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Brutus looked back at Savior as she left.

What the heck kinda answer was THAT? he thought, puzzled.

He decided it would be best to ignore it for now. He put away Incarceron and its sequel Sapphique, cleaned up the mess the Penultimate and Savior had left on the table earlier, and headed upstairs, to see if anything needed doing.

As he looked to either side of him, inspecting the cleanliness of the place, Lucia and Naiana approached from the opposite end of the hall, talking about something, or more likely, nothing. They stopped when they saw him.

"Good evening ladies. I trust things are going well?"

"Well, you know us, Brutus. We were just cleaning up the upper floor of the library with Angel, and its filthy. Books everywhere." Lucia smiled, and exchanged glances with Naiana.

"Though, I can't say the circumstance was entirely useless. You tend to find things when you clean up." Naiana pulled a book from a satchel she had at her side, and turned pages, mock-intellectually.

Brutus snatched the book from her. Treasures of the Elements, it read. Brutus smiled at the discovery, and Lucia crossed her arms.

"Oh...I should say not." Brutus grinned to himself, thinking of all the possibilities, "Good night, ladies. I'll take especially good care to make sure this doesn't get misplaced."

The two stepped to him, and kissed him on either cheek, before heading back to the library. It was late, and so they wouldn't have much to do, but they still had to do some last-minute tidying up. As for Brutus...it seemed he would have some reading to catch up to.

The next morning, the butler-slash-bodyguard would wake up to the sound of a blaring regal trumpet. As soon as his heart stopped palpitating from the startling sound, he hurried downstairs. Only one reason such an annoying sound would be called for. The Penultimate had an announcement.

He joined the others in the parlor, in a crowd the Penultimate. He reached down, and erected a slab of marble floor for a small stage.

"Ahem...may I have your attention, please? Hello? Excuse me?" The Penultimate seemed to have drummed up excitement over the announcement, rather than actually catching any attention, "SILENCE, YA NASTIES! YOU MUST HAVE FORGOTTEN! INDEED! SO SAYS I!"

The crowd was silent now, turned fully to pay him the attention his office commanded, and so he could be nice again; the doom-cloud faded from overhead, "Thank you. Now. Since I have your attention, I would like to take this time to welcome all three of our latest newcomers. Dyndron, our newest butler. Bridgette, our newest maid. And Savior, my newest student."

The crowd applauded them, and the Penultimate held his hands up again, "Yes, yes, exactly. And so, in order to celebrate their arrivals, I think it would only be appropriate that we celebrate their arrival properly. With a party! A ball, of sorts. Now. Since you all are beloved friends of mine, as well as my loyal servants, I am allowing you to interact with guests. You may fraternize, and have a good time. However...don't allow this to interfere with your duties. When you are needed, please don't shirk your duties. Otherwise, have a fun time preparing for the ball, and have a fun time celebrating with me! That is all."

The Penultimate waved the floor back to normal, and walked out of the room. He would leave them to their excitement.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Savior's eyes grew wide. A ball? Sweet!

 It was like a fairytale come true. A real ball with handsome princes and waltzes and a grand ballroom and everything! Oh, how wonderful. It was what every girl dreamed of.

Bridgette's eyes grew wide. A ball in her honor? She was humbled. To think the Penultimate could be so kind to his subjects. He truly was amazing. Bridgette blushed slightly. He was an amazing ruler.

"Bridgette! A ball! We're having a ball!" Savior squealed, grabbing the maid by the hands and bouncing excitedly.

"I've never been to a ball before! Oh, this is epic! Je nos poli atris!" Savior shrieked with glee before running off to Dyndron.

Bridgette paled. Oh, dear. She had alot of work to do when it came to preparing Savior.

 No matter, before all was said and done she would turn Savior into a proper lady.

Dyndron's eyes grew wide. A ball! For him!  It was unbelievable. The Master was too generous. This made up for most of the torture Brutus put him through. Perhaps, he'd meet a few cute girls at the party.

Savior skipped towards him.

"Dyndron! Os volis egsitay? Ko vagala pur doks!" She said grinning ear to ear.

"What? Ms. Savior I can't understand-"

"A ball! Are you not hyped?" Savior said switching from Parallelan.

Bridgette rushed over and grabbed the bouncing girl.

"Savior, come along. We have much to do. Congratulations, Dyndron, you deserve it." Bridgette said with a smile.

"Bridgette, can you give me dance lessons?"

"Whatever you want, Savior. Just remember your etiquette training when the time arrives."

"I will! I promise!"

Dyndron watched the pair disappear around the corner. What an interesting duo : the cool, collected maid and the excitable student. Only in Celadon.

"Congratulations, Dyndron." Brutus said placing a hand on his pupils shoulder.

"You've earned it."
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"As for me" he continued, gripping tighter on Dyndron's shoulder all of a sudden, "I have some preparations to make. It seems things are coming along much quicker than I planned. I'll be with Lucia, Naiana and Angel. The Library seems to never be clean."

Dyndron looked at Brutus, confused, as he walked away. It seemed he was always talking strangely like that since Savior had arrived. As though reading Dyndron's mind, Nikolai spoke from behind him, giving the poor boy a start.

