have heard~!"

"Mmm... Starting again would be prudent, we thinks~! We wouldn't want to disrespect a supreme being spawned of Gaia, no? Heh... We're Nefary! That's Nefary too, so is she, and she, and she, and she, and she... You get the idea, you're smart! Smart enough not to crush us to itty bitty bits, that's for sure!" 

"And this here is Nefary's Nook! Our harrowing hideaway..."

"...But as for our, sleepy little friend... Well, she's our latest catch, of course." *The tired Trick'o'Light explained, smiling.* "She's a stray we think, found her awhile ago... Wandering aimlessly... Around the roots, lost. We caught her, and we were kind enough to clean her up a little... She smelt rancid." 

"There's one similar to she in ole Cryselysia! Though she's off the market, sadly, shame... She's got a pretty face!" 

"Suppose this one's kinda cute too~!"
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"Oh but, before we continue... You should know uhm, something special about, well... Us." *The tired Trick'o'Light interjected, her smile opening to expose dozens of razor sharp teeth.* "We're Trick'o'Lights, or as our Nach affectionately calls us... Trixies! You might've guessed as much, we... Get around... Heh... Now as you've seen, we're around here! Though our Nach figured we'd be found along the roots eventually, by someone of your... Persuasion... So, to ehm... Even the odds, she's keeping a special eye on us to make sure we're being good little girls and staying very, very... Alive and, eh... Especially, amusing." 

"All good friendships must be capitalized by honest to goodness honesty! What better way to start ours than by letting you know we're being watched? As are you yourself..."

"...Now, why're you so interested in our sleepy little friend?"
Margaret
The wasps watch the trixies smell each other rather amusedly, well... As amused as they could considering they were wasps. They hiss at the comments the trixies were making, snapping their mandibles at them in response, but altogether ignoring it. 

As the trixies shifted away, Savarii sensed that some may feel the need to run. As much as their chaotic antics amused her, she rather didn't want to deal with the trouble that would start if one or two of them tried to make a break for it. Instead, the swarm of wasps all started to more properly surround the area. Some hovered in the air while others rested on branches, hissing and watching. Now they were much more in the open just like the Trixies, acting as a very clear warning against running. 

The swarm seems satisfied by the choice of the horde of Nefarys to attempt diplomacy. The hostile buzzing dies down as the larger, leading wasp scuttles forwards towards the lead Nefary. 

"Pleasure to meet you Nefary..." The wasp says to their "Lead diplomat". The other wasps almost seem to repeat "Nefary" Several times, each wasp seemingly referring to another Nefary. It seemed the goddess of hiveminds at the very least was one to account for every member of the group. However, with each individual wasp speaking a different greeting for each Nefary, it also served doubly so as a reminder of the large number of the swarm. "You're much more eloquent than I would have expected for a creature of such... Lawlessness~" She hisses in a pleased voice. "It's lovely to make your acquaintance dearest poppet~"

The hornet snaps its mandibles hungrily as she hears about the hostage. "Fascinating. It's so nice seeing such small and assuming beings working together to accomplish such a grand feat~" She says. "Do you have any plans for this new little friend of ours?" 

The wasp chatters in response to the Trixies warning. "Well I would hate to upset my dear sister~" She says.

"So let's ensure nothing bad happens here. There should be no reason for any violence, right? I mean, I haven't been given one yet~" She chirps coyly, her delivery rather ominous as the wasp approaches the Trixie rather close by, its antenna lightly grazing the skin of the mortal. Her tone didn't indicate much concern over Nach watching, nor any shock. She seemed just as likely to respond to any problems with violence now as she was before, despite saying she rather wouldn't. In reality, she didn't intend to cause much harm to the trixies, but they didn't *Have* To know that... 

"An *Odd* Decision for a god of change, I must admit..." Savarii comments. "Chaos without impact and consequence must surely grow dull rather quickly... Especially for beings so whimsical and wild. Is it really chaos if it's so supervised and controlled?" She coos. "I would expect such an entity to welcome the change and influence of the chaos they wreak wholeheartedly..." She says with feigned disappointment. "Oh, but what do I know, sometimes it is chaotic and unpredictable in itself to avoid total chaos." 

A small group of bugs would fly closer towards the knocked out Abright, this time going right for them to get a better few. They stood far away enough to not disturb any guards, but they closed the distance so that they could get a better view at what was going on. Now that she had established what she was, she didn't worry too much about being given a hassle if she wanted to look around. 

The other hornet would continue speaking. "Oh, I'm just admiring your work, it's quite impressive. I always appreciate those who can get together and create something greater than the sum of their parts, it's rather... *Heartwarming~*" She says. "Do you engage in these types of pranks often?" The hornet asks, tilting its head.

