Clocktower RP: Witch of the Clocktower

[Prisma*Illya]

Alistair, who was gathering up his things, looked up in surprise.

"Oh, of course, my boy," he said, turning and grinning. He tapped his chin thoughtfully at Rack's question.

"Well, my most familiar is my Basilisk, but I've recently developed a new familiar that I haven't quite tested out. It's called Golem, Heart of the Swamp. It's excellent for close quarters combat, being nearly indestructible and able to effortlessly trap opponents within its territory. I hope to try it out soon..."

His smile was different at this comment, ruthless and almost hungry, as though he knew exactly whom he wanted to use it on.

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"All right, all right," Fayline said with a sigh, taking what she needed and following Marcel and Cornelia out. Those two worried too much.

"I don't think this classroom is really used," she said, indicating one along the hallway. "Let's wait in there while our familiars return to our rooms."

She went in and quickly opened the jars. The creatures, which looked like black clumps of slime with ghostly, deformed faces, sprang up and immediately shifted form to the three people in front of them.

"Awesome!" Fayline cried, and even Marcel had to admit it was pretty cool.

"All right, return to out rooms and await our return," she commanded. The three familiars didn't respond, but quickly filed out. Marcel shut the door quietly before slumping into an empty chair. Now it was just a matter of waiting...