"So you've noticed it, as well..." He spoke, his voice grave; his eyes narrowed, "That brute may be a bully. Even an oppressor. But he's by no means a fool. I suggest you take the study with me and Zei."

"You...but...won't Bridgette and Savior be in the room just down the hall?" Dyndron blinked.

Nikolai smirked, pushing up the glasses he wore just for show, "My, don't you catch on quick. Now," He paused, thinking a second, and then putting his glasses into his, "Kayomena onein. Ver hafna to kelenei zund estudaiyein."

The two walked away, Nikolai looking back with a triumphant smirk at Angel, who had moved suspiciously closer as the two were speaking. She menaced him, annoyed.

She HATED when he did that. He KNEW she didn't understand Celadonian.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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"Savior, hurry up!" Bridgette called from the parlor. Savior walked to her, eyes downcast.

"Something wrong? Weren't you just jumping like a Harlonian thunder rabbit?"

"Yeah, it's just..., I need to go to my room real quick. I need to get something."

More accurately Savior needed to talk to someone.

"Very well. Just don't take to long. We have a lot to cover." Bridgette advised.

Might as well let the girl get her head on straight. If Savior needed a five minute break to prepare for a five hour lesson, so be it.

Savior tipped toed into the greenhouse  and plucked the reddest rose she could find.

She sneaked back to her room and scattered the petals in a basin she'd filled with perfume mixed with water. Finally, she placed her ring at the bottom of the bowl.

"I call upon the Lady of Love, Romance Incarnate, the Beautiful Aphrodite. I ask that I may speak to the loveliest maiden in all of existence. I beg-"

"Alright, that's enough sucking up." Aphrodite's voice came from the bottom of the basin.

"Lady Aphrodite! How come I can't see you?" Savior asked.

Aphrodite chuckled.

"My dear, Savior. I don't exactly have my face on yet. A goddess only shows herself when she's in full makeup."

Savior smiled. She missed Aphrodite.

"So tell me, why have you called me so early in the morning? Has the Penultimate been acting up?"

"Oh no, he's been great. Except for the whole thing with the Kitty of Doom-"

"He made you fight the Kitty of Doom?" Aphrodite's voice filled with anger. She'd told him to wait until Savior was older before facing Fluffy. Mortals were so disobedient.

"Yeah, but I took him down. All it took was a little clover oil." Savior reassured her.

No one deserved the wrath of the love goddess.

"You did? I'm so proud. There for a week and already taking down giant cats. Oh, Savior I simply must get you a gift! I know! A dress! I'll get you the must splendid dress! You'll look so adorable-"

As Aphrodite went on and on about fashion, Savior relaxed. For a moment she forgot Brutus. She forgot the Penultimate. She forgot Celadon and remembered the lake. When she first met Aphrodite.

After Savior dived into that lake that fateful day, she grabbed the glittering
She swam to the bottom and somehow came up to the top. She was in what appeared to be a swimming pool.

"You there!" A feminine voice called.

"Did Poseidon send you? Tell that clump of seaweed I'm not interested." The voice said, annoyed.

"Uh..who are you..miss?" She started to shiver the water was really getting cold.

"Who am I? WHO AM I? I AM APHRODITE! THE GODDESS OF LOVE HERSELF! AND WHO ARE YOU?" The voice roared.  The girl looked around frantically, searching for the owner of the voice.

"I'm sorry, Miss Aphrodite! I didn't mean-" The little girl felt her bracelet grow hot. The water surrounding her turned green. The next thing she knew, she was floating in a sea of greenery.

"Huh?  How did-? " A female hand reached out to the girl and hoisted her out of the pool. The woman was the most beautiful person she had ever seen.

"Well now, this is your lucky day little girl." Aphrodite said with a mischievous smile.

"Tell me, how would you like a makeover?"

.................................................................

"Oh, it'll be marvelous!" Aphrodite continued.

"Yes, it will."
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Zei had already been cleaning for about ten minutes, and so he was glad when Nikolai and Dyndron arrived. Typically the study wasn't all that dirty, needing all THAT much attention, but today, it seemed to require extra-special care.

The office supplies were misplaced, as they often were when the Penultimate got restless with an idea, and for some reason, the books were out of order, as well. Zei frowned. THAT was unlike the Penultimate. He had been there as long as the Penultimate kept servants around, and never once had the reality bender been so careless as to put books out of place.

Never once.

Zei motioned to Nikolai across the room, "Nikolai, come see this. The Penultimate's book, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, was misplaced. So was The Body of Christopher Creed and Tales of Mystery and Terror. You KNOW that the Penultimate is ADAMANT about his books."

Nikolai looked at the book as he inspected it meticulously. He looked up, as though to say something to Zei, but said nothing more than a thoughtful, "Hm. Interesting."

He tossed it to Dyndron, who had almost expected some more intelligent response, "Put that in the C's."

"C's? It's ALICE'S Adventures in Wonderland!"

"Yes. By Lewis Carroll. C's." Nikolai didn't bother to turn around as he went to the shelves looking for more errors in Dewey-Decimal organization.

He headed to the bookshelf next to the threshold that connected that end of the study to the library. The books seemed to be all in fairly good order. Books to teach various arts. Books to teach various sciences. Even a book to teach you how to Dougie. Nikolai got a chuckle off that last one.