"You see, if you have no need for these catches, I would gladly take them off your hands once you've gotten your kicks in... It must be rather burdensome to have to carry the victims of your pranks around so much. That's time that could be put too *Much* Better use by such clever girls such as yourselves~ Of course, I wouldn't let you leave empty handed for it but... I do share an *Appreciation* For your craft~"
Joe
*The tired Trick'o'Light cocked her head, and arched a brow toward Savarii's confusing comments. Was she trying to sew doubts about our Nach, or was this an attempt elicit some kind of reaction? Nefary assumed the latter was true, it'd be bizarre to sew doubts by so brazenly misconstruing what was said. Nefary knew what she said, as did Nefary, and Nefary, and also Nefary, and the others too! Fortunately for her, she was used to this kind of treatment and so simply kept smiled.* "You must've misunderstood me, I am... Hardly an eloquent speaker... Especially since I might as well be drinking mud. Or piss." 

"Ughh... You're so damn dramatic for someone who's always so fucking gloomy! We've got plenty of booze!" 

"She doesn't drink any damn booze, Nefary, she's an awful Square is what she is!"

"...I don't drink piss." *The tired Trick'o'Light rolled her eyes, and continued with their conversation.* "Besides, who ever said anything about violence? Violence is... Nasty business, I myself prefer a... Softer touch." 

*Her razor sharp teeth beg to differ, though it's hard to tell if the tired Trick'o'Light was serious or ladened with sarcasm. Notably though, Nefary never clarified what it was they meant, nor explain anything further about our Nach and what purpose she served in surveying them. It wasn't like she was lying, Savarii was a god, and could thus easily verify if another of their kind was watching them. It seemed likely our Nach was watching for their own entertainment, but the extent of our Nach's involvement was a mystery.* 

"You'd be surprised how... Fragile, us mortals are... She was hardly any trouble." *The conversation shifted back to the "Guest" In Nefary's Nook, that little friend of theirs.* "Shame she hadn't had much more then the rags on their back though... Unlucky... We've certainly had a little fun with her though, you might've heard us workshopping a few fun... Ideas, for her."
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"We were going to sacrifice her!" *Another Trick'o'Light hastily interjects.* "Heh! Play sacrificing really... Aahahahaaa~! Oh it'll be hilarious, it would! We can SQUEEZE some strawberries to make it look like blood, and then we'll get some spooky lighting and wacky crazy music too- it'll be a riot, it will!" 

"Personally? I'm all for keeping her, she could be our mascot!"

"What if we used her as a lure~? Mmm... We'd have to train her for that I think, but a little convincing and she'll be a Nefary like the rest of us! Imagine how many more Squares we could screw over!" 

"...As I said, we're workshopping." *The tired Trick'o'Light repeated.* "But we'd like to hear what you might have in mind for our little friend... And any other... Future friends, it would be rather burdensome to carry creatures such as these around should we continue capturing them... But curiosity is a burden of its own, no?" *She cocked her head back, with a sly expression.* "So relieve us of it then, what're we walking away with~?"

"Oooo! We've got an admirer! Ohhh... I've always wanted to be appreciated!" 

"Stay wanting, it hasn't happened yet." 

"Hmph! Meanie!" 

"I for one, appreciate you very much! I also appreciate being appreciated!"
Margaret
"Oh no, I understood *Quite* Well. You're to remain *Alive* And are being watched over by your god, therefore *Free* Of the true chaos of the world... *Safe, free of consequence, frankly a bit boring...*" The wasp says with a sing-songy and playful voice, almost goading the trixies. "Quite a significant limitation on chaos when the outcome is already so divinely predetermined..." The wasp clacks, approaching the trixies. "Oh but I mean no disrespect, I'm sure you're very amusing to others. Just a tad... *Safe* For my tastes I suppose." Savarii the wasp says in a sighing voice, clearly feigning playfulness, with a tinge of teasing and disappointment. "What's the point if you know everything is safe and above the belt by divine intervention? Sounds like you're applying rules to chaos. What an unjustifiable juxtaposition. Begging and praying to your god that everybody stays alive in unpredictable situations, therefore going against the very spirit of chaos..." Savarii tuts in a tone as she quickly shifts from disappointed to a motherly and almost chastising tone. 

"Although I am curious what takes priority to your god? Your staying alive or staying amusing~" The wasp hisses with a deliberately forced and untrustworthy innocent aire. Several pieces of the swarm begin buzzing threateningly and snapping their jaw hungrily. Savarii was approaching these negotiations from her own... *Odd* Way. As always, she started by throwing any prediction of her mood, threat, willingness to do harm and sanity into question. Her rapid change of tones and contradictory messages and implications, most notable in her inner debate on whether or not she intended to hurt the trixies... Or if she enjoyed or was bored by their methods.

