"Fufu." Vizelle giggles, undoing her magic as Sett collapses. "Mmh. This should turn into one, wonderful partnership." She grins, as she puts on her dress. "Now then, thank you for the service." She hummed, moving towards the door, unless she's stopped. The sorceress returns to her headquarters, keeping a close eye on her surroundings just in case someone follows her.
"Indeed." Lorena smirks. "I should be getting ready for my own work." She shrugs off her coat, putting on some lacy lingerie. "After all, if I stop working as a courtesan myself, I might fall out of touch with what customers want." As Vizelle exits the brothel, she sees Lorena performing onstage to rapturous applause, her businesslike demeanor gone as she dances wantonly. Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100:24 On her way back, the witch notices nothing of import, returning back to headquarters unmolested.
Watching Lorena's show for a moment, Vizelle then heads back. She checks up on her disciples, and if nothing requiring her attention popped up. She asks Emperor Carius for the list of names of psionics.
It isn't too long before an inperial messenger arrives, bearing an encrypted data slate. So far, it only includes the names of psionics on the planet, but more will be added as the data is found.
She thanks the messenger as she takes the slate, grinning as she heard there would be more to come. "Thank you. And please send my regards to his Majesty." She hummed as she heads into her room to read up on the names, mostly trying to know if they hold any important positions.
Most of the psionics have already been claimed, either by the Order of Sorcerers, as Vizelle herself was, or by the Church. Presumably, there are also some in the criminal underworld, but they don't appear on official records for obvious reasons. Of those that don't belong to either organisation, the few with high ranks include: - The Minister of Trade - A spec ops officer - A captured prince from the Eternal Empire, in Navy custody
"Hmm. I will need to schedule a meeting with the church, and the order." Vizelle hummed, grinning as she saw the high ranking psionics. "Interesting." She cooed, and if it wasn't that late into the night. The sorceress decides to check on the captured prince.
It's after dark, but as a member of the emperor's council, no one can bar Vizelle as she enters the Admiralty building, and is escorted to meet the prince. Though she didn't expect him to be in a cell, due to his rank, she's surprised at the level of luxury the captive is allowed, as she enters into a luxury suite complete with crystal chandeliers. Music pumps softly from the back of the room, and she sees multiple officers and beautiful men and women, in what appears to be a party. On a platform in the center of the room, two beautiful non-human navy officers are entwined, to the delight of the party attendees. The prince sits on a plush couch at the back, a woman on either arm. "A toast!" He raises a glass. "To Emperor Carius, and our impending victory!" There's a cheer as the group drinks.
"Oh?" Vizelle raised an eyebrow as she saw the state of the "prisoner." She looked around, only to spot the prince yell. "My. For a captive, he does seem awfully "loyal." Shr giggled, licking her lips, she tests out how good the prince's psionic abilities were. Good evening, your highness. I'd like to have a chat. She whispered directly into his mind, keeping herself "anonymous" to test him.
Spoiler: The Prince's Psionic Roll D100: 36 (Fail) Vizelle feels the man's surprisingly potent psionic powers dash out, looking for the source, as he looks around in surprise. Unfortunately, though his power is strong, he's barely been trained, if at all, and he has no idea how to pin down the signature of a skilled witch like Vizelle's, even without her using her ancient ability to mask it. Who is this? Vizelle hears the words echo in her mind. A chat about what?
That's for you to find out later. Vizelle teased, letting out her seductive voice directly into his mind. But onto more important matters. I've been authorized by his highness to form an army made out of psionics. And I'm here to see if you're interested, or rather, if you're skilled enough for me to bother with.
Seeing his interest, Vizelle grins. An army needs a General, does it not? She teased, sending a vision of him standing in front of hundreds of thousands of citizens, all of them singing praises after a successful campaign. Ah, but before that. A test. Find me in within the next ten minutes, and we can talk more "intimately." She sent another teasing whisper, ending their link, Vizelle lightly masks her psionic energy, enough that a weak psionic can spot her if they tried.
Putting down his drink, the price quickly stands, detaching himself from the women at his side. Spoiler: Psionic Roll D100:54+15 (Intentionally Weak Defence)=69 (Pass) It takes a few moments, but a little while later, the young man stands before Vizelle, a confident smirk on his face. "Nice to meet you in person." His eyes roam her body. "And what a lovely person it is..."
"Fufu. So you can do it of you try. Wonderful." Vizelle grins as he stood before her. "Now then, why don't we discuss things somewhere private?" She said with a grins, asking the guards for an empty room.
"You read my mind." He chuckles, sliding a hand around her waist. The whole wing is dedicated to guest rooms for visiting dignitaries, so rooms are plentiful. Entering an unoccupied room, he lets the hand on her waist slip downwards. "So, is this where you convince me to join you?"
"Mmh." Vizelle lets out a moan as he gropes her round ass, "Maybe. But I think I've already captured your interest. So now, it's your turn to convince me to recruit you." She teased, pushing her hips backward to press her soft ass against his hand.
The young man grins, his hand sliding up her dress and squeezing her ass through the thin material of the leotard. "I'm very 'interested', but I've already made a deal to help the navy, I'm a busy man..." He chuckles. "As for 'convincing' you, I never paid much attention to psionic training, but there was one area in which I studied hard." If Vizelle doesn't choose to actively resist, she's brought to her knees as every nerve in her body screams with pleasure, brought about by a powerful psionic pulse. Again, there's no refinement to his skills, but the sheer scale of his power is enough to overwhelm her senses. In terms of raw power, she's reminded of Alexandros and Rikkert, though those two are much stronger due to being trained.
Eanne smiled at Bec, but shook her head 'no'. “I want to be there and observe things in person, maybe even help with the search. Though I appreciate the concern and will make sure to stand at a distance, in case any traps get triggered.”