His laugh would quickly be silenced, however, when he looked up from a kneeling position to see a pair of expensive shoes. A nice black suit. A wide-shouldered masculine physique. Handsome features curled into a condescending smirk. Black hair. Brutus.

Simultaneously, they accusingly menaced each other, "What are you up to? ME? I asked you first!"

Dyndron raised an eyebrow, and crossed his arms, a bit amused, "Are you two working on an act?"

"Hush up, you!" The two looked back at him simultaneously, and he hurried back to help Zei.

Brutus exhaled, irritated. Nikolai slipped a book back into the shelf, and crossed his arms.

"So. Do you need some help over here with the books?" Brutus looked around, making his way forward.

Nikolai put up a hand.

"No need. We have everything in hand here. I think you should help the girls. They're the ones trying to carry stacks of books too heavy for them." He motioned over Brutus' shoulder to see Naiana accidentally drop a huge tome on ancient Elfin History.

"Well, I've already been helping those girls a while." Brutus smirked, "Now it's time to help YOU girls."

Nikolai would have responded, if not for Zei taking offense to it first. He quickly sat down the book he was about to put away, and walked up to the brute with narrowed eyes. He snorted disdainfully, shaking his head a bit, and just as Brutus got ready to make some snide remark, Zei put his pointer finger onto Brutus' nose.

"Who in the depths of doom and perdition do you think you are?" The vigor of youth seemed to flash for a second, in Zei's old eyes, and Brutus nearly forgot that Zei was more than twice as old as him, "I could probably carry ten times more than you, if not more! Why, I ought to drop kick you right now, you ignorant, brutish neanderthal! What say you, philistine? I'll take you right here and now!"

Quick as a cat, Zei retracted from Brutus, striking perfect mantis stance. Brutus could tell because he, too, was versed in the Safarian martial art of Equus Bellum. Still, however, he didn't care to return the hostilities. There would come a time for that.

"All right, Old Man", Brutus put up a hand condescendingly, "You've had your moment of relived youth. But let's not get riled up. Don't want the Penultimate to blame me if you go and break a hip, or have a heart palpitation."

"I'll show YOU a palpitation--!" He started toward Brutus, rolling up his sleeves with the perfect crab-claw technique in mind, but Nikolai wouldn't have it.

"Zei, I think that's enough." Nikolai could see where this was going, "Brutus. We don't want or need your help. Thanks for asking, but just...go back with the girls. Honestly, there's no need for trouble."

Brutus looked back as Zei grudgingly went back to the books, "All right. If you say so, bookworm. Good Lord, you'd think people would appreciate an offer for a helping hand."

Zei menaced Brutus, and Dyndron looked almost-blankly, hoping he wouldn't try to hurt poor old Zei. Nikolai was unfazed beyond irritation at Brutus' presence. In return, Brutus looked slyly pleased at having ruffled them all.

Having done what he came for, he went back into the study without another word.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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The next day, when the Penultimate woke up, he was glad to see, the preparations were already under way. The sounds of bustling servants was always a good thing.

Nikolai helping Zei with balloons.

Dyndron "helping" in the kitchen with the meals that took longer to make. Whenever he wasn't sneaking finger-scoops of mintfruit pie and other sweets.

Terryffinda and a few other maids making the calls and contacts to everyone on the invitation list.

Brutus putting away all potentially dangerous objects and creatures.

Things seemed to be going well.

Now, to just stay out of any potentially messy trouble for the duration of the party preparation. Immediately, they flashed to mind.

Wise and Sapient.

He leapt up from bed, zapped on some regular clothes and bolted out the door to make sure the two hadn't gotten themselves into any trouble.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Savior's lady lessons were going reasonably well. She had managed to walk the tight rope without falling. Chatting with Aphrodite had significately raised her spirits. Even Bridgette seemed pleased with Savior's progress.

"When drinking we?" asked Bridgette.

"Sip, not slurp." Savior replied.

"We wipe our mouths with?"

"Our napkins and not our sleeves."

"We sit?"

"With our backs straight and our hands folded in our laps with our legs closed."

Bridgette clapped with glee.

"Oh, Savior this is seemly marvelous. You're well on your way to being a proper lady!"

"Sweet. So does this mean I get to play video games now?"

"But of course!"

"Whoo! I'mma gonna play Tetris!" Savior squealed as she sped off to her room.
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Terryffinda hurried into the computer lab with Techne at her heels.

"Do...not...touch...ANYTHING!" She watched the trio of girls like a hawk, making sure they didn't do anything to damage her precious lab.

"Oh, cool it, Techie," Terryffinda scoffed, not even turning to face Techne, "we're just using the computer to get a hold of some of the Penultimate's contacts. Some of the Heroes of Celadon, and some dignitaries. Keep your overalls on."

Techne twitched, "It's Techne. I'm much more than a techie. I'm an inventor, an engineer, a scientist, a--"

"A braggart!" One of the other maids giggled. She was quickly shut up by a fierce glare that would have set a baby on fire.

"Look. I don't have time to watch you all." Techne began again, when the maid's heart began beating again, "I'm too busy setting up the games for the ball. In case there's folks that don't feel like waltzing and pretending to be better than they actually are. So. I'm gonna leave you in the hands of Computress. She'll let me know if you do anything other than get in contact with invites on the Penultimate's list."