"Ah, but too much talk about the philosophy of chaos and my distaste for rules~" Savarii mutters, now changing to a more positive, non-threatening and almost *Bubbly* Presence... Well as bubbly and non-threatening that a horde of wasps could be.

In the eventuality her point hadn't been made by her debates, Savarii started her actual negotiations by clearly relating to agents of chaos, stating a clear distaste for rules they'd hopefully relate to. "You see... Just like you, I'm also looking for amusement and new..." The wasp turns towards where the captive was "...Friends. AND... *Especially* Amusing friends~" The wasp says, turning back to the Nefarys. "And seeing your fine work, I'd like to extend an offer to ensure you all continue being amusing to your goddess in a way that you would *Also* Find pleasant~" Savarii coos with a sly and sweet voice." It seemed that once the rules had been set for Savarii, she was already unravelling the loopholes. Despite the oddities in her speech and mannerisms, Savarii had two distinct goals with this display. One was rather obvious, pointing out the ominous fact that being alive and being amusing was in no way mutually exclusive with being comfortable, happy or safe. Two was displaying a skill she hoped creatures like Trixies may appreciate, that being the predisposition and ability to use technicalities to bend the rules and find a more... *Enjoyable* Opportunity that was *Technically* Permissible, a relevant skill for any rulebreaker. The goddess may have been negotiating harshly and hiding it behind several caricatures and facades, but she *Did* Attempt to use her spin on what she would consider to be the "Language" Of these mortals.

"Now I understand mortals do not serve without recompense. We gods designed you with your ambitions for a reason, and we would have nobody to blame but ourselves if we are displeased about this. I wouldn't dare grant an artist my patronage without the proper recompense for their work, insofar their work *Is* Of appropriate quality~" The lead wasp chirps, nestling closer towards Nefary and rubbing their antennae across the trixie.

Even as a bug, the goddess of outcasts truly held no regard for social convention and personal boundaries, although with beings of chaos, it truly was anybody's guess if she would have the same purposefully offputting quality. "In fact, I think your plans for this little friend of yours are rather *Droll*. In fact, I love it so much that I would be willing to grant you my own divine gifts should you be able to get me my own collection of these friends." 

"I put forward on the table my nexus of infestation gateways, with the ability to create a handful of your own portals." Savarii says with a smile. "Instant connection to any other point in any other realm with no need for the effortful ritual and bargaining that I often require of my followers. Or... If that's not to your taste, I hold many boons you'd find *Greatly* Useful. Boons that make you so easy to overlook and ignore so you may walk, listen and conduct your chaos with greater freedom than before. Boons to give you gifts in the image of my children and grant you the many gifts my beings freely possess, venom, silk, added limbs and the sight of many eyes." The goddess chatters her mandibles. "You may present your steepest bargains and loftiest ambitions for I am a god, and neither a haughty nor stingy one at that. I am not precious, for I reward any effort made for or against me in kind. I may hear your goals and wishes and make my cunning and power yours, so that I may craft a solution to any of your heart's desires. Power, knowledge, fame or peace, wealth or worldliness... The very remaking of who or what you are. I am as eager to earn your good graces as you are to earn mine~" The wasp says, now giving its own reverential bow... To a *Mortal trixie* No less... An odd shift from the threatening, hungry behaviour or motherly and bubbly facade from before.
Joe
"...No, not quite." *The tired Trick'o'Light wasn't interested in debating philosophy, especially not with a god, her answer was as short as it was blunt and to the point. Effectively shutting down the conversation, without touching on any of the finer details of whether what Savarii said had any merit. But although she wasn't interested in continuing this line of conversation, Nefary nonetheless started to consider Savarii's comments carefully. She wasn't sure, though she suspected Savarii was deliberately misconstruing her...*

*...Why? Well, who better to spell out the rules than the one who knows them? Nefary offered Savarii knowledge of our Nach's presence, it was a calculated decision to curry favor with a likely problematic partner. While simultaneously evening the playing field, it'd be much harder for a god to press mortals into anything if they knew another god was watching them. That of course assumes our Nach would intervene, which Nefary considered unlikely, what mattered was the chance that it __could__ happen. Savarii wanted to tease the Trixies, and thus have them spell the means of their own subjugation.*

*After all, any attempt to clarify Savarii's understanding would only increase it... Whether she's feigning ignorance or not though, it was better not to offer information for free.* "I'm not much of a thinker either, to be honest... But I suppose living is lovely and all, assuming I get a real drink now and again." *She sighed.* "Ehh... What do I know though? Certainly not philsopphhh... Fuckery... Mm, do I still have any-?"

