"Fuck." Auxilia-prime sighed, the sparks and lightning dying out as her fighting spirit dimmed. "This sort of thing is exactly what I was hoping to avoid by keeping a low profile. But I can't ignore this." She reached behind her back and under her shirt, unspooling a cable from a port in the small of her back. Stepping down from her dramatic perch, she sorted through the remnants of the computer equipment to find the right adapter. "AC, MicroUSB, HDMI, serial... seriously? I still have this? Who even uses VGA anymore? Here we go. Cat-6 okay?" She offered Darclight a network cable, "show me your monsters."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Super!" the deviless was positively aglow with pride, or maybe that was just all the healing energy she had output to keep the patients alive with everything that Tabs was doing to them, "I was particularly fond of the awakened gazebo, I think it has a long and full career ahead of it." With a puff of purple smoke and flame, she produced a business card, "Besiruilbu, M.D. but we are colleagues, please call me Bess."<br/><br/>The business card read,<br/><br/><em>Besiruilbu, Medicinae Diabola<br/>Hypocritic Sisterhood<br/>City of Dis, 6th Circle </em><br/><br/>"But I promised to show you my special project if you did well, did I not? And so you have." With another gout of purple flame, she produced an amethyst that spiraled in on itself in a fractal continuum; looking into it would only draw the gaze deeper and deeper, and in each facet there was a bright tint of<em>awareness</em>from within. "It is something from this world they call a Sorceress Supreme. Or the soul of it, at least. I was surprised to see that a soul crystal could hold such a thing, but I think the interior space may be infinite."<br/><br/>She looked on the little crystal with pride, "I think she wants to be out, but it is like trying to pull something from a black hole, yes? I have tried some methods, but I have no wish to cause damage." As an afterthought, "Also, I would need somewhere to put her."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As it bent its tentacles toward pressing against the sonic barrier, there was only one plaything within reach and that was Whitney. The doggirl could feel Atlantia's control take hold of the sea monster as its tentacled grip became less violent and more soft, holding her gently above the waves instead of trying to squish her. A couple of tentacles reached far below the surface and dredged up two chipped and seaweed-covered teacups, both dainty little things washed clean by time and tide. For lack of tea water, it substituted seawater, and a couple of tea bags that might have been old when they were thrown into the harbor by angry tax protesters.<br/><br/>As it put one of the teacups in Whitney's hands and raised its own on the very tiniest tip of a tentacle in what might've passed for elegant among kraken, it<em>almost</em>looked pleased with itself.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ace is ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL, all she needs to do is disable the barrier and it's go time. Whitney gets to have a tea party with the monster, because I gotta be me.<br/><br/>Taking one opportunity from Ace and Tabs each, so collect ye PP.</div></div>