The grime-covered Tech Elf trudged off in the opposite direction to finish the Quantum-Mechanical Bounce House, as the younger maids chuckled at her relatively more boyish clothes. But Terryffinda knew better. She was silent as she approached the huge, movie-screen sized computer, and sat with nary a word.

She looked up and down the huge keyboard. Plenty of strange controls that had no meaning to her at all. 'Analyze', 'Deduce', 'Solve', 'Infer', 'Figure Conundrum', 'Complete Test', 'Experiment', and plenty of others. Finally, she spotted the button to turn it on.

A great staticky hum as the computer whirred to life. All the starting screens hummed, and stirred, and beeped and clicked, and finally, there came a female voice.

Though it wasn't quite as friendly as they had seen with Techne or with the Penultimate.

"Identify yourself. Vital Signs and Aesthetic Morphology unfamiliar."

Terryffinda looked back at the girls, who returned her confusion.

"I repeat. Identify yourself. Vital Signs and Aesthetic Morphology unfamiliar."

One of the girls was giggling so hard, she could barely get out, "Oooohhh! Scary computer! Tis I! The Penultimate!"

The two foolish maids laughed for a second longer, before Terryffinda gasped, and jumped back out of the chair. The seat had grown hot as a wok in a Chinese restaurant. And the face of the computer did not look nice, as a monstrous face splayed across it, menacing the three hatefully.

"Access Denied. Accessing Castle's security codes...

001010101010101101001000101010101010101001010101001010101010101010101
0001100010101001010101010010001010010100100101000001100101101110111111
1101010010101010100000010111010111001101101001010101001010010101011010
1001100101011010101010101010101010100010101010101000000010100111111111
11111000000000000000000111001101010110110101010101.......

Now shifting to MakeYaPassAwayAndDie Mode. Password: 'Tis I, the Penultimate.

Password Override? Affirmative.

Now assuming control of the Penultimate's manor. Self-destruct function reprogrammed into laser capability.

Shield from Technopathic Assaults? Affirmative.

Attack mode active..."

The girls looked at one another, panicked. Terryffinda looked up at the screen as the monstrous face silently laughed like a maniac, and looked down to the keys only to realize that they, too had been superheated. Stupid Penultimate and his defenses. If only she had taken the time to learn them when Techne offered that one day.

"ABORT!" She called out, hoping the thing would recognize voice commands. It didn't.

"Attempting to assume vocal capacity over Control Panel. Technopathic assault averted.

Charging Antimatter Cannons.

Arming Supernova Capacitor.

Engaging Warp-Drive Disruptors.

Preparing victory pie. "

The maids were now in full-on panic mode. They called out to Techne, who was nowhere to be found. And escape was not an option. Every door had sealed airtight, lights were blaring, and various mechanical pseudo-humanoids had been armed, and sent to various battle-stations, awaiting only a word.

"Please! Shut off! Shut down! Stand down! STOP! Something!!!"

Terryffinda tried to look for something to press the buttons with. Analyze. Deduce. Solve Test. Nothing worked! Even the off button refused to cooperate. And pulling the cord out did little.

"Hostile thoughts detected. Hostile actions noted. Switching to wireless mode.

Booting Space-Time Fibrillator.

Oscillating Psychic-Wave Emulsifier.

Charging Matter-to-Energy Transducer.

Uploading program GVSM: Geonomial Virus Sequence Inducer."

Finally, the poor girls could stand it no longer. They simply ran to the back of the laboratory, and began banging hard as they could on the door. Hopefully SOMEBODY would hear before the countdown began. If not, they were headed for certain demise.

And where WAS Techne and the others?
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Savior skipped to her room and stopped in her tracks. She had just remember she'd given Techne her Xbox to fix that little 'Red Ring Of Death' glitch. Well, the Tech elf had to be done by now.

As she walked the corridors leaning to Techne's lab she noticed two things.

1) There were all sorts of alarms going off.
2) She smelt pie baking.

This could not be good. Savior rushed to the lab. The door was locked.

"What's goin' on up in here?" she called as she pounded on the steel door.

"Help! We're trapped! The palace is going to blow up!" Savior heard someone scream.

Pekas...

"How long until it blows?" Savior asked frantically.

"We don't know!" Someone hysterically sobbed.

Vanisito! There was no one in sight and she had no idea how much time she had left. What to do?

The clover on her bracelet glowed brightly. Maybe....

Savior closed her eyes and concentrated. A long, thick vine with an extremely sharp point formed in her hand. Okay...That's useful..somehow..

What could a vine do to a steel door. Nothing..but a sharpened vine. She poked the door with the tip of the vine. It formed a small indent. Hmm....

Savior sketched the outline of a person into the door. Cautiously, she gave it a slight push.

The outline fell through with a thud. The three maids stared at Savior in bewilderment through the hole.

"Uh...hi!" Savior said, smiling weakly.

Terryfinda spoke first.

"How on Celadon, did you-"

"Manage to put the manor in Attack Mode?," Savior finished.
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"It was an accident!" one of the maids cried.