*Nefary's sentence trailed off as she once slipped deep into thought, to let Savarii keep speaking...*

*...So that she can keep listening, although Nefary's were briefly interrupted by Savarii's creeping chirps as the "Lead" Wasp nestled in next to her. Fortunately, she wasn't too perturbed. Her own fidgety antennae flicking toward the wasp, as she hung her head back to lazily try and watch the Lord of Flies.*
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*It was only when Savarii spoke of how droll their plans were, and that they intended to bargain for friends of their own... That the Trixies all suddenly perked up, and all collectively became quite interested in Savarii's offer.* 

"Fuck you! The play sacrifice is hilarious, it's FAR funnier if someone THINKS they'll be sacrificed instead of actually sacrificing them you know! It's clever, and it subverts your expectations! We'll all have a laugh, it'll be great! We're sure they'll get a good chuckle out of it too, once they've stopped crying..." 

"Ehh... It's not that funny, I mean sure it's a little funny... But hilarious? Ehhh..."

"You know, you keep pushing and pushing for a play sacrifice! I'm sick of it! Sure it's entertaining, it's eccentric, but you keep... Fucking... Going on about it! I hate it, I hate it! Does anyone else actually think it's as funny as you seem to think it is!?"

"...I think it's pretty funny."

"Hey, dummies! Are we gonna talk about a *God* Offering us whatever we want, or are we gonna bitch about her having poor taste in comedy? We were offered... Whatever! Whatever we wanted!" 

*The Nefarys all collectively "Ooh~!" Together.*

"Ooh! I wanna be giant, and I wanna *Strangle* The rest of you! With love, of course... Obviously."

"Ooh! I want a bottomless pit of chocolate, a never ending supply!" 

"Ooh! I... I wanna rule the whole fucking world!" 

"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! I... I want.. Ehhh... Hm, that's tricky..."

"Hmm... Anything? Anything at all? Ugh, that's almost too many options!"

"I know right? How're you supposed to decide? Heck, how're *We* Supposed to decide?"
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"Mmm... What if, what if we think this through... Together, this is a... Rare opportunity, isn't it? So, why not leverage this in the best, most marvelous sort of fashion~?" *The tired Trick'o'Light smiled, as did all the Trixies, and together they convened to hash out an appropriate contract to offer the Lord of Flies. It wasn't difficult to hear their chaotic chatter, though it was tiresome to make sense of everything they were saying. Ideas were proposed, altered, rehashed, and then scrapped altogether in swift succession until...* 

"Our... Proposition! From us, to thee!" *It was long, a contract written in glittering light and rainbow colours. But in short, it required those of Nefary's Nook to assist Savarii in their eccentric endeavors to acquire new "Friends", and for the Lord of Flies to give those of Nefary's Nook a dominion of their own... A colossal tower, filled full of ridiculous demands, each more nefariously worded than the last. One in particular stuck out to her though, "Nefary gets to bang you."*

*It wasn't clear which of them wrote that, or if any of them seriously intended to follow through on that request...*
Margaret
"*Heh... Heheheh... Hehhhehehhhehehahahahahahahaaahhaa!!*"
 
A chorus of laughter starts emenating from the swarm of wasps, all of them deeply amused by the presentation of a contract. The one leading them develops an intrigued glimmer in their eye as they stare at the paper presented by the trixies. The wasp chatters its mandibles hungrily. "Oh, aren't you showing some great initiative. Normally it is *I* Who has to write the contract, I *Do* Like it when mortals are so eager~" She chirps in a teasing tone. "Although it *Does* Take much of the whimsy out of the nature of dealing with gods, don't you think?~"
 
The wasp steps forward with a sigh "Well, I suppose if you propose the game, I suppose I should be sporting and play along. I hope you don't mind if I match your meticulous nature then~" She says, her tone slightly threatening in nature. It seemed that, now that contracts and specific requirements were being put in play, Savarii was willing to treat the deal as if they were actually drafting up a written agreement. "I never expected such creatures to be fond of such a dull game of revisions and legality, but it *Is* Entertaining if nothing else. Oh, but don't worry my dears, I won't *Dare* Alter your wishes. The heart wants what it wants, and we have both already agreed that our deal should accomplish the wish of the other. After all, I did promise to give you any wish, although that may not protect *Every* Aspect of the deal~" She says, her voice languid and playful.
 
A swarm of wasps speed towards the trixies and grab the contract, bringing it back to lead wasp, which would lean back almost as if it were reclining in an invisible throne. It would rest its head in its front leg in a rather human way as it started to read the contract. It seemed that she was only binding herself to not changing the trixie's wish, but with a contract being provided, everything else was seemingly on the cutting board. Already, it seemed that Savarii was the sort to bend any agreement and proposal and ambiguity in the deal.
 
*However*...
 
She couldn't just upturn the entire contract however she wanted. While she had already bound herself to uphold Nefary's Nook's wishes, she couldn't lock them into a terrible deal they did not willingly agree to. She still required their signature and willing consent towards a deal, so she seemed to actually be rather conservative with any judgements and edits she was making. "*Hmm... A dozen mortals... A determination of fate clause for any traitors...* Oh you daring little creatures, you're trying to write your own part of the deal too~ Oh, if you weren't so endearing, I may have just struck you down for that." The wasp chatters, looking up in a taunting and sing songy voice, a true juxtaposition to what could be seen as a threat and giving it a much more light-hearted tone. "Unfortunately, we already agreed that I will grant you *Whatever you want*, not the means by which to earn it... That power still remains in my claws~" She giggles. "But I *Do* Respect the bravery, it earns you quite some points~"

The wasp goes back to reading, looking over the clauses and nodding along "*Oh my~ A personal spire,* Truly ambitious a desire. Well wished~" She says with a smile. As she read, the antenna of the leading wasp tapped and traced across the contract, causing it to glow as it was imbued with both her power and made minor revisions to non-wish clauses. "And well presented too~" She coos, her mandibles chittering with interest. It seemed the Nefarys were quite skilled in covering many of their bases and ensuring they got what they desired.
 
"Although..." She begins "Personal towers of divine make aren't *Cheap* You know." She says with a *Tsk tsk*, tilting her head "I'm not quite sure if a dozen mortals is enough to cover that. I will have to ask you to do just a *Bit* Better than that... How about... *There~* And that just leaves..."
 
The wasp falls silent and leans in just a bit as they read the contract. If a bug could squint, this one definitely was. It fell silent for a good few moments as it read the final little adition made by one of the Nefarys. "Nefary gets to... Gets to... *Oh my, you naughty little tricksters~*" She coos, her mandibles chittering with overplayed excitement as the wasp released a sharp hiss. "I didn't expect you to be so... Forward in your desires." Savarii goes back to reading it. "This... *Appears* To be a wish clause, but..."
 
Savarii had to admit, the clause was worded rather ambiguously. While uncertainty and room for interpretation could only really give more benefit to the deity giving her power to the deal, it did... Pique her interest so to speak. While it surely was better in the long run to leave any and all rushed and uncertain clauses as is, her curiosity forced her to bite.
 
"This... This point here. '*Nefary gets to bang you'*. It does appear to be a wish, and the agreement was that I would grant any wish should you deliver satisfactory results, so I can not change it but... I *Would* Request some... *Elaboration* On what the clause's author's intentions here are exactly." The wasp murmurs before looking up at the Nefary's, looking amongst them to see if she could discern who exactly wrote that part in.
 
"Besides that, I do believe most of the requests and conditions of the contract are rather acceptable. I made a few *Minor* Changes to some non-wish related clauses, as is allowed to me by the nature of our deal... I *Did* Have to play ball after you presented a full contract, I hope I did not offend and make it too unacceptable for you." Savarii slurs, still fully aware that the trixies *Could* Choose to back out of the deal if she changed up their proposals too much. While she still held the power to determine the *Conditions* Of earning the wish, she had to admit the trixie's play was rather smart. They had set a bar as to what would be expected of them early, Savarii could surely negotiate higher, but every other proposal would be unfortunately compared to the standard of a dozen mortals of the Trixie's choosing. It was almost... *Amusing*, to be dealing with such competent mortals. It was *Exhilarating* To be engaged in a battle of wits with mortals so prepared for her tricks.

The wasp would hiss and the swarm of mosquitos would return the contract to Nefary, with only a few clauses slightly changed and moved around. However, right before she returns the contract, she tuts and turns to it. "Hold on, let me just... Make it look more up to theme~*" The wasp hisses, imbuing the contract with her divine energy and turning the paper into a stone tablet, into which the contract was etched in both Trick'o'Light speak as well as in Xerithid language. The stone tablet had a sickly, yellow glow to it, holding in Savarii's power which bound both herself and any who would sign it to the demands of the contract. Only the portion where the Trixies would sign their own names still remained paper, to better allow them to write.

 The changes could easily be seen and followed. The first edit was on clause one. 1) Nefary's Nook & Potential Partners will capture, coerce, and otherwise offer a minimum of ** Baker's dozen** Mortals to the god Savarii to do with as she pleases. Nefary's Nook & Potential Partners will offer whatever and whoever they wish to do so, as long as they're of sufficient intelligence and are otherwise deemed mostly intact and **Do not already belong to Savarii, the goddess of outcasts, gluttony and hiveminds, or any of her other forms or consciousnesses**. The second edit merely altered the punishment clause to specify "If this is the case, then the individual(s) at fault will have their fate(s) decided later **By a representative of Savarii, the goddess of outcasts, gluttony and hiveminds, or any of her other forms or consciousnesses .**
 
These changes mostly signed Savarii's own name onto the most notable changes. While a lot of ambiguity often benefited her, she did notice the threat of not specifying her name. However, there were two additions which were much more notable. First, at the bottom of the clauses describing the spire, Savarii added a requirement.