"All I said was 'Tis, I Penultimate!' and then all the computer went haywire!"

Savior resisted the urge to facepalm. Even she knew that saying the favorite catch phrase was a bad idea, especially when he was in earshot. Wait...catch phrase!

"Stop this foolishness! So Says I!" Savior yelled.

'Access Denied.'

Well, it was worth a shot.

"What are the chances of the palace being destroyed only days before the best day of my life?" one of the maids shrieked.

".25% possibility." Savior groaned.

"What?" asked Terryffinda.

"Point two five percent probability of the palace going into Attack Mode by accid- Wait! That means--! Computress can't go into Attack Mode!" Savior gasped.

"You do realize that makes absolutely no sense?" Terryffinda said as the alarms blared ever louder.

"It does to me." Savior walked up to the computer, "Computress, you have to stop. The chances of these maids being an actual threat is less than point twelve percent. The chance that they're shapeshifters or mages or illusionists disguised as helpless maids is even lower. They're harmless...there's no need to attack them, and to do so would be highly illogical, a waste of perfectly good resources, and most displeasing to the Penultimate."

Computress paused a second, "...Alert! Stochastic Fields Breached! Initiating Clover Protocol. All systems Abort!"

The alarms went off. Savior smiled. And then fainted.
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As Savior was coming to, she saw Techne, Terryffinda and Bridgette towering over her. She was still on the ground. Only the two younger maids seemed unfazed by her condition. Computress under control, they gladly went back to handling the invitations instead of helping her. After all, the invitations wouldn't send themselves. Techne hadn't worked out that technology yet.

Savior looked around, a bit dazed still, "Um...what happened? Last thing I remember, something happened with the thing, and the thing...and then I was on the ground. What gives?"

Bridgette sighed with relief, "Well, I'm glad to see you're back to yourself. And it looks like the maids here owe you big thanks. Computress didn't recognize them, and if not for whatever you said, they'd be quantum physical space-dust in the wind."

Techne held out her arm, and what looked like a tricked-out wristwatch flashed a scanning wave of energy across Savior's body. Strange mechanical sounds, computer-y beeps, buzzes, whirs and flashes, and finally...

"All systems functioning. Growth, development and function unimpeded. Vital signs near-optimum." The watch spoke with Computress's voice, and Techne looked over to the huge screen to see Computress flashing a stock photo of a sheepish thumbs-up.

But, then another sound came. Some unusual blinking, beeping, buzzing, tinny sound; a strange, only-vaguely-familiar combination of sounds. Techne looked down at the watch, back to Computress, and back to the watch. Was it busted? Was it picking up on a rogue indication? Surely, it couldn't be...

Then she noticed it. That...that charm bracelet. It looked SO familiar. Especially a particular charm on it. Forgetting herself for a second, the Tech Elf grabbed Savior's hand, as she stood with help from Bridgette, and analyzed every charm. Far too old for her to have bought it. Maybe an heirloom. SURELY she couldn't have STOLEN it; she didn't seem NEARLY crafty enough.

"Hey, Savior", Techne didn't take her eyes off of the lovely jewelry, "You mind if I take a closer look at this?"

Savior was, naturally, confused, "Huh? What for?"

"Honest. I'll give it back as soon as I can." Techne began fishing in the front pocket of her overalls, and handed Savior a small metal cube, "Play with this until I get it back to you."

Savior eyed the cube suspiciously for a second. Really? Techne expected her to entertain herself with THIS? It was only when the thing jumped out of her hands and unfolded about fifty times into a hover scooter, that she seemed a bit more ready to make the exchange. And, as though a normal hover scooter wasn't enough, it was a HIGH-SPEED hover scooter.

 "I, um, er, uh, I..." Savior stopped herself and took a breath, before finally suggesting with a goofy grin, "Here. Take my bracelet. Wouldn't want to lose it on this loverly hover-scooter..."
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Techne looked at the charm bracelet the entire way to the Penultimate. When at last she reached him in his study, he beckoned her to enter without even looking up to see who she was.

"Ra--", the Penultimate looked up, and Techne rolled her eyes, correcting herself, "PENULTIMATE...this bracelet of Savior's. It's giving off some strange readings on my scanners."

"Yes, I'm aware..." The Penultimate didn't look up from his book; it was far too interesting.

Techne continued, "Well, I don't think you under--wait, what? You knew that Savior had the Ring of Tyche on her charm bracelet?"

The Penultimate finally looked up from his book, "Yes. Hence her bout with the Kitty of Doom; to confirm my suspicions. You know that Brutus was the last NON-superhuman I've ever sent to face Mr. Fluffums. After that, only invaders, and students of mine."

Techne looked at the charm bracelet again. She knew full well not to try wearing it herself, though. If the legends were any indicator, she'd get a nasty surprise if she wasn't meant to wear it. And so, it was time to return the bracelet to its rightful wearer. If she could wear it without some horrible fate befalling her, more power to her.

The Tech Elf headed back out of the room to find Savior, whistling pleasantly, past a very surprised Brutus. Though he pretended to be cleaning, oblivious of what he had overheard, it registered loud and clear in his mind. That bracelet. And more importantly, that ring. He must get his hands on it.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Savior zoomed across the grounds on the hover scooter. This was too cool. The wind in her hair. The sun, or at least one of them, in her face. All was good in the world. Yep, blacking out when all Hades is breaking loose and waking up on the floor of a lab is no big deal.