 "Every 840 cycles, or 5 years as defined by the commonly used Silly-Mahlios-Abrielle-Vivienne-Nachtober-Triticea-Wyrd-Ica, calendar at the time of the writing of this contract, the Trixies of Nefary's Nook or any of the inhabitants of their tower or representatives must provide a sacrifice tax of one sapient being that does not already belong to Savarii, the goddess of outcasts, gluttony and hiveminds, or any of her other forms or consciousnesses."
 
And finally was one addition which was... A bit odd. Near clause 1b, which described the requirements for secrecy, Savarii actually *Relented* On the demands. The same terms remained the same, however instead there was an addition of one final clause. "This regulation remains in place for so long as the Trixies are still collecting mortals for Savarii. Once their requirements under clause one are complete and one common year or 840 cycles has passed, they may reveal their actions, deal, involved parties and the context of the contract to any third parties of their choosing. However, they may not communicate in any way shape or form, or reveal the exact terms and conditions of the deal made with Savarii."

 The addition was a bit... Odd, taking away some power from Savarii and going rather easy on the trixies in terms of secrecy. It was hard to tell what her goal was here, perhaps merely an attempt to curry favour and give up something more to the trixies to increase their chances of accepting the contract. "Well my dears, if there are no issues, all that's left is to *Shake on it~*" Savarii would hiss. Assuming there were no issues or further changes, the contract would levitate above both the trixies and the swarm. The wasp's entire face would melt and crack open, from which a long, slender hand would extend towards Nefary. A wreathe of green flames and putrid veins would spread across the clawed hand reaching from the inside of the bug's head, opening its cracked palm to shake hands with the leading Nefary.
Joe
"Oh but what could be *More* Amusing than us little ladies flipping the script~? Hm? Hmmmm~? Y'know, there's a lotta bragging rights behind getting a god to sign a deal you yourself have written!"

"You can't you *Didn't* Get a kick outta it, yeah?"

"It's funny! It's so very fucking funny! Isn't it~?"

"Oh and not to worry, there's never a shortage of whimsy with us around... Heh.. Hehehehehhhh..."

*The Trixies were less amused by the contrast itself, than they were with toeing the ever more precarious line Savarii had set. They well understood the threat she posed, sure, yet there was something so subtly satisfactory about throwing the Lord of Flies for a loop. The game, evidently, was to keep her guessing. Though of course a written contract would serve to keep their interests in tact too, which of course would beg the question of what other tripe theatrics bore more tactful trickery... Regardless, they've now made their play.*

"Well, it can hardly be called dull if it's entertaining- no?"

*Now, the Lord of Flies would answer in kind.*

*Nefary, the tired Trick'o'Light, shrugged upon being confronted with what was likely their most brazen move. Smiling slightly, as she shot Savarii an inquisitive look through her keen though baggy eyes. *

"..Well, it was worth a shot... Would've been quite a laugh had you agreed." *She was surprising honest about an attempt to short a god, though the true meaning of their mischief had already been made.* "By all means, adjust as you see fit... Though alas, we're only mortal, and miniscule ones at that... Still, I suppose the bigger they're..." 

"The harder they squirm?"

"The more the merrier?" 

"The fattier they taste?"

"...Nevermind." *Nefary, the tired Trick'o'Light, sighed.* 

*The Trixies were quick to concur with Savarii's compliment, believing that they had indeed "Wished well". Here at least, there were little issues with what the Trixies wanted and what Savarii could provide.*
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"I know, right? I mean, you can't get much better than big fuckoff tower- y'know!"

"Our ehm.. Nook, leaves much to be desired..."

"What we sacrifice in subtly, we more than make up for with.. STYLE!"

*...Though their talk of a tower was cut short by Savarii's stuttering... Which seemed to pique the interests of Nefary, Nefary, Nefary, Nefary, and the others. Though they included quite a few outlandish clauses, none had expected the Lord of Flies to be so perturbed by one of their provisions. By the time Savarii thought to share her discovery, the Trixies were clambering to see what had so thoroughly shaken her.* 

. . .

*The Trixies all similarly fell silent and leaned in by a hair to reread their contract. Nefary, Nefary, Nefary, Nefary, and the others all squinted and tilted their heads. Rereading the same five words a few times, and as a similar revelation dawned upon them... The Trixies were all abruptly taken aback.*

"...Huh?"

"Huh?"

"*Huh?*"

"HUH-!?"

*Evidently, the Trixies were similarly stunned by this last sentence.* 

"Wh... Who... When-? Wha.. Wha.. Why? What..? WHY!?"

"..I... I mean, I kinda respect it?"

"I don't know.. I mean, we hardly know her! Right now she's just a buncha bugs, I mean... I'm not judging. I think."