However, trading the only thing that was truly yours for a flying scooter was. Well, Techne would give it back soon enough.

Savior stopped the scooter and looked at her wrist. It seemed so bare. She'd had it for so long, it was strange not to be wearing it.

Savior started the scooter back up.

She flew past by the Penultimate's study where she saw the Penultimate chatting with Brutus. She waved but neither  seemed to notice her. Savior eased closer to the window and pressed her ear to the glass.

"Is she alright?" Brutus asked.

"Fine. Techne said she's flying around somewhere." The Penultimate replied.

"Flying?"

"Hoover scooter."

"Ah, still it wouldn't hurt to check on her. I just want to make sure she's alright."

There was a ruffling of pages followed by a slight thud. The Penultimate had put his book down. In Savior's mind that meant serious business.

"Since when have you been so concrned about, Savior? I was starting to get the impression you loathed her."

"On the contrary, I've grown fond of her. Her eagerness to learn, kind heart, adorable smile. Yes, she's a little ball of sunshine, she is."

Savior frowned. This sounded like Hermes telling Zeus he wanted to have his babies. Wrong on so many levels. 

"Brutus, am I a fool?"

"No, sir."

"Thought not."

Savior zoomed past the window. She'd heard enough.
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When Brutus was excused from his presence, the Penultimate went back to reading. But, with that stupid thought in his mind--Brutus was NEVER that caring about guests!-- he simply couldn't finish the chapter. He hated that stupid daze, brought about by his brooding, in which he would find himself re-scanning the same sentence over and over.

And so to relieve it--

"SAVIOR!"

Savior was whirling and whooshing through the air one second, and the next, she was in front of the Penultimate in the study, still on the hover-scooter, with the exception that it was now turned off, and parked on the floor.

The Penultimate stood; his arms were folded, his foot was tapping on the floor, and his eyebrow was raised in aimless suspicion. It was unknown if he was mad at HER for something, or at something else that had happened. Savior hated that kind of tense silence. And so she broke it. It was perhaps the only thing she could get away with breaking.

"What's up with you? I don't remember breaking anything recently."

"It's not about anything you broke", the Penultimate unfolded his arms with a sigh, "It's about you simply being here."

"Well, dang! Aphrodite SAID you would let me--!"

"Let me finish." The Penultimate put up a hand, "It's about the fact that since you got here, Brutus and a couple other servants have been acting stranger than usual. And that's saying something. To the others, Brutus is rude and insensitive and uncaring, even sarcastic and cynical, but to you, he's nice. Really nice. Like, TOO nice. Tell me...is he like that when I'm not around?"

"Well", Savior though a moment; should she out Brutus' attitude behind the Penultimate's back? She didn't really care much for Brutus, but she didn't want to get him in trouble, "Well, uh, no. He's a bit of a weirdo, and can be a jerk to the others at times, but for the most part, he's, um...he's cool."

The Penultimate leaned in from a few feet away, eying her as though to scan for traces of deception, and finally he turned around, and sat back down to his book. Sapphique was getting good. It was certainly a welcome relief from reading the Eragon series and ATTEMPTING each of the Twilight books.

Savior stood there, blinked, and turned to leave as she realized she was dismissed. Surely the Penultimate would fetch Techne to get rid of the hover scooter, and she wouldn't get to read his latest works until he was finished with the entire chapter. And so, otherwise, there was no reason to remain in his presence.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Later, Savior zoomed on the hover scooter singing.

<I need to be reassured.  The signs all point down. Where is up? Is it in my heart?> She sang loudly (and slightly off key
in Parallelan.>

<It is where the love. It is where the light is.> Bridgette joined in as she turned the corner.

Savior stopped and parked.

"Hi there! What's goin' on?," Savior said casually.

"I was just looking for you. Where have you been and what have you been getting into?"

"I been around. Just chillin'. You know...hovering and all that," Savior said avoiding the maid's eyes.

"Savior.."

"Yes'm?"

"Look at me." It was a command not a request. The girl looked into her eyes. Bridgette saw uncertainty in those green irises.

Bridgette blinked. Yes, definitely brown. Now at least. Bridgette walked over to her charge.

"Savior, is there something wrong? Is there anything on your mind?"

"No."

"Savior."

"I'm fine! Don't worry! I'm just nervous!"

"About?"

"Er..ah...the ball and stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"What is with you people and questions?" Savior murmured.

"Excuse me?" Bridgette said .

"I asked if we could go to the library and pick up some manga!"

"Very well. I still  want to know what's wrong with you, though."
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Bridgette made her way down the hallway, humming to herself. A few things out of place, she gladly straightened them, and after that, would be headed back to her room.

A great sigh of relief, as she disrobed, and put on her night gown.

She fell back onto the plush satin bed, and looked around, only to be startled back up from her rest again.

"Dyndron!" She exclaimed, wondering internally how long he had been standing there.

"Um...hi, Bridgette." He was blushing, and Bridgette hoped that didn't mean what she thought it meant.

"Yes?"