"In fairness, how many mortals can say they've banged a god?"

"I for one would argue that, regardless of who you've fucked, if you gotta get them to sign a contract for it then that's sort of sad and pathetic. Like, assuming this is serious, whoever wrote that should be publicly humiliated." 

"Yeah, at least take her to dinner first!" 

*Nefary, the tired Trick'o'Light, was one of few Trick'o'Lights to not be speaking. She had her head buried in her hands, and looked a little agitated by the whole affair... Especially since it had gotten them wildly off topic.*
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*Unfortunately, it was difficult to discern which Nefary was responsible for writing... That. Though all of the Trixies seemed awfully invested in this whole affair, and a few even looked flustered. Naturally, it wouldn't be long until someone started pointing fingers. For all of their tricks and theatrics, all of their whimsical wonders and wit, it would seem these creatures were not too dissimilar to teenage girls.*

*...Which somehow made them more terrifying...*

*Eventually though, the matter was brushed aside... For now, and Nefary, the tired Trick'o'Light forced them all to proceed with negotiations. Meticulously rereviewing the clauses they've created, and making note of any alterations from the Lord of Flies. For the most part, she deemed this arrangement to be... Satisfactory.*

"Hm..." *Though it required a couple clarifications.* "...For the most part this seems... Fine, though I would like to point out this right... Here." *She taps a finger against Savarii's stone, underlining "Do not already belong to" And "Does not already belong to" Respectively.* "Would this necessitate each mortal to be unique, and of a different species? For the former this is doable, the latter however... May prove inconvenient long term. But aside from that, these terms are quite... Amicable... With our mutual interests." 

*Finally, assuming that Nefary's one and only concern was answered. She would shake Savarii's hand, though the girl had obviously never shaken anyone's hand before... So she simply poked and prodded at Savarii's while looking... Mildly uncomfortable. Like the very notion of physical contact with anyone was disturbing.*
Margaret
The wasp rubs its front legs together in an almost satisfied, ominous and plotting way as the mortals agree to the contract. An eldritch hiss escaped the wasp as her plans went off without a hitch, but a simple question from the leading Nefary concerning the contract. 

Several wasp with large, ornate wings moved to the contract and took hold of it, starting to glow and dissolve into the paper itself, seemingly infusing it with the goddess' divine magic as Savarii gave her answers, changing the fabric of the contract to go along with her response. When she spoke, her answer was paralleled within the contract too. "There is no need to be so restrictive, for I accept many in the Halls of the Lord of the Flies. Yet I request individuals who I do not already have easy access to. My own worshippers, creations or beings that are to be sacrificed to me do not help me. I already have plenty access to my own Xerithids or cultists, and there is no benefit in having you steal from me only to return it." Savarii explains, the clawed and blazing hand in the face of the wasp seeming to move and twitch almost like how somebody's hands would move during explanation, swaying back and forth. 

"I merely ask that every soul and mortal you acquire be on top of what *I*, the Lord of the Flies, already own." The head wasp coos as the remaining ones finish merging and melting into the contract, a final puff of noxious green smoke blowing out of the contract once the amendments were finished. 

Upon Nefary's acceptance, a macabre laugh could be heard from the wasp. It was not a pleasant sound, wasps were not made to laugh or show their amusement, and it bore a macabre sense of foreboding with it. "I am nothing if not gracious to those who serve me. I would pluck the stars from the sky as gifts if one's work and character demanded it. Perhaps if this deal goes fruitfully, you will all be amenable to be called upon again."

The wasp lets out its terrible chuckle once again "I don't believe I've yet had the pleasure of adding creatures of *Your* Kind to my family, but I digress...~" 


The leading wasp queen finally steps forwards once again, the freezing inferno and runes on the arm growing from its face growing brighter. 

"Trixies of Nefary's Nook, by shaking my hand you and your peers accept the terms of our deal enter a contract bound by my magic. If you have any amendments to make, now will be your last and only chance." The hand outstretched towards the leading Nefary as plumes of the similar green flames started to encircle all the other Nefary's bringing them into the contract as well, should it be accepted. The flames were freezing cold, brushing a bitter, frigid air unto the trixies. One could feel the presence of the divine magick in their very soul, grasping and clawing at it with intent, as if etching the very words of the contract into their immortal spirit. 

"*Do we have a deal?~*"
Joe
"..Hm..." *Nefary, the tired Trick'o'Light, narrowed her eyes toward the great and terrible contract laid out before them. She carefully studied the terms and conditions of their arrangement, considering any potential avenues to further their gains while simultaneously diminishing their end of the bargain. She was none too thrilled about sacrificing someone to a self proclaimed Lord of Flies, and apart of her thought of amending that term of their arrangement.. However... Nefary suspected that there was a limit to how far they could push Savarii's patience. Trying to so brazenly circumvent a clause of their contract so soon was a risk not worth taking, not yet at least.* "Mmm.. I... Suppose this is of... Adequate interest, good enough.. I guess." 