Dyndron sat in the chair nearest her door, and closed the door behind him, "Well...um, er, I don't know how to say this."

Bridgette reclined slightly, crossing her legs. He didn't mean to, but Bridgette saw where his eyes wandered.

"Go ahead. Whatever you needed or wanted, feel free to ask."

Dyndron blushed even more. He tugged nervously to loosen his tie. Was it getting hot? If Bridgette didn't feel it, HE certainly did. He loosened his pants a bit, too, to cover his...over-eagerness. And Bridgette watched in growing suspicion, as he strode, almost hesitantly, to sit next to her. Just what heck did this kid have in mind?

His voice was uneasy, his breath was nervous, and he seemed to be slightly sweating. At last, he could stand the nervous no longer, and turned slightly, finally having built up the courage to say what was on his mind.

However...Dyndron would get no further than that. As soon as he twitched with the suggestion of a forward movement, a startled Bridgette snatched him by the collar, and the wrist he put nearest to her, backed him up over the foot she placed precisely behind him, and pushed with all her might to knock his larger frame heavily to the wooden floor.

She menaced him, swearing some hideously violent threat in Old Celadonian, and hissed finally, "If you plan to take advantage of me, you've got another thing coming. Try to touch me again, and I promise, I'll scream."

Dyndron only blinked absent-mindedly, hands up in pitiful jest of self-defense, as he had no idea what Bridgette had up her sleeve. His eyes closed, as though in prayer (likely that she wouldn't break any of his bones), and he tried his best to stammer out an explanation.

"Ple-please don't hurt me! I-I-I just wa-wanted to ask your help! I-I-I can't d-d-dance!"

Bridgette eyed him a second, taken off guard by the strange comment, and then lets Dyndron up off the ground. He catches his breath, and backs up from Bridgette, horrified at the strength that her lovely feminine physique concealed. He bent over, panting, hands on knees, when Bridgette spoke again.

"What did you say?"

"I...", he stood, hesitating to repeat himself; it was so embarrassing, "I said...I can't dance."

Bridgette looked at him a second longer and her glance changed from suspicion to fondness. How cute. She should have known he had a harmless reason for coming into her room. She stepped toward him with a smile, and he flinched, but she assured him, she had no plans of harming him, since she realized he had no plans of harming her.

"Really now? Can't dance. Well, we'll see if we can't do something to change that."

Dyndron's face brightened again, as she beckoned for him to take the dancing position. He mentally thanked God and then tried his best not to look too eager as he met her in a dancing stance.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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Savior rolled over in her bed and sniffed. Roses? She opened her eyes and sat up in her bed. She surveyed her room.

Not a flower in sight. Savior heard an odd rustling sound. She turned to her curtains which were gently flapping in the night air. She must have left the window open. The smell must have been coming from outside. Savior drowsily crawled out of bed and went to her window. She began to close it when a bright light shined from the sky.

Savior looked up into the warm light that shoned from above the clouds. On the manor's grounds dove began sing a beautiful melody in perfect unison.

"What is going on?" Savior whispered. Was this normal for the Penultimate?

(So um I have to finish reediting this)
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When the music stopped at last, Dyndron's heart was racing. He had never held a girl so close before, and Bridgette was a lovely first. She was stylish and elegant, so graceful on her feet.

And witty...

And clever...

And pretty...

He stopped himself, embarrassed. What was he thinking? She'd never go for somebody like him. She was older and, even though she claimed to be a peasant, simply carried herself like she was too good for him. Perhaps she was.

Bridgette put her hand under his chin, and looked him in the eye.

"Dyndron?" Bridgette spoke sweetly, "What's wrong?"

Dyndron was blushing again, and he could barely face her, "I...well..."

"Well, what?" Bridgette chuckled, "Spit it out!"

"Well...I've never kissed a girl before!" He finally said it, hyperventilating.

Flushing deep red, Dyndron exhaled and braced himself for the laughter. When he looked up, however, he would only find a sympathetic face. She understood the embarrassment. A shy boy like him couldn't have had much experience with girls. Even if he DID know how to talk to them, him working for the Penultimate meant he rarely left the house. That would put a serious damper on ANY love life.

"Really, now? Never kissed a girl?" Bridgette put her hand on Dyndron's firm jaw; she mentally admired his handsome features; his muscles made him a strapping boy; his hair looked perfect to run your fingers through; not to mention his..other assets; Bridgette leaned in, her gaze endearing; Dyndron thought his chest would explode, "Let's hope that changes after the ball."

She patted his cheek sweetly, and then pushed him gently, with a smirk, out of her room.

Dyndron cursed with a smile, as Bridgette closed the door behind him with a coy chuckle. He couldn't believe how stupid he had been. He should have known she wouldn't be impressed by him. In Dyndron's mind, Brutus was far more impressive, more charming, better looking, and she didn't even bat an eyelash at him.

That in mind, he headed back to his room to dream very naughty things about Bridgette. And Bridgette plopped back on her bed, proud of her mental fortitude in resisting the extremely attractive boy's advances.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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"Aah, love is in the air," Eros sighed as he laid down on a pallet he'd made out of Savior's bedsheets.

"Really?" Savior yawned.

"Yeah. I would lend a hand, but the Boss was very clear about not interfering."