*She yawned, and flashed a sly smile at Savarii.* 

"...Though wouldn't it be oh so very funny if we were to- drop the deal? After all this effort? What a laugh that'd be, what a laugh... Oh but alas, this could actually be interesting..." *She shrugs, and seems almost disappointed that she couldn't do what she had just suggested.* "Very well then, we'll see where this goes..."

*Once the final terms of their contract were realized, the Trixies of Nefary's Nook were willing to strike a deal with the devil... Or at least a swarm of increasingly sinister sounding wasps.. Which was arguably worse.*

"Oohohohohohooo~! Ohhh... We're going to have a huge, kickass tower! Oh it'll be splendid~!"

"Heh.. Hehhe.. Oh it shall for sure stick it to those CUNTS in Cryselysia!"

"I'm going to get fucking HAMMERED! Who's with me!?"

"AYE! A-AYE.. ME! MEMEMEMEMEMEEEE~!"
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*Nefary, the tired Trick'o'Light, watched as everyone else was already celebrating their admittedly amenable bargain. Unfortunately for her, she somehow was stuck with hashing and actually agreeing to their.. Arrangement. She sighs, and looks back to Savarii.. Who offered to her an outstretched hand, a terribly harrowing thing that made Nefary's heart throb. For awhile she eyed the God's gesture, and grew increasingly more disgusted by the prospect of actually touching someone.. Alas... It had to be done.*

"...I.. I guess.. Eghh.." 

*Nefary warily eyed her hand, narrowing her gaze and shaking in her skin.*

"..But... If I shake your hand... I never want to touch you again, least of all for another one of... *These*."

*Nefary nervously laid a finger upon Savarii's hand, hesitating, before pressing her thumb at the back of her hand. "Shaking" Savarii's hand in a way that made clear that she'd never shook anyone's hand before.*

*This was likely the first time in a long time that she's made any prolonged contact with anyone.*
Margaret
"Oh, dropping the deal is within your prerogative. That's why I asked. Just trying to make sure you're all on board, my sweet darlings~"Savarii slurs coyly, seeming to identify the threat as more of an attempt to get a rise out of her or bother her. The 'ifs' and 'buts' presented might have been an amusing joke or a power play, but treating it as a joke and brushing it away was likely the best move anyway. Giving no notable reaction to a prank was definitely one way to suck the joy out of it. 

"I'm sure that if I wanted, I could find other mortals elsewhere who wouldn't ask for a tower. But, you all seem fun to keep around, it would be... *Disappointing~*" Savarii adds, finishing off with a slight compliment to the trixies. She smirks as she notices the others celebrating, giving her more than enough confirmation they would fully move ahead with the plan. 

As the tired Nefary eyed her and made her comment, the wasp shivered and twitched in both delight and mock offence. "Oh dear, my dear Nefary, you hurt me~ What's a little contact between friends? Surely my presence doesn't *Offend* In any way?"She teases, the wings of the wasp buzzing with excitement. Quickly brushing it off and moving on, the wasp continues "Well at least that rules *You* Out as the author of that last line of the contract, *What a shame~*!Oh well, I'm sure we can find some other option if we ever come to another agreement~" She chirps with a chilly sweetness. 

As Nefary touches the hand, Savarii's face hand wraps around hers. Her skin was smooth... *Too smooth*, lacking none of the folds, friction wrinkles or porous texture that skin had. The skin was freezing, beyond the chill of death, yet the energy exhaling from it was warm and prickly.

As the two hands touched and Savarii's claws curled in, the glowing black and green flames and runes spread down the flesh of Savarii's hand and start to propagate over Nefary's own hand, leaving a hollow, stabbing heat as it spread like a virus.

The flames would swirl around the two clasping hands, encircling Nefary. Runes and sigils would shine bright underneath each nearby Nefary. Green lights spread across the tree like fireworks as each trixie was caught in the deal's magic. Green flames arose from each sigil and bathed the trixies in the hollow, freezing heat. Cold like a corpse and yet burning like flames, yet never causing full tormenting pain or damage. 

The contract would light up in a green fire that, instead of emanating light, seemed to ensnare it and devour it. Runes and sigils in xerithid tongue appeared around it, matching what had been written by the other trixies. 

Then, within but a few moments, the flames would vanish into a puff of smoke... And Savarii would pull her hand back. The fire and sigils were gone, the only visible change and indication that all of that had happened was the contract, which was now hovering and glowing in a menacing glow. 

"*Goooooood~*" Savarii hisses, her hand pulling back into her face before the wasp face reappears. 

"And thus, the deal is struck~" She hisses with a bow.