"Aphrodite not butting into someone's romance, that's kinda.....kinda....ZZzzz" Savior snored.

Eros chuckled, "Night, Clover Girl."

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"Let me ask you again. Who are you?" Brutus demanded at breakfast the next morning.

Eros flashed him a winning smile. Showtime.

"Y'all hard o' hearin'? Ah am Amadeus Secundus The Third, and Ah am Miss Savior's escort."

Savior and Eros had spent a good part of the morning devising an alias for Eros. The god had chosen the name and Savior had chosen the persona. There was something about that Sweet Home Alabama accent and Southern Gentleman manner that reminded her of Eros.

Brutus, on the other hand, was not amused. First Dyndron had woken up even later than usual and now the bra- Savior had invited a friend over. Add in the fact that he was most certainly not a morning person and you got a very peeved Brutus Bonaparte.

"Escort?" Brutus said, with a hint of disgust.

"Not like that! Mah little Sugarplum is too sweet for all that. No, Ah'm going to be her escort for that lovely ball y'all is havin' tomorrow night."

"Really now? And how did you know we were having one? I don't recall seeing your name on the guest list." Brutus stepped toward the teen in an attempt to scare him.

Eros chuckled.

"Savior was right. You do think you're Adonis."

Brutus turned a violent shade of red.

"Uh, Amadeus. This is the part where you run." Savior said grabbing the god by the hand and speed-walking toward the exit.

"Adieu, Brutus! I'll say y'all at the ball!" Amadeus called.

Savior slapped Amadeus on the back of the head.

"Why'd you say that?"

"Because I could. Honestly, darlin', that big brute is nothing you can't handle. Remember, Savior NineOhEight is nobody's dog. Don't let anything or anyone keep you down."

The two shared a hug.

"Well, I see someone's been busy. Don't let ME interrupt..." Techne said, as the two broke apart. Savior blushed.

"Wait, he's not-- We're not-- He's my cousin!" Savior sputtered as the Tech Elf examined the boy Savior had been cuddling.

"If you say so." Techne said slyly.

Amadeus smiled.  "I like her. She's got spunk."

"That's not the only thing I've...'got'. Savior I'm done examining your bracelet." She handed Savior the bracelet.

"Thanks!" Savior slipped the bracelet onto her arm.

"At last, my arm is complete!" She sang, waving her arm in the air. Techne grabbed her by the forearm.

"Savior, it is extremely important that you take good care of this. Don't let anyone else take it. Keep it with you at all times."

Savior was a bit startled by the seriousness in the elf's tone.

"O...kay. I promise I won't mess up my bracelet."

"Good. Now if you'll excuse me I have to a few things to finish in my lab." Techne walked away leaving the two in her wake.

"Spunky and mysterious."

"Yeah, that's Techne, alright."

"At any rate. We need to figure out what hairstyle you'll be sport tomorrow evening. I was thinking a long French braid with roses."

"You're kidding right. Can't you just put my hair in a ponytail?"

"Oh gods, I have my work cut out for me."
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The Penultimate exited his study, and decided to at least look like he was as worried and frantic about the ball preparations as everyone else was. The maids and butlers greeted him pleasantly as they hustled and bustled about, and he power-walked past them, pleasant but hurried.

"Hey, Linaea. Hello, Terryffinda. Rion."

"Hello, sir."

"Hey, Dyris. Tanya, Mira."

"Greetings, sir!"

"Hello, Max. Marko. David."

"Salutations, sir!"

"Hello, Savior."

"Hey."

"Hey, Eros--EROS?" The Penultimate nearly fell on his behind with the double-take.

Amadeus whistled innocently as the Penultimate walked up to him, "Oh, hiya...Name's Ama--"

"Ama bout to get kicked the heck out the Penultimate's house!" The Penultimate grew irritated, "What the flippin' fukku are you DOING HERE, EROS?"

"Good GOD, Ra--Penultimate..." Eros chuckled, "Keep your shirt on. I've already got past your head goon with this shwanky disguise. It's all kosher."

The Penultimate folded his arms, and tapped his shoe on the ground, eying Eros suspiciously. He knew that overall, he was harmless, and really fun to have around, but if he got any ideas about bringing the rest of the pantheon, he'd have to make the goofball matchmaker leave. Heaven forbid they have another incident with Dionysus and his merry band of troublemakers. And if he didn't invite Eris, there was the potential of another Trojan War...

"Okay, look." The Penultimate put his finger on Eros' nose, "You can come. But you KNOW how the others can get. If the others show up--Thanatos, Hypnos, Dionysus, ANY of your Erotes-- then I will send you back to Aphrodite with all your arrows stuffed somewhere where the Sun don't shine. Got me?"

Eros rolled his eyes; Idle threats, he thought, "Fine, fine. Laters, Penultimatu..." He did that annoying 80's gesture the Penultimate hated, when you wink, snap your fingers to point at a person, and click your tongue.

The Penultimate groaned, rolled his eyes at the goofy love-god and hurried off, shaking his head, to be fitted for a suit.
“…Judge not what a man has done, but judge what he could have done if he was a different bloke altogether. For art thou a leper? And a leper can changeth his spots…”   --Rudy Wade, Misfits (Series 4, Episode 8